Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1964 A Thought for a Thousand Years

Let go of one thought, and you will find complete freedom.

These eight simple words are easy to say, but how many people can truly "let go" and reach a state of "freedom"?

In one's life, there are too many things that one cannot let go of.

Love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance.

Fame, fortune, power, sex, and desire.

Good or evil.

Whether it's for the greater good or for personal gain.

They are all things I can't let go of, filling the path I've traveled.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but recall the "three days" of enlightenment she had just experienced, as if she had retraced her past path countless times.

A leaf contains a world, a thought contains a thousand years.

In the war-torn city of Lin'an, he tried to take different paths time and time again.

Despite his efforts to save the seriously ill old man Liu, he was trapped in Lin'an City and died under the spears of enemy soldiers.

He escaped Lin'an before the city fell, but died on the way to escape famine.

He refused to join the Wenshi Sect and became a rogue cultivator, practicing alone. Later, he was killed while participating in a treasure hunt.

He did not know Mu Yinyin.

Watching the Wenshi Sect being destroyed by the Wanhu Realm Floating Demon Sect.

The demon race invaded the three thousand cultivation worlds.

When the great calamity descended, the Myriad Realms were swallowed by a spatial black hole...

Liu Qinghuan clearly understood everything she cared about.

Then let everything perish.

But without those things, what will he face and gain?

What's the point of a life devoid of color, of being a heartless, loveless, and ruthless person?
So he did the opposite; he wanted to get everything he cared about.

He is the Daoist leader, the supreme ruler from the highest heavens to the deepest depths, and all must submit to his rule!

He fell into demonic ways and acted recklessly.

He indulged in sensual pleasures and lived a life of debauchery.

……

Time and again, he retraced the path of cultivation, each different choice prompting him to question himself.

What kind of path is this Great Dao?

What is the purpose of achieving immortality?
When he finally gave up practicing the "Sitting in Oblivion and Longevity Scripture" for the last time, and lived a life full of hardships and difficulties as a mortal, he finally understood.

Letting go is the same as not being able to let go, and not being able to let go is also a form of letting go.

What does it matter if one is mortal or immortal?

Mortals lead a life of suffering and insignificance; are immortals then carefree and without worries?
No.

Mortals have their own peace and joy, while immortals have their own resentment and struggles.

Immortals and mortals are the same.

Gain and loss are determined by fate; the mind remains unchanged.
The wind does not stir, and one remains compliant with the Way.

The road is long and far away, and I will search up and down.

Three days, or rather, a moment of profound enlightenment that felt like a thousand years in a single thought, brought Liu Qinghuan a sudden and clear understanding of his mind.

Those things that had once imprisoned him, many of which were shackles he had put on himself, all disappeared with it.

Since advancing to the seventh level of Mahayana, the tribulations that had not yet been overcome have finally been completed, and his realm has truly become stable.

"So, Jingjue's sudden return this time really did you a big favor." Yun Zheng stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "Very good, now I know who to turn to if I encounter a bottleneck in my cultivation in the future!"

Liu Qinghuan laughed heartily, feeling only a gentle breeze and a bright moon, her heart clear and serene.

"The three of us finally reunited, but due to various matters, we parted again in the blink of an eye, without even having a proper chat. Let's wait until he returns from the Tai Ming Realm; then we must have a proper get-together. By the way, have you been in the Haotian Purgatory Tower all these years? What's the situation there now?"

"It's nothing special, that tower is about to collapse." Yun Zheng said without much emotion, "We spent a lot of effort repairing the barrier, but it only slowed down the spread of the top-level time maze."

However, it should be able to hold out until the Tower of Purgatory disappears again. As for whether it will collapse when it reappears next time…

Yun Zheng shrugged: "Let's do our best and leave the rest to fate!"

Liu Qinghuan had anticipated this: "That's the only way."

"Fortunately, my efforts weren't in vain." Yun Zheng smiled and said, "Many restrictions and barriers in the Purgatory Tower contain a number of lost ancient techniques and secrets, which are well worth exploring."

He rummaged in his sleeve for a moment and took out several boxes.

"These are a few magic arrays I created based on the restrictions inside the tower. Take them if you like them."

Liu Qinghuan examined it briefly, and was delighted. She accepted it without hesitation.

"Thanks! The Jade Dew Qionghua Grass I planted is almost ripe. Once it's refined into Qionghua Pills, I'll give you two bottles."

"Qionghua Pill?"

"A pill that can enhance one's cultivation level in the late Mahayana stage."

Yun Zheng clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Although my cultivation has not yet reached the late stage of Mahayana, it's always good to be prepared!"

After exchanging the magic arrays and pills as usual, the two started talking about other things.

Everyone has been very busy these past few years, and it's rare to have time to sit together, drink, and chat like this. Yun Zheng didn't leave until the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Slightly tipsy, Liu Qinghuan wandered around Songxi Cave, watering the various spiritual herbs and immortal plants in the medicine field with the Qi of Green Wood before returning to the quiet room.

"I'm going to continue my long-term seclusion. You and Fu Bao don't need to stay outside. Whether you're cultivating or doing something else, go and do your own thing."

"Yes, Master." Yueqin nodded. "We are all in the cave next door. Just call us if you need anything."

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and turned back, saying, "Master, Huitian said yesterday that he had something he wanted to talk to you about."

"Little Stone Monkey?" Liu Qinghuan asked curiously, "What has it been doing lately? Why doesn't it come and tell me itself? Once I open this Dragon Gate, it might not be for decades before it reopens!"

"I don't know either." Yueyan was also a little confused: "Should I go and call it over now?"

"Go."

Soon, the little stone monkey poked its head out of the doorway.

"Why are you acting so sneaky?" Liu Qinghuan asked curiously.

The little stone monkey seemed relieved, hopping and skipping into the room, then suddenly asked cautiously, "Um... the monks won't come back, will they?"

Liu Qinghuan glanced at it: "No. What are you worried about?"

"Hehehe, no!"

"I heard you wanted to see me?"

"Yes!" The little stone monkey jumped in front of him and accused, "You said you would help me place the Buddha statue. It's been so long, have you forgotten?"

Liu Qinghuan felt a little embarrassed; he seemed to have indeed forgotten.

"Oh, have you chosen where to build the Buddhist temple? But it would be best if it were a place where I could provide protection, such as the Bamboo Sea or the Cloud Dream Marsh."

"I've made my choice!" The little stone monkey's eyes darted around. "I want to forge a magic weapon so I can carry it with me at all times."

Liu Qinghuan was taken aback: "Why do you carry it with you at all times?"

The little stone monkey suddenly became a little shy: "I'm afraid someone will steal them."

"Who would steal a few stone Buddha statues... No, you suspect that Jingjue and Yuanming would steal them?"

Liu Qinghuan found it unbelievable and couldn't help but laugh or cry.

Seeing the little stone monkey blinking without answering, he suddenly seemed to realize something: "Could there be some secret behind those Buddha statues?"

"No!" the little stone monkey shouted, looking guilty, and emphasized again, "No!"

Liu Qinghuan looked at it suspiciously, but after a while, she decided not to pursue the matter further and instead asked, "You know how to forge weapons?"

"No!" the little stone monkey said matter-of-factly, "You refine it for me!"

(End of this chapter)