Chapter 497 Under the blue sky, he is a "silly child" in the world.
Looking at his apprentice's frightened eyes, Wu Shisan smiled with relief, "When I was young, I had a good memory. Whenever I felt homesick, being there was like returning home."
The old man's voice became a little erratic.
"But as I get older, my memory becomes blurry. Whenever I feel homesick, I feel even further away."
"But..."
"Fortunately, I finally returned to this land..."
"That's pretty much it..."
"The fallen leaves return to their roots."
Speaking of which.
Wu Shisan lowered his head indifferently and looked at Chang'an City, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
He just looked at the criss-crossing streets of Chang'an City and the people crying in the ruins.
Look at this world of dust and fireworks.
In a trance.
Time seems to go back more than a thousand years.
Those were the old years of the Han Dynasty.
There is no fairyland, no Tower-Ascending Realm True Person.
There is only a dark alley that smells of powder and sour water.
There is a fatherless bastard there.
There is also a kiln girl who will spread her legs for a few copper coins.
That woman was not good-looking and had a bloated figure. She was also the lowest-ranked person in that tiled house.
Every day, for a few coins, I have to put on a smile, let a man smell of alcohol, endure the beatings and scoldings of the madam, and the supercilious look of the turtle.
The child is sensible from a young age and knows that he is a bastard born from a woman.
But the woman protected him.
If there was anything delicious, I couldn't bear to eat it, so I stuffed it all into his mouth.
"Eat more. When you grow up, you can take the first prize and earn a royal title for your mother."
Women always say this, with their faces painted with inferior rouge smiling like a chrysanthemum that has failed to bloom.
Later.
Something went wrong.
That winter solstice, the snow was as heavy as a mat.
In order to buy a new cotton-padded jacket for her child, a woman stood on the street soliciting customers in the cold weather.
Met a drunk rich man.
The young master thought she was ugly or dirty, so he raised his hand and slapped her in the face.
The woman didn't know where she had the strength to pull on the young man's sleeve, insisting on asking for an explanation.
result.
No explanation was given.
He was begged for a severe beating.
Dozens of servants, armed with sticks, surrounded the woman and beat her.
Mr. Turtle, Madam, and even the so-called good sisters stepped on him a few times in order to please the young man.
The child was standing outside the crowd.
Watching helplessly.
He looked at the woman who usually washed and cooked for him and sang music to him to sleep. She was beaten to a bloody pulp and was dying.
He wanted to rush in.
But he didn't dare.
He is afraid of death.
Until the crowd dispersed.
The woman was lying in the snow, and her blood dyed the snow red.
The child crawled over, hugged her and cried.
The woman struggled to open her eyes and touched the child's face tremblingly with her frostbitten hand.
"Mom knows... you look down on mom..."
"Mom, you are embarrassed..."
"Next life..."
"In the next life... I will only be your mother... not a prostitute..."
that night.
The rich man's mansion was in flames.
He didn't know how he did it... even the guard dog was chopped into pieces by him.
Later.
He is on the run, like Stray Dog.
Until I met a girl.
That's a very good girl. She doesn't mind that he's dirty or that he's a murderer.
The girl said she wanted to spend a happy birthday with him.
He wanted to too.
But God always seems to like to play tricks on the poor.
The girl is sick.
In order to get medicine for the girl, he went to work as a death soldier for a wealthy family and fought with others to death.
When he was covered in injuries and ran back with the medicine he had bought.
The girl was already cold and her body was hard.
Just a little bit different.
Just a little bit different!
He held the girl's body and sat in the rain for three days and three nights.
I cried to death of my tears, and also cried to death of my ordinary heart.
Later.
By chance.
He was spotted by the ancestor of Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven and brought back to the mountain.
The ancestor said that he is Root Bone Qingqi and is a natural seed for spiritual cultivation.
As long as you need to cut off the worldly ties, you can achieve the great truth and live forever.
The senior brothers also advised him.
