No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 45 Choice
A cat's steward is a person.

Is there a cat demon in the human house, or is there a person in the cat's house?

Taoist Lan saw that there was no bloody aura on the white cat, so it was difficult to tell.

"Since Lai Fu invited you and I also invited you, I think it is fate. Why don't you stay at your house?" the white cat said again.

She didn't know that her steward would invite a Taoist priest to her home.

Lan Dao Ren opened his mouth and refused, "No need."

If the steward could invite powerful Taoist priests from everywhere, trouble would definitely arise in Bai Mao's house.

The White Cat must have had his own purpose for inviting him again.

There is unrest everywhere in the world.

Hiding in the mountains can bring peace and quiet, but in the midst of the mundane world, it is rare to maintain a peaceful mind.

"Go ahead!" Taoist Lan turned his head and looked at the snow flying all over the sky in Xuzhou City.

A white cat is not as interesting as white snow.

"Master..." The white cat was still trying to speak softly, but saw that Master Lan had ignored him.

She didn't dare to force herself to act coquettishly or cutely, for fear of making Master Lan even more unhappy, so she had to retreat little by little.

When she returned to her house and asked the deacon, that was another story.

Xu Shun and Zi Su ate and drank what they wanted, and the dried meat and dry food were really unpalatable.

The pipeline person is both a host and a companion.

At this time, the three of them were sitting around a steaming copper pot, eating something that was like hot pot.

Eating hot pot on this snowy day is really a pleasure.

"That Ji Ya is a poor young man in the city. I kept him in the temple as a deacon because I saw that he was good at speaking." The man said flatteringly:
"Just now he was blind and displeased the distinguished guest. I have ordered people to break his legs and drive him out of the City God Temple."

Ji Ya was the temple priest who had a conflict with Xu Shun in the main hall just now.

"This... doesn't have to be like this, right?" Xu Shun didn't expect that just an argument with him would lead to the temple keeper ending up like this.

In a snowy day, breaking both legs would be fatal, wouldn't it?
If I don't kill Boren, Boren will die because of me.

Xu Shun felt a little bit reluctant.

Even if he had traveled thousands of miles and seen the customs and cultures of different places, Xu Shun would still feel that he was out of tune with this world.

The world was in the situation of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. In the past few years, countries like Liang, Wei, Yan, and Zhao were fighting each other.

In recent years, it has become much quieter.

In troubled times, no one treats others as human beings.

A life, a person's destiny, was blown away by the passing wind.

From the perspective of the temple keeper, he did nothing wrong. He was doing his job according to his status and safeguarding the interests of the City God Temple.

Just because of the distinguished guest Xu Shun, he became the victim of his shortsightedness in offending the distinguished guest.

From Xu Shun's perspective, the temple keeper spoke and acted rudely, but he wouldn't have his legs broken and thrown out of the City God Temple.

"Is it too serious?" Xu Shun thought for a while and said.

"This..." The pipe manager was stunned. He didn't expect that he was flattering the horse and ended up hitting its leg.

"Senior Brother, he deserves to be punished." Zi Su also spoke.

The contact during this period made him feel that his senior brother was a bit fussy, or too soft-hearted.

He traveled around the world, and what he saw and came into contact with were things that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

In order to gain the opportunity to cultivate immortality, there are many cases where fathers and sons turn against each other and brothers kill each other.

His leg was broken, so he had no place to seek justice, right?
If a temple keeper offended them, he would be punished. He would be thrown out with his legs broken and left to his fate. In his opinion, this was a very reasonable punishment.

If my senior brother pleads for the temple priest again, it will not make him look kind, but rather too soft-hearted.

Xu Shun looked at Zi Su, and Zi Su looked at him.

Xu Shun looked at the pipe man, who looked at him flatteringly, even though the pipe man's cultivation was higher than his. Of course the pipe man flattered Xu Shun, because Xu Shun had a good master.
Seeing the plumber's flattering smile, Xu Shun had an epiphany.

It turns out that I am the powerful one!

In the eyes of the temple keeper, is Xu Shun like the son of a powerful and wealthy person, a second-generation immortal?
This is what happened because you offended him.

Should you choose to adapt to the local customs and follow the morals and values ​​of this world?

Or choose to stick to the moral values ​​of your previous life?
Should I choose to become the cultivator Zicai, or the Xu Shun from my previous life?

"It's not appropriate to leave him outside in this heavy snow." Xu Shun finally smiled and said, "Let's find someone to treat him. The friction between him and me is over, why are you still struggling with it?"

Xu Shun made his own choice.

If he adapts to the local customs, then he will be the cultivator Zicai. Is there any difference between him and Zisu, Zishu, or any other cultivator?

That's not him.

Nor is it "me".

He wants to be the monk Xu Shun!
He was unwilling to give up his persistence and go with the flow!

"Just listen to your orders!" When the pipeline man heard Xu Shun say this, he no longer worried about the temple priest's matter.

As long as the distinguished guest doesn't mind, it doesn't matter whether the temple keeper is alive or dead.

As long as the distinguished guest minds, the temple keeper must die.

Zi Su glanced at her senior brother. With such a character, she knew that she would definitely suffer a great loss in the future!

I just don’t know what the eldest and second brothers are like.

After a full meal, regardless of the steward's other arrangements, Xu Shun and Zi Su went back to their rooms to start their daily homework.

On the second day, as soon as the sun came out, the three of them set out again, heading north.

The further north you go, the colder it gets.

After walking for about seven or eight days, we arrived at a village.

The name of the village is Qinghua Village.

"We're here. We've reached the sect." Taoist Lan said.

"Huh?" Xu Shun and Zi Su were stunned when they looked at the ordinary village.

No, this is the Qinghua School?
Xu Shun could see clearly that the village was not big, with dozens of households scattered along a clear stream. The village was surrounded by endless fields covered with snow.

The houses in the village are all made of adobe and blue bricks. They look ordinary and don’t look like any immortal cultivation sect at all.

Xu Shun knew that the Qinghua Sect was a large sect with a long history in the world of immortal cultivation, and that several cultivators had ascended to the immortal world.

He had imagined countless times what the Qinghua Sect was like?

Is it deep in the fairy mountain, among the peaks?

Or is it a floating island above the sky?
How come it's not like this?

Taoist Lan didn't say anything, he just walked in front, and Xu Shun and Zi Su followed.

The sound of them walking on the snow naturally alarmed the villagers.

Some people heard the noise and went out. When they saw Lan Dao Ren and his two companions, they stood silently by and bowed.

Taoist Lan just nodded to them slightly and brought his two disciples to a wall in the village.

It was a faded mural with the sun, moon, stars, and mountains painted on it. In the mountains, there was a village, and in the village there was also a mural.

The content of the mural is unclear.

"Follow me in." With that, Taoist Lan walked towards the mural, as if he had walked into another world.

Xu Shun and Zi Su looked at each other and followed.

Then, they came to the Qinghua Sect.

(End of this chapter)