Chapter 133

The Supreme forgetting emotion is not being emotionless; the Dao seems emotionless but has emotion.

The love between men and women is originally ordinary; even for those who cultivate the Dao, it is difficult to avoid the custom. However, the Supreme has emotion, but can forget emotion.

Just like Zhang Fan, no matter how beautiful the past romance was, perhaps it was true at the time, but for him now, it is false. True or false, separation or reunion, there is no absolute, but he uses this to cultivate, suppressing that restless wild heart, inhibiting that flying consciousness, returning the soul, and borrowing the false to cultivate the true.

"Your breathing is chaotic."

In the pavilion, that slow and indifferent voice came again, lingering in the ears, piercing the human heart.

"I am a person from two worlds with him; there is no need to make a fuss because of a chance encounter," Xu Zhixia said lightly.

"Red dust, red dust... the more you ponder this word, the more flavor it has."

Just at this moment, the figure in the pavilion changed the subject and suddenly whispered.

"Life here is covered by six dusts, confused and unable to see the immortal gate!"

Living in the world, one must suffer the filth of the 【Six Dusts】, which the Daoist school calls the 【Six Thieves】.

The so-called 【Six Dusts】 are color, body, scent, taste, touch, and law.

From the moment a person is born, they will be polluted by the 【Six Dusts】 through the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, body, and mind. Gradually, the soul becomes silent, the consciousness becomes restless, and they spend their whole life trapped in it, unable to transcend.

In 【Journey to the West】, there is a chapter called "The Heart Monkey Returns to Righteousness, the Six Thieves Have No Trace," which says that Sun Wukong had just been released from the Five Elements Mountain by Tang Sanzang. On the road to the west, he met six hairy thieves who claimed to be the mountain masters of many years, but they wanted the ancestral king Sun Wukong to leave road money, and as a result, they were killed by Sun Wukong with one stick.

These six hairy thieves are called: Eye sees joy, ear hears anger, nose smells love, tongue tastes thought, opinion desires, body is originally worried.

This is actually a metaphor. These six hairy thieves represent the 【Six Dusts】. If the six dusts are not clean, the six desires will be born, the consciousness will be restless, and one will be further away from the Dao.

Only when the Heart Monkey destroys the six dusts can one obtain the true scriptures and see the true Buddha.

Therefore, the word "red dust" is used well. People are born stained by dust. If one wants to seek the Dao, one must remove the six dusts.

"People are confused by the six dusts and do not know their true nature."

At this point, a gloomy wind blew, swaying the light gauze curtains, accompanied by the crisp and pleasant sound of bells.

"Zhixia, true love or old feelings, it's just red dust covering the heart. If you borrow it to practice, it doesn't matter."

As the words fell, the figure in the pavilion slowly got up and opened the incense burner placed on the table in front of him.

"Ah ah ah..."

Suddenly, bursts of painful roars came from the incense burner, as if from the depths of purgatory, revealing bone-deep madness.

Xu Zhixia furrowed her delicate brows, looking coldly.

In the pavilion, an arm reached out, wearing a golden bell on the wrist. Long fingers reached into the incense burner, and with a light pinch of two fingers, a soul was actually taken out.

"The six dusts are poison and also medicine..."

The faint words fell lightly, and the long fingers rubbed slowly, and the soul struggling in pain turned into powder and dust.

At the same time, the strange figure in the pavilion leaned forward halfway, greedily inhaling the scattered dust into his nose.

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhixia could no longer stand it.

"I'll say it again, he is just an ordinary person and cannot appear in my world again. If you still think there is a problem, do as you please."

As the words fell, Xu Zhixia didn't look back, turned and walked away, leaving the quiet back garden.

"Ordinary person!?"

In the pavilion, the golden bell swayed gently, making a pleasant sound. The strange figure watched Xu Zhixia's retreating figure and slowly looked up. The dust just inhaled seemed to have worked, making him make a joyful sound.

"That is Zhang Lingzong's son, the evil seed left behind by Li Linglong."

In the pavilion, the strange figure trembled slightly. The six dusts entered the body, bizarre and colorful, like poison eating the heart, and like a whetstone grinding a mirror.

Quanzhen Qiu Zu said it well that year: "Know that the guest of smoke and clouds outside things is not the mirror-grinding person in the dust."

Those who achieve the Dao transcend outside things, the bright mirror reflects the true nature, and they are not in the red dust.

If one wants to become an immortal, one must use the six dusts to grind the mirror until one sees the true nature.

