Chapter 153

Since that secret talk between the three on Five Mansion Mountain, Cheng Xinzhan indeed did not worry about this matter again.

In fact, he could not worry about it either.

He was just very emotional; there is the overbearing Emei in the west, the sinister schemes of Longhu in the east, and the sudden rise of the Blood Demon army in the north. What has happened to this world?

Is this world about to be in chaos?

And thinking about these three things carefully, Longhu is laying out a layout, the Blood Demon is lurking, and looking at it recently, Emei is still a greater threat, and compared to a few years ago, it seems there is no influence.

However, no matter which one it is, it is not something a small fry like him can influence. At present, elevating his realm is the first priority. No matter what, only after forming a Golden Core can one's words be heard and one's actions be seen.

The secret investigation mentioned by the Sect Master was indeed a secret investigation. He did not discover any major movements in the mountain, but although he did not know about those of high realms, Fang Weimin, whom he was familiar with, went into seclusion not long after returning to the mountain.

The Sect Master's decree was for him not to leave the mountain; in fact, he himself thought so too. He had gone to Longhu Mountain just after breaking through the first realm, and there were still many things he had not had time to comprehend carefully.

After the secret talk, he specifically went to Danxia Mountain to pay a visit to Mountain Master Ren, saying he wanted to give himself some time to slow down, consolidate the first realm, and comprehend the five elements.

Ren Wushi readily agreed, saying that alchemy is the most impatient thing, and Cheng Xinzhan's temperament is very good.

He went to Shuji Mountain, Toujian Mountain, and Bai Hu Mountain one after another, all with the same set of words: he had learned too much in the past few years and should calm his heart and sort it out.

Every mountain agreed without exception.

To tell the truth, since he started practicing, he had never really calmed down to think. Even with the bamboo body, one was busy running between various mountain peaks to learn methods, and one was busy eating Qi in the cave.

During the two years of traveling in the north, he felt it was also very hurried. At that time, there was depressed Qi in his heart, and his eyes were mainly observing the landscape, still not calming his heart.

When he decided to seal the cave and go into seclusion, he suddenly had a whim and wanted to find Feng Jihu to chat.

This person who led him into the immortal gate had always had a special position in his heart. He had already caught up with him in terms of realm, but in other directions, Cheng Xinzhan always felt that he was his elder brother and there were many places he could teach him.

Not long after returning from West Kunlun, Feng Jihu also entered the second realm. However, he was not good at alchemy, nor was he good at swords, and even less good at thunder methods, so naturally, he had never gone to Longhu Mountain to participate in the Dharma Assembly.

He liked raising flowers and plants, and processing medicinal materials.

He came to Cuckoo Valley, where Feng Jihu was in a small courtyard by the lake.

It was late spring, the green grass was like a carpet, and it was also the season when all flowers were in full bloom.

He knocked on the door.

Feng Jihu opened the door. Seeing it was Cheng Xinzhan, he was very happy and invited Cheng Xinzhan to enter the courtyard and sit quickly.

In the courtyard, all kinds of flowers were competing for beauty, attracting bees and butterflies, and there were spring swallows building nests with mud. Feng Jihu had his sleeves rolled up, and he was still holding willow branches in his hand, looking like he was planting willows.

Feng Jihu put down the willow branches, and the two sat at the stone table in the courtyard. He brewed tea for Cheng Xinzhan.

It is said that living nourishes the Qi, and moving nourishes the body.

Feng Jihu had a feeling of being calm and composed, which was what Cheng Xinzhan lacked.

Cheng Xinzhan looked at the beautiful small courtyard and was envious for a while.

He took a sip of tea and said he was preparing to go into seclusion to calm his mind and sort out what he had gained in the first realm.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jihu sighed and put down his teacup. "Daoist Brother, why do you sigh? Is there something to teach me?"

Cheng Xinzhan asked repeatedly.

Feng Jihu looked at Cheng Xinzhan, feeling a bit distressed, and said,

"You are too busy and have never taken a good breath."

Cheng Xinzhan was stunned upon hearing this.

"Xinzhan, I know that the burden on you is much heavier than ours. Mountain Masters, Vice Sect Masters, Sect Masters, there is no one who does not recognize you, and they are also cultivating you with all their strength. 'Auditing at multiple peaks, viewed as true transmission'—this is originally the treatment for a Sect Master candidate."

Feng Jihu paused and said again,

"But I think that people cannot take cultivation as everything in life. Although you are indeed very good at cultivation, you are moving for cultivation, and you are calming your mind for cultivation. This is not good.

"Remember when you first entered the mountain that year, I once told you not to waste time, but it doesn't mean that things other than cultivation are all wasting time! You forgot, when I said this to you, we were still drinking!

"It should be said like this: when you ascend to immortality or your lifespan is about to end, looking back at the past, as long as that thing did not make you feel that it was a waste of time or absurd and ridiculous, then that thing is meaningful. I think such things should not just be cultivation."

Feng Jihu said sincerely.

Cheng Xinzhan widened his eyes, staring blankly at this elder brother in front of him who had his sleeves rolled up and mud spots on his sleeves.

It was the first time someone had advised him not to be too focused on cultivation.

He chewed on Feng Jihu's words and thought carefully. It was indeed true; it seemed he had been cultivating ever since he entered the mountain and had basically done nothing else. Things that were purely following his heart seemed to be drinking with fellow disciples a few times and resting in the Miao village twice, but these were few and far between.

!

Remembering when he first entered the mountain, because he missed his parents, he often played the zither to express his feelings, and because of this, he formed a bond with the Green Chi, but later, playing the zither also gradually became less.

This is wrong.

If this continues, wouldn't he just be a puppet of cultivation?

Does he still remember the appearance of his parents?

He suddenly realized.

So, he had also stamped his own You Jing.

He suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Feng Jihu. At this moment, he canceled the idea of going into seclusion to calm his mind.

This startled Feng Jihu, who hurriedly helped Cheng Xinzhan up.

Cheng Xinzhan sat down again, his face suddenly relaxed, and he sipped his tea leisurely.

He suddenly realized that when he decided to put cultivation aside, he discovered that there were many things he had shelved.

The Green Chi was injured and could not speak. He had once thought about cultivating well, and when his divine powers were vast, he would avenge her, but why didn't he think about helping her heal her throat first?

How long had it been since he taught the Green Chi new tunes?

Third Sister had eaten sea fish for several years, and her eyes seemed to be better, but weren't they not completely healed? Why didn't he think about finding other ways to treat them again?

Had he not managed the cultivation of Third Sister and Deng Ge'er? Just one Qi-eating diagram, the two children were probably tired of looking at it!

When he opened Wuyou Cave, he had fantasized about planting flowers, plants, and fruit trees all around Wuyou Cave, dressing it up as a garden of spring like Daoist Brother Jihu. Had he achieved it?

When he decided to leave the town to seek immortality, he had carved door plaques to give to the neighbors. Why didn't he know how to carve some peace plaques to give to his teachers and friends after entering the mountain?

This craft, he must be rusty!

He thought leisurely, slowly sipping his tea.

At this moment, that fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in Zhangxiang Town seemed to have returned.

"Daoist Brother, I want to learn medicine making from you. I wonder if you can teach me?"

(End of chapter)