While Wang Orion was chatting about home affairs, Luo Nian'an bit his lip, raised his little face, and asked Luo Chuan seriously, "Dad, is there really a Daoist immortal in the world?"
"My friends in the village all want to become immortals and develop powerful abilities. My child also yearns for it. I also want to embark on the path of immortality and develop powerful abilities."
The sudden words caused a pause in the chatter in the courtyard. Wang Orion was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then looked at the child with a smile, without interrupting, and quietly listened to the conversation between the father and son.
Luo Chuan's gaze fell on the longing face of the young man in front of him, and he could clearly see the burning yearning and expectation in the child's eyes. Those clear eyes were full of infinite desire for extraordinary power and a free life.
His expression was still calm and indifferent. He did not immediately agree to the boy's wish, nor did he interrupt the child's thoughts with a sharp scolding. He just shook his head gently, his tone was calm and steady, and he said slowly word by word:
"The legends of immortals are illusory, and it is difficult to determine whether they are true or false. The road to cultivating immortals is even more dangerous and full of endless thorns and bumps. It is not as carefree as children imagine."
Luo Nian'an frowned slightly and asked with a puzzled face, "But everyone in the village said that immortals have supreme magical powers, can transcend the world, stay away from pain and suffering, and have a long life."
"Isn't it good to have such a strong ability? The child also wants to practice the skills and protect his father when he becomes stronger."
In the young man's simple understanding, strength is equal to protection and glory.
Cultivation of immortality is the only way to become powerful. He really can't understand why his father has always lacked interest in it and even vaguely resists his contact with cultivating immortality.
Luo Chuan picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. The tea was clear and sweet, soothing the slight waves in my heart.
Looking at the child in front of him who is new to the world and full of enthusiasm for the immortal way, his gaze Youyuan seems to have seen the nine heavens through the small courtyard, the vicissitudes of the road, and has witnessed countless fights and disputes, love and hate, and death on the road to immortality.
In the past, he traveled across all the heavens and worlds, traveled through the ages, overlooked the common people from the top of the mountain, and comprehended the supreme principles of the Great Dao.
I have seen countless prodigies and prodigies fight to death for their obsession with cultivating immortals. Countless monks have spent their entire lives chasing immortality, but in the end they could not escape death and turned into a handful of loess.
The fairy road seems to be beautiful and beautiful, but in fact it is heart-breaking at every step, abandoning mundane family ties, abandoning the peace of the world, and living in killing, calculating, and fighting all day long, and there will never be a day of true peace.
Looking back at the mundane fireworks like Falling Flower Village now, the sun rises and sets, family members are with each other, neighbors are harmonious, and the most rare stability and happiness are hidden in the ordinary and trivial matters.
This time I deliberately fell into the mortal world and practiced for a hundred years in order to see through the illusion of the immortal way, calmly understand the various conditions of the world, and perfect my own Daoist heart in the mundane world.
He has long looked down on the glory of cultivating immortals in his heart, and naturally he does not want the child he takes good care of to step into the endless disputes on the mortal road of immortality.
"Strong power may not bring real stability."
Luo Chuan put down the tea cup and looked at Luo Nian'an solemnly, with real expectations in his words.
"Compared with the illusory, dangerous and unpredictable road of cultivating immortals, it is far more important to calm down, read and practice calligraphy, understand the truth clearly, cultivate one's moral character, and walk the path of earthly life in a down-to-earth manner. This is far more important than the pursuit of magical powers."
These words did not dispel the obsession in Luo Nian'an's heart. The boy was still young and his vision was limited to mountain village legends. He only saw the glorious side of the immortal and could not see the cruel suffering behind it.
Luo Nian'an's face was confused and confused, his little head was full of questions, and he couldn't help but continue to ask:
"Why is reading and practicing calligraphy more important than cultivating immortality? With strong power, you can travel all over the world without fear of wind and rain dangers. Isn't it better than being trapped in books?"
Luo Nian'an's continuous questions were simple and straightforward, revealing all the doubts in his heart.
Luo Chuan looked at Luo Nian'an's stubborn and unwilling look and did not explain in any words.
The understanding of the great road accumulated over the ages, the state of mind and vision gained through fighting in the world, and the true meaning of life realized through vicissitudes of life. The gap between these realms and cognition is like a chasm.
Young and ignorant children, who have not yet experienced the ups and downs of the world, have never experienced the pain of separation, cannot understand this sentiment of looking down on the immortality and preferring the mortal world.
No matter how many words are said, it will only make the young man feel more conflicted.
Some truths can only be understood through personal experience over time and through a long journey of life.
Luo Chuan calmly withdrew his gaze, no longer arguing with the child's ideas, but firmly guarding his own thoughts. "Now you just need to calm down and study with peace of mind, and stick to your heart. There is no need to think too much about cultivating immortals for the time being."
Wang Orion, who was sitting aside, watched the conversation between father and son and roughly understood the reason. He smiled and smoothed things over:
"Children are all like this. When they hear about the magical powers of immortals, they will yearn for it. When they grow up and see more things, they will naturally calm down. Luo Chuan brother has a profound mind, so such teachings must be reasonable."
Luo Chuan nodded slightly and responded softly.
Luo Nian'an Seeing that his father's attitude was firm and he had no intention of relenting, his expectations gradually sank.
I still couldn't agree with this statement in my heart, but I didn't dare to argue any more. I could only silently bury the burning thoughts of cultivating immortality deep in my heart.
The morning light shines on the small courtyard, and the atmosphere inside the courtyard becomes quiet.
Orion Wang and Luo Chuan continued to chat about trivial matters in the mountain village and interesting things in the mountains and fields, and their words were gentle and leisurely.
Luo Nian'an walked to the corner of the courtyard alone, sat on the bluestone steps, held his cheek and looked at the rolling green mountains in the distance.
The green mountains and forests stretch as far as the eye can see, and the clouds and mist wrap around the mountainside, misty and hazy. In the eyes of the young man, it seems that the legendary immortals are hiding deep in the clouds and mist, containing endless mysterious power.
He still couldn't let go. He always felt that his father was too conservative and stable, and he gave up the opportunity to become extraordinary.
He obviously longs to escape from his ordinary fate, wants to have the strength to be superior to others, wants to get out of this small Falling Flower Village, and see the vast world outside, but his father, who is closest to him, blocks him time and time again from touching the path of cultivating immortality.
In my little heart, doubts, unwillingness, and longing are intertwined.
He secretly set up a small ambition in his heart. Even if his father disapproved of his cultivation of immortality, he would not give up this obsession easily.
From then on, while following his father's instructions to read and practice calligraphy, he secretly paid attention to the rumors of immortality circulating in the village and quietly explored ways to get started in immortality.
One day, I have to prove to everyone that I can embark on the path to immortality even with a weak body, that I can achieve greatness even if I am from an ordinary background, and that I will not be limited to the trivial matters of the world all my life.