"Is it possible that this old man still has mysophobia? Is it that he can't get used to sitting in the wilderness?"
Qingyun couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
Seeing that the old man looked like he was going up the mountain to collect medicine, the mountain forest was already muddy this season, but the white robe around him was spotless, not even a speck of mud could be seen, and he couldn't help but become more sure of his thoughts.
After sitting down, the old man once again repeated the question he just asked, and his tone was still as warm and gentle as the spring breeze.
"I don't know why this...senior asked this question?"
Qingyun thought for a while, but he still did not answer the old man's question immediately. Instead, he asked a question, and there was a slight pause in the middle. The meaning was actually very obvious.
The young man's repeated refusal to answer the questions seemed to make the old man a little unhappy. A few ripples slowly appeared on his white forehead, which seemed to be angry and surprised, but then he relaxed and relaxed. Voice:
"Your name is Qingyun, right? It's Lao Cao who's too abrupt. Lao Cao's surname is Yan, and his name has a single interpretation. Young man, you can call me Yan Lao."
"Meet... Mr. Yan."
Although the old man finally announced his family status, Qingyun's twitching of the corners of his mouth revealed what he was thinking, secretly saying:
"Yan Shi, you're a fool. This name is really unique. With his celestial demeanor, you can't even compare to him!
I can't call him by his full name, I can only call him Senior Yan or Yan Lao, but those great masters of his generation can't just call him "eye-shit, eye-shit" when they meet, right? This is not going to make people laugh to death!
Yan Lao looked at Qingyun with a smile, as if he had not seen the suppressed smile on his face, and said directly:
"Qingyun, I just passed by this place occasionally. I was a little surprised to see a monk among the victims. This little monk also helped out from time to time, so I followed you for a while out of curiosity. Then I saw you stop to rest. Come up and have a chat."
Qingyun nodded slowly when he heard this, and smiled slightly, which relieved the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but raise, otherwise his face might cramp up after a while.
Since the other party did not seem to have any ill intentions, Qingyun answered Yan Lao's inquiry just now:
"This junior does still have a lot of dry food, but he doesn't want to give away any more."
Yan Lao's question was somewhat similar to what Yao Meng asked him back then. If it were him a year ago, he would probably take all the dry food he had to save people.
But after experiencing life and death, Qingyun understands the preciousness of his own life better. It's not that he doesn't want to help the victims, but if he wants to help, it must be within his own ability.
Listening to Qingyun's sincere answer, the one-armed old man smiled gently again.
Although his eyes were turbid, the turbidity precipitated all his inner peace, righteousness, kindness and other positive thoughts, turning them into a rock full of determination.
Although Qingyun has not seen many monks, except for Yao Mengxun, he has never felt such kindness in the eyes of any monk. Looking back now, not even his father.
The old man and the young man just looked at each other, and Qingyun's heart also became stable.
However, despite the painful memories he has experienced, he is no longer the innocent child he was back then, and he knows that the kindness and justice in his heart are not enough to support him in moving forward.
Yao Mengxun once said that the Buddha still has the wrath of thunder, let alone his current little self?
So how can we not avenge the murder of our father? Who will avenge the evil act of massacre of the village?
Just like his intention to use Xiao Luoyi, a small stone, to stir up the world.
Regardless of whether he can succeed or not, he feels that he will definitely do this kind of thing in the future. This is not a change, but that he remembers his original intention and is not necessarily determined to do so.
In other words, if you are not careful, there will be a beginning but no end. If God wants to destroy me, let me destroy the world first!
Baiyi Yanlao didn't know that Qingyun had so many thoughts because of his kind gaze, but when his cultivation level reached his level, he could naturally feel many more things than the kid in front of him. This was also the reason why he came to the door. The real reason for visiting.
Yan Shi frowned slightly, the vicissitudes of life on his face clearly revealed, but he still said warmly:
"To tell you the truth, I have been living without food for many years, and I don't carry much dry food with me, so I want to help people, but I am powerless."
After a pause, Mr. Yan continued:
"Qingyun, I guess you think that if you continue to distribute dry food, it will only cause greater riots? Or will it make it impossible for you to escape?"
Qingyun nodded when he heard this. He didn't want to hide it from the old man, because he did have concerns in this regard. There are more than hundreds of millions of people in the world who are suffering. How many of them can he save?
What's more, compared to them, I may have suffered thousands of times more than them. Didn't I just struggle to crawl out of the hell gate on my own?
How many people in the world are so lucky?
So he looked at Yan Shi with eyes as calm as water, feeling calm in his heart, and waiting for the other person's next words.
Qingyun originally thought that the old man might preach to him or disagree with his views, but his explanation did not stop there and said:
"Although I am a monk, I still believe in fate. The two of us, an old man and a young man, met in the mountains and forests by fate. Maybe it was an arrangement of our own. Don't you think so? Qingyun."
