Chapter 267 Can Immortality Be Attained?

　　Buddhism cultivates stillness and extinguishment.

　　Can immortality be attained?

　　Ten short words, a matter of a few seconds, the tone was like asking about something ordinary, but it was like a heavy hammer, slamming heavily on everyone's heads, causing their hearts to suddenly beat faster, and blood flowed through their bodies as if boiling.

　　Their hearts were instantly turned upside down.

　　Lifespan, immortality.

　　This is the desire that exists in everyone's heart.

　　And now, what did that person say?

　　Can immortality be attained…

　　The old monk Huikong's heart trembled fiercely. His thoughts were stagnant for a while before he recovered. Guan Yu mentioned that Prime Minister, undoubtedly Zhuge Wu Hou. And Zhuge Wu Hou's era was almost two thousand years away from the present.

　　Two thousand years…

　　Could it be said that the Taoist in front of him has had two thousand years of cultivation?

　　He was unwilling to believe it, but the true face under the mask was old and aged, only the temples were pure white, with a head of black hair, and the look in his eyes was calm. There was a kind of ancient and distant feeling on his body that truly spanned a long time. Huikong suppressed the shock in his heart and said:

　　"You...could it be said that if you cultivate to the extreme, you can really be immortal?"

　　The leader of the Taiping Dao said: "Immortality..."

　　"I also want to know the answer to this question."

　　The old monk murmured to himself. If the other party really admitted that he was immortal.

　t believe it.

　　But the other party's answer after silence, the feeling of being trapped in the years, made him faintly believe that the other party had really lived for a long time. He murmured a few times, looked around, and saw the remaining shock and yearning on the faces of the people around him, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

　　After the appearance of the two Gods of Wealth, this sentence of 'Can immortality be attained?' almost sealed the deal.

　　The Daoists won.

　　Wei Yuan's eyes swept across the crowd. He did not find the person who secretly attacked and shattered his mask by using the hidden aura. The timing of the other party's attack was too clever. It was right after Wei Yuan's Qiankun in the sleeve, and he himself suffered a backlash from divine power, making it difficult to detect.

　　Is it the effect of one of the Buddhist supernatural powers…

　　The danger that Zhujiu Yin spoke of should be that person.

　　If he had come with his main body, he would have exposed his true form at that time.

　　He would have fallen into the calculated chain of fatal disasters.

　　……………………

　　A deathly silence, which could not be broken for a long time.

　　Of course, this silence appeared in a certain tenement building.

　　Qingniao was holding a handful of potba (crispy rice crusts) and was about to stuff it into her mouth.

　　Ju, who had hurriedly returned after temporarily solving an overspeeding shared bicycle, froze, as if someone had raised a fist and punched him hard in the corner of his mouth, and his mouth twitched.

　　Qinyuan was like a little honey embedded in plaster. 'eon', it was a double torment of spirit and body.

　　And then what else did that person say?!

　　Said, 'Can immortality be attained?'

　　So this person has been alive for thousands of years?!

　　Ju murmured: "No wonder, no wonder here, what intestines, what offal, no one lets go, even brains are eaten, no wonder, no wonder... I understand, I understand everything."

　　"No wonder such a nightmare thing as a preserved egg was born."

　　An armadillo's face turned pale.

　　"They also eat rabbits."

　　"All kinds of ways to eat them."

　　Armadillos are strange beasts shaped like rabbits.

　　Even in the era of the *Shan Hai Jing* (Classic of Mountains and Seas), they were weaklings who pretended to be dead when they saw people.

　　Ju nodded.

　　His face was pale, and he added: "But spicy rabbit head is really good."

　　The armadillo was stunned, and then furious.

　　Qinyuan shouted: "Calm down, everyone."

　　The ones gathered here are all harmless among the strange beasts of the *Shan Hai Jing*. The weakest is the armadillo, who directly pretends to be dead when he sees people. The stronger ones are the mixed-blood Qingniao, and the most wicked Ju is just likes to hit people with things, and is much more civilized than the chimpanzee who throws shit. Qinyuan said: "Isn't he just a cook?"

　　"Is there any need to be so nervous?"

　　The beasts were stunned.

　　Then they admired Qinyuan's calmness.

　t deserve to be the boss.

　　Qinyuan nodded, his face unchanged, and raised his head to drink.

　　He brought the honey wine to his mouth.

