Chapter 311 This, This Is…

Lin Shouyi almost lost his ability to speak.

He simply stared at the Daoist in black, sitting on the mountainside, fishing in the endless sea of clouds. He saw the dragon-like giant snake coiling, and the mysterious patterns on the massive turtle's back. What shook his soul even more was the scene unfolding in the clouds below.

It was the great calamity that would befall Longhu Mountain in the future.

Even the Eight Immortals, even the Jade Emperor, even turbid world figures like Dou Zhan and Jin Yun, the ancient Yu the Great, all fought and killed each other, pushing down even one of the ancestral veins of the Daoist sect in the human world. Such a battle, almost a recreation of mythology,

Was merely the sea of clouds for fishing? Sitting alone and fishing the future!

No matter how they fought and killed, how turbulent the other side was, it was just a ripple in the sea of clouds.

Precisely because he was a true Daoist cultivator did Lin Shouyi understand how terrifying and profound such an act was. He subconsciously took a deep breath, then looked at the Daoist in black robes before him, and asked, "Guardian…"

His voice paused. For some reason, after what had just happened, he couldn't bring himself to call him "Daoist Friend Wei Yuan." After a long silence, Lin Shouyi softly said, "Has the Heavenly Lord been watching all along? Just watching without intervening?"

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "No."

The Daoist, his black hair falling, casually placed the bamboo pole on the nearby bluestone. A bird landed on the pole, gently pecking, its voice clear and bright. It was just an ordinary bamboo pole, but when held in the hands of the Yuanshi Tianzun (Primordial Heavenly Lord), it possessed incomparably profound power. The Daoist casually replied:

"I only locked onto that era just now, using the karma of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

"Originally, that should have been the opportunity for me to return to that era, but for some reason, I still can't return, can't completely go back. But being able to bring Daoist Friend Lin's human soul here can be considered a good result. Hmm, not a loss."

"Come, Daoist friend, have some tea. This tea is a plain tea that Xuan'er personally picked during the misty weather. The taste is slightly bitter, but the aftertaste is quite long, and the soul body can also use it to nourish itself."

Lin Shouyi opened his mouth.

Crossing eras, fishing for a great battle from thousands of years in the past… such methods had completely exceeded his imagination.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a while. By the time he reacted, he was already sitting next to the stone table, having drunk three cups of clear tea to stabilize his soul. The black snake, its scales like huge bluestones, slithered over, carrying the teapot and teacups.

A worried look appeared on Lin Shouyi's face as he said, "Then if you bring me here, what will you do?" The Daoist naturally replied, "We met once, so being able to save you once is the best outcome."

"As for me…"

"At worst, I'll slowly wait for time to pass, and eventually return to my original era." The black-haired Daoist had a gentle expression, his brow clear and bright. He lowered his eyes to pour tea, and calmly said, "Just a thousand years."

Just a thousand years.

Those six words still made Lin Shouyi's palm tremble slightly. After a long while, he let out a long breath and couldn't help but look at the turbulent waves and crashing thunder in the sea of clouds, and softly said, "Isn't the Heavenly Lord going to help the human world get through this tribulation?" He paused, then realized something and realized he was wrong. Ordinary people's attacks are blocked by the water surface, so how could they influence something separated by the abstruse existence of time?

Being able to bring his human soul here from such chaotic primordial energy turbulence was already extremely difficult. Striking across the years would inevitably cause the attack to be eroded by time in the long river of years, ultimately losing most of its power. Moreover, the opponent was a Vajra body at the Dao fruit level.

Regret and apology arose in Lin Shouyi's heart.

Concern clouds the mind.

He was a little too anxious and ended up saying something that put Wei Yuan in an awkward position.

Wei Yuan held the tea and watched the turbid world Dou Zhan displaying his power amidst the thunder, either narrowly avoiding the sword qi, or wielding his heavy weapon to shatter the thunder. Vajra body, unparalleled strength. He was incredibly powerful. Wei Yuan touched Xuanyuan Sword with his right hand, shook his head, and faintly said:

"If one sword can't kill him, then I won't attack." Lin Shouyi didn't know how to respond.

The black-haired Daoist looked at the old man and smiled gently, "Just consider it me being stubborn and saying I can't do it. However, the human world has others who can take action to overcome this calamity."

"So you don't have to worry.

"On the other hand, Daoist Friend Lin, now that your seven earthly souls are scattered, and your heavenly and earthly souls are in the hands of Nuwa, what are your plans?"

Lin Shouyi's expression paused. Thinking of his own state, his expression dimmed, and he sighed with emotion for a long time. Wei Yuan looked at the tea in his hand and waited for a while before saying:

"However, given Daoist friend's situation, I have two methods here. You can choose either one. First, I can help you reincarnate in this era, but with only the life soul, the three souls and seven earthly souls are incomplete. Perhaps you will have to wander in the mortal world, and only after a thousand years will you be able to retrieve the remaining souls and return to normal.

"The advantage is that you can experience the seven emotions and six desires of the human world, and observe the changes in the world with a calm heart. Returning to your peak will be a step into the sky. But the disadvantage is that you may wander and suffer even more, and may fall into the confusion of the womb and be unable to extricate yourself."