Qingyun didn't know how to answer, so he nodded in agreement, and then the old man asked again:
"In other words, isn't your encounter with the hundreds of disaster victims also fate?"
The old man made another nonsense words, which immediately made Qingyun confused again. He was originally talking about rescuing people, but how did he get involved in the fate again?
"I'm sorry that I'm too stupid to understand the true meaning of my senior's words."
Qingyun cupped his hands and bowed to Yan Lao.
Yan Lao's face was fair and rosy. Although he looked more than seventy years old, at least his skin was well maintained.
Moreover, with his fluttering white beard and the air of a master, coupled with the medicine basket behind his back, it is easy for people to think of the old miracle doctor in the book who walks around the world and hangs a pot to help the world, and the philistine and careless Eternal Style is called Negative example.
At this time, Yan Lao used his spiritual power to move his empty left sleeve and motioned Qingyun to sit down again.
Not wanting to avoid making the old man unhappy, this time Qingyun leaned obediently next to the big tree he was leaning on just now, sat down with his hands on his knees, and stared at the old man sincerely.
Yan Lao made him feel even kinder than Yan Liangshan. In the past, whenever he wrote a wrong word or memorized the wrong book, Yan Liangshan would always be beaten with a ruler and his sharp gaze seemed to be cannibalistic.
But the old man in front of him is more like an old scholar who is earnest and seductive. He also speaks slowly and slowly, making it difficult for people to feel bad.
Yan Lao glanced at Qingyun with deep meaning and asked again wildly:
"We all know that fate cannot be forced. In other words, if you can't force it, shouldn't you just do it?"
After just a few hysterical inquiries, Qingyun's favorable opinion of him finally dropped a lot, and his heart was filled with a sense of displeasure. He only felt that the old man was a little stupid because of his age.
If it weren't for his tyrannical cultivation here, Qingyun estimated that he might have turned around and left right now.
"Could this old man be a monk from Jing Ci Tian? Why do you like telling gossip so much?"
The more Qingyun thought about it, the more angry he became. Ever since he left Liangren Village, he would always have an inexplicable restlessness from time to time, which even he himself found strange.
He didn't seem to be like this before, right? How can you be irritated by other people's remarks? Thinking of this, Qingyun quickly calmed down and said:
"I have just entered the Immortal Sect for the first time. Although my time has been short, I have heard that cultivation is to struggle with the sky, and what we strive for is a chance of immortality. In this case, those kinds of needs are not something that can be forced. How can we wait for it? Don’t you want to strive for the top?”
Qingyun couldn't figure out the old man's thoughts, and he didn't know why he called him and just said whatever came to his mind, not bothering to think about it for a long time.
The old man still smiled when he heard this. At this moment, he no longer looked like an immortal monk, but a wise and friendly elder, teaching his students certain principles of the world.
"You are right. My monks really just want to live forever. As we get older, we talk more. Don't think I'm verbose, Qingyun."
After seeing the handsome young man opposite him nodding and giving a wry smile, the old man continued to smile and said:
"Qingyun, then what's the difference between us trying to survive with the sky and them trying to fill their bellies to survive?"
Yan Lao had always been chatting with him in an equal manner, without any pressure from his realm. So Qingyun raised his head, looked at Yan Shi with stern eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"I don't want to give alms, but in fact, even if I help with all my money, I can't save all the victims on the official road! Besides, you also said that if I distribute dry food on a large scale, the commotion caused will definitely turn the entire official road into a A Shura purgatory."
Yan Shi laughed loudly when he heard this, but did not deny Qingyun's explanation, and then shouted in vain:
"Yes! You shouldn't save me. In fact, you shouldn't even give out the first piece of cake! This is stupid!"
"ah?"
Qingyun was stunned when he heard this, what's going on with this old man? Why is he just talking nonsense? Just now it seemed that he wanted him to continue saving people, but this time he said that he shouldn't even do it once?
Immediately, Yan Shi's voice became a little deeper, as if he was reprimanding:
"At my level of cultivation, although I can't turn stones into gold like a myth, or make clouds and rain moisten the earth at will, small things like human lives can be said to be easy to come by. I didn't even do anything, what else are you trying to do? Where’s the kindness?”
"Senior taught me a lesson."
Qingyun lowered his head and said respectfully, but in fact, he was full of curses in his heart.
"I didn't know you were nearby! You're so powerful, why didn't you come out to save people from the beginning? Besides, you said you didn't bring any solid food, but you called me stupid for being so kind. I'm really speechless."
However, Yan Lao changed the subject and continued with a smile:
"It was just a joke, young man, don't mind."
What Qingyun heard was a black line, and he nodded casually as an agreement.
"I finally understand. This old man probably has Alzheimer's disease."
At this point, he had secretly made a final definition in his mind for this "eyeshit" he had just met.
PS: These chapters may seem like nonsense, but I personally think they are the cornerstone of the protagonist’s growth. Hatred is not terrible, but the natural hatred is terrible.
