I'm dying.
A few simple words came out of Zhuang Sheng's mouth so easily.
There is no unwillingness or reluctance, nor is there any loss.
There was even a faint smile on his face, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.
Gu Dan has heard these words from many people.
Ji Lao, Xu Zhian, Wang Mang, and now Zhuang Sheng.
When Mr. Ji said these words, the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. Not even the bones were left, and he died one by one.
When Xu Zhian said this, he was suffering from the pain of being old, and even seemed a little relieved.
When Wang Mang said this, his heart was already tired. He has completed the great cause he longed for, and no longer has any more nostalgia for the human world. He hopes to reunite with the person he misses in his sleep.
But Zhuang Sheng is different from them.
He said it very simply, as if he was telling an ordinary thing, as if he happened to meet her on the road and asked casually what to eat for dinner.
Gu Dan didn't speak for a while.
He had experienced this clearly different yet extremely similar scene many times.
There were so many that even if he didn't want to count them in detail, those memories would pop out of his mind.
No one can truly understand his mood as he witnesses his close friends and relatives leaving one by one.
Far away is sad, close is hurtful.
Neither far nor close, but also too inhumane, like a puppet made of clay.
Even now, he cannot grasp the standards that should be maintained between people in this world.
After a long silence, Gu Dan asked: "Do you regret it?"
"What do you regret?"
Zhuang Sheng was a little puzzled.
"I regret coming out with me, and I regret not staying in the Buzhou Mountains."
Gu Dan said slowly.
If Zhuang Sheng did not come out with him, but stayed in the Buzhou Mountains, then even if he followed his inconsistent practice and relied on the extremely rising concentration of spiritual energy in the Buzhou Mountains, there would be no problem in reaching the late stage of Qi training.
Maybe there is still a chance to break through to foundation building.
Even if there is no breakthrough in foundation building, there is still a limit of one hundred and fifty years old in the later stage of Qi training.
But as he returned to the mortal world, his immortal cultivation was unable to improve at all. Without spiritual nourishment, all the immortal cultivation in Zhuang Sheng had long since dissipated and dissipated into nothingness.
Even the deadline is only the Grandmaster's one hundred and twenty years old.
Without Gu Dan's invitation, Zhuang Sheng would probably have lived longer.
The danger he perceived at the beginning has not happened, at least not yet.
Zhuang Sheng reached his end first.
Although it is difficult for anyone to predict what will happen next, there is no doubt that if Zhuang Sheng had not followed him down Ningfang, Zhuang Sheng would still have at least several decades to live.
One more day to live is one more day to earn.
Even if something happens later, it will just be a day earned in vain.
Although the life here is quiet and peaceful, without so much intrigue and fighting between you and me, the price is that your longevity will not increase.
Whether it is worthwhile or not, Gu Dan cannot discuss it for Zhuang Sheng, so he asks this question.
"ha."
Zhuang Sheng laughed and said, "Birth, old age, illness, and death are all human processes. I have found the beauty of life and don't have the pain of old age or the disaster of illness. How can I escape the fate of death?"
He stood up, pointed at the wild geese in the sky, and said: "The morning bacteria do not know the full moon, and the scorpions do not see the spring and autumn; they scold the geese for drinking from the pool, and the wild geese kiss the sea. If you hear it and ask about it, there are countless living things."
Taking the power of heaven and earth to create one's own creation, in order to maximize lifespan. How much happiness can one achieve by maximizing lifespan?
In the south of Chu, there are those who are underworld, who consider five hundred years old as spring and five hundred years old as autumn; in ancient times, there were those who were called Dachun, who consider eight thousand years old as spring and eight thousand years old as autumn. This is also the new year. And Peng Zunai has heard about it for a long time now, and everyone is like him. Isn’t it sad? "
Zhuang Changchang smiled and said: "Small knowledge is not as good as great knowledge, and young years are not as good as big ones.
I heard that there is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. The Kun was so big that it was unknown how many thousands of miles away it was; when it turned into a bird, its name was Peng. I don't know how many thousands of miles the Peng has on its back; when it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging down from the sky. "Xie" says: "When Peng migrates to Nanming, the water hits him for three thousand miles, and it surges upward for ninety thousand miles, and then it rests for six months." 'Wild horses are like dust, and living things blow with their breath.
