Zhao Wujiang gently raised his teacup, signaling Lin Yu to speak directly.
There was light snow falling outside the house, and the slight rustling sound and the sizzling sound of the charcoal fire in the stove seemed to resound around the two of them in this tranquility.
"But Your Highness, we are no longer mortals..."
Lin Yu mustered up the courage. In the past, he would never have said so much, but he felt that His Highness was no longer the one he knew.
"Then what are we? Are we gods or immortals? We are neither." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep:
“I thought about this question for a long time before I got the answer.
From the moment we enter spiritual practice, we are no longer human beings. Before we enter the realm or title of gods or immortals, we are not gods or immortals at all.
We are nothing. If we had to have an exact name, it would probably be practitioners.
But cultivators have no roots. They are neither considered human nor have the foundation of human beings. They have never encountered real immortals and gods. It is like they are suspended in the air without reaching the sky or the bottom.
So what should we cultivate?
Either reach up and touch the sky, or fall to the ground and return to yourself.
But how many people can reach out and touch the sky?
So instead of pursuing the ethereal and unattainable sky, it is better to connect with the earth. "
Zhao Wujiang's tone became increasingly emotional:
"After all, we are natives of this world. Even if we are born, we are raised by the earth."
What about the son of a bitch? Lin Yu had no reason to think of this question. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
In just one breath, he thought about all the sad things in his life.
He still had doubts. He found that when His Highness was explaining things related to people, he had an indescribable aura, like the so-called divinity.
Explain human nature in terms of divinity.
"So Your Highness, you teach me that I should always use my mortal body to understand all aspects of life, including suffering?" Lin Yu said seriously.
"Yeah." Zhao Wujiang nodded and found that Lin Yu recognized these words too piously. He smiled and explained:
"Don't think it's so complicated. To put it simply, just live like a human being.
Don’t keep a straight face all day long and look like you’ve been abandoned by the whole world.
Don't be too condescending and think that you are all ants.
Don't act indifferently, think that others are hell, and exchange kindness for kindness.
Also, don’t be overly attached to suffering. Suffering is just one of the hundreds of flavors, and difficulty is just part of the myriad of tribulations.
Go and taste the sweetness, go and taste the sourness, go and taste the fishy..."
Lin Yu was far away from the stove. He was shivering with cold, but his eyes were bright:
"I understand, Your Highness."
"You..." Zhao Wujiang raised his forehead:
"You understand the hammer, you understand! You are shivering from the cold, just use your cultivation to keep out the cold!"
"But didn't His Highness say that you want to live more like a human being?" Lin Yu was confused for a moment and felt aggrieved:
"Didn't His Highness say that you want to experience all the flavors of the world with a mortal body?"
"Baiwei! Do you remember suffering? Suffering makes it easier for you to remember that you are a human being. It doesn't mean that you only have to endure hardship, and it doesn't mean that you admire it!" Zhao Wujiang considered his words:
"It's cold, so wear more clothes.
Or directly use your cultivation to keep out the cold.
You are cold, shivering and suffering, what are you doing? To compete with gods in a mortal body?
Do you live like this? You simply lived..."
Zhao Wujiang did not say the words "like a pig" after all. He said earnestly:
"You were so cold that you shivered when you were a child, so you didn't need to wear more clothes under normal circumstances?"
"No." Lin Yu shook his head seriously, disapproving and said with embarrassment:
"To be honest with you, Your Highness, when I was a child, I only had a long gown left to me by my father after his death. I wore it from the age of three to fourteen."
Zhao Wujiang was silent.
After two breaths, he slowly said:
"It's getting cold, remember to put on some clothes."
Lin Yu scratched his head and smiled, with a hint of honesty in his smile.
Zhao Wujiang did not discuss this issue in depth, but chatted about other things.
Suddenly, light snow was falling outside the house, and the stove was burning inside.
The years are a bit quiet.