"Who would have thought... he is actually Zhang Lingzong's son, the anomaly that didn't die under Long Hu Mountain that year."

"A breakup actually made him enter the love pass and break through to re-cultivate..."

"Tsk tsk... is this fate!?"

In the pavilion, the strange figure covered his face and let out a crazy laugh.

Hum...

Just at this moment, the lid of the incense burner was lifted again, and souls jumped out from it, flying and colliding, making "yi-ya" sounds, as if trying to escape this pavilion.

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, the strange figure's laughter became even crazier, like beating drums, deafening.

The next moment, those souls turned into dust one after another amidst fearful screams.

Immediately, the scattered dust filled the entire pavilion. The strange figure raised his head, his nose trembling, and with a fierce inhalation, he inhaled all the dust in the air into his body.

"So refreshing!"

The strange figure trembled all over, his pores seemed to be all open. He rolled his eyes, feeling unprecedented comfort, and countless light and shadows jumped before his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have become an immortal.

"Zhang Fan... Zhang Fan..."

The murmurs were like whispers in a dream, coming from the pavilion, and with the gradually calming emotions, they scattered into the vast dark night.

Ten o'clock at night.

Hongfu Garden.

When Zhang Fan was about to reach the entrance of the complex, there was no one on the road. After all, it was an old complex, and the elderly went to bed early and got up early.

"Dad's dad is a demon, dad's mom is a demon, mom's dad..."

Just at this moment, a pleasant mobile phone ringtone rang out, breaking the silence on the cold street.

Zhang Fan took out his phone and looked; the caller ID was Li Yishan.

"Hello."

"Old Zhang, you're doing well now, do you have a woman?"

Li Yishan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean? Why ask that?"

"What men fear most is having nothing to do during the day and nothing to do at night. I can't find you day or night now. You're either busy with bird things, or the bird is busy with things..." Li Yishan analyzed seriously.

"..."

"Is it that colleague of yours named Jiang Lai?"

"Do you have anything to do or not?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and asked.

"Yes, yes, about what I told you this morning, what do you think?"

"What do I think about what?" Zhang Fan was confused.

"Xu Zhixia... she's back in Yujing City. I don't believe you're not moved at all," Li Yishan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Now is the time to continue the previous relationship. You also know that her family's conditions are quite good..."

"If you meet a rich woman, grasp it, and move into a big villa overnight... how many years of struggle will you save."

Li Yishan was extremely enthusiastic about considering Zhang Fan's future happy life.

Compared to Zhang Fan's single-parent family, where his old man was a laborer on construction sites all year round, Xu Zhixia's family background was much better.

During college, even Zhang Fan's phone, which was used until the card slot broke, was finally replaced with money from Xu Zhixia.

Now, the beauty has returned to the old place, so naturally, one can think about continuing the previous relationship.

"I saw her today."

Zhang Fan was silent for a moment before replying. "You saw her?" Li Yishan was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Where? Are you at a hotel now?"

"Get lost!" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and said lightly: "She was sitting in a man's car, and it was a luxury car, estimated to be worth more than two million..."

As soon as these words came out, Li Yishan was silent.

"It's okay... a great man doesn't have to worry about not having a wife. Three-legged toads are hard to find, two-legged..."

"Alright, I'm fine," Zhang Fan said lightly.

"It's all in the past, I'm doing quite well now."

Zhang Fan was telling the truth. Before True Martial Mountain, if he had encountered this today, he might not have been able to accept it, but now...

After chatting with Li Yishan for a few words, Zhang Fan hung up the phone.

Whew...

The night was deep, a cool wind blew, stirring up the dust on the street.

Zhang Fan stood at the entrance of Hongfu Garden, feeling a bit dazed.

He didn't know what was wrong today; although it was late, he just didn't want to go home. After all, even if he went back, he wouldn't be able to sleep.

"Let's have some late-night snacks."

Zhang Fan took out his phone, thinking of calling Li Yishan out, but after checking the time, he decided against it.

He turned into the street corner and wandered around nearby, looking for food.

Originally, Lao Jiu Barbecue Workshop was a good choice, but eating barbecue alone in the middle of the night seemed somewhat lonely.

"Tofu brain... tofu brain... fresh and delicious tofu brain..."

Just at this moment, a crisp and loud peddling sound came from afar. Beside the cold street, a stall was set up, with white tofu in a large pot.

"When I was a child..."

Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed. He vaguely remembered that when they still lived in the old house, his mom often took him to eat tofu brain—white tofu, drizzled with sesame oil and soy sauce, sprinkled with shredded pickles and shrimp skin, and then garnished with green onions...