The sky is blue, is it righteous or evil? Is it so far away that it is extremely evil? It looks down upon it, and if so, that’s it. Moreover, if the accumulation of water is not thick, it will not be able to carry a large boat. Put a cup of water on the col hall, and the boat will be made of mustard; if you place the cup on top, it will be glued. The water is shallow and the boat is big. If the accumulation of wind is not thick, its large wings will be weak. Therefore, for ninety thousand miles, the wind will be down, and then it will be today's Peifeng; it will carry the blue sky on its back, and it will not be Yaolan, and then it will be today's general Tunnan. "
After a pause, Zhuang Sheng said again: "Everything has its time, and when it is counted, it will return. If you take advantage of the righteousness of the heaven and the earth, and control the debate of the six qi, if you want to swim infinitely, how can you be evil? Therefore, it is said: There is no perfect person. Ji, gods and men have no merit, and saints have no name.”
Everything has its own season and adapts to its changes.
He conforms to the nature of everything in the world, controls the changes of the six qi, and swims in infinite freedom. So, what else does he rely on?
Therefore, he said: The most highly cultivated people can let nature take its course and forget themselves; those who have cultivated themselves to the level of deification and unpredictable events have no intention of seeking merit; and saints with moral knowledge have no intention of seeking fame.
In short, he has no regrets.
I complimented myself by the way.
After another long moment of silence, Gu Dan slowly took off his hat and revealed his appearance.
It is no longer Kong Zhai's appearance, but the real appearance that belongs to Gu Dan.
After seeing that familiar, yet more handsome and elegant face, even Zhuang Sheng couldn't help but marvel.
The first time I met Gu Dan, when the Xia Dynasty had not yet established a country, he already had this look.
Now that so many years have passed, he has changed from a young man in his prime to a master at the end of his life. His face still does not show any signs of aging, like annual rings that no longer grow. over there.
Even the Grandmaster is just an insignificant period of time in the other person's life?
Zhuang Sheng asked: "Mr. Gu, won't you grow old?"
There was a brief silence.
Gu Dan said: "Yes. But it will probably take a long time."
"ah!"
Zhuang Sheng was amazed, with a look of regret in his eyes, "That's really sad."
Gu Dan looked straight at Zhuang Sheng.
He was indeed right.
The look of regret in Zhuang Sheng's eyes cannot be faked.
A person whose life span is approaching feels sorry for his immortality and eternal youth.
There was no hint of envy in her words.
"Man is born with a limit, and all things have their limits. A life span of a hundred years is called a lifetime. Old friends are difficult to survive. How many people can stay in fifty years? Relatives and friends have gone far away, and a hundred years later they will be covered with loess. Walking alone, How happy is it?
Mr. Gu is like a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, not knowing how thick it is; he turns into a bird, flies up ninety thousand miles, and swims across the four seas. "
At this point, Zhuang Sheng paused, "But the Kunpeng is hard to see, so how many mushrooms are there? One person can get the Kunpeng, but the mushrooms can be seen for thousands of generations. Isn't it a pain and a pity?"
Gu Dan: "."
He saw off many people, but Zhuang Sheng was definitely the first person to pity him.
As Zhuang Sheng said.
Kunpeng is hard to see, but how many mushrooms are there?
No matter how he soared ninety thousand miles up to the human world, he would eventually have to encounter Chao bacteria.
Small knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, small years are not as good as big ones.
Even if Kunpeng and Chaojun could get along regardless of any estrangement, they were not the same people.
Zhuang Sheng was the first person to see this, and he was also the first person who not only didn't care about himself before he died, but felt sorry for Gu Dan.
During this period of time, everyone is destined to be just a passer-by around Gu Dan, and they are destined not to be able to accompany him forever.
When Kunpeng spreads its wings, it can set off huge waves, ride the wind of heaven and earth, soar upwards, and peer into the sky and the earth.
But everything in the world can only remain in memory.
But everything in the world can only remain in memory.
It can be said that Zhuang Sheng is the person who can best perceive Gu Dan's own situation.
Because he doesn’t ask.
His state of mind has surpassed that of a human being. This is truly the person with the most powerful state of mind that Gu Dan has ever encountered.
He is free and easy, sees the world and enjoys himself. Nothing can limit him, and a long life is not something he can't avoid.
He accepted everything calmly, and before his death, he could even feel worried about Gu Dan.
For a moment, it seemed that it was not Gu Dan who was trying to comfort him, but him who was trying to comfort Gu Dan, and the roles were reversed.
But this topic is really too heavy.
It was so heavy that Gu Dan never mentioned it to anyone.
Because there is no solution to this matter.
Changsheng is a solitary traveler, how can he find friends all over the world?
He himself has been trying to find it, but unfortunately, he is still far from it.
Since I can't, I won't mention it.
Zhuang Sheng seemed to have seen Gu Dan's difficulties, and said: "If there is a gap between heaven and earth in life, it will happen suddenly."
As he spoke, the aura on his body began to gradually disappear.
No, it’s not disappearing, it’s dispersing into heaven and earth.
That is the "Transformation Method". It is a method that allows people who have suffered irreversible injuries to return to nature and regain their own liberation. The master can master it.
