Chen Changsheng sat down cross-legged and started chatting with the monk.
"Speaking of which, I haven't spoken to anyone else for a long time. It's been ten years in the blink of an eye."
"Where's that one?"
"He..."
He's talking about the sloppy man in front of the cabin.
Yi Zuqian said: "He fell on this island seven years ago. Maybe he was washed here due to wind and waves. I saved his life and I said a lot to him at the time."
"But after a year, he went crazy."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused and said, "Are you crazy..."
He turned around and glanced at the man holding the fish to eat, and he didn't look crazy.
Chen Changsheng said: "For fellow Taoists, it shouldn't be difficult to suffer from such a madness."
Yi Zuqian nodded and said: "That's what I say, but in fact, it is for his own good not to save him. He went crazy in just one year. If he wakes up, how will he deal with himself in the remaining six years?"
"This is also his fate. He searched for immortality alone, found a way out after a shipwreck, but failed to survive this loneliness. He is destined to have no destiny for immortality, so if you say he is pitiful, there is nothing to be pitiful about."
It’s not that these practitioners are indifferent.
What Yi Zuqian said is also true.
That sloppy man does not have the qualifications or the perseverance, and there is nothing to be pitied for.
In comparison, Yi Zuqian was already very kind.
Chen Changsheng asked: "In my opinion, should I send him back to the human world or enter the world of immortality?"
"Although he has no qualifications, it is a blessing to be able to come here. He will be given a ride when the time comes. Only if he realizes his shortcomings will he really give up. Otherwise, even if he is sent back to the human world, he will never do it again. Found it."
Yi Zuqian smiled helplessly and said: "If you say he has perseverance, he can cross nine hundred miles of mountains and seas to find this place. If you say he doesn't have perseverance, he will go crazy within a year after arriving here."
Chen Changsheng said: "Maybe it's because this loneliness is too overwhelming."
"Maybe."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked: "What about fellow Taoist? In the past ten years, have you ever been lost in this lonely island in the desert sea?"
Yi Zugan said: "Of course I have been confused. Sometimes I look at the rising sun in the distance and sigh at how insignificant I am between heaven and earth. Sometimes I also think wildly and forget about it."
Yi Zuqian smiled and said: "But isn't it just cultivation?"
"Yi often feels that this is a practice that is destined to be experienced. It is a matter of years, tribulations, and cultivation of mind and body. It is inevitable on my path of practice, not accidental."
For the current Yi Zuqian, the ten years he was left here were just a silent practice, looking at the sunset in the distance, like a drop in the ocean.
There may be many more years like this in his spiritual practice, but this one must be the one he remembers most clearly.
Chen Changsheng said: "Sending a mayfly to heaven and earth is just a drop in the ocean. Even a monk is still insignificant between heaven and earth. My fellow Taoist, this trip is worthwhile."
After hearing this, Yi Zuqian was in a daze for a moment and murmured: "A drop in the ocean..."
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, and Yi Zuqian also recognized this cultivator from the 'mortal world'.
Night falls.
Chen Changsheng sat on a rock. He looked around and saw the stars flowing in the distance. He lay down and stared at the sky.
It was as if he was the only one in the world.
The sound of the waves outside reached my ears, rustling.
The insignificance of human beings is the insignificance of immortals.
The same goes for mayflies.
Chen Changsheng is also insignificant.
It's like gravel in the wind.
Indeed, as the Taoist friend said, this is a practice.
Chen Changsheng closed his eyes and lay on the rocks as if he had fallen asleep.
On this lonely sea.
Chen Changsheng seemed to have had a big dream, in which he was very drunk. He was boating on the sea, with constant wind and waves, and it was all bumpy. He lay on the boat and felt the turbulent waves.
Take a sip of turbid wine and look at the infinite world.
Just like a small boat, it can hold down the galaxy thousands of miles away.
It was a long night, a practice.
………
"Fellow Taoist!"
At dawn, a thick fog rose from the sea, seeming to shrink the world.
Chen Changsheng was woken up by Yi Zuqian.
Yi Zuqian smiled warmly and said: "The flying boat is coming, fellow Taoist, it's time for us to leave."
Yi Zuqian's practice is over.
Chen Changsheng woke up from a big dream.
Yi Zuqian said: "It is really extraordinary for fellow Taoist to realize the Tao in a dream."
Chen Changsheng cupped his hands and said, "It's not as good as Taoist friend's misty years."
"Fellow Taoist, please!"
"please!"
A huge flying boat emerged from the mist.
The sails of the ship emerged from the sea.
"Boom!"
There seemed to be an ancient bell sound coming from the flying boat.
Someone stuck his head out and looked at the pier in front of him. At a glance, he discovered that there were three people waiting at the pier.
"There are actually people there when we go back this time."
The monk on the bow was a little surprised. After all, this kind of thing is not common. This flying boat only makes a trip every ten years, and very few people board the boat at this pier.
"What a rare thing."
Not only were there people on board, but there were also many monks going to the mortal world this time.
Chen Changsheng looked around, but felt a little surprised, and asked: "Fellow Taoist, didn't you say that very few monks come to the mortal world?"
Yi Zuqian took a look and found that there were many people on the board.
Yi Zugan said: "Looking at their clothes, they should be descendants of the Immortal Mountain. Maybe they came to the mortal world for something."
Behind them stood a sloppily dressed man.
His eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking as he looked at the huge flying boat.
In the past few years, loneliness and coldness tortured his body and mind. Not only did he go crazy, he even forgot to speak.
Just as he was talking, he heard an exclamation coming from the flying boat.
"Senior Brother Yi! But Senior Brother Yi!?"
Yi Zuqian was recognized.
The monk from Lingyue Xiandao on the flying boat shouted in surprise and quickly jumped off the flying boat.
When brothers and sisters meet, they inevitably talk too much.
"Senior brother, the sea monster caused chaos at that time. After escaping, we discovered that you were not on the ship. Later, we searched several times, but found nothing. We thought you..."
"Why didn't Senior Brother send us a message?"
Yi Zuqian explained: "I was seriously injured and I was really helpless."
Then he introduced to his junior brother: "This is Fellow Daoist Chen."
"I've met Daoyou Chen."
Chen Changsheng responded with his hands raised, then looked up and asked: "There are many monks who have come to the mortal world this time..."
"Most of them are here to detect traces of evil spirits."
"I see."
Chen Changsheng didn't ask any more questions.
"What evil spirits are there?" Yi Zuqian asked.
Then his junior brother explained the matter of the spirit cage.
Yi Zuqian was also surprised, as if he didn't expect that there was such a place in this world.
"Senior brother, fellow Daoist Chen, please get on the flying boat first."