　　His palms trembled, and as a result, he spilled it all over himself.

　　The beasts were in an awkward silence.

　　Qinyuan paused, his expression unchanged, and looked around, saying: "Don't worry."

　　"This is the human world."

　　"There are laws."

　　"If that cook dares to mess around, there are still Wolong to take care of him."

　　He thought silently in his heart.

　　Should I send more honey to Longhu Mountain…

　　Anyway, anyway, I don't taste good.

　　I can still make honey.

　　Then he thought of the specialty snack called fried silkworm chrysalis, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

　　It seemed that he had already seen the scene of himself going down to meet his ancestors.

　　Grandpa, I'm sorry, our Qinyuan lineage is finished.

　　How did it end?

　　It was eaten to extinction.

　　Fried Qinyuan sprinkled with salt.

　　……………………

　　In Kunlun Yaochi, Wei Yuan, who did not know that a group of harmless strange beasts of the *Shan Hai Jing* couldn't wait to hug their heads and cry, slowly controlled his own aura and retracted his gaze. The debate between Taoism and Buddhism ended at this point, and the remaining matters, it was thought that Taoism would handle them on its own.

　　Wei Yuan's heart moved slightly.

　　Recalling the glacier he had created earlier in the outer seas of Australia, using the Disha Dharma to spit flames and instantly absorb the surrounding heat, under his sleeves, the flame-spitting technique was once again displayed. The heat belonging to Yaochi was instantly drawn away. The divine era's imperial pool would naturally not be frozen by the cold, but the clouds were different.

　　Just as everyone was about to speak.

　　Suddenly, the clouds spread.

　　They only saw the leader of the Taiping Dao get up, leaving them with a back view, his voice calm:

　　"This matter is over."

　　"Everyone, please leave."

　　The vast clouds suddenly surged, and a low dragon roar burst out. A ferocious dragon head appeared. Someone wanted to chase after him, but was rushed by the clouds, and subconsciously stopped and closed their eyes, feeling dazed. Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Snow?!"

　　"It's snowing?!"

　　??

　　It's only autumn now.

　　Everyone was stunned and subconsciously looked over, seeing white snow falling from the sky, and the clouds and rosy clouds also converged. Along with the clouds turning into white snow, the wonderful and magnificent scenery of Kunlun Yaochi gradually disappeared. Because it did not disappear instantly, it made people feel the power and magnificence even more.

　　The Yaochi pavilions under their feet disappeared.

　　But the clouds sent everyone to the ground.

　　The clouds turned into white snow, and the white snow disappeared before it even fell.

　　It was just the falling snow of the clouds and rosy clouds, and Yaochi in the sky, this scene was magnificent enough. Many people watched obsessively. Some people just subconsciously took pictures. Suddenly, a cry of surprise came. Everyone subconsciously turned around and saw a young man rush out, shouting: "Daoist Yuan, disciple Gu Boyan, is willing to serve you."

　　"I have some spare money at home and I am willing to donate it to you."

　　This shout seemed to wake everyone up.

　　Suddenly, many people began to do the same thing, rushing out and shouting.

　　"Daoist Yuan, I have seventeen companies under my name and I am willing to donate them to Taiping Dao!"

　　"Daoist, I only want to serve you!"

　　Some said they wanted to become disciples, and some said they were willing to donate their family property.

　　Some said they were willing to treat a certain company as the property of Taiping Dao, only seeking to learn the techniques of Taiping Dao.

　　Under the possibility of immortality, and the title of Zhuge Wu Hou's disciple from a later generation.

　　Money? What is that?

　　Face? What is that?

　　In a noisy sound, Yaochi still slowly disappeared, and the falling snow and rosy clouds remained. Feng Siyu finally saw the excitement, took out melon seeds and cracked them, watching with great interest, and then saw Wei Yuan turn around and walk towards the way he came. Feng Siyu leaned over and asked curiously: "Curator Wei, aren't you going to watch anymore?"

　　Wei Yuan said: "No more."

　　He added: "Today is Saturday, and the eggs at the farmers' market at the entrance of my house are discounted before 4 pm. I won't make it if I don't hurry."

　　"Jue said she would bring vegetables back."

　　Feng Siyu suddenly realized and said, "Sister Jue said we're going back for dinner together tonight."

　　Wei Yuan nodded, and the Yu clan girl quickly followed behind him.

