Chapter 565: Anyway, I Don't Cook

In a small city on the coast of Langzhou, in the bustling streets, it was originally peaceful and quiet, when suddenly a five-colored auspicious cloud descended.

At first, the auspicious cloud flew very high and the distance was far, and it looked real, so occasionally the people below saw it and only felt it was strange, pointing and saying:

"There is a colorful cloud there!"

Then it attracted more and more people to stop and look up, all feeling it was strange.

But soon they felt something was wrong—

This five-colored auspicious cloud was flying closer and lower, until it flew to the bustling city, flew to the roof of the buildings along the street, flew over their heads, cast shadows, sprinkled colorful light, and the strange stories of immortals that they had heard from their elders since childhood were now close at hand.

"What's going on?"

"Miracle!"

"Ji Xianren bless..."

I don't know how many people looked up at the sky in a daze, I don't know how many people prayed sincerely, and many people ran after the cloud.

But the colorful cloud was still flying lower and lower.

From the roof of the building to the level of the window, until it was close to the ground and landed on the bustling street.

Faintly heard a sentence:

"Go this way!"

It seemed to be the voice of a child.

The people spontaneously cleared an open space for it.

The width of this five-colored auspicious cloud almost just happened to occupy a whole street, and the length was even longer. The middle showed a solid white, like the clouds in the sky when looking from afar on a sunny day, and like cotton, while the edges always carried natural five-colored glow, giving people a feeling that it would be very soft to stand on, and that one could ascend to immortality by boarding it.

With a bang, the auspicious cloud scattered into smoke and glow, pouring into the shops along the street to the left and right, and surging to the end of the street before and after, wet, cool, and comfortable, smelling fresh and pleasant.

The whole street was suddenly shrouded in thick fog and glow.

"Where is the immortal?"

Waiting for the fog to disperse slightly, everyone looked up.

But the scene was very disappointing—

There was no holy and gentle female Bodhisattva, no kind and amiable old immortal, no majestic Celestial Soldiers and Divine Generals, and no golden boy or jade girl. On the empty and uneven ground that was cleared, there were only twenty or so men lying there, all in rags, skinny as a rail, looking just like beggars.

All the onlookers present, as well as the onlookers who gathered more and more after hearing the sound, were confused.

Just at this time, a cough.

"Cough cough..."

Someone slowly opened their eyes and woke up.

The onlookers bent down to look, and the people lying on the ground opened their eyes in a daze, and both sides looked at each other.

The former couldn't believe that they had lived for so many years and this was the first time they had seen a miracle in a strange story, and the five-colored auspicious cloud had actually sent twenty or so beggars. The latter also couldn't believe that they were on a sea island the day before,

possibly dying in a foreign land at any time, but after sleeping for a while, they had really returned to their homeland, just like the dreams they had had over the past few years.

More and more people woke up.

"Who are you?"

An onlooker couldn't help but ask.

Hearing the local accent, the visitors all burst into tears.

The crying woke up even more people.

Everyone also learned after listening to their narration that the sea had not been peaceful in the past few years, and accidents had happened frequently. Many ships did not return after going out to sea. They originally thought they had encountered wind and waves or sea thieves, or were rolled into the seabed by sea Yaoguai, and were no longer in the world. But they didn't expect that they were captured by a huge octopus sea Yaoguai to act as craftsmen and build a palace.

And what about the Long Bo giants who could treat towering trees as grass, the giant shrimp and giant crabs that were one zhang tall, and the sea Yaoguai with various appearances that only old fishermen could recognize the main body...

This was less thrilling than encountering wind and waves and sinking into the sea, encountering thieves and dying, or encountering sea Yaoguai and becoming food, but it seemed to have a few more strange things.

During this period, some kind people hurriedly invited them to sit in the restaurant next door, asked the shopkeeper to prioritize serving them food, and even guests who were originally eating, after hearing their story, hurriedly handed the food, wine, and tea on their tables to them. There were also government officials who came, saying they wanted to invite them back to the Yamen to clarify their identities and send them back to their original homes.

Hearing that Lin Zhenren and the Nine-Tailed Fox cleared the sea Yaoguai, and that they were sent back after sleeping for a while, everyone was even more surprised.

It turned out that the immortal was indeed not on this cloud.

And this cloud did indeed send the immortal.

It was in the story they told.

Just like what they had heard since childhood.

Overseas desert island.

Lin Jue looked at Third Shixiong's face: "When did Shixiong learn the illusion technique so profoundly?"

"As expected of Lin Zhenren, this little trick of mine really can't hide from Zhenren." Third Shixiong didn't answer, just smiled and said.

Lin Jue also knew—

No matter how free and easy a person is, once they have feelings, they have concerns and scruples in their hearts.

A person as free and unrestrained as Third Shixiong should not care about his appearance, even if he is over a hundred years old now, with white hair, he would still be his old urchin. But with a bond, he was willing to keep his appearance at the time they were most familiar with each other for the sake of his bond.

"Since Shixiong has this heart, why not spend more effort on cultivation? With Shixiong's talent and nature, even if you are too lazy to collect materials to refine pills, with more diligence, you can attain the Dao earlier. After attaining the Dao, isn't it whatever age you want to be?"

"Shidi's words are wrong..."

Third Shixiong held the Yuanqiu fruit in one hand and the wine gourd in the other, shaking his head at him:

"It's all skin, an image in the eyes. After attaining the Dao, turning back to thirty or forty, it looks like thirty or forty. Before attaining the Dao, turning into thirty or forty, it also looks like thirty or forty. Before attaining the Dao, I am not truly thirty or forty. After attaining the Dao, am I truly thirty or forty? Since Shidi also feels that I will eventually attain the Dao, sooner or later, although there is a difference, the difference is not in this."

