Ye Han, who was squatting, sighed softly. The world of monks seemed so powerful, but all living beings had all kinds of life styles, and these were actually everything that built this time.
Some people have something to rely on when they grow old, while others are kicked out of their homes because they are sick and disliked by their children.
Ye Han asked himself in his heart, what was going on in this world? After all, he had displayed all the beauty vividly, but now he couldn't do anything at all.
Only strength can change everything. Only when he has strength can he hope to realize the prosperous world scene in his heart. By then, everyone will be like a dragon, there will be no more fighting and disputes, and everything will be in order.
If you want to change the rules and order, you naturally need the support of your own strength, so for a moment, a strong light appeared in Ye Han's eyes, which was the source of motivation for struggle.
"Young man, why are you here alone in the middle of winter?"
The old beggar huddled in the corner of the street suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ye Han saying weakly to the side.
This surprised Ye Han. After all, others could not see him before, but he did not expect that this old beggar could see him.
"Let me take a look and see the ups and downs of all living beings and the various aspects of life." Ye Han didn't look very good. After all, some people were laughing and others were bitter.
The old beggar was thoughtful and didn't seem to be surprised.
"Old man, why aren't you at home in the middle of winter?" Although he knew it in his heart, Ye Han couldn't help but feel angry.
Although Ye Han didn't know whether the current situation was real or an illusion, it would not change his feelings and thoughts.
"When a person is old, smelly and dirty, he will naturally be rejected by his children and be kicked out. He has no place to go, so he stays here."
The old beggar's tone was calm, without any emotion, as if he thought this was normal.
"But if you continue like this, you will die. How about I take you home?" Ye Han felt compassionate and prepared to meddle in other people's business.
But the old beggar shook his head, indicating that he didn't care and didn't want to go back.
"When people get old, they don't want to be disliked and looked down upon by others. As for death, no one is afraid of it, but after living for so long, it is not very scary. After all, there are many things that are more scary than death."
Ye Han's expression changed slightly, his eyes moved, as if the old beggar had something in his words, and then he saw the old man continuing to speak.
"I have regrets in this life. I did not seize the opportunity. There are too many things I want to do that I have not done. Now it seems that I will never have the chance to do it. This makes me feel that this is scarier than death."
Boom~
Ye Han only felt a roaring sound resounding in his mind.
Too many monks stop cultivation halfway and never think about reaching the peak of cultivation.
Some are greedy for pleasure, some are because of limited qualifications, some are because of insufficient resources, and some are afraid of death and do not want to take risks and experience all the dangers they should experience. And Ye Han seems to be resuming his own spiritual path.
There are also hardships, but compared to other people, he is undoubtedly much luckier and has a smooth sailing. But when he encounters danger or difficulty in the future, how should he deal with it.
Should we continue to move forward bravely and go against the current, or should we retreat and be timid.
Thinking about the situation Yu Sihe is facing now, thinking about Hua Rujing's soul, and thinking about all the wonderful things he will have in the future, Ye Han's state of mind is also quietly changing.
A cultivator must naturally have a heart that is as solid as a rock and cannot be shaken. Otherwise, he himself will be shaken and his foundation will be unstable, and then he may not be able to accomplish anything at all.
With this thought in mind, before he could say anything to the old man, the surrounding scene disappeared once again.
This time, the surrounding scene was that of a thatched house in a mountain village. The rooms were dilapidated and very simple. When staying in them, a strong smell of moisture came from them.
I saw many bottles and jars in the room, which seemed to be used for brewing herbs.
In the room, a terminally ill old woman was lying on the bed, but she was still in good spirits.
Beside the bed was an old man, holding a medicine bowl and giving medicine to the old woman.
The couple seemed to have a good relationship. Even under such circumstances, the old man's expression was watery and he kept looking at the figure on the bed.
It's just that the old man's health didn't seem to be very good. During the process of taking the medicine, he kept coughing. Even if he suppressed himself, sometimes he couldn't help it.
