Of course, Zhenjun Duanyi did not tell Lingchu these words.
Seeing that Lingchu was visibly relieved and the dull look on his face had gone away, he smiled and asked about Lingchu's experience in Luoyao City over the years.
When Lingchu heard the master's question, he was silent for a moment, and then slowly began to talk about his experiences over the years.
Without much elaboration or going into great detail, Lingchu quickly recounted the events of the past ten years.
Senior Brother Jiao Zheng, Senior Li Duanyang, Chaomu Town, Linyuan City, Rebirth Monument, Mo Huai, Senior Brother Yun Haotian, Shen Wenzhou, and old friends reunited.
Lingchu carefully recalled the ten years in Luoyao City, and unexpectedly remembered a lot without realizing it, and found that he had experienced a lot.
Zhenjun Duanyi had been listening quietly to Lingchu's narration. He never interrupted Lingchu's narration once, he just listened.
Listen to Lingchu talk about the joys and sorrows of those ten years, the reunions and reunions.
When he heard Lingchu talking about Mo Huai, Yun Haotian and Shen Wenzhou, his tone was obviously much lower and he sighed slightly in his heart.
After listening to everything Lingchu said quietly, Zhenjun Duanyi patted Lingchu's shoulder gently and asked, "Lingchu, do you know how long the life span of a foundation-building monk is?"
How long does a foundation-building monk live?
Lingchu looked up at Zhenjun Duanyi blankly. Although she didn't understand why the master asked such a simple question, she still answered the question obediently.
"Master, the life span of a foundation-building cultivator is two hundred."
"So, where is the Golden Core cultivator?"
"Life span is four hundred years."
"Where is the Yuanying monk?"
"A long life of more than a thousand years."
"So, do you think you will always be just a foundation-building monk?" Zhenjun Duanyi neither nodded nor shook his head at Lingchu's answer, and instead asked Lingchu this question.
"...No." Lingchu only paused for a moment before firmly answering Zhenjun Duanyi.
"So, do you think you will never be able to break through to the Nascent Soul realm?" Zhenjun Duanyi continued to ask.
"No." This time, Lingchu answered without hesitation.
Hearing this, Zhenjun Duanyi smiled softly, with a deep smile in his eyes.
"So, do you think that all the monks in the world can break through to build foundations, golden elixirs and Yuanying?" asked another question.
"...No." Lingchu seemed to understand why the master asked her these questions.
"So, Lingchu, do you think there will be someone who can accompany you on this journey of cultivating Taoism?"
"No." Lingchu lowered his eyes, his voice soft and clear.
Duanyi Zhenjun touched Lingchu's smooth black hair and said with a smile, "Yes, good disciple, this path of cultivation is destined to be a lonely one. You are still young, and the death and farewell you have seen are too much." Few, that’s why I care so much.”
Lingchu frowned, with doubts flashing in his eyes. He raised his head and looked at Zhenjun Duanyi, "Master, does it mean that the longer you live, the less you care about those feelings?"
"Stupid disciple, it's not that you don't care," Zhenjun Duanyi rarely restrained his casualness and sharpness, and his whole person was calm and gentle, "it's that you have to learn to let go."
Since you have high aspirations and aim at the top, it is destined that some people will drift away on this road.
In this world, how many people can achieve enlightenment and become immortals?
Those who have achieved the Golden Elixir Yuanying will have countless passers-by over the course of hundreds and thousands of years, and most of these passers-by will not be able to achieve the Golden Elixir Yuanying in the same way. This means that in these hundreds of years and thousands of years, the partings you will experience, There are also countless.
Put it all in your heart, just one heart, there is no place to grieve.
Zhenjun Duanyi knew that his young disciples had excellent minds and understandings, but to the monks, they were just teenagers at the age of several decades.
The meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step.
Even if it takes hundreds of times to make steel, it still takes thousands of hammers.
In the main hall, there was no sound for a long time, only two shallow breaths remained.
Lingchu pursed his lips, then suddenly raised his head and smiled gently at Zhenjun Duanyi, "Master, thank you."
Zhenjun Duanyi is actually a very good master. There are very few Yuanying monks, or in other words, very few masters who are willing to break down the principles bit by bit in such detail and share them with their disciples.
After all, in the world of cultivation, it is actually very religious. The so-called master leads the door to practice on an individual basis.
How can I slowly enlighten my disciples like this?
Seeing the clarity and transparency in Lingchu's eyes, Zhenjun Duanyi narrowed his phoenix eyes with satisfaction. The calmness and softness on his face disappeared in an instant. The next moment, he reached out his hand and pinched Lingchu with a smile. White and tender little face.
"Oh, I just saw Feng He move his hand. Master, my hand has been itchy for a long time. Well, it is indeed slippery, white and tender, and feels good in the hand."
As soon as Zhenjun Duanyi spoke like this, the original dull and solemn atmosphere in the hall instantly disappeared without a trace.
The emotion brewing in the heart of Lingchu's eyes was shattered in an instant.
"Master!" Lingchu stretched out his hands, covered his cheeks, and looked at Zhenjun Duanyi accusingly.
Zhenjun Duanyi didn't care about the grievances and accusations on his little apprentice's face. His long eyebrows were arched and his phoenix eyes were full of smiles. "Okay, okay, good disciple, just remember them in your heart. Time is the most ruthless." , and the most long-term love, you, don't get stuck in the same place, otherwise, if you go out, don't say that you are my apprentice."
Time is ruthless, but love is also long-lasting.
Time will take away everything, but it will also leave everything forever in the long river of everyone's memory.
Leave the sadness where it is, and those who walk still have to move forward.
Lingchu looked at his master, Duan Yi Zhenjun, with a smile on his face.
When Lingchu left the Taiqing Mountain main hall, Qingkong, who had a great time playing with the Linghes, was already waiting obediently at the entrance of the main hall.
Qingkong happily stretched out her big tiger paw and gently fiddled with a pale pink flower in front of her. The moment she felt her master coming out, she quickly looked up.
At this glance, Qingkong tilted his head in confusion.
It felt like something was different about its master.
This thought just flashed through her mind for a moment. The next moment, Qingkong happily shrank her figure again, transformed into a cat, and jumped lightly onto Lingchu's shoulders.
The furry little head rubbed Lingchu's cheek, and the different-colored pupils flashed with joy.
It doesn't know where the master has become different, but it feels that the master has become better like this.
Qingkong is very pure and simple.
Lingchu didn't know what Qingkong was thinking. He just felt that those invisible shackles or heavy emotions on his body suddenly relaxed a lot.
The invisible and intangible Taoist heart has become more transparent.
Be sad when you should be sad, be happy when you should be happy, and let the rest go with the wind.