"The second option is that you can cultivate here with me."

"Although the soul cannot last forever, it can be entrusted to the spirits and souls of the mountains.

"You don't have to change your appearance, and you can always retain your memories. Perhaps after a thousand years, there may still be a reunion with old friends."

Lin Shouyi was silent for a long time, a look of struggle appearing on his face. Finally, he slowly exhaled and said, "I choose the second one."

Wei Yuan was slightly surprised, "Oh?"

He almost said it directly, "The first one seems to allow you to reach a higher realm." But Lin Shouyi seemed to have finally understood and laughed freely:

"Perhaps, as the Heavenly Lord said, reincarnating as a human and undergoing bitter cultivation in the mortal world can lead to greater achievements in future Daoist practice. Having and losing, losing and regaining, is what allows one to possess a higher realm. I was almost tempted."

"But this old Daoist suddenly thought that if I don't reincarnate, then a thousand years later, when that old fellow Zhang Ruosu is standing in front of my grave mourning, I can suddenly walk out with wine in hand, pat him on the shoulder, and give him a fright. Thinking of that scene, I suddenly feel that it's better not to reincarnate."

"I see."

Wei Yuan slowly nodded, his voice gentle, "Not being confined to the height of the realm, but choosing the life that one's heart desires, that can be considered the Daoist path of freedom. Perhaps Daoist Friend Lin will one day reach a realm even farther than reincarnating as a human and cultivating for a thousand years."

"Then, Daoist friend, this is the last cup of tea." The black-haired Daoist raised the cup in his hand and smiled, "See you again in a thousand years."

Lin Shouyi was calm and drank the tea in one gulp, "Thank you, Heavenly Lord."

When he put down the teacup, the old man's human soul slowly dissipated, or rather, condensed.

As if guided by some mysterious force, it slowly transformed into a point of spiritual light and landed where he was sitting. It was a seed, and then, in an instant, the stone table had changed.

Roots grew out from under it, and rings appeared on its surface. It was a wooden stump, with fallen leaves on it. The wide view around was immediately obscured by countless trees and branches. This was no longer a mountain, but a deep forest, with a secluded ancient path and fallen leaves everywhere.

The teacup in Wei Yuan's hand was a yellow leaf of autumn.

He casually put it down, then picked up the point of spiritual light, took Zhang Junbao, who was still Zhang Sanfeng in this era, and walked forward. He walked to the depths of the mountain forest, placed the point of spiritual light representing Lin Shouyi into the soil of the mountain, and watched as the earth cracked, accommodating the seed within.

The black-haired Daoist stood up and said, "Daoist Friend Lin, see you again in the future."

"Lin Shouyi."

"Since his surname is Lin, then he will transform into a forest, guarding for a thousand years. Everything has its cause and effect." Zhang Junbao muttered to himself:

"Lin Shouyi, Yi (頤)? The old Daoist's name is also one of the sixty-four hexagrams." Zhu Yuanzhang next to him raised his head in confusion and asked, "Sixty-four hexagrams?"

Zhang Sanfeng reached out and rubbed the top of Zhu Yuanzhang's head, explaining in a gentle voice, "Mountain Thunder Yi (頤) is pure nourishment, it is the Yi hexagram."

"This hexagram is composed of different trigrams, Zhen and Gen. Zhen is thunder, and Gen is mountain. The mountain is above and the thunder is below, externally solid and internally empty."

"The image says that this hexagram represents encountering a mountain and transforming, seeing thunder and finding good fortune, so all things are nourished and continue to live. It fits the current situation. I don't know who gave this old Daoist his name, but it matches his experience."

Wei Yuan ignored the voices of the two people over there and only lowered his eyes to look at the land in front of him.

Strands of Yin and Yang energy fell on that point of spiritual light and finally transformed into a tender sprout, breaking out of the soil. Suddenly, a gentle voice filled with smiles asked:

"Just now, that Daoist asked you why you didn't take action, and you said that one sword couldn't kill that monkey." "Interesting, but I wonder if the Heavenly Lord is just trying to save face?"

The black-haired Daoist didn't turn his head, and faintly said, "If one sword can't kill him, then two swords are needed." The voice seemed to fall silent, and then asked:

"It seems that you are not surprised by my appearance?"

The black-haired Daoist suddenly laughed and said, "Didn't you already send a calling card?" "I knew when Yuanzhang went up the mountain.

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"My staying here and not leaving is to wait for you."

The black-haired Daoist slightly raised his eyes, his expression gentle. Beneath his sleeves, Yin and Yang energy suddenly flowed and changed, and in an instant transformed into a painting. Then, with a rustling sound, the painting suddenly spread out, encircling this place in circles.

Yin and Yang energy, deriving the two polarities, the Eight Trigrams followed, instantly transforming into the Sixty-Four Trigrams, layered upon layered, without end. Qingping Sword pointed to the ground as one.

The Daoist's hands seemed to hold the heavens and the earth, his wrists turned, the heavens and earth overturned, pressing on the sword hilt, and gently said, "Please, Daoist friend."

"Give me a reason not to kill you."