"Why, for what?"
Fudaoshanren didn't understand.
Jianchou smiled and said, "You don't know, the one who killed me was my husband. If I'm not mistaken, he killed me because he wanted to seek the immortal and ask for the way."
"What?"
Fudaoshanren was suddenly shocked.
"You actually died because of cutting off the relationship with the world?"
"Cut off the dust?"
Jianchou had already come out of the coffin and stepped onto the muddy ground.
Fu Dao Shanren said: "There are many people in the world who seek immortality and the truth between heaven and earth, so they cut off their worldly desires and sever their worldly ties. Therefore, there is a saying called 'severing worldly ties'."
"Only when a person has no worries, casts aside desires, and seeks the truth with one heart can he achieve the supreme truth. Therefore, most cultivators in the world will wait until they have cut off all worldly ties before they can practice with one heart. Generally, cultivators have a very long life span, far exceeding that of ordinary people. When all their relatives in the world have passed away, their worldly ties will naturally be cut off. However, some extreme people are impatient and cannot wait for decades, so they will do some extraordinary things."
When he said this, Fudaoshanren's face seemed to glow, and he finally transformed from an old beggar into a Taoist hermit.
He looked at her with an indescribable pity.
"Your husband..."
"Is this the latter that the hermit mentioned?"
Killing your wife in pursuit of truth
How cold-blooded
Jianchou almost laughed when he heard this.
Can God allow such cold-blooded and vicious people to become immortals
Is the love between husband and wife who have shared hardships together really that fragile in the face of immortality
With a low sneer, the expression on Jianchou's face suddenly became extremely sarcastic.
The damp wooden coffin lay in the earth pit, with a pool of blood underneath, which was very eye-catching.
One step in front of her, a wooden sign was lying on the ground, wet by the rain, blurring the words on it, but still vaguely legible.
"The tomb of my wife, Xie Jianchou."
It's her tombstone.
It's Xie Buchen's handwriting.
The tomb of my wife Xie Jianchou
ha.
There is really nothing more ironic than this.
Thank you Jianchou
No, not anymore.
After that sword, everything was severed.
She will no longer be called Xie, and she will no longer be Xie Buchen's wife.
She has no name, no father and no mother, just a floating duckweed in the world.
Jianchou took a step forward, without any reluctance, even coldly, and stepped on the tombstone, as if he was stepping on his own past.
"Yesterday cannot be retained..."
"What?" Fudaoshanren didn't hear clearly.
"nothing."
Jianchou came back to his senses, a faint smile appeared on his pale face, and he bowed to the hermit: "Jianchou knows that I have already gone to the underworld, the hermit's life-saving grace is like a rebirth, Jianchou has no way to repay--"
"Want to pledge your love to me?"
Fudaoshanren's eyes suddenly lit up, and he leaned forward, looking at Jianchou expectantly.
The old man who had been talking about "great virtue and righteousness" just now, at this moment, had a look of vulgarity on his face.
"… "
For a moment, all of Jianchou's words of thanks and touching were stuck in his throat. It was not right to say anything, nor was it right not to say anything.
"The mountain people made fun of me..."
Is this what rejection means
Fudao Shanren's eyes, which had just lit up, suddenly dimmed. He felt disgusted and sighed, "It is true that the world has changed. People's hearts are no longer the same as before. People's hearts are no longer the same as before... Shanren took a lot of effort to save you..."
Jianchou thought silently that it was true that the world had changed and people's hearts were no longer the same as before.
These days, these outsiders would be fine if they just repay a favor, but they still think about these things
Isn’t it said that those who practice Taoism must cut off all emotions and desires
Obviously, no one could answer Jianchou's doubts at this moment.
Fudaoshanren saw that Chou didn't say anything in the end, so he couldn't help but touch his nose in dismay. He felt a little embarrassed, coughed, and changed the subject: "Uh, well, now that you're fine, what are you going to do?"
What are you going to do
The first person that Jianchou thought of was Xie Buchen. The next thing that echoed in his mind was the farmhouse where he had lived for only a few months.
She looked up the cliff.
The yellow soil was recently soaked with rainwater, staining the black rocks on the cliff. There were a few old trees rooted in the cracks of the rocks, with strong branches. The cliff was not high, with trees on both sides. There was a slope on the left, covered with weeds. From this slope, you can go up to this level of the cliff.
Jianchou said: "I want to go home and take a look."
After saying that, she actually walked straight towards the slope in front.
"Hey? Go home? Are you out of your mind?"
The people of Fudao Mountain were simply dumbfounded.
"What are you going to do back? You're going to die!"
Even if she died, she would go back to see it.
Jianchou didn't reply to him. He took two steps up the steep slope and walked up carefully.
Fudao Shanren rolled his eyes and said, "Are you stupid? What if you go back and are discovered by the villagers? You will be killed if you come back from the dead! Didn't Shanren save you in vain? Look at you, you wasted my kindness. Do you think you are great just because I saved you? This is the 367th time I have seen someone as ungrateful as you!"
How was she ungrateful
but…
Jianchou suddenly asked, "Three hundred and sixty-seven times... How many times have you saved people?"
"Well... let me count..." Fudaoshanren quickly counted with his fingers, and finally said, "Including you, it's a total of 368 times."
"How many ungrateful ones are there?"
"Three hundred and sixty-seven."
There was an unspeakable grief and indignation in Fudaoshanren's voice.
"Oh... After all, there's only one person who's not ungrateful? But that's good too."
"Good?!"
Fudaoshanren widened his eyes and glared at Jianchou angrily!
Jianchou smiled lightly and said, "I will be the second one."
"kindness?"
Fudaoshanren was immediately surprised.
Just the second person who is not ungrateful.
Jianchou didn't explain and continued walking forward.
Fudaoshanren was stunned. He could not help but look at Jianchoulai: her pale face was already stained with a sickly flush due to the effort of climbing the slope. The sharp edges of the grass leaves occasionally scratched her arms, but she did not seem to care at all and focused on climbing up.
She's a girl with a lot of ambition.
He began to think: How about trying to take in a disciple
Above, Jianchou had already climbed the short slope, and the view in front of him suddenly opened up.
The grass spread out like a carpet, and in the distance there were lush trees. A road extended into the forest and then meandered towards the mountains in the distance.
It was getting darker as evening approached. In the small village in the valley, wisps of smoke seemed to be rising.
Over there, that is her home.