Chapter 1307: The Identity of a Dharma Cultivator

"A Dharma Cultivator cultivates the Heavenly Great Dao, and to enter this path, one must discard distracting thoughts and sever worldly ties." Chen Yu was silent for a moment and said, "To a certain extent, family and relatives are indeed not as important as the Heavenly Great Dao."

"But right now, I cannot let go. Don't worry, I will accompany you all for the rest of this life," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"Recently, I have been reading some Daoist classics and have realized some truths," He Lingyun said leisurely. "I always feel that in the universe, humans are truly like ants."

"In fact, humans are indeed like ants," Chen Yu nodded and said. "The universe is simply too vast, and its infinite mysteries are such that even if a person exhausts several lifetimes, they might not be able to fathom them."

"Yes, sigh, it's better to contemplate these grand truths less in the future. The more one contemplates, the more one feels that living a life is actually not very meaningful," He Lingyun smiled.

"How could that be? Living in this world, there are still many things worth pondering and cherishing," Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"By the way, how long will you be staying in Modu?" He Lingyun asked.

"I don't know, it depends on when Liu Ruxi can awaken. In her past life, she used One Qi Transforms into Three Lotuses, which means there are three clones living in this world," Chen Yu said. "I don't know when she will awaken either."

"Alright then, I will stay here for a while longer," He Lingyun nodded slightly and said. "It was not easy to see you here, so stay a few more days."

"That's fine," Chen Yu nodded and said. "It is not peaceful here recently, so you should be careful too."

"I am fine here," He Lingyun said. "You should be careful yourself."

The mother and son chatted for a long time. Looking at the time, Chen Yu stood up and said, "I have to go back to the company. I asked for a half-day leave; if I don't go back, my salary will be deducted."

"The dignified young master of the He Group, worried about that little bit of salary?" He Lingyun rolled her eyes at him. However, since her son was doing it for a mission, she didn't say anything else. She smiled and said, "Alright, go back then, and find more time to come over and keep me company."

"Okay, I will," Chen Yu nodded, turned around, and left.

Chen Yu stepped out of the elevator, and a figure flashed by his side; Ping'er appeared next to him.

"What are you doing?" Chen Yu was startled. Looking at her appearance, it seemed she was about to make a move again.

"Apologizing to you," Ping'er bowed slightly toward Chen Yu. "I didn't clarify the situation before; I'm sorry."

"I thought it was something else; I thought you were going to spar with me again," Chen Yu laughed and said. "It's fine, it's fine, I'm not such a petty person."

"It was my fault for not clarifying. You... you won't fire me, will you?" Ping'er said with some embarrassment.

"How could I? I am a person of stature," Chen Yu was speechless. "Firing you over such a small matter? What kind of person do you take me for?"

"Then... thank you," Ping'er bowed slightly to Chen Yu again.

"Alright, you were also doing it for my mother's safety; I should be the one thanking you," Chen Yu said.

Ping'er nodded slightly, and just at this moment, there was a 'clatter' sound from the side.

Ping'er, who had just been normal, became tense in an instant. She suddenly did a backflip, rolled to the side, and at the same time, her right hand reached to her waist, and a gun was already in her hand.

Her gaze was sharp, and she carried killing intent, giving the impression that she would open fire at any moment.

"What's wrong?" A group of bodyguards rushed out.

The sound just now was only a chair falling to the ground, but it triggered her nerves, causing her to react rapidly.

"I... I'm sorry," Ping'er realized then that she had overreacted again.

"Take her gun," Chen Yu said. "Do not let her carry a gun for the time being."

"Yes," the head of the bodyguards nodded and took the gun from Ping'er's hand.

"Come with me for a moment," Chen Yu glanced at Ping'er and turned to walk out.

Ping'er bit her lip and followed him out.

Once outside, Chen Yu turned his head and said, "Do you know what your problem is now?"

"I know... Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder," Ping'er nodded earnestly.

"Have you seen a Yisheng?" Chen Yu asked with a serious face.

"No," Ping'er shook her head. "My psychological evaluation... was forged by someone I entrusted. I need this job."

Chen Yu felt helpless. "But do you know that if you are mentally tense and carrying a gun, it is highly likely that something will happen? Just like just now, I truly did not doubt that you would kill someone."

"I... I'm sorry," Ping'er lowered her head. "I will try my best to control it."

"This kind of mental state cannot be controlled. Tell me the truth, when you were abroad, did you suffer from severe psychological trauma?" Chen Yu stared at her and asked.

"Yes... during a mission, seven comrades-in-arms fell before my eyes one by one. I carried the last comrade back, but he chose to commit suicide so as not to drag me down," Ping'er said. "Ever since then, I have felt that something is wrong with me, and I often have stress-induced reactions."

"Some strange noises make me feel terrified, so now I have no way to control my condition at all."

"Your trauma is too severe, causing your mind to be highly tense. Do you suffer from insomnia, lying with your eyes open until dawn?" Chen Yu asked. "Even when you sleep, you only close your eyes for a while, and the slightest disturbance can startle you awake?"

"Yes, I have this situation," Ping'er said.

"How long has it been since you slept?" Chen Yu asked. "I mean, since you've had a sound sleep?"

"A long time... my daily sleep time is less than four hours," Ping'er said.

"Do you think that in your current state, how much longer can you hold on?" Chen Yu asked.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold on, but I feel that something will swallow me up. Sooner or later, I won't be able to hold on," Ping'er shook her head slightly; looking at her, she seemed to be in some pain.

"Then why do you still work?" Chen Yu stared at her and asked. "You aren't short of money, right? You should have escaped the battlefield, but why did you choose to come back?"

"Because I can't adapt to life in society now," Ping'er shook her head slightly and said. "You cannot understand what life is like for a retired soldier."

"It's a mess. As soon as I close my eyes, I think of my comrades. I really don't know what to do. I try hard to return to life, I try hard to live like a normal person, but I can't do it, I really can't."

"This is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder; anyone who has been on the battlefield and killed people will have it," Chen Yu sighed slightly. Looking at Ping'er, he also felt quite helpless.