When coughing, the hand holding the medicine bowl works hard to keep the medicine bowl from being knocked over.
"Honey, when you go out to buy medicine, don't patronize me. Have you bought your own medicine?"
Seeing the old man like this, his face twisted in pain when he coughed. The old woman's dry skin suddenly showed distress, and she moved her hands as if she was struggling to sit up.
He was immediately stopped by the old man, and at the same time he said quickly, "Of course I bought it. After feeding you, I will make some medicine for myself."
In this regard, the old woman remained silent and didn't say much. She just looked at the old man with deep eyes, full of emotion.
Not long after, the old woman drank the whole bowl of medicine, and the old man took the opportunity to leave the room.
But the old man who came out of the room was not drinking his own medicine. You must know that now that his family is destitute, he has to do everything he can to buy medicine for the old woman.
As for his own illness, he couldn't control it so much. As soon as he left the room, he finally didn't have to endure it anymore. After all, the old habit had returned, and the pain was like a knife being twisted in his stomach.
He didn't dare to show any clues in front of the old woman. Not only that, he also needed to endure it.
In the room, after taking the medicine, the old woman was lying on the bed, her cloudy eyes were already moist, and her lips were trembling slightly.
After living together for so many years, the two of them naturally knew each other very well, so even without looking, he knew what was happening outside. The old man was afraid that she would worry, so he hid all this, and for her own good, he was reluctant to take medicine.
Save the money for her medicine.
And she didn't tell the truth on purpose, just to prevent the old man from worrying and affecting his mood when the time came.
All of this fell into Ye Han's eyes. He was silent, but his heart was in turmoil, and he was filled with emotions for a while.
From the bottom of his heart, he envied these two couples very much. The most affectionate confession in the world is companionship, and loving someone means being willing to make constant sacrifices for the other person.
As the scenes kept changing one after another, Ye Han seemed to have experienced several reincarnations, and he also had constant insights into life, old age, illness and death.
And his state of mind has been polished smooth and dustless through constant experience of these things, and only after experiencing everything can you deeply understand some insights.
All the scenes dissipated, and this time Ye Han came directly to the sky above a city, looking down at the many figures in the city. All living beings seemed to be under his feet at this moment.
Each figure is different, and the emotions and thoughts expressed are also different. Everything has so many changes.
Ye Han's eyes were deep and he slowly looked at everything in the city. At this time, he felt that his mind was empty.
There are those urchins of a few years old who pester their parents to buy candied haws on a stick. When they get it, they look happy and their eyebrows are flying. Everything is so carefree.
There was a vendor selling candied haws, and because his business was good, he had a lot more smiles on his face, but he felt a sense of relief, because after all, he was counting on this to support his family.
There are rickshaw drivers in the city who are constantly working hard.
Women in the streets and alleys gather together to talk about their parents' shortcomings.
A sickly patient looks miserable and is about to go to the pharmacy to seek medicine.
There are gamblers in a gambling parlor, looking serious and excited, looking at the chips on the gambling table intently.
There are promiscuous women in brothels, so they show their charming look and seduce men.
All the appearances of all living beings fell into Ye Han's eyes, and his state of mind seemed to have been cleansed. At this moment, Ye Han slowly closed his eyes and stopped looking. After all, everything was like a brand, left on
in his heart.
Although these experiences have not brought any huge changes to his strength for the time being, they have been of great help.
After all, a monk's state of mind is like his foundation. As his cultivation level gets higher and higher, his foundation naturally needs to become more and more stable.
Otherwise, if the state of mind is too high and the state of mind is unstable, it may cause disaster. As long as the state of mind is stable, even if the state of mind is farther and farther, it will still be very stable.
After practicing for so long, Ye Han's state of mind was naturally impossible to be perfect, and this experience seemed to have cleansed Ye Han's entire state of mind.
It can be said that the effect of Huangliang wine is the same, but it varies from person to person. After all, everyone has different experiences and moods, and there are countless ways it can bring about changes.