Chen Changsheng sat down cross-legged and started chatting with the monk.
"It's been a long time since I've talked to anyone else. It's been ten years in the blink of an eye."
"Where's that one?"
"He..."
He was talking about the sloppy man in front of the cabin.
Yi Zuqian said: "He fell on this island seven years ago. Maybe he was washed here due to wind and waves. I saved his life and I said a lot to him at the time."
"But after a year, he went crazy."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused and said, "Are you crazy..."
He turned around and glanced at the man holding the fish to eat. He didn't look crazy.
Chen Changsheng said: "For fellow Taoists, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with this kind of madness."
Yi Zuqian nodded and said: "That's what I say, but in fact, it is for his own good not to save him. He went crazy in just one year. If he wakes up, how will he deal with himself in the remaining six years?"
"This is also his fate. He searched for immortals alone, found a way out after a shipwreck, but failed to survive this loneliness. He is destined to have no destiny for immortals, so if you say he is pitiful, there is nothing to be pitiful about."
It’s not that these practitioners are indifferent.
What Yi Zuqian said is also true.
That sloppy man really didn't have the qualifications or the perseverance, so there was nothing to be pitied for.
In comparison, Yi Zuqian is already very kind.
Chen Changsheng asked: "In my opinion, should I send him back to the human world or enter the world of immortality?"
"Although he has no qualifications, it is a blessing to be able to come here. He will be given a ride when the time comes. Only if he realizes his shortcomings will he really give up. Otherwise, even if he is sent back to the human world, he will never do it again. Found it."
Yi Zuqian smiled helplessly and said: "Say he has perseverance, he can cross nine hundred miles of mountains and seas to find this place, say he has no perseverance, he went crazy within a year after arriving here."
Chen Changsheng said: "Maybe it's because this loneliness is too overwhelming."
"maybe."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked, "What about Fellow Daoist? In the past ten years, Fellow Daoist has been on this lonely island in the desert sea. Have you ever been lost in the years?"
Yi Zugan said: "Of course I have been confused. Sometimes I look at the rising sun in the distance and sigh at how insignificant I am between heaven and earth. Sometimes I have random thoughts and forget about myself."
Yi Zugan smiled and said: "But isn't it just cultivation?"
"Yi often feels that this is a practice that is destined to be experienced. It is the years, the tribulations, the cultivation of mind and body. It is inevitable on my path of cultivation, not accidental."
For the current Yi Zuqian, the ten years he was left here were just a silent practice, looking at the sunset in the distance, like a drop in the ocean.
There may be many more years like this in his spiritual practice, but this one must be the one he remembers most clearly.
Chen Changsheng said: "Sending a mayfly to heaven and earth is just a drop in the ocean. Even a monk is still insignificant between heaven and earth. Fellow Taoist, this trip is worthwhile."
Yi Zuqian was in a daze for a moment after hearing this, and murmured: "A drop in the ocean..."
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, and Yi Zuqian also recognized this cultivator from the 'mortal world'.
Night falls.
Chen Changsheng sat on a rock. He looked around and saw the stars flowing in the distance. He lay down and stared at the sky.
It was as if he was the only one between heaven and earth.
The sound of the waves outside reached my ears, rustling.
The insignificance of human beings is the insignificance of immortals.
The same goes for mayflies.
Chen Changsheng is also insignificant.
Like gravel in the wind.
Indeed, as the Taoist friend said, this is a practice.
Chen Changsheng closed his eyes and lay on the rocks as if he had fallen asleep.
On this lonely sea.
Chen Changsheng seemed to have had a big dream, in which he was very drunk. He was boating on the sea, with constant wind and waves, and it was all bumpy. He lay on the boat and felt the turbulent waves.
Take a sip of turbid wine and look at the endless world.
Just like a small boat, it can hold down the galaxy for thousands of miles.
It was a long night, a practice.
………
"Fellow!"
At dawn, a thick fog rose from the sea, seeming to shrink the world.
Chen Changsheng was woken up by Yi Zuqian.
Yi Zuqian smiled warmly and said: "The flying boat is coming, fellow Taoist, it's time for us to leave."
Yi Zuqian's practice was over.
Chen Changsheng woke up from a big dream.
Yi Zuqian said: "My fellow Taoist enlightenment in a dream is really extraordinary."
Chen Changsheng cupped his hands and said, "It can't compare to my Taoist friend's misty years."
"Fellow Taoist, please!"
"please!"
A huge flying boat emerged from the mist.
The sails of the ship emerged from the sea.
"Boom!"
There seemed to be a simple bell coming from the flying boat.
Someone stuck his head out and looked at the pier in front of him. At a glance, he discovered that there were three people waiting at the pier.
"There are actually people there when we go back this time."
The monk on the bow was a little surprised. After all, this kind of thing is not common. This flying boat only makes a trip every ten years, and very few people get on the boat at this pier.
"What a rarity."
Not only were there people on board, but there were also many monks going to the mortal world this time.
Chen Changsheng looked around, but felt a little surprised, and asked: "Fellow Taoist, isn't it said that very few monks come to the mortal world?"
Yi Zuqian took a look and found that there were many people on the board.
Yi Zugan said: "Looking at their clothes, they should be descendants of the Immortal Mountain. Maybe they came to the mortal world for something."
Behind them stood a scruffily dressed man.
His eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking as he looked at the huge flying boat.
In the past few years, loneliness and coldness tortured his body and mind. Not only did he go crazy, he even forgot to speak.
Just as he was talking, he heard an exclamation coming from the flying boat.
"Senior Brother Yi! But Senior Brother Yi!?"
Yi Zuqian was recognized.
The monk from Lingyue Xiandao on the flying boat shouted in surprise and quickly jumped off the flying boat.
When brothers meet, they inevitably talk too much.
"Senior brother, the sea monster was causing trouble at that time. After escaping, we discovered that you were not on the ship. Later, we searched several times, but found nothing. We thought you..."
"Why didn't Senior Brother send us a message?"
Yi Zuqian explained: "I was seriously injured and I was really helpless."
Then he introduced to his junior brother: "This is Fellow Daoist Chen."
"I've met Fellow Daoist Chen."
Chen Changsheng responded with his hands raised, then looked up and asked: "There are many monks who have come to the mortal world this time..."
"Most of them are here to detect traces of evil spirits."
"I see."
Chen Changsheng didn't ask any more questions.
"What evil spirits?" Yi Zuqian asked.
Then his junior brother explained the matter of the spirit cage.
Yi Zuqian was also surprised, as if he didn't expect that there was such a place in the world.
"Senior brother, fellow Daoist Chen, please get on the flying boat first."
