Chapter 58: The Wine in the Glass and the Man on the Road
The backyard of "Yiju" covers a very large area. Wang Yuan came here once and left after sleeping for a night. Zhou Dalai's room is in the backyard. Of course, only he can enter this room. This is a forbidden area of "Yiju"
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In the small courtyard, two trees are intertwined, one is a mulberry tree and the other is a catalpa tree. There is a stone table under the two trees, and two people are sitting there. Everything is so peaceful.
"Haha, Wang Yuan, why do you want to come back to see me? I come to see you every year, and sometimes I can't see you. Now I can walk that road with my eyes closed!" Zhou Dalai laughed and took the
Take out two wine glasses and a pot of wine, fill them first for yourself and then for Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan looked at the jug strangely and said, "No, Uncle Zhou, I have tasted this wine once and I don't like it."
Zhou Dalai stopped what he was doing, looked at Wang Yuan seriously, nodded after a while, and said with a smile: "If you don't drink this wine well, Uncle Zhou, I will regret it every time I drink it!"
Zhou Dalai took off Wang Yuan's wine glass and replaced it with a teacup. Then he took out the teapot from the storage bag, poured it for Wang Yuan, and said: "It's better to drink tea. Since you don't want to drink, don't do it in the future."
It’s stained, otherwise it will be difficult to avoid it!”
Wang Yuan laughed as he watched Zhou Dalai keep taking out some delicacies from his storage bag. How much food was in Zhou Dalai's storage bag was all related to eating and drinking.
Perhaps Zhou Dalai saw Wang Yuan's smile, laughed, and said: "My storage bag is my ingredient bag, it is very convenient."
That's why Zhou Dalai is a cultivator. Which cook can use a storage bag as an ingredient bag?
After finishing all this, Zhou Dalai stopped what he was doing and looked at Wang Yuan with a smile.
"Wang Yuan, how are you living in the sect?" Zhou Dalai asked.
Wang Yuan recalled all the things in the sect, including the relationship between master and disciple, the relationship between men and women, and the intrigues. He saw ghost cultivators and Buddhist cultivators, and he had a great opportunity to experience such a thing in less than thirty years.
There are many things going on, and Wang Yuan is also tired.
"Everything is fine, but I feel like something is missing." Wang Yuan held the teacup and looked at it blankly.
Zhou Dalai saw something wrong with Wang Yuan's expression. He must have been troubled by something. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then made a sound of enjoyment.
"Hey - Uncle Zhou, I won't think about it so much. If a person thinks too much, he will lose the joy of being a human being." Uncle Zhou said something inexplicable, put down the wine glass and continued to look at Wang Yuan, looking at Wang Yuan
With an indifferent expression, Zhou Dalai immediately stood up.
Wang Yuan's eyes were attracted by Zhou Dalai. Zhou Dalai patted the two trees, turned around and asked, "Do you know what kind of tree these are?"
Wang Yuan shook his head, he didn't understand these things.
Zhou Dalai pointed to one of the trees and said, "This is a mulberry tree, and the other one is a catalpa tree."
Wang Yuan looked at Zhou Dalai, he seemed to have something to say to Wang Yuan.
"These are two unrelated trees, but they have undergone subtle changes when planted together. Do you know what the meaning of these two trees is?" Zhou Dalai smiled mysteriously, expecting that Wang Yuan must not know.
Sure enough, Wang Yuan shook his head. The Linyuan Sect contained some species that were rare to the mortal world, and there were no mulberry trees or catalpa trees.
"In ancient times, parents planted mulberry and catalpa trees for their children. The father planted catalpa trees and the mother planted mulberry trees, hoping that their children would return soon. No matter how the world changes, countless sects have experienced greatness and decline, but this story has always been passed down.
When you come down, there is a saying of 'Sangzi', which means calling you to go back 'home' quickly!"
"Bang!"
The tea cup in Wang Yuan's hand fell onto the stone table, and the tea inside overflowed, but Wang Yuan didn't seem to notice, but stared at the two trees.
The two trees swayed in the wind, and from time to time the branches were entangled together, just like parents holding hands together, calling their children from afar to return.
Wang Yuan stood up. He felt a kind voice calling him. He walked towards the two trees step by step, with light shining in his eyes.
Zhou Dalai chuckled, sat on the stone bench again, drank heavily, and devoured the table full of delicious food.
Wang Yuan stared at the two trees for a long time, then suddenly turned around and said to Zhou Dalai in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Uncle Zhou!"
Zhou Dalai smiled generously, pressed Wang Yuan on the stone bench, and said, "Thank you for nothing. Alas, you don't know something."
Zhou Dalai sat down and continued: "Do you still remember the immortal master you talked about?"
"Master Immortal? Of course I remember." Wang Yuan nodded.
"Well, Uncle Zhou was entrusted by your immortal master to take care of you and introduce you to the sect for practice. It was for a purpose at the time, but now that I think about it..." Zhou Dalai shook his head.
With Wang Yuan's current scheming attitude, how could he not know Zhou Dalai's original intention? But he could not forget Uncle Zhou who went to the Linyuan Sect every year and personally made "Ice Wind Spread Wings" for him, and Uncle Zhou who asked for help.
There is Uncle Zhou who has given him a "home" now!
Wang Yuan offered tea instead of wine and toasted Zhou Dali with a glass.
