Zhong Zhengyuan said: "The years have changed and the sea has changed. For us, it has long been the norm."
"Mr. Zhong seems to have grown accustomed to strange things."
Chen Changsheng pondered in his heart. The sudden arrival of troubled times really caught him off guard, as if it was dark outside when he woke up.
Zhong Zhengyuan said: "Dynasty regimes have changed again and again in the past five hundred years. In the early days, the Yan Dynasty ruled the south, and then there were chaos in the five directions. It was not until a hundred years ago that it gradually became stable, but it was only a short period of stability. This time
I don’t know how many people will die.”
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but ask: "There has never been unification?"
After hearing this, Zhong Zhengyuan shook his head and said: "There has been no unification in the past thousands of years. There have been constant wars. It seems sad, but in fact it coincides with the fate of the sky."
Chen Changsheng took a sip of tea and said: "Dynastic strife is accompanied by changes in the world. In comparison, if we can live and work in peace and contentment, humanity will move forward more slowly, but the price is a bit high."
"indeed."
Zhong Zhengyuan nodded secretly and said: "A rough calculation shows that tens of millions of people have died due to wars in the past five hundred years."
Chen Changsheng asked: "In the final analysis, all these sufferings fall on the people."
He turned and glanced at the street.
People were coming and going on the street, but the smiles on their faces were no longer there.
Zhong Zhengyuan said: "The world is miserable. Even if we monks have the power to understand the world, we cannot change the current chaos."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "I don't think so."
Zhong Zhengyuan paused and looked at Chen Changsheng, "Does Mr. Chen still want to save this scene?"
Chen Changsheng asked rhetorically: "Mr. Zhong thinks the great scene will be destroyed in this battle?"
Zhong Zhengyuan said: "Dajing's military strength is weak and it has no terrain advantage. After this battle, Beixiang and Beimo took control of Dajing. They were divided and eaten. To the north of Beixiang, Beimang rose up and became a tripartite. This was destiny.
"
This is shown by the hexagram. Zhong Zhengyuan had already calculated the disaster of Dajing's country's downfall a long time ago.
Even if there is civil strife in Beixiang, the result will be the same.
Chen Changsheng looked at Zhong Zhengyuan, but suddenly smiled and said: "Mr. Zhong once calculated the time of wind and rain with Chen, which shows that destiny is not certain."
Zhong Zhengyuan couldn't help being startled, and then said: "Why is Mr. Chen like this? If he is so involved in cause and effect, I am afraid it will be difficult to reach the peak of immortality."
In his view, spiritual practice should be independent of cause and effect and should follow nature. If cause and effect is attached to the body and not protected by God, then the practice will only decline day by day.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and asked, "What does Mr. Zhong think is the purpose of cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal?"
Zhong Zhengyuan opened his mouth to answer, but was suddenly stunned. After thinking about it, he gave an ambiguous answer.
"Longevity."
Chen Changsheng laughed and said: "I don't want what you want. Chen is a common man and just wants to make the world more pleasing to the eyes."
In fact, longevity does not have much appeal to Chen Changsheng.
Everyone in the world wants to live forever, but who knows how difficult it is to live forever.
The people I miss disappear one after another, and the scenery I see changes with each passing day, until in the end it is no longer the same as before.
Chen Changsheng said: "There is a lot of suffering in this world, and less is a good thing. Chen went through this world for a while, just thinking about how to come back many years later, so that he can still leave behind some thoughts."
His idea is that simple.
Zhong Zhengyuan looked at Chen Changsheng, and he felt admiration in his heart.
There are thousands of monks in the world, but he has never seen anyone like Chen Changsheng.
All monks are afraid of the mortal world of cause and effect, but he is not afraid at all, and even enjoys it, regardless of the path to immortality.
It's really unique.
For a moment, Zhong Zhengyuan's thoughts even wavered, but it was only for a moment.
At this time, he also clearly understood the gap between himself and this gentleman, not in his moral conduct, but in his understanding of the world.
Zhong Zhengyuan said: "Mr. Chen should be regarded as a true immortal in the world of mortals. I am not as good as him."
Chen Changsheng said: "Mr. Zhong is ridiculous. Chen is one of thousands of people. He is that existence that cannot be found even after falling into the sea of people."
"The same is true for Zhong." Zhong Zhengyuan said.
But in fact, he sighed secretly in his heart.
How can this gentleman be among the millions of people?
He should be one of those thousands.
Chen Changsheng then asked: "Now that the world is in chaos, what is Mr. Zhong's plan?"
Zhong Zhengyuan said: "I originally planned to return to Fairy Mountain in two days. After talking with Mr. Chen today, Zhong became even more curious about how Mr. Chen can save this troubled world."
Chen Changsheng nodded, but suddenly said: "Did Mr. Zhong blackmail me for those three hundred years of merit?"
Zhong Zhengyuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
After his smile faded, he asked: "Then will you pay me back?"
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng smiled and replied: "No merit, only life."
"..."
Zhong Zhengyuan could only smile helplessly, but now he felt that those three hundred years of merit were not important.
In comparison, meeting Mr. Chen was the happiest thing for him.
Immortal paths are hard to find, and fellow Taoists are even harder to find.
He has been walking alone in the world for decades and has never met anyone as interesting as Chen Changsheng.
The two of them then chatted about some unrelated topics. They were obviously drinking tea, but they kept laughing, as if the cup was not tea but intoxicating wine.
After a long time, the tea in the cup was gone.
Zhong Zhengyuan stood up and left a penny on the table.
This is tea money, probably the last payment.
After leaving the tea stall, Zhong Zhengyuan said that there were still some things that needed to be dealt with. After staying here for so many years, there was always something to miss.
Chen Changsheng followed him and saw him arriving at the fortune-telling stall on the long street.
Zhong Zhengyuan suddenly felt a little emotional when he looked at the stall and stared at it for a long time.
It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he asked, "I'm afraid I'll never come back again. I don't know what to leave behind."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "If it were Chen, he would have left something to say that Chen should go."
Zhong Zhengyuan couldn't help but pause after hearing this, and then agreed with a smile.
"Haha, what Mr. Chen said is absolutely true."
Zhong Zhengyuan stepped forward, raised his hand, and wiped it from the notice.
The writing on it disappeared.
Change it to one sentence - [Zhong is leaving]
Chen Changsheng looked at the handwriting on the notice. He picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, with a slight smile on his face.
On this day, the fortune teller who lived in the village and told the wind and rain every day left this riverside city.
Since he left, the fortune-telling stall has been standing on that street and no one has touched it.
The writing on the notice will gradually dissipate with the passage of time, and eventually turn into dust between heaven and earth, never to be the same again.
Except for the legend of Mr. Fengyu, there is only one sentence left - "Zhong is gone"