　　White snow in the sky, two sleeves of clear breeze and clouds.

　　The two of them walked down the mountain against those fanatical people.

　　Feng Siyu regretted: "It's a pity, it would be great if these people were willing to give you the money. Curator Wei, your cultivation is obviously very powerful, so you don't have to be so frugal and rush to the farmers' market."

　　Wei Yuan smiled and said, "That's not true."

　　"Auntie Zhao always sets up her stall at this time. Her ciba (glutinous rice cake) is not available anywhere else. Jue prefers the light taste, but it has to be hot, and if you go late, the taste won't be good; and Uncle Wang's sugar-fried chestnuts are also in the first pot at this time. Don't you like them the most?"

　　"Catching the first bowl of noodles at the night market tastes richer, so I will definitely rush back. There is nothing good to see here anymore. Besides, isn't there that saying…"

　　"If I do not take it in accordance with ritual and righteousness even with the salary of ten thousand *zhong*, what benefit would it be to me?"

　　Feng Siyu muttered, "What does it mean?"

　　Wei Yuan was stunned and smiled: "It means that if I take this money, it will make me feel uncomfortable, then I might as well not have this money, of course, it may not be appropriate to say it here."

　　Feng Siyu suddenly said: "I know, it's Confucianism, I've seen it."

　　"They are already so poor and still pay attention to these things."

　　"We don't have it in our country."

　　Wei Yuan shrugged and said casually:

　　"Perhaps it is precisely because they still pay attention to these bottom lines even when they are poor that they are the original Confucians."

　　"Poverty, power, and wealth cannot change oneself."

　　"Even if they have experienced many things and Confucianism has been distorted many times, these things still exist in the hearts of the people of China."

　　Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly, and he fell into thought.

　　Speaking of which,

　　Wealth cannot corrupt, power cannot subdue, and poverty cannot be moved.

　　These three are the basic requirements for the character of a Confucian.

　　Why didn't Master Kong say something similar to Mencius's saying that power cannot subdue him…

　　Wei Yuan suddenly thought of Master Kong in Jue's mouth.

　　He fell silent, and then came to the conclusion.

　　Because those who want to use power to subdue Master Kong are likely to be taught in the opposite direction by Master Kong, persuading people with reason.

　　After all, that one sleeps with weapons, holds grudges and writes them down every day, and when he meets his enemies on the road, the old man doesn't even bother to go back and get his weapons, and directly teaches him how to be a human with a pair of old fists.

　　Wealth and poverty are not to be mentioned for the time being.

　　Do you want to use force to make him submit?

　　Do you know how to write the four big characters of persuading people with reason?

　　Do you know what it's like when a strong man who can carry the city gate manipulates a four-horse chariot with one hand, and waves a bronze halberd with the other, laughing and singing the *Tang Oath*, and slashing at you?

　　Wei Yuan shook his head, throwing the weird style out of his mind. Really, just because Jue said it once, this style can't get out of his mind. What's the matter? It must be that this style is too brain-burning and grotesque. Wei Yuan smiled self-deprecatingly and walked forward.

　　Feng Siyu was stunned by what he said.

　　She saw Wei Yuan walking for a while before she reacted and strode to catch up.

　　She looked at Wei Yuan, who was thinking about what vegetables to buy, and said:

　　"Sometimes, I think the things developed in China are better than the delicious ones."

　　Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, smiled and nodded, expressing his agreement.

　　Feng Siyu became quiet, put the melon seeds into her small bag. When there was no excitement, cracking melon seeds was a bit boring. She had something she didn't say. Sometimes, she felt that this Curator Wei was very ordinary and amiable, but sometimes he would give people an unspeakable and difficult to see through feeling.

　　A hermit?

　　It's really impossible to see through…

　　Then, a moment later.

　　Wei Yuan looked at the tree and fell silent, then gritted his teeth.

　　"Where's my shared bicycle?!"

　　"Who rode it away?!"

　　He saw the penalty notice posted on the tree that read 'Please do not illegally modify shared bicycles and drive at excessive speeds', stretched out his hand and slapped the tree trunk next to him, and said angrily: "When did I modify it!"

　　"Nonsense!"

　　"Who moved it away, I'm going to sue you for defamation!"

　　Feng Siyu: "…………"

　　The girl was silent.

　　She stretched out her hand and took out the melon seeds.

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