Third Shixiong turned his head and glanced at the rubble on the ground, which was the remains of the huge octopus sea Yaoguai, and nodded repeatedly:

"Hmm, this is a difference!"

Pausing, he continued:

"If I can eventually attain the Dao and live for three or five hundred years, if I attain the Dao a little later, naturally, after three or five hundred years, I will live for three or five hundred years. If I am more diligent and spend decades of time on cultivation, after three or five hundred years, wouldn't I be living for decades less?"

Lin Jue listened and nodded too.

This is two different ways of thinking.

One pursues length, the other exchanges length for width.

Time has width and thickness in addition to length.

Some people attain the Dao and live for three or five hundred years, but in fact, they have spent one or two hundred years in seclusion, not going out of the door, with only Great Dao truths and spell rules in their hearts. Then how many years have they lived?

The remaining one or two hundred years, if they are trapped by worries and sorrows all day long, living very unhappily and uncomfortably, not living the life they want at all, then how many years does that count as?

Others cannot give an answer.

I am afraid that even they themselves cannot give an answer.

Like Third Shixiong, who has lived for as many years as he has been free and easy, every day and night is what he wants to live. Not to mention anything else, since they went down the mountain from Mount Yishan together, for so many years, the width and thickness of the nearly hundred years Third Shixiong has lived exceed his own.

Of course, there are flaws.

For example, today—

He almost folded here.

If he folded here, the longer life and time in the future would be gone.

The two ways of thinking have their own rights and wrongs in different people. Lin Jue certainly wouldn't persuade Third Shixiong to change his mind, because for him, this is right in itself. Even Lin Jue himself, if it weren't for Fuyao and Emperor Zi Xu who was obsessed with clearing Yaoguai, he would also be more inclined to Third Shixiong's way of thinking.

However, Shixiong and Shidi are like brothers, so there is no need for such persuasion. It is better to speak out their needs generously, ask for help, and be more straightforward, which is perhaps a better choice.

It just so happened that Third Shixiong asked: "Is Little Shidi afraid that I won't be able to catch up with you, so you want to persuade me to spend more energy on cultivation?"

So Lin Jue replied truthfully:

"No, it's that Shidi will need Shixiong's help in the future to avoid a great catastrophe."

The Junior Shimei also said the same:

"Me too."

Both of their expressions and tones were very sincere, especially the Junior Shimei, who was even more solemn.

In fact, at that moment, both of them thought that perhaps they could not inform Third Shixiong, so that he could continue to be free and happy, cultivate naturally, and attain the Dao. However, even if the trajectory of reality deviated from Old Lord Tianweng's deduction of ten thousand years at a glance, Third Shixiong attaining the Dao was also a high probability event. Emperor Zi Xu's clearing of demons and Yaoguai was so grand, how could he not think of Fuyao, Xiao Hua, the Yaoguai and ghosts on Fuqiu Peak, and the non-human mountain gods in the mountains? With his chivalry, he would definitely not stand idly by.

He was already involved with it.

Sixth Shixiong's words rang in his ears:

"Rather than adding a point of possibility of defeat and letting Old Three regret it in the future, it is better to urge him to be more diligent. Anyway, seeing him free and easy every day, I am also very jealous."

"Several Zhenren are so powerful, with heaven-reaching means, and actually need the help of a poor Daoist..."

This was Third Shixiong's response.

As he spoke, with a dangling look, he finished the Yuanqiu fruit and threw it away.

A fruit pit fell on the beach.

He glanced back and said:

"Turn into spring mud to protect the flowers..."

Princess Hua was clearly spoiled by him and also threw it away.

Two fruit pits fell on the beach.

Lin Jue is no longer the poor Zhenren he was when he first attained the Dao. Sitting on ten original Dan fruit trees, ten Yuanqiu Ji Xianren Trees full of fruits, a whole mountain, and several laborers, he is just like the two immortals in the deep, completely indifferent to a few fruit pits.

If they are thrown, they are thrown.

If they don't take root and sprout, it's not a pity. If they take root and sprout, although they can't bear real Yuanqiu fruits, they may become someone's opportunity and fortune here in thousands of years, which is also a good thing.

So he didn't even look at it.

It was Fuyao, Shimei, and Xiao Hua who looked back frequently, clearly still stuck in the era of hard days.

Third Shixiong thought for a long time before opening his mouth: "That depends on whether you provide food and lodging!"

What is this?

Lin Jue didn't hesitate:

"Shixiong, rest assured! The spiritual rhyme in the depths of the Duoshan Mountain is mysterious, and Sixth Shixiong is also there now. Can Jiyang and Jiyin be short of Shishu's food? If you go to my place, I have also accepted a few disciples. My eldest disciple's craftsmanship is even better than Jiyang and Jiyin. Whatever Shixiong wants to eat, just tell them to make it." ===== CHAPTER 566 =====

Lin Jue did not hesitate:

"Senior brother, rest assured! The spiritual rhyme in the depths of the mountains is profound, and our sixth senior brother is also there now. How could there be a lack of food for our junior uncle with Jiyang and Jiyin around? If you go to my place, I have also taken in a few disciples, and the eldest disciple's culinary skills are even better than Jiyang and Jiyin's. Whatever you want to eat, senior brother, just tell them to make it."