"Gu Fei, where have you been these past few days?" The green-robed Taoist was Mo Songxuan, the steward of Hualing Pavilion. When he saw Gu Fei, he stood up from behind the table in a somewhat abnormal manner.
"I've met Master Uncle Mo!" Gu Fei quickly took a few steps forward and saluted Mo Songxuan.
"Hey! Gu Fei, your master left seclusion two days ago." Mo Songxuan's expression was a little sad, which made Gu Fei feel a little uneasy.
"My master is out of seclusion. I'm going to see his old man right now!" Gu Fei turned around quickly and was about to rush out of Hualin Pavilion. However, Mo Songxuan stopped him from behind.
"Gu Fei, your master has been released from seclusion, but..." Mo Songxuan was a little hesitant.
Gu Fei quickly turned around and looked at Mo Songxuan. The uneasiness in his heart became more intense. He asked: "Uncle Mo, did something happen to my master? Tell me quickly!"
The way Mo Songxuan hesitated to speak made Gu Fei's heart skip a beat, and his palms became sweaty due to nervousness.
"Gu Fei, you must be mentally prepared!" Mo Songxuan pondered for a moment, but then he said these words, looking at Gu Fei with a trace of pity.
"Could it be that..." Gu Fei's heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but swayed and took a step back. He asked in a trembling voice: "Could it be that my master..."
Mo Songxuan didn't say anything, but nodded solemnly.
His action almost caused Gu Fei to collapse. Gu Fei felt as if the world in front of him collapsed in an instant, and his head seemed to be hit by a thunder from the nine heavens, which made him unable to distinguish between east, west, north and south.
A line of hot tears flowed down his face, and the kind face of the Master emerged in his mind. However, at this time, he and the Master were separated forever. Before the Master retreated, he had already vaguely known that this
This is Master's last chance.
His master was over one hundred and fifty years old, and his end would come at any time, but when his master really passed away, he couldn't accept it. Wan Xiancheng was no longer just a master to Gu Fei.
"Gu Fei, you have to show your condolences and accept the change!" Mo Songxuan saw that Gu Fei's face was distorted with grief because he knew about the death of his master, and he couldn't help but comfort him.
Too much forgetfulness, too much ruthlessness. In fact, people who practice Taoism generally take life and death very lightly. The more advanced the Taoism, the more indifferent they are to life and death. However, Gu Fei is not a Taoist, he is a martial artist.
He has feelings, and they are very rich. Cultivating martial arts is actually cultivating people. Martial arts is also humane. The seven emotions and six desires are essentially human nature.
Since it is human nature, it should not be abandoned. Therefore, Gu Fei will not and does not need to hide his inner feelings and vent his sorrow to his heart's content.
"Uncle Mo! When did this happen?" Gu Fei let the tears blur his eyes without reaching out to wipe them away. He asked Mo Songxuan sadly.
"Your master passed away last night. He couldn't let you go and wanted to see you, but..." Mo Songxuan said with some emotion. Although Wan Xiancheng and he were not the same master,
Although they have a brotherly relationship, his friendship with Wan Xiancheng is still good.
Mo Songxuan is a Taoist, and what Taoists pay attention to is to abandon the seven emotions and six desires. Although Wan Xiancheng is his senior brother, if one cannot cultivate to the realm of immortals, people will still die, but Mo Songxuan does not seem too sad.
What the ascetics pay attention to is to understand the way of heaven. The way of Tao is natural. When there is life, there is death, and when there is dryness, there is prosperity. This is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth. Let nature take its course. This is the view of the ascetics.
"Master...this disciple is unfilial!" Gu Fei looked up to the sky and wailed, with tears streaming down his face. His appearance made the disciples around him look at him in surprise.
"This is what your master asked me to give you!" At this time, Mo Songxuan took out a package and a purple stick with simple patterns engraved on it under the table.
Gu Fei suppressed his grief, and with tears in his eyes reached out to take the package and the stick. The stick looked like wood but not wood, or iron but not iron. It was actually made of someone who didn't know what it was made of. It looked a bit like the hilt of a sword.
, it’s a bit heavy to start with.
This stick-like thing, according to Gu Fei's master Wan Xiancheng, was obtained by the master of their lineage together with the ancient cultivation techniques. It should be an extraordinary thing.
However, after several generations of people in Gu Fei's lineage have tried to figure it out, they can't find anything extraordinary about this short purple stick. It is an inconspicuous thing when viewed horizontally or vertically.
"Uncle Master, where is my master buried? I want to pay my respects." Gu Fei asked in a deep voice, his voice full of sorrow.
Although Wan Xiancheng and Gu Fei were masters and apprentices, they were as close as father and son. Gu Fei was extremely regretful that he had not seen his master for the last time. In addition to grief, he also felt self-blame.
"Your master is buried in the Menzhong Cemetery. You can see it when you enter the cemetery." Mo Songxuan replied.
As soon as Mo Songxuan finished speaking, Gu Fei rushed out of Hualin Pavilion. Mo Songxuan seemed to want to say something else, but in the end he did not stop Gu Fei.
On the back mountain of Taixuanmen, halfway up the mountain, there is a special place with green grass and fragrant flowers. If there were not a forest of steles, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a garden.
Here is the Taixuan Sect's cemetery, where the bones of past disciples are buried. After all, not everyone can cultivate the path of immortality. When the time comes, they will return to reincarnation and turn into a pile of loess.
The whole cemetery was quiet and there was no sound.
In an inconspicuous corner outside the cemetery, a figure stood quietly in front of a low grave, motionless. He was Gu Fei.
He stood blankly from morning to noon, and then from noon to evening. The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the mountains and dyeing them red. It was another sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun rendered the cemetery solemn and solemn.
Somewhat weird.
The low grave was inconspicuous and could be said to be very simple. There was only a tombstone, no flowers, and a simple small earth bag. The soil was new.
Who does not die in life? No matter whether you are magnificent or mediocre, in the end, you are just a pile of loess, there is no difference. Death is like a lamp going out, who will remember, and who will remember that there was such a person in this world
The presence?
The essence of cultivation is actually to defy heaven. Whether you practice martial arts or Taoism, you are fighting for your life with heaven. If you succeed, you can enjoy a long life. If you fail, you will disappear between heaven and earth, and everything will disappear.
Although the ascetics say they obey the destiny, but at the same time they comply with the destiny, are they not breaking through the destiny?
Gu Fei's master, Wan Xiancheng, went into seclusion for the last time, but he did not take that step and could not escape his deadline. When the deadline came, he had to pass away. This is the great law of heaven and earth, and no one can transcend it.