Zhang Huaiyi has always felt that the intersection should be the place that best reflects the various aspects of life in Shangcheng. Tens of millions of people flow crisscross every day. The sounds of horns, phone calls, noises, and laughter are mixed together, giving a glimpse of millions of people. Life. Mothers, office workers, rich men, beggars, no matter how high or low they are, can all gather together for a short time at a red light.
He still remembers that for his graduation project in college, he set up a camera at this intersection and captured the changes in the intersection for a month to reflect the harshness of the world.
He has a very deep feeling for this intersection.
But now, this familiar intersection was so unfamiliar that he was at a loss.
There are fewer pancakes and fruit stalls, fewer dirty decoration workers, fewer beggars, and fewer buskers.
There are more handsome guys and beauties one after another. They have fair skin, excellent muscle lines, confident smiles on their faces, and their extraordinary temperament is difficult to conceal. They take standard steps and stand tall. Exuding a unique free temperament, smiling at each other in every move, and casting contemptuous glances at those who still maintain mediocrity.
The world seems to be getting better.
But it was unreal. It was like a scene shot in a movie. Walking by, it was revealed that they were carefully selected extras.
This also stems from the recent increasing influence of the Dao Xian Jing. Under the "non-intervention" policy of the Shang Party, the Dao Xian Jing has sprouted up everywhere, perhaps through the Internet, or perhaps through words and deeds. More and more people know that " "Tao Xian Sutra", you know the role of cultivation.
There is quite a tacit understanding, just waiting to pierce the thin layer of window paper.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Zhang Huaiyi didn’t know.
He remembered again what the mother said when he went to Sun Che's home that afternoon.
"He's not my son at all."
The woman tugged on her red sleeves, clutched her braided clothes, and said this sentence clearly word by word in non-standard Mandarin.
Zhang Huaiyi asked her at that time why she said that.
But the next moment, the mother had a blank look on her face and hesitated for a long time. She just said that her son was different. His eyes, heartbeat, breathing, and feeling were different from before.
Zhang Huaiyi didn't understand. He thought his mother meant that his son had changed a lot and was no longer the son in her mind. This was not surprising. What Shangcheng was best at was changing a person. This was far beyond what a country peasant woman could do. way to understand things.
Zhang Huaiyi was about to leave at that time, but his mother grabbed his clothes in a panic, leaned into his ear and said:
"I couldn't tell whether you were still yourself before, but now I am sure that you are still you."
"Never cultivate to immortality. My son and husband will no longer be themselves after becoming immortals, so we must not cultivate to immortality."
Please do not.
Zhang Huaiyi shook his head. He didn't want to believe it at the time because it had no basis for reference.
But as time went by, his own "feelings" began to become sensitive and suspicious.
It wasn't until he stood at this crossroads and was struck by this strong feeling on his face that Zhang Huaiyi belatedly materialized this feeling.
They don't feel like themselves anymore.
After abandoning the former self and embarking on the path of evolution and ideological change, are people still their original selves?
The green light turned on and people came and went. Zhang Huaiyi raised his legs and walked towards the upper city.
Does Daoxian have any side effects?
Zhang Huaiyi has been thinking about this issue for the past few days, and began to do his best to observe whether the physical condition of the cultivator is really as perfect as described in the Taoist Sutra.
The results of the observation made him a little worried.
He originally thought that what the mother said was wrong, but what she said was not wrong, she was just exaggerating.
People who practice the Taoist Sutra will not only suffer from the pain of cultivation, but also change their personality characteristics. At the least, they will abandon public order and good customs, and have a bad temper and irritable personality. At worst, they will become terrorists, completely different from their original selves.
Perhaps, this is what Sun Che's mother meant when she said, "He is not my son."
Zhang Huaiyi immediately wrote a report and submitted it to the city mayor, hoping to stop this trend of blindly practicing the Taoist Immortal Sutra. The evolution of human beings is not laid out by the so-called Taoist Immortal Sutra, but is achieved bit by bit by humans themselves. .
Zhang Huaiyi reported the report worriedly, but the report was like sinking, with no news.
At this point, Zhang Huaiyi simply went to the upper city by himself and had a good chat with the city mayor about Taoist immortals.
...
The administrative building in the upper city.
As soon as Zhang Huaiyi walked into the government building, he felt that it was different from before. The smell of incense was looming in the government building, and the faint sound of Sanskrit came from the headphones.
At a glance, many people have fairer skin, and their faces are red, either pious or struggling.
"Xiao Zhang, why are you here?"
Zhang Huaiyi raised his head and happened to see Bureau Liu holding a hot water bottle, standing at the elevator door and smiling at him.
"I'm looking for Mayor Zhao."
"Director Liu, you've been running towards the police station for the past three days instead of staying at your own police station. Are you going to be promoted again?"
Zhang Huaiyi smiled and joked, this was originally a greeting to each other, but what Director Liu said next was unexpected:
"Xiao Zhang, who is still worried about that little bit of position now? This is an era of evolution, and the future life... is uncertain."
"I see that you still have the body of an ordinary person. Maybe it's time for you to put important events in your life on the agenda."
Director Liu seemed to be joking, but in front of these old fools, the truth was mixed with lies.
Director Liu reached the floor and went out, leaving Zhang Huaiyi standing alone on the elevator, thinking about what he said.
He could understand it, but he couldn't understand it.
Could it be that... Bureau Liu doesn't care about Gao Sheng anymore?
why?
With Zhang Huaiyi thinking, Mayor Zhao's office also arrived.
The elevator opened, Zhang Huaiyi walked in, looked at Mayor Zhao, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Right now, Mayor Zhao still looks the same as before, with no traces of cultivation. It's just that he is worried at the moment and no longer has the kind smile of the past.
"City Chief Zhao, morning."
"Xiao Zhang, why are you here?"
Mayor Zhao was a little surprised. He stood up and looked at Zhang Huaiyi. His first reaction was to judge whether Zhang Huaiyi had cultivated immortality.
"City Chief Zhao, you are here this time for the report I uploaded yesterday."
"I believe you have also discovered that the practice of Taoist Immortals is becoming more and more popular. But according to my observation, Taoist Immortal cultivation is not without all its benefits and disadvantages."
"You don't want to hear what I said in the report, but I have to say it even if I am criticized by you in person."
Zhang Huaiyi said this with a sonorous tone. He was determined to convince Mayor Zhao, no matter what punishment he received.
But Mayor Zhao still looked confused. He looked at Zhang Huaiyi's face, interrupted and said:
"Xiao Zhang, what report are you talking about?"
"It's the report about Dao Immortal that I wrote yesterday and submitted to your system through the mailer."
Mayor Zhao shook his head, looked at Zhang Huaiyi with disbelief, and said naa:
"But......"
"I did not receive that report yesterday."
