Of course, this story is not original to Sui Xiong. He is an artist, not a philosopher, and cannot write such a profound story.
As for the original source of the story, he naturally has no idea - he can even read art history and get drowsy. If you ask him to read "Zhuangzi" and he doesn't fall asleep within ten minutes after picking up the book, it would be considered a miracle.
The reason why he knew this story came from the teachings of a teacher when he was in school.
At that time, his academic performance was relatively poor, and the possibility of getting into a key high school was almost zero. His parents were very worried, and he himself was also very distressed. Then a teacher who had a good relationship with him advised him to take advantage of his love for art and his certain talent, and start working hard to practice painting from now on, and in the future, he could go to an art school.
"Is this method reliable? Can I really support myself by painting in the future?" My parents were a little worried.
"Our country's situation will get better and better, the economy will become more and more developed, and the demand for art will also increase. As long as you can paint well, you should have no worries about income." The teacher analyzed.
So Sui Xiong went to learn painting, but it was not easy to learn painting. He studied for half a semester and felt that his progress was limited, but he spent a lot of time. He felt that it was very hard and there was no reward, so he had some doubts about life.
"Do I have no talent for painting?" he asked.
"Most artists actually don't have much talent." said the teacher who taught him painting. "In this society, the most talented people usually become scientists. The artist's profession depends first on love and persistence. Especially painters, who have no talent. You think so important."
"But... what should I do if I don't learn well?"
"I have never seen a person who studies painting seriously fail to learn well. It is just a matter of learning speed." The painting teacher said, "Qi Baishi, the master of traditional Chinese painting, did not become famous until his later years."
After thinking about it, Sui Xiong still felt that there was something wrong with "not becoming famous until later in life", so he doubted life even more.
Because he was in a trance and frowning all day long, the teacher told him this story.
At the end of the story, the teacher said: "Human life is very short. People with good luck can live to be hundreds of years old, while people with bad luck may die in their early thirties. So think about things that are far away, In fact, it doesn’t mean much. After all, none of us know whether we will be short-lived bugs or long-lived turtles.”
"So? What should I do?" Sui Xiong asked.
"First make sure you can support yourself, and then do what you want to do." The teacher said with a smile, "Life is so short, no one knows how long you can live. So instead of worrying about whether you can achieve results Come on, you might as well do the things in front of you. No matter whether it is a small insect, a turtle or a sacred tree, as long as you live seriously, life is not big or small."
Strictly speaking, this is a pot of chicken soup for the soul. If Sui Xiong was twenty-five years old, he would definitely not be swayed by this pot of chicken soup, but at the age of fifteen he was still very innocent, so he believed it and continued to work hard to learn painting.
Later, he was admitted to art school; later, he became an amateur illustrator; and still later... he traveled through time.
But in any case, what the teacher told him at the beginning, "As long as you live seriously, there is no difference in life, big or small," was indeed very inspiring. Sui Xiong once used these words to encourage people to worry that he would never catch up with his predecessors. The Sun God, Wall who can never take revenge, now Wall uses these words to encourage Irving who is confused and doesn't know where to go, and the effect is good.
Owen was originally worried - as the holy son of the God of Scholars, it didn't matter whether he believed in it or not. Anyway, whether he believed in it or not, it would not affect the arrival of the God of Scholars when necessary. However, now that the God of Scholars has fallen, and his priesthood has been inherited by the God of Knowledge and Culture, the value of his existence as a holy son has disappeared. His life of the past ten years seems to have been negated, and the meaning of his entire existence seems to have been lost. Already…
No matter how honest he is, his heart can't help but be filled with complaints. I feel like I am a toy, or maybe my life is just a joke, being played around with by the superior gods.
What is the meaning of such a life
At this time, when he heard Wall's teachings, his eyes suddenly brightened.
Mortals are indeed insignificant compared to gods, but the value of life only lies in oneself, and what does it have to do with others
No matter how long they live, whether they are divine turtles or divine trees, does it have anything to do with short-lived insects
Even if the bug will be eaten by the birds soon, at least it has lived a serious life and has a life of its own.
As small as yourself, as long as you live seriously, this life is valuable and not an empty toy!
Therefore, his heart suddenly became enlightened and he was full of respect for this god of knowledge and culture.
Completely different from the unreachable God of Scholars, this His Majesty is the great being that he really wants to follow!
Not only that, his Majesty showed him a magnificent world beyond imagination, filling him with yearning.
As long as you follow His Majesty, maybe even someone as small as yourself can truly see a broader and more magnificent world and live a more exciting life!
"Your great Majesty, please let me follow in your footsteps!" He said sincerely, "I have understood the value of my life, but I still want to see more magnificent scenes and a more distant future! "
Wall smiled and helped him up.
"From today on, you are my pastor." He said, "I give you a promise. If you can reach the peak of high-level, I will help you step into the legendary realm, promote you to the elect, and grant you immortality. body."
This promise was so weighty that the elders of the Hart family and the senior leaders of the Church of the God of Scholars were all moved by it.
To exalt the elect is to confer a touch of divinity. This is a big loss for the gods, so most gods are not very willing to promote their electors.
For example, the God of Scholars has never promoted a single elect over the years.
In comparison, Wo'er, who had just promoted one elector after becoming a god, and now promised to promote another electorate, felt a bit alien.
But this did not affect the faith and reverence of the new believers in Him. On the contrary, their faith became stronger.
Although faith is based on ideas rather than interests, a generous and generous god is certainly more likely to be loved by people than a stingy god.
In life, interests are also necessary.
When Wall left, those people in Gray Tower City who originally believed in the God of Scholars had all changed their beliefs and became His devout believers.