Suddenly Zhou Dalai looked around with a stern look, lowered his body and said quietly to Wang Yuan: "When you came back this time, did you bring me any gifts, spiritual stones, pills..."
Wang Yuan smiled bitterly, took out a storage bag, and said with a smile: "How could I forget this matter? Of course I have to keep the good things for Uncle Zhou!"
Zhou Dalai smiled and took the storage bag, hid it in his arms and patted it from time to time. Then he stretched out his right index finger and pointed at Wang Yuan, and the two looked at each other.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Suddenly, both of them burst into laughter, without saying anything.
Zhou Dalai took another sip of wine and mysteriously took out a book from his storage bag. His smile became even stronger and he said: "Wang Yuan, do you really think that Uncle Zhou has so much knowledge and can tell those things?"
All my words depend on this book!”
"Oh?" Wang Yuan looked at the thread-bound book in Zhou Dalai's hand in surprise and asked, "Uncle Zhou, is this a super book from ancient times!?"
Zhou Dalai wanted to knock Wang Yuan on the forehead, but the consequences of knocking on the forehead when he first met Wang Yuan were still vivid in his mind, so he took his hand back and said with a smile: "You kid, do you think that sex in ancient times is so easy to get?"
This is just a Buddhist Heart Sutra that I got from a Buddhist cultivator. I usually read it when I have nothing to do. Don't tell me, although I don't like those Buddhist cultivators who talk too much, but I feel a lot calmer after reading it.
, cultivation is also much faster.”
Wang Yuan has also encountered Buddhist cultivators. He has an upright and upright Buddhist aura that makes it difficult for all ghosts to get close to him. Moreover, after hearing what Zhou Da said, he couldn't help but become interested in the secrets of Buddhism. But what Zhou Da Lai had in his hand was just a book.
Ordinary scriptures.
Wang Yuan was also curious today, how could Zhou Dalai say such thought-provoking words? It turns out that everything is recorded in this scripture.
"Haha, Uncle Zhou, I admire you for nothing." Wang Yuan teased.
Zhou Dalai laughed and waved his hand, saying: "No, your admiration for Uncle Zhou is not in vain. What you learn is your own, no matter what book it is recorded in."
The two looked at each other and smiled. Although Zhou Dalai spoke in a crude way, his reasoning was very straightforward.
Time passed slowly, and under the two trees, the two of them were like elders and juniors, like friends and confidants, and like the relationship between Taoist friends and Taoist brothers. Because Zhou Dalai drank wine, he did not use spiritual energy to get rid of the drunkenness, so
At night, Zhou Dalai had fallen asleep on the stone table.
The night is quiet, and from time to time, mortal insects chirp. These strange sounds are not found in the sect.
Wang Yuan looked at the huge round moon in the sky, suddenly came up with an idea, and flew out of the backyard of "Yiju".
Mubing City was bustling with lights at night, but the area where beggars gathered was still as dark and scary as ever. Wang Yuan's figure came here.
Sighing softly, he slowly walked in. Time reversed. He was also a little beggar, living a beggar's life. But God's will made people trick. Wang Yuan embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals and became an immortal in the eyes of mortals. In this life, he had no respect for others.
It's worth it for those mortals, but it's not enough for Wang Yuan. After he started cultivating immortals, as his cultivation improved, his understanding of the way of heaven became increasingly unclear. There are five realms above the mortal world, and cultivators all want to transcend tribulations and ascend.
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The dark night is not an obstacle to Wang Yuan now, and everything is invisible under his spiritual consciousness.
The beggars were sleeping casually on the ground. The bowl in front of them was their magic weapon for survival. The smell here was so familiar.
Suddenly, Wang Yuan's consciousness trembled, and he looked at an old man with a foul odor and disheveled hair leaning against the wall. He was taking in more air than out, and his life was rapidly draining away at this night.
Thirty years ago, Liu Laoer, who was relatively strong among beggars, had aged like this. Wang Yuan approached him with a sigh.
Liu Laoer seemed to realize that the light in front of him was blocked by someone, so he opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan's appearance didn't change much, but it wasn't something Liu Lao Er could recognize. Wang Yuan knelt down and stared at Liu Lao Er's eyes.
"Reincarnation is part of the way of heaven. I can't change it. I can only extend your life for a few days." Wang Yuan introduced spiritual energy into Liu Laoer's body. These spiritual energy replaced the vitality in his body, but once this spiritual energy was exhausted,
, Liu Laoer will eventually enter reincarnation.
Thanks to the support of spiritual energy, Liu Laoer slowly struggled out of reincarnation. His body gradually gained strength. Liu Laoer suddenly opened his eyes, and the person in front of him had disappeared.
Wang Yuan's small wish at the beginning was to learn how to fly and show off in front of Liu Laoer, but this idea did not come true today.
Wang Yuan returned to the backyard of "Yiju", where Zhou Dalai was still sleeping soundly.
He took out a piece of clothing and put it on Zhou Dalai. Wang Yuan sat down, took Zhou Dalai's wine flask, filled it for himself, and then filled it for Zhou Dalai.
"Uncle Zhou, I'm leaving tonight. If you leave this glass of wine here, it will dry up on its own the next day. I think I drank it." Wang Yuan stood up gently, glanced at Zhou Dalai and then stood up.
Leave.
After Wang Yuan left, Zhou Dalai suddenly raised his head and drank his glass of wine, then lay down again and soon started snoring again.
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