"The past cannot be pursued, all obsessions are filth... these four lines are worthy of serving as the maxims of this place of reincarnation."
"But... magic treasures, immortal pills, or wine..."
Si Chen sat in his rocking chair, seemingly giving serious thought to Luo Hongyi's proposal.
After a moment, he shook his head.
"None of those will do."
Luo Hongyi paused slightly, then humbly asked, "Please enlighten me, Dao Brother."
Si Chen explained softly, "Since you have made a grand vow to build a place of reincarnation for countless trillions of living beings, you cannot view it through the lens of an ordinary sect."
"In a place of reincarnation, equality must come first."
"Whether an Immortal Emperor who lorded over all in life or a beggar wandering the streets, once they enter the land of reincarnation, they can have only one identity... a departed soul."
Si Chen lifted his teacup and said unhurriedly, "Magic treasures are inherently prone to developing artifact spirits."
"In a place as important as this, once an artifact spirit develops selfish desires, likes, and dislikes, it falls into the lower vehicle."
"Immortal pills are no good either."
"Pills are things cultivators use to seize the creative power of heaven and earth, forcibly defying heaven and changing their fate."
"They inherently carry a sense of 'contending with heaven and resisting fate.' Wouldn't that send you racing in the opposite direction from your original intention of 'letting go of obsession'?"
"Reincarnation needs water to flow naturally into its channel, not another round of forcing things."
Luo Hongyi nodded repeatedly, as though enlightenment had been poured over her head. "You are absolutely right, Dao Brother. I have learned much."
"...What about wine, then?"
Luo Hongyi looked thoughtful. "Mortals often say that one drunken night dissolves a thousand sorrows."
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