Xiang Que looked back speechlessly, looking like me, do you look like someone who jumped in line?
"No, I'm not here to see a doctor."
"Why are you going in here if you're not going to see a doctor? Why are you going to watch a show?"
Xiang Que was speechless for a moment. He had never encountered such an embarrassing moment in many years.
The bad old man in the Dongyue Emperor's Temple raised his head and took a quick look. When he saw Xiang Que, his face showed no expression at all. He just said lightly: "Come in and wait nearby..."
The people next to him didn't stop him. Xiang Que scratched his nose boredly, walked into the temple, and stood next to the old man and watched.
He has already seen that this bad old man is really looking at things for others. He is a bit like the kind of monks and Taoists in Taoist temples or temples who solve difficult and complicated diseases. To exaggerate a little, he may even solve infertility.
It has to be solved.
There are really all kinds of people who come to see it, some seek medical advice, and some ask for fortune telling. Anyway, all the problems that cannot be solved by normal means can be seen here.
From the time Xiang Que arrived, it continued until dusk, when the queue outside the temple was gone. The old man's consultation was finally over, and Xiang Que had time to talk to him.
"What are you doing here? To save all sentient beings..."
The old man blinked his cloudy eyes, then leaned back on the chair and said calmly: "Didn't you see everything?"
"You don't practice anymore?" Xiang Que asked in surprise.
There were a lot of things he didn't understand. First of all, the clone of Emperor Dongyue seemed to have no cultivation at all. Secondly, what was the purpose of the other party spending a lot of time treating these mortals?
People and ghosts have different paths, and gods and humans are no longer on the same path. Doing this is a pure waste of time.
If you have the time, can't you understand the Tao?
"There are rice and vegetables at the back. Go and get some. It should be light and not too greasy. My stomach and intestines are not feeling well lately." The old man suddenly ordered.
Xiang Que suddenly looked confused, looked at the other person blankly and asked, "What are you doing?"
"You have become a saint, but your ears don't work well? Didn't I tell you that there is rice and vegetables in the kitchen at the back, make it lighter..."
Xiang Que opened his mouth and was about to ask more questions when the old man rubbed his belly and said impatiently: "Hurry up, don't take it from me!"
If it were someone else, Xiang Que might have to spit and curse, but this old man can't do it. This is the clone of Dongyue Cultivation. Strictly speaking, he can also be regarded as his master.
Xiang Que had no choice but to run to the back to find rice, vegetables, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, etc. and start packing them up.
Needless to say, Xiang Que has not had a fire for a thousand years, and he is still a bit unskilled in cooking. When he finished cooking and served it, Old Hantou frowned, picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites.
She squinted her eyes and said to him: "I have already practiced on dogs, and I can't even cook a meal!"
Xiang Que: "..."
Xiang Que was about to cry and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"
"Eat, don't talk about eating. You should also eat something to taste, so that it won't be so embarrassing when you cook it in the future. Oh, it is such a waste of food. Even the dogs are not willing to eat this stuff..."
"What's next?" Xiang Que asked blankly.
"Eat first, then talk after you finish!"
After a while, Lao Hantou and Xiang Que finished their meal and cleaned up, and then made a pot of hot tea. They moved two chairs outside to bask in the afterglow on the top of the mountain.
"What is cultivation? Cultivate until you reach the Immortal Emperor? Do mortals practice?" Lao Han suddenly asked with his head closed and his eyes drooping.
Xiang Que said: "Cultivation is to go higher and higher, and the realm is deeper and deeper. As for mortals? What are you practicing? Life, old age, illness and death are not the end."
Old Hantou said calmly: "Then you are wrong. Mortals also practice. Practitioners want to practice to the highest level, have great magic, reach the sky and the earth, and turn the stars. But what about mortals? No illness, no disaster, glory and wealth.
, to put it bluntly, both of them want to stand at the top in the end..."
"Haha, practice is desire, and there is no end to the state of mind. No matter whether you are a mortal or a god, you all want to break the shackles imposed on you by heaven!"
Xiang Que was silent for a moment. With this explanation, it sounds like the two have nothing in common at first, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to be like this. The cultivator has the complete magical power of the first day, and the mortal wants glory and peace.
There is really no difference between wealth and honor, it just means different things.
"Then you don't want to be a god, improve your cultivation, and come here to be a mortal. What are you doing?" Xiang Que asked.
"Since the cultivation of mortals and immortals is the same thing, and they are both comprehending the way of heaven, then whether I am a practitioner or not, whether I am an immortal or a mortal, what is the difference?"
Old Hantou said faintly: "This clone has been difficult to break through in practice and has been restricted. I might as well change my way and understand it from a mortal perspective. Maybe I can defeat the way of heaven from another perspective. Practice cannot
Death Cultivator, you have to be flexible, just like you are now...have you figured out how to break through the realm of a saint and become a great saint?"
Xiang Que was speechless. He had been a saint for a long time, but he didn't seem to have thought about how to become a great saint. He thought that if he understood the three thousand avenues or understood more laws, he would eventually be able to overcome the tribulation and become a great saint.
The great sage.
But it doesn't seem to be the case, because there are no signs on my body yet.
This point also puzzles Xiang Que. He rarely thinks about it, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about it.
Later, he thought that maybe he could be promoted to a great saint when the world of immortality came out of reincarnation and changed the world?
Old Hantou looked at Xiang Que and said softly: "You have nothing to do, just stay here with me. When I leave, you can continue to practice in this temple."
Xiang Que frowned and asked, "Do I also want to return to my original nature?"
"Idleness is also idleness..."
Xiang Que wanted to refuse, but then he thought that he seemed to have nothing to do. Whether he was going to Shu Mountain, Xiandu Mountain, or Dead Sea Tiandao City, he was just looking for a place to continue practicing. In fact, it was the same wherever he took him.
The old master said so, there is nothing wrong with staying at Dongyue Temple in Taishan Cave, just treat him as accompanying him.
Xiangdong nodded and said, "Okay then, it's the same everywhere."
"I went to the back mountain to collect some firewood and came back. When I went to bed at night, I was thinking about what to eat tomorrow morning and how to improve my skills. Don't let me curse you again, because my appetite has not been very good these days..."