But Gu Dan has never seen anyone actually use it.
Zhuang Sheng did not have any injuries on his body.
At this time, he was using Taoism to transform himself, just to give himself back to the world that had nurtured him all his life.
So hurried, so natural, so casual.
On a sunny afternoon, I came to the village that has been under construction for nearly thirty years. I randomly picked a shade tree and saw everything I wanted to see, and used myself to welcome my own end.
"Is there any reluctance to leave like this?"
Gu Dan couldn't tell how he felt in his heart. He put the bamboo hat aside and asked slightly seriously.
If Zhuang Sheng had anything else to ask of him, such as Zhuang Sheng's child Zhuang Yun, he wouldn't mind taking the little one for a ride.
Just think of it as something he owes Zhuang Sheng.
"When the spring dries up and the fish are on the land, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."
Zhuang Sheng smiled.
His aura gradually became weaker, but his spirit became stronger and stronger.
That majestic spirit, before transforming into the Tao, will finally get rid of the cage of the body and welcome the vast world.
It was an unprecedented experience.
In Zhuang Sheng's body, there is a flow of Tao aggregates.
It was different from the sudden, rapid, and violent attack when Ji Lao hit the innate realm. Instead, it came gradually and quietly, yet seemed to have always been there, gentle, natural, and in tune with all things, just like Zhuang Sheng himself.
A hint of enlightenment arose in Gu's worry.
This is the way to sit and forget.
However, everyone's way of forgetting is different.
Ji Lao attacked the innate, and with the indestructible faith of jade and stone, he knocked on the door of the way of sitting and forgetting, so the way of sitting and forgetting became extremely fierce and swift, asking people to go straight into the avenue, peeling off themselves and not being able to find out.
Even he who was watching was forcibly pulled in.
But Zhuang Sheng is not.
He is free and easy and natural, so his way of sitting and forgetting is also the same.
It floats as if it is left behind in the world and independent, becoming immortal and ascending to immortality.
This is Zhuang Sheng's last dance. Before his death, his soul summoned heaven and earth and aligned with the great road!
The tangible limbs gradually dispersed, and the breath became weaker and weaker.
But the breath became more distant and longer, returning to the space between heaven and earth, like a wanderer returning to his mother's arms after being away from home for a long time.
Zhuang Sheng's face was full of peace and happiness.
His vision jumped out of the cage of the body and flew high towards the avenue!
The mountains and rivers are beneath him, the sun and the moon are side by side, the journey of a thousand miles is just a thought away, and the beauty of all things appears in his heart.
It was an incomparably beautiful experience, a feeling that would make one pursue it for a lifetime until death.
And he will also fit in.
He seemed to have turned into a butterfly in the avenue, flapping his invisible wings wantonly and swimming in the avenue.
Gradually, even 'I' is gradually forgotten, leaving only a butterfly of the great avenue, traveling between heaven and earth.
The so-called separation between life and death is nothing more than Zhuang Sheng's dream of a butterfly. Who can say that this is not a new life?
The old things gradually fade away, and the new things come to cover them.
Butterflies flutter their wings and scatter into the sky.
But, right now.
The butterfly's last show, what did he see?
An indescribable feeling of anger and rejection could not help but arise.
'anger? '
"Exclusion?"
When doubts filled his mind, the butterflies gradually dissipated, and Zhuang Sheng returned.
Gu Dan saw with his own eyes that Zhuang Zhou, who was about to disappear into heaven and earth, or to be more precise, his body had already disappeared into heaven and earth, reappeared.
No, not a recurrence.
Instead, the air currents surging between heaven and earth condensed into Zhuang Sheng's appearance.
He opened his mouth and said something, but no sound came out.
Fortunately, Gu Dan's eyesight was very good, and he had no problem even reading lips.
Zhuang Sheng said: Mr. Gu, look.
Immediately afterwards, Gu Dan felt that his mind was touched by an extremely gentle 'wind', as if it was going to take him somewhere.
Gu Dan didn't hesitate, and part of his spiritual thoughts followed Zhuang Sheng's lead and moved with the trend in an instant.
At this moment, consciousness is continuously stretched, and distance itself is no longer a problem.
Gu Dan's 'perspective' was constantly lifted and lifted by the gust of wind, and a vision beyond ordinary people's imagination was revealed in Gu Dan's eyes.
The world is so colorful and diverse.
But between heaven and earth, there is a place where extremely deep and decaying darkness resides, seeming to deprive heaven and earth of a piece.
The needless feeling of disgust and rejection also surged in his heart under Gu Dan's gaze.
After seeing that place clearly, an indescribable chill arose in my heart.
That place is Buzhou Mountains!
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