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The Final Volume - The Legend of Immortals Chapter 3: Love Is Eternal in Reincarnations

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    The footsteps of Master and I were quiet, but my heartbeat was like the strongest drumbeat, and the violent beating made my whole chest hurt.  This kind of pain is not the pain caused by physical injuries, but a voice in my heart shouting: "My happiness is only a little bit short of perfection, my happiness is really just a little bit short of perfection!"  " Yes, I admit my 'greedy'. People are always like this. When they have nothing, they long for the day when they can no longer run for food and can eat happily. When it is windy and cold,  I just want to have a thick cover so that I can sleep peacefully. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The day when I can really eat my fill without having to run around, ¡° When one day I can really have a thick shelter.  What you want may be that you can continue to eat as much as you want the next day, and what you may want is a comfortable bed to sleep on.  But, God, if you can hear it, then listen to me. I really only need one more person, and my life will be perfect. I would rather eat rough food and live the simplest life. As long as there is one more person, my life will be perfect.  That's good, I'm definitely no longer greedy.  How I long for this ¡®perfection¡¯ in my life, even if it¡¯s just for one day.  "What are you thinking about?" Master had already helped me to the pool at this time. Seeing me in a daze, with a slightly painful expression on my brows, I couldn't help but ask.  He is worried about me.  "I'm thinking about perfection." My face turned a little pale, maybe because of the pain, but because I was too pious, when I said the word "perfect", I couldn't help but squeeze out a smile, as if that  Perfection right before my eyes.  "It's not that God can't tolerate perfection, but how many lifetimes of kindness does it take to enjoy perfection? Therefore, people must be content, know how to appreciate imperfections, and accumulate kindness over the lifetimes. Maybe what you want  Perfection comes unexpectedly, right?" Master helped me sit down on a big rock.  After thinking about it, he pulled me up again, took off his coat, and laid it on the rock that already had traces of green marks. Then he asked me to sit down again. He just whispered: "Don't get cold."  "The coat still carries the master's body temperature, but it makes me feel confused. In fact, in the bamboo forest, the life of the master and the apprentice was quite rough. How meticulous can the master be?  The master's unruly character is not to mention meticulous, but he always looks like this to me.  The medicinal food cooked on the red clay stove night after night, the fragrant soup steam rising from the big wooden barrel he made night after night, until now this coat under me that carries his body temperature, maybe, he always has something in his life.  Meticulous, but all given to me.  Master sat down next to me and quietly lit his cigarette again. The figure smoking the cigarette was still a little stooped. When did he become like this?  In the past, his back was always so straight and straight, but how many things can happen if he has green hair in the morning and snow in the evening?  "Just like me now, there are strands of white hair in the flowing sea in front of my forehead. After all, Master and I have missed too many years, so there is no need to ask some questions.  The deep pool in front of me, with the gurgling water ringing in my ears, this big rock, this deep pool, is almost an unfading picture in the childhood picture of a boy, but the picture never fades, and the piece under me is because of  At that time, the big stone that had been sitting for a long time and appeared smooth became more colorful. After all, green moss had grown. Could it also be telling the loneliness of waiting?  "Master." I spoke, when the smell of dry tobacco leaves surrounded me again.  "Huh?" The master raised his eyebrows slightly and blew out a mouthful of dry smoke. The white smoke formed a ball in the black night, but quickly dispersed. The gathering and dispersing may be life.  "I don't want to think about whether God can tolerate perfection. I may not be able to see the kindness of many lifetimes so far. I just wonder, can God tolerate the happiness I want? That,  Is it very luxurious?" My words echoed in this quiet night, accompanied by the sound of water and the sound of insects, but it was so lonely.  However, Master did not directly answer my question. Instead, he sighed and said softly: "The wind is unpredictable, people are impermanent, life is like duckweed, gathering and scattering in the vast vastness. I say that floating on the ground, the road turns, love and hate are also in a hurry."  , There is no trace of the waves, and the wind cuts the jade and the hibiscus. Do you feel a trace of bitterness in these words? "I was silent.  "Although we are Taoists, what I just said can be summed up as a Buddhist saying: 'The wind has no fixed appearance, and the clouds have no normal state.' Your persistent pursuit of the happiness you want only shows that this  The world of mortals has not tempered you enough, idiot, are you going to let your obsession become an idiot in your heart?" There was a hint of helplessness in the master's words.  