"Because desire is human nature. You can ignore it, not touch it, and pretend it doesn't exist, but it is always there. Pursuing the state of 'no desire' is an obsession in itself."
At that moment, the man was about to turn around. Lu Xiaochan's breathing lengthened. He wanted to see the man clearly through the young boy's eyes, but everything in his dream was suddenly shattered.
When he woke up from the dream, Lu Xiaochan's serious illness was inexplicably cured. The old beggar said that he was blessed with a long life.
Lu Xiaochan was so angry that the old beggar ate all the peanuts that the waiter poured out, and Lu Xiaochan didn't get a single one.
The old beggar said nonchalantly, "You are so sick that you can't even open your mouth, how can you swallow peanuts!"
Lu Xiaochan had a premonition that the young man with bottles and jars hanging all over his body in his dream was himself, and that the stern-faced exiled immortal must be someone very important to him.
When he told the old beggar about his dream, the old beggar joked that Meng Po soup must have been sprinkled on him when he crossed the Naihe Bridge in his previous life. Or maybe he had listened to too many stories and put himself into the stories.
However, Lu Xiaochan was convinced that it was not a story. Perhaps she was born into an immortal family, and the cold but immortal figure in her dream was the master of some mysterious sect who could cure her eyes.
The old beggar laughed again and told him that not being able to see has its advantages as he won’t be seduced by beauty. Who knows whether the man Lu Xiaochan saw in her dream was a fairy or a devil.
The old beggar was still mumbling something like "One thought can turn you into a god, one desire can turn you into a devil."
Lu Xiaochan ignored the old beggar and waited under the wine shop from time to time, hoping that one day he could have another sip of "Drunkenness and Dream of Death". He was not a wine lover, but it seemed that only by getting drunk could he see the banished immortal in his dream again.
But what no one expected was that three days later the old beggar choked himself to death while eating peanuts.
Lu Xiaochan had no resentment towards Huashengmi, but she could not forget the figure in her dream.
But seven or eight years have passed since then, and even if Lu Xiaochan occasionally took a sip or two of "Drunken Life and Dream of Death", he has never been drunk.
If you are not drunk, you will not have dreams.
Without dreams, you will naturally not encounter fairies.
Lu Xiaochan was certain that the owner of the wine shop must be a black-hearted person. He didn't know how much water he had added to the wine so that people wouldn't get drunk.
Just as Lu Xiaochan was daydreaming about a dream she had in the past, she heard the sound of someone crying with joy coming from across the tavern.
"Abao! Abao! I have traveled all over the country and finally found you!"
Lu Xiaochan was shocked. Abao was also a beggar. They were about the same age, one blind and the other mute, and often fought over food.
Logically speaking, when a blind man and a mute fight, the blind man will definitely suffer, but Lu Xiaochan always beats Abao to the ground. Every time, Abao looks at Lu Xiaochan eating pitifully.
But unexpectedly, Po's luck turned around
The father and son hugged each other and cried in the street.
"Abao! Eat slowly! Eat slowly! We have thousands of acres of fertile land in the Luo family, and the last thing we lack is food!"
“Mmmm…” Po was eating voraciously at this moment. He couldn’t hear anything his father said.
"My poor son! Fortunately, there is the maple leaf birthmark on your neck, otherwise I really don't know how to find you! Don't worry, even if you can't speak, your father will treat you well, find you a few wives, and take good care of you!"
The Luo family's servant changed Abao's clothes, and his father personally carried Abao on his back to the carriage and left.
Lu Xiaochan sat there in a daze.
The waiter opened the window and teased with a smile: "Hey, Lu Xiaochan, it's really like thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west! Things change over time! In the past, it was you who bullied A-Bao, but now A-Bao's biological father is here to look for him! He is going to live a good life with no worries about food and clothing! Look at you... Hey hey hey! Lu Xiaochan, why are you crying!"
Two lines of tears fell on Lu Xiaochan's face and her eyes turned red.
The waiter had seen him countless times under this window, and had some feelings for him after so many encounters. But when he saw him suddenly crying, he didn't know how to comfort him.
"You... don't cry... Maybe, your parents are looking for you too? It's just that they haven't found you yet!"
Lu Xiaochan was blind but not blind in heart. He knew that the reason he became a beggar might be because he was born with eye problems. How could his biological parents come to look for him
"In the whole world, the only one who can bully the dumb Po is Po! Now Po has gone with his biological father! No one can bully me anymore!"
The waiter stood there, not knowing what to say.
Probably no one can understand Lu Xiaochan's true feelings at this moment.
Although he and Abao always fight for food, they are each other's support.
Now that Abao has followed his biological father, Lu Xiaochan is afraid that she will no longer have any friends.
Not long after, the carriage turned back.
A Bao jumped out of the car and rushed towards Lu Xiaochan.
The waiter quickly knocked on the window: "Run! A-bao is here to seek revenge on you!"
Everyone who passed by gathered around him, hoping that Lu Xiaochan would be in big trouble.
Who knew that A Bao would throw himself into Lu Xiaochan's arms, crying. He didn't want to seek revenge at all, it was obvious that they were inseparable!
Lu Xiaochan sighed and patted Abao on the back: "Abao, go ahead. I won't follow you."
“Mmmm…” A Bao shook his head and pulled Lu Xiaochan’s arm.
Lu Xiaochan pulled Abao to her side and whispered, "Abao, listen, rich people are not like ordinary people. Your father has lost you for so long, you must be more than one child. Your father feels sorry for you, and will definitely find a doctor to cure your muteness. Remember, even if you can speak, don't let anyone know. Eat and drink enough, and turn a blind eye to everything."