A bowl of tofu brain only cost one yuan, fresh and delicious.

"Mom, I don't want to eat tofu brain, I want to eat a big meat bun."

"I think you look like a big meat bun!"

This was one of the few memories Zhang Fan had of his mom.

In the evening, at a roadside stall, his young mom was beautiful and moving. She tied up her long hair, eating her favorite tofu brain, completely ignoring little Zhang Fan's dissatisfied mood.

"Why can they eat big meat buns, and I can only eat tofu brain?" Little Zhang Fan pouted, pointing to the curb not far away.

There sat three children of his age, each holding a bun, eating with relish.

"Fanfan be good, if you want to eat a big meat bun, you can use your tofu brain to trade with them."

In his memory, his mom pinched little Zhang Fan's face hard and gave a suggestion kindly.

Little Zhang Fan held the tofu brain he hadn't touched yet with his chubby hands and walked to the three children, proposing a trade.

Eating soy products often is good for the body and can promote bone growth; on the contrary, big meat buns are greasy and meaty, and eating too much causes indigestion.

Little Zhang Fan tried hard to explain that this trade was a sure win for the other party.

But the three children didn't seem interested, just lowering their heads and gnawing on the buns in their hands.

"Little friend, who are you talking to yourself about in the air?"

Just at this moment, the tofu stall owner walked over, looking at little Zhang Fan with a strange expression, and then looked at the empty curb in front of him.

At this time, little Zhang Fan's small hands holding the tofu brain trembled slightly, tears already flickering in his eyes. Looking back, his mom was already laughing until she was shaking.

"Mom..."

Although Zhang Fan's memory was already blurred, the bits and pieces he could remember had a different kind of warmth and preciousness.

"Boss, one bowl of tofu brain."

Zhang Fan walked over. The small stall only had one seat, and most people took it away.

"Sweet or salty?" The boss didn't look up and asked.

Obviously, this tofu brain stall catered to all kinds of tastes.

"Salty."

Zhang Fan curled his lips; he only ate salty tofu brain.

After greeting, he took out his phone and flipped through it at will.

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up. He suddenly discovered that the boss had posted a Moments update. In the photo, under the ambiguous light, two crystal wine glasses collided together, and the caption was: Wise men don't fall into the river of love, unless they meet a rich woman.

"I didn't expect the boss to be this kind of person..." Zhang Fan's gossiping heart burned fiercely. Just as he was about to comment, he discovered that the Moments update had been deleted in a flash.

The next moment, the boss posted a new Moments update, with only a simple sentence.

"Old friends reunited, a little joke, not me."

Seeing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile knowingly and commented below: Already screenshotted!!!

Whoosh...

Just after he finished commenting, the boss's message came over.

"Where are you?"

"Eating tofu brain," Zhang Fan replied.

"Do you want to go to the White Crane Temple in Shangjing to broaden your horizons?"

Just at this moment, the boss's message came over again.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan's brows lifted, his gaze narrowing into a line. He didn't know why Bai Buran suddenly asked this.

"Excuse me... is anyone sitting here?"

Just at this moment, a slow voice rang out, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a man standing in front of him, about thirty years old, with fair skin, combed hair, and a quite handsome appearance. His right wrist was wearing a golden bell, which shook gently, making a pleasant sound that echoed on the cold street.

"No one." Zhang Fan shook his head.

After all, it was a roadside stall, and sharing a table with strangers was normal, not to mention this small stall only had one table.

"Boss, one bowl of sweet tofu brain," the man waved his hand, and the bell in his hand rang again.

Just at this moment, the boss happened to bring Zhang Fan's tofu brain.

"You like eating salty tofu brain?" The man looked at Zhang Fan's bowl and asked very familiarly.

"Hmm!" Zhang Fan gave a light grunt, dealing with him casually.

"Taste dust stains the tongue root, it's hard to extricate oneself from meditation," the man whispered in a focused voice.

"Hmm!?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan couldn't help but put down the spoon in his hand. This sentence had quite a bit of Daoist machine. People's tastes are hard to change because the tongue root is covered by taste dust, sticking to the old ways and unable to be liberated.

This is a major taboo in cultivation.

"Do we know each other?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Meeting is fate. We didn't know each other before, but now we do." The man's mouth curled slightly, revealing a kind smile, and the bell in his hand rang again.

"My humble self is surnamed Han, Han Diyuan!"

As he spoke, the man stretched out his right hand with the bell, signaling a handshake, and added politely.

"Xu Dog, Han Diyuan!"

(End of chapter)