Lin Feng's situation was a real eye-opener, in the most bizarre way imaginable.
Daoist Zhang studied Lin Feng for quite some time, clicking his tongue in wonder.
He even clapped his hands in admiration.
An avenue he had never imagined.
So my [Taiyin Plain Body] can be cultivated like this, too.
Even I didn't know that.
Zhang Zhuoen generously gave Lin Feng his name. "You're Zhang Zhuoen. You're Zhang Zhuoen."
His utterly unbothered, openhearted manner startled Lin Feng.
Lin Feng: "..."
He couldn't help himself.
Lin Feng gave him a thumbs-up in admiration.
As for what exactly he admired...
He would leave Zhang Zhuoen to guess.
After considerable deliberation, Lin Feng finally asked, "Are you still alive?"
"You mean Zhang Zhuoen? He's already become an immortal," Zhang Zhuoen said indifferently. "Once someone's an immortal, what distinction is there between being alive and dead?"
"First, tell me what death means.
"Is it death when the flesh declines and the qi of the five organs fades, or when the soul goes out like a lamp and the corporeal spirit crumbles like ash?"
Lin Feng: "..."
I'm going to start swearing.
You're discussing philosophy with me now?
I just asked whether you're alive. Why are you telling me all this?
Lin Feng said, "The kind of death that first comes to mind when people talk about dying."
Hearing that, Zhang Zhuoen said unconcernedly, "I'm just the Written Spirit he left on the wooden plaque. How would I know whether he's dead?"
"He's probably living quite happily, though. His magical power was immense when he left me behind. Even if he were imprisoned and suppressed for centuries without food or drink, he would probably be fine. Besides, he has food and drink in the Heavenly Court. What a happy life."
Lin Feng said, "So