A Bao burst into tears, but still insisted on dragging Lu Xiaochan away.
"You won't have to worry about food and clothing, but you will have to live under someone else's roof. I, Lu Xiaochan, am used to being free, and I'm blind, so I can't see other people's faces.
If you remember what I said, maybe you can live in peace forever."
Abao's biological father also got off the carriage. He knew that his son was reluctant to leave his friend. As long as his son was happy, it would be fine to have an extra blind beggar. But he would inevitably be disliked by his current wife when he returned.
Lu Xiaochan didn't follow them, which was considered thoughtful of her.
Abao's father threw a bag of silver to Lu Xiaochan as a thank you for Lu Xiaochan's care for Abao over the years.
Lu Xiaochan had some money. After rummaging around for a long time, he was about to hand it to the waiter to buy a few jars of "Drunken Life, Dream of Death" when someone ran past him madly and snatched the bag of silver!
"Damn it—"
Lu Xiaochan was so angry that he vomited blood. He finally had the wine in his mouth, but it was gone again! How could he see the person he wanted to see in his dream without wine!
Jiang Wuchao was standing not far from Lu Xiaochan. He had practiced for many years, and his hearing was many times sharper than that of ordinary people.
He originally thought that the little beggar who hid in the statue of the Medical Saint to steal things would definitely follow Abao, but he didn't expect that not only did he not leave, but he also said such words to Abao.
At this moment, the whole bag of silver was gone. He didn't shout "Catch the thief" loudly, but just sighed and sat back in his original place.
Jiang Wuchao walked in front of Lu Xiaochan and half squatted down. Although he didn't make any sound, Lu Xiaochan smiled with the corners of her mouth curled up: "Hahaha, Jiang Wuchao, you're here."
"How do you know it was me?"
"You have the fragrance of the phoenix tree."
Jiang Wuchao nodded and smiled. Zhiwu Villa is located on the top of Zhiwu Mountain. The mountain is full of phoenix trees, most of which have grown for thousands of years and naturally have spiritual energy.
Jiang Wuchao grew up in Zhiwu Villa, and inevitably had the fragrance of the phoenix tree on his body.
"That man robbed your silver, why didn't you shout?"
"Why should I shout?" Lu Xiaochan tilted her head. "Even if someone stopped the thief and snatched the silver bag, who would return the silver to me? Of course, except you, Jiang Wuchao."
"You are too pessimistic. There are still kind people out there."
"I grew up here, and I know everyone's personality and temperament very well. I'm a blind beggar who eats and drinks all day without working, and suddenly I get a large sum of money. What will they think?"
Lu Xiaochan curled the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were shining and cunning.
Jiang Wuchao looked around and saw that no one, young or old, men or women, had any sympathy for Lu Xiaochan. Even the street vendors seemed to be gloating over her misfortune.
"I just lost a bag of money. I'm lucky that no one tried to kill me for it. And when Mr. Luo gave me the bag of money, he said thank you for taking care of Abao over the years. I haven't taken care of Abao in the past, so I shouldn't accept the reward without merit. This bag of money is gone, so it's gone."
Jiang Wuchao sighed and said, "You are naturally free and easy. We in the cultivation of immortals emphasize 'cutting off desires'. Only when we have no evil desires in our hearts can we reach the pinnacle. If your eyes can see, you are a good material for cultivation of immortals."
"What? Cut off my desires? I have desires! I want to eat well every day! Wear warm clothes! Most importantly, I want to drink a few jars of 'Drunken Life and Dreaming Death' every day, and meet my beauty in my dreams! Cultivating immortals is not suitable for me! Brother Jiang, take your time! I'll wait for you to achieve enlightenment so that you can take care of me!"
Jiang Wuchao laughed softly, then grabbed Lu Xiaochan's wrist again, almost crushing her wrist bones.
"I asked many people, but no one has ever heard of Li Chejun's story. You lied to me!"
Lu Xiaochan couldn't break free from the other person.
"How could an ordinary storyteller know about the battle of Wuyijingtian more than a thousand years ago? I'm really curious, where did you hear it from?"
"You... you let go... let go... I'm telling you!"
Only then did Jiang Wuchao let go of Lu Xiaochan.
"It's definitely not what the storyteller said..."
"Who told you that?"
"It was the old beggar who adopted me who told me these things! They are just some legends of the Xuanmen Sword Sect, half true and half false!"
"Where is that old beggar man?"
Lu Xiaochan raised his hand and pointed to the sky.
"He...did he ascend to become an immortal or a saint? Which sect is he the head of?"
"He's dead. Choked to death on peanuts!"
Jiang Wuchao choked there.
"Aren't you from a famous immortal family? Don't you know the stories of these ancient sages better than I do?"
"My master rarely mentioned what happened back then, but he has always respected Li Che. As his disciple, I also want to know what happened in the Unintentional Realm Heaven back then, and whether I can find the immortal traces left by Li Che to comfort my master."
"So that's how it is. But what the old beggar told me were all hearsay, and he must have made it up!"
"That's it. I want to hear it, too."
"Okay. You buy me a drink and I'll tell you a story."
Jiang Wuchao pressed his forehead and asked, "How special is this wine? Why do you keep thinking about it?"
"Didn't I tell you? If you drink this wine and get drunk, you can see beautiful women! Otherwise, how can it be called 'living in drunkenness and dreaming of death'?" Lu Xiaochan answered seriously.
Jiang Wuchao snorted and pulled him up.
"Beauty? You are a blind man, you can only see beauties in your dreams!"
With a smile on her lips, Lu Xiaochan believed that if the person in her dream was willing to turn around, he would surely make the world pale in comparison.