On the road alone, Han Xiangzi rushed to the capital in a light package. As he promised, Han Xiangzi helped the poor, punished the evil and promoted the good, cleared the road of banditry, and killed the bandits who cut the paths. The people along the way praised him and shouted that he was a great hero.
Han Xiangzi enjoys the feeling of being praised by everyone and is willing to accept everyone's praise. Compared with the false reputation of Qionglou Yuding, this kind of reputation passed down by people's mouth is more precious - it is never wrong to pursue fame and fortune, but to pursue real reputation,
Pursuing reasonable interests.
With good martial arts skills, the personal safety of the young "Eight Immortals" was not in danger. However, one accidentally got drunk, lost his way, and was trapped in a deserted forest for several days without being able to escape. Even if there were plenty of supplies in the forest, he would not be thirsty.
I'll starve to death, but if I continue to delay, I'm afraid I'll miss the time to take the No. 1 exam, so...
"Actually, it doesn't matter. Apart from the regret that I don't have a beautiful woman to accompany me, it doesn't matter, hahaha..." Sitting by a small river, Han Xiangzi was leisurely and contented. Luck was playing the flute, and the melodious melody spread throughout the surrounding fields, attracting many small animals.
Listen, the scene is very harmonious.
Just before the rich man finished singing the song, a strange smell suddenly came. The small animals sensed the danger innately and immediately turned around and ran away. In an instant, chickens were flying, dogs were jumping, birds were escaping, and beasts were frightened. The beautiful scene disappeared in an instant, which greatly ruined the scenery. Han Xiangzi
Seeing this, he lost his mood to play. He turned around and saw an old weasel standing next to him. This spirit was obviously somewhat cultivated. His brows showed wisdom. He stood on both feet and held his hands in greeting. He looked like a human being. He was definitely not.
Ignorant ordinary beasts.
"Young man, do you think I look like a god or a human being?"
The age-old Weasel asked a "classic question", which made Han Xiangzi a little stunned. However, although he was not the kind of scholar who was obsessed with classics, he was still a scholar after all. He was quite familiar with the common sense of gods and ghosts and knew what it meant.
Rich people are not the kind of people who deliberately seek trouble. They have no intention of embarrassment or provocation, so they answer according to the weasel's wishes.
"Your Excellency looks like a god." Han Xiangzi said, "You are very similar, with both form and spirit."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the weasel... had not changed at all, it was still the same as before. If I had to say a difference, it was probably because there were many disappointed expressions on its face. With a long sigh, the slightly old weasel no longer maintained its appearance.
Standing, lying on the ground, slowly crawled to the river, looking at his face through the undulating and wrinkled water.
"It's really superstitious." Old Weasel said softly, "It's so easy to become a god, alas~"
Han Xiangzi realized that something was on the weasel's mind and asked: "What's wrong, sir? Why do you seem so decadent? What happened? I think you have a gentle temperament and are not an evil spirit. But in recent days, you seem to be harboring resentment, which scared the animals."
They ran away."
"It's nothing, it's just that I have been practicing for many years and have reached a bottleneck. I have tried hard for a long time and made no progress. I can only watch the soul gradually decaying and decaying, and I am a little anxious." Weasel said, "Also, I met three sisters some time ago. I am like today.
When I asked about the question of "like a human being, like a god", the incomparable and beautiful girl was so kind as the young man, and answered according to my wishes, but it was of no use. At that time, the quirky child among the three sisters said that this was a rumor spread among foxes.
, the superstition of the weasel circle should not be taken as true - I feel a bit embarrassed. However, I have long suspected that this statement is false, but I have always regarded it as an opportunity to finally become an immortal and achieve enlightenment, but... alas~ It seems that I will never
I’m afraid it’s impossible to be a human being or a god.”
"Why do you have to be a human being and an immortal?" Han Xiangzi asked, "Isn't it good now? According to my feeling, you are the most cultivated monster in this forest, right? No one can threaten you, right? Why bother with a sad face? You have cultivation
As a monster, you shouldn’t have to worry about wild beasts, right?”
"No one threatens me in this forest, but what about the other forest?" said the Weasel. "People don't want to harm tigers, but tigers are harmful to people's hearts. If I can live here safely, I won't worry. But who knows tomorrow?"
Is there a powerful monster passing by and eating me? I have to think about it for the future. Ordinary beasts only need to worry about a limited number of natural enemies, but monsters that have become spirits have to be wary of everyone. If they are not careful, they may die, and they will never be reincarnated.
"
"Is your monster circle so cruel?" Han Xiangzi asked, "Can't the rules of heaven protect you?"