He just wanted to tell me that the ultimate state of life is just nature. When you meet the road, you will walk;    And this concentration is just the determination to go on firmly, not the obsession that I must go somewhere. Obsession turns into madness, and people also become crazy. And once a person becomes crazy, where can he see any clear direction?  "Master" I am speechless. Of course I understand these principles, but I said that I would not let go. This year, I may not be a person who can let go.  "That's all, you were born as a child, and the road of love was bumpy, or maybe the obsessions born in this mortal world are in your heart, which is also a training. Just like that Lin Furui, is it his blessing or his disaster?  It's just a thought, but this process of refining is essential. What's more, you are my disciple, facing mountains of swords, seas of fire, and abyss of mortal world. I, the master, can only walk with you with my eyes closed." The master frowned as he spoke.  Wrinkled, he took another long puff of dry tobacco.  And I couldn¡¯t help but grab Master¡¯s hand, feeling the rough calluses in it, and for a moment I was speechless again.  "These days, you were in a coma for several nights, and I fell asleep beside you for no reason. But it seemed like I was dreaming but not awake. I seemed to see that girl Ruxue, sitting in front of your bed and crying, but I am not sure.  "The master finally said it with a sigh.  My hand shook, and I couldn't help but hold Master's hand hard. I thought of that night in India, that dream, that figure rushing past on the monitor, like Ruxue. Thinking of this, my lips couldn't help but  I'm trembling, but I can't say anything. At this time, all kinds of emotions are entangled in my heart, what can I say?  If it's going to be completely cut off, why bother worrying about it quietly alone?  Or, Ruxue has stubbornly believed that this love is only her thing?  Because, that year in the vast snowy forest, the promise between her and me turned out to be a separation.  Oh, others stay together, but we promise to separate. "Chengyi, where is Ruxue? Ling Qing has been asking before, but no one is willing to answer, including Ruyue, who just cried." Before, the master never mentioned that we were separated.  Regarding our respective experiences in the future, but seeing my abnormal expression, he finally couldn't help but ask.  Or, Ruxue's state is so strange that even Master can't explain it and he has to ask me for an answer.  I looked at the deep pool in front of me, and my throat couldn't help but tremble. It took me a long time to spit out two words: "Dragon Tomb."  Did you get the whisk?" The master raised his eyebrows, his eyes showing deep shock and confusion.  "Yeah." I was so confused that I didn't know how to tell Master about this experience in detail.  "What does that have to do with that girl Ruxue?" This is the master's doubt. Yes, the Dragon Tomb issue was originally a mark left by my master's early travels. How could Ruxue be involved?  "Because there is a kind of insect that is very scary. It is almost immortal. Only by bringing it to the Dragon Tomb can they completely disappear. Ruxue is the guardian of the tomb." The past events of that period played over and over in my mind, and finally  Time and time again, I was frozen in the dark door, that figure walking past unswervingly. I screamed in pain, and was forcibly dragged away by Brother Chengxin.  After so many years, the pain is still so clear, so clear that when I think about it, I feel like I am drowning in the pain of that year again.  "Where are you guarding the tomb?" The master couldn't react for a moment. He couldn't imagine how Ruxue became the tomb guard.  "The burial place of the real dragon skeleton." I had nothing to hide from my master. I answered painfully and buried my head between my knees, as if this was the only way I could relieve the severe pain in my chest.  "Ah? What did you say?" The master suddenly stood up from the rock, with worries on his brows, and then he said in a low voice: "Once upon a time, the real dragon was there, preparing to truly break through the void and return to Kunlun.  ! After the failure, the space there is extremely unstable, how can people stay there? "But, Master, Ruxue just stays there!  A place I can never go to again.  However, before I had time to say anything, my heart suddenly began to throb violently. This pain was indescribable to me, as if two souls were hurting at the same time.  The membrane in my soul began to deform violently, as if something was about to rush out, but it was impossible to break free of the membrane for a while.  I couldn't help but groan in pain. In just a few seconds of this drastic change, the words that echoed repeatedly in my mind were: "Does this really have to be the case? Is this the way it must be reincarnated again? In the end  How many reincarnations will it take to destroy it and cut it off? How many reincarnations will it take?"
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