"Interesting!" Li Guaier did not feel angry. "Actually, what you said is somewhat interesting, but what we want to see is not how obedient you are to us, but how much you can give up in order to seek the Tao?"
Wu Qiudao was trembling with anger: "So I don't understand that if a mortal asks for immortality, he can't have any dignity, right?"
Li Guaier asked: "There are as many mortals in the world as there are sands of sand in the Ganges. Everyone wants to become an immortal. Do we have to save everyone? There must be a choice!"
"Why can't everyone be saved? I wish that everyone in the world would be like a dragon and live forever like me! Only then can social productivity be greatly liberated, material wealth be greatly enriched, and everyone can do their part.
Able to distribute according to needs, everyone can develop freely and comprehensively!"
Li Guaier smiled: "Then you are looking in the wrong place. It is Buddhism, Confucianism, not Taoism! Cultivation of immortality and seeking the Tao is going against nature. If you cannot devote yourself wholeheartedly and regard the Tao as the highest, how can you achieve Taoism?
Where is the fairy?"
Wu Qiudao also smiled: "I understand, dignity is only on the edge of the sword, and truth is only within the range of magic. You are the ones with vested interests in refining qi and cultivating immortals. In your eyes, weak and powerless mortals may not be the same as you."
Species?"
"Actually, I also understand that in the thirty years in this dream, I have killed so many people! At first, I would count this, that, and another one! But then I gradually discovered that the people I killed seemed like
It’s just a number, it’s not that important anymore!”
"In your eyes, are all these living beings just numbers?"
Li Guaier looked at Zhong Liquan, the Zhengyangzi in the sky, and asked curiously: "You are only one step away from becoming a Qi Refiner, why do you care so much about the mortal world?"
"Because I'm different from you. I haven't cultivated immortality or Taoism, so I don't think of myself as a human being. Maybe it's because I haven't become a Qi practitioner yet that I always think of myself as just a mortal. Fireworks in the world.
Qi is the most soothing thing for mortals’ hearts!”
So Wu Qiudao told everyone present a chicken soup story that was widely circulated in magazines such as "Zhiyin" and "Reader".
After the heavy rain, the sky was clear. A man went for a walk on the beach and saw many sea fish washed up on the beach by the big waves last night. As the sun shined and the temperature gradually increased, the fish in the tidal flats lacked water and were dying.
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Just when he was lamenting the fragility and impermanence of life, he saw a fisherman's child constantly picking up fish and throwing them into the sea on the tidal flat, so he stepped forward and asked the child: "Kid, what are you doing?"
The child replied: "These fish are so pitiful. I want to save them and return them to the sea to live!"
The man was amused by the child's innocent thoughts: "But there are thousands of dying fish on this beach, and you can't save them!"
The child squatted down again, picked up and threw it away, and replied casually: "I know!"
The man asked curiously: "Then why do you still throw it away? Who cares?"
"This fish cares!" the child replied as he threw it, "This one cares! This one cares too! And this one! This one, this one..."
Wu Qiudao broke away from Huang Liang Da Meng, opened his eyes from the futon, and looked at the red-faced giant who was close to him. The sufferings of the world that he had seen and heard in the dream for thirty years seemed to be right in front of him, his eyes were firm.
Said: "I care too!"
"Hahahahahahaha!" Li Guaier laughed so much that he rolled on the ground, "He is born with enthusiasm, hidden in the world, Zhengyangzi, you are an incredible disciple. If you want to accept him, you must accept him!"
The red-faced giant stood up and became taller. He looked at Wu Qiu coldly and said, "Boy, do you know that I hate you! If you become a disciple of Kunlun, you won't learn anything from Pindao!"
Lu Yan, a Taoist priest in white, knelt down quickly and shouted: "The sage said: The master has something to do, and the disciple will do his duty! Master, the disciple is willing to teach the art on my behalf! Guide little brother Wu to practice the mysterious and supreme true way!"
Zhong Liquan glanced at Lu Yan and smiled mockingly: "Okay, Chunyangzi, I'll leave this matter to you! Since Master Li and Yan'er both like you, then Pindao won't be such a bad person!"
After saying that, Zhong Liquan threw up his sleeves and left, leaving Wu Qiudao sitting alone on the futon, not knowing what this meant.
Lu Yan patted Wu Qiudao in surprise and winked: "Why don't you thank Master quickly!"
Wu Qiudao suddenly understood, he bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and gave the apprenticeship ceremony to Zhong Liquan's leaving figure. Everyone in the Yuanyi Hall burst out laughing, celebrating the addition of a newcomer to Kunlun, which had few children.
"Hmph!" Zhong Liquan said as he walked, "Since Goutizi has given you a Taoist name of 'Resurrection Grass', Pindao doesn't bother to pay much attention to it, so your Taoist name will be 'Huanyangzi' and he will build the longevity tablet hall."
Let’s set up a sign!”
Lu Yan pulled up Wu Qiu and said: "Junior brother Huanyangzi, our Kunlun Yinxian sect is a lineage of Qi refiners taught by the Taoist sect. We practice the mysterious and supreme true Tao. We worship the Queen Mother of the West. We advocate secret cultivation and believe in seclusion, so we have a small number of people."
It’s not prosperous.”
"You have already met most of the people in the palace in your dreams. Let me introduce them to you one by one."
Lu Yan pointed to the ragged beggar in the dream and said: "This is the founder of our Kunlun sect, Li Xuan, the son of Donghua. However, the position of leader has been passed on to our master Zhengyangzi long ago. He usually travels around various places.
Fang, it’s fate that you can meet me today.”
Wu Qiudao took a closer look and saw that Li Xuan, the son of Donghua, was wearing a gold hoop on his head, a messy beard, his eye sockets were as big as two big holes, his right leg was lame, he was leaning on an iron crutch, and he smiled at him.
With rotten yellow teeth, he shouted: "Thank you, Master, for your help today!"
"Hehe." Li Guaier laughed at himself, "Don't look at it. Because your master and I practiced the "You Hua Qinghe Method", my soul was separated from the body and I couldn't control myself. My body was eaten by a hungry tiger, so I had no choice but to take away a newly deceased starving corpse.
, it has become what it is now, and it is hard to say whether it will become an immortal in the future!"
"Boy, cultivation is all about hard work. Don't be as eager for quick success as I, Li Gua'er!" After saying that, Li Gua'er turned somersaults on the spot, walked quickly with a cane, and disappeared from sight.
"This is Zhang Guo, the second master's uncle Tongxuanzi. He was once a courtier of Emperor Yao. He has lived for more than 3,000 years. Xuanzong of this dynasty once awarded him the title of 'Yinqing Guanglu Doctor'. He is finally a high official! Not happy.
Call me 'Zhang Guanglu'?" Lu Yan said with a smile.
Wu Qiudao felt a strong sense of immediacy in his heart, and turned his head to stare at his senior brother Chunyangzi, which made everyone feel uncomfortable.
Tieguai Li, Han Zhongli, Zhang Guolao, Lu Dongbin? Darling, these disciples of the Kunlun Hidden Immortal Sect are not the same as the Eight Immortals in the Eight Immortals in "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", right?