"The law of heaven is too far away, and the monsters are too close. If I had relied on the Thunder God's heavenly soldiers, I would have been dead a long time ago." Weasel said, "Our circle of monsters is more terrifying than the human race. The hatred between the human race and the human race is at best the hatred of the clan and the country. If it were
If you are more generous, it is possible to resolve it. Our demon race is different. There is a natural hatred between races, which cannot be easily reconciled. The grudges and mental barriers are often aggravated by the improvement of cultivation, and become complicated, often turning into
The God of Thunder and the Heavenly Soldiers are too late to take care of the bullying and killing of the weak. In addition, there are some corrupt big monsters who take pleasure in killing small monsters. The scene is even more horrifying, and the God of Thunder and the Heavenly Soldiers also generally don't care."
"Is there no solution?"
"I don't know." Weasel said, "I heard that the famous Monkey King is working on something called the Demon Realm. I don't know if it can alleviate the hatred between the demon clan and the demon clan - I guess it's impossible, it's not that easy, and even if
Maybe it has nothing to do with me."
"How can I say this? How can it be irrelevant?"
The old weasel said: "Sun Wukong is the immortal Buddha. The person who can be selected by him to enter the demon world must be a great demon king with advanced cultivation, or a large and prosperous ethnic group. How can I, a widowed and lonely little demon, be able to enter the Monkey King?"
Dharma Eyes. A little demon like me can only travel hundreds of miles on a daily basis. Even if the demon world accepts us, we don’t have the guts to go across the state and county to a place in the demon world or the demon realm. Furthermore, we, the little demon,
Most of them have lived in places of cultivation for hundreds or thousands of years, and are full of affection for every plant, tree, mountain and water in their hometown. Rather than entering a strange place, I would rather die here and turn my cultivation into the vitality of heaven and earth to nourish and nurture me.
of mountains and forests.”
"Oh?" Han Xiangzi said, "So you and the little demon still have this dilemma."
"Yes." Weasel said, "Rumors about the demon world and the demon realm have been discussed a lot in the demon circle in recent years, but no matter how much you argue, it cannot benefit everyone. Most, or the vast majority, do not have a stable inheritance.
The lonely little monster cannot enter the so-called "Monster Holy Land". We hope that the order in the mortal world can be better and safer. But it seems that the mortal world will never get better, and people with cultivation cannot be emperors.
The uncultivated emperor cannot control the cultivated beings, and the natural order is disordered. The earthly mountain gods, city gods, river princes and other positions are controlled by the heaven and the underworld. They and others either sit high in the sky and look down on all living beings in the world, or they hide in the underworld.
If you covet the light of this world, how can you deeply understand the thoughts of mortal beings?"
Han Xiangzi asked: "I heard that there is a mysterious place in the mortal world where the three emperors live. Can't they manage the mortal world?"
"Whose Three Emperors are the Three Emperors? They are the Three Emperors of the human race, not the beast-turned-spirit monarchs like us." Weasel said, "It is true that different races within the demon clan have conflicts, but the human race has conflicts with almost all demon clans.
We don’t want the Three Emperors of the human race to interfere in the mortal world - fortunately, we don’t.”
As a human race, Han Xiangzi respected the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors from the bottom of his heart. He always believed that the Three Sovereigns were qualified to control the mortal world, but he forgot that the mortal world was not just the human race. "You are right."
"Speaking of the human race," Weasel said, "Recently, there are rumors that there may be eight immortals from the human race in the future to replace the emperor who cannot practice cultivation. Alas~ If it is true, it will be tragic. The immortals of the human race will definitely be biased.
Human race, we little monsters who cannot go to the monster world must be in a more difficult situation - I want to be a human, but I am afraid that human gods will bully other monsters."
"Not necessarily?" Han Xiangzi said, "Maybe the 'Eight Immortals' you call are selfless, fair and impartial, maintaining the world of mankind... ahem, I mean maintaining the order of the world."
"Is it possible?" said the old weasel, "If it is possible, that would be great. If the order in the world is good and safe, I will really have no worries. I will no longer have to look for people and ask stupid people who look like gods.
That’s a problem. I’m a weasel, why should I be like something else? Why don’t I just be a weasel?”
"Haha, that makes sense." Han Xiangzi sighed, "Tianzhi is too far away, Thunder God is too far away, Monkey King is too far away, too far away to be insubstantial, too far away to never be touched, but the warmth and coldness close at hand is the most real. Weasel
Sir, I think you should not be too pessimistic, maybe the Eight Immortals are really good people who treat all living beings equally."