"Junior brother, the world of mortals is bitter. The past is like smoke, just forget it."
"We cultivators seek transcendence, and those mundane love concerns are nothing but stumbling blocks on the road to cultivation."
He practiced Daoism very quickly.
It was so fast that everyone was shocked.
String-Hearing Realm, Bone Resonance Realm, Ink-Dotting, Lotus-Planting, Mountain-Viewing...
Others took decades or even hundreds of years to cross the hurdle, but he just crossed it as if drinking water.
But whenever it is quiet at night.
Close your eyes.
It's all that dazzling red snow.
It's all about the woman's eyes before she died.
Reminds me of the saying "Don't be a prostitute".
Cultivate the Tao.
In the end, what will you achieve through cultivation?
He doesn't know...
Really don't know...
Later.
He gave himself a Daoist nickname.
Called Wu Shisan.
Why is it called Wu Shisan?
He counted them with his fingers.
No name, no surname.
No father, no mother.
No brother, no younger brother.
No sister, no sister.
No children, no daughters.
No wife, no friends.
All the cares and ties in this world were completely broken by him.
Finally there is one left.
That's it - invincible.
How majestic does it sound?
How domineering?
But who knows.
Behind the word invincible.
How lonely it is.
Until Tower-Ascending Realm... standing in the high clouds, overlooking all the living beings at my feet, I finally understood.
What is long-term vision?
What does it mean to become an immortal?
Bullshit!
It's all bullshit!
Be it a monk or a mortal.
Take off that layer of skin.
Isn't it filled with that fleshy heart?
As long as we are human... we cannot escape birth, old age, sickness and death, love, hate and separation.
Tears flashed in his cloudy old eyes.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the towering Taiyuan Demon Emperor.
"Do you know why Pindao dares to claim to be invincible?"
Taiyuan Demon Emperor frowned slightly, and the tiger claws that fell down became extremely sluggish under the pull of this inexplicable energy.
Looking at the dying old Daoist priest below.
There was actually a sense of uneasiness in my heart.
Taiyuan Demon Emperor snorted coldly, Demon Power surged crazily in his body. "Pretend to be a god! Come to hell for me!!!"
Wu Shisan slowly raised his hands.
Spiritual Qi was not used, and there was no spell Divine Ability.
Only countless sadness spread from the palm of my hand.
"This trick has taken this poor man his entire life."
"But it wasn't until I was a thousand years old that I figured it out..."
When you want to fulfill your filial piety, do not wait for your relatives.
When you want to love someone, they are no longer the same person.
When I want to look back, I am already old.
Thousands of years of busyness and thousands of years of practice.
In the end, looking back... there are so many threads and complexities.
Under the blue sky is the human world.
In the final analysis, things in this world are just three words.
"It's too late..."
Yes.
Too late.
In this life, nothing is too late.
It was too late to save my mother.
It was too late to save the girl.
Today...
Is it too late to save my homeland...
"It's too late to fuck!"
Wu Shisan Take one step.
This step.
He is no longer the bastard who just hides in the corner and cries.
No longer the prodigal son who was helpless holding a corpse.
He is no longer the aloof Xuanzhen True Person.
The cloudy old eyes burst into unprecedented light at this moment.
Boom--!!!
The entire Chang'an City, and even the entire Great Tang sky, changed color instantly.
It is no longer the blue sky and white clouds, nor is it the dense Yao Qi.
But a painting.
There is life, old age, illness and death in the painting.
There is love and hate and parting.
There were prostitutes beaten to death in the heavy snow.
There was the girl who died of illness.
There are thousands of regrets in this world that are too late.
"What is this?!"
Taiyuan Demon Emperor's complexion changed drastically and he was about to leave the place.
But he turned his head and met a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.
The girl's figure is not tall and looks like an ordinary person.
But everyone present suddenly breathed a sigh of relief...
Wu Shisan stared blankly ahead, but saw the girl suddenly looking towards him and waving her hand. "You are so old... why are you trying so hard? Just stay here."