No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 50 Feast and Song

Year is a very strange concept for monks.

When Lan Dao was still a mortal, year was a very long concept.

A year has four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Winter, especially, is extremely difficult to endure.

After he became a monk, he felt that a year passed very quickly.

At the beginning, I could still remember every year, but later, in the blink of an eye, one retreat would last for several years, even more than ten years.

It seemed like just a few days or a dozen days.

Fast, too fast.

So, he seldom celebrates the New Year.

Even during the Chinese New Year, I am alone.

For example, celebrating the New Year with his disciples was many years ago, when his two disciples Zi Shu and Zi Ran were still around.

"Your Senior Brother Zishu has probably reached the Realization Stage and is about to try to reach the Soul Stage. The Soul Stage is very dangerous, and he is too rigid. I don't know if he can make it through this stage."

Lan Daoren took a sip of wine and said.

The New Year's Eve dinner was very sumptuous, with chicken, fish, meat, eggs, and both meat and vegetables. In addition to the abundant produce in the mountains, the most important thing was that in Lan Dao's kitchen, there was a group of monsters with pots, pans, and bowls.

When they heard that Master Lan wanted them to cook, they were even happier than Master Lan.

Dong dong dong, dang dang, the whole table of food was cooked very quickly, making Xu Shun very envious.

I also know why Lan Dao can't cook.

With this fully automatic kitchen, there is no need for a cook.

The wine he drank was also a fruit wine that had been collected for many years, and it tasted mellow and slightly sweet.

"Your second senior brother Zi Ran's temperament is different from your first senior brother Zi Shu's old-fashioned temperament. He has a very impatient temper and gets angry easily."

Lan Daoist recalled: "When they were training in the courtyard, he and Zishu were the ones who competed in swordsmanship every day."

"If you count carefully, it has been one or two hundred years. He is now in the Golden Core Stage. I wonder if he can surpass the Realization Stage and break through to the Soul Stage."

"Otherwise, in another 100 or 200 years, my life span will be almost over."

If a cultivator does not reach the Yuanshen stage, he can only live for 500 years in the Jindan stage. Only after breaking through to the Yuanshen stage can he live for 1,000 years.

Taoist Lan accepted them as his disciples one or two hundred years ago. If they don't break through their primordial spirits, Taoist Lan will have to watch his disciples die of old age in one or two hundred years.

Although Lan Dao Ren may have ascended to the immortal world long ago and could not see this scene.

"Those two bastards didn't even come back during the Chinese New Year. I don't know where they went! I haven't seen them for a long time."

"I just hope I don't die in some corner of the immortal world!"

Taoist Lan kept on talking, not realizing that he was the one who started the group out there.

His two apprentices didn’t know he was coming back today!

"I don't know what you two can achieve in your cultivation." Taoist Lan looked at Xu Shun and Zi Su who were silent and said, "Cultivation is your own business."

"As a teacher, I can only pass on my experience to you. I hope you can take a different path from mine."

"Even though I don't like Zishu's personality, I am very pleased."

He and his immortal master have very different personalities.

"Yes! Master!" Xu Shun and the other person nodded in response.

"What year is it tonight? I raise my cup to ask the heavens! Heaven, I will finally be with you again!" Lan Dao Ren would sing after drinking, and his singing was very unpleasant:

"I want to ride the wind and go back, but I'm afraid it's too cold up there in the jade buildings!" The song sounded like a broken gong, but under the moonlight, the spirits that Xu Shun had seen in the courtyard during the day came out from the corners of the courtyard, circled around their master and apprentice, and then swayed to the rhythm of Lan Daoren's song.

It was very similar to the Yunnan torch dance that Xu Shun experienced in his previous life.

The difference is that now the master and the apprentice act as torches.

As the brooms, mops, pots and pans swayed, the moonlight from the sky was attracted to hang down, making the area much brighter.

On New Year's Eve, under the moon, songs and spirits, it's like a dream.

Xu Shun was so amused that he couldn't help singing: "Fifty years of human life, compared with the eternity of heaven and earth, is like a dream or an illusion. How can those who are born once be immortal?"

Life only lasts for a few decades, and a cultivator only lives for a few hundred years. Compared with the long existence of heaven and earth, it is like a dream, both short and illusory.

And every person who has ever lived will eventually die out, no one can escape this eternal law.

So live every day to the fullest.

"Too old-fashioned! But it suits your personality!" Taoist Lan commented.

He knew that Xu Shun had experienced two lives, but he didn't know that Xu Shun had experienced the era of information explosion and was probably exposed to more information than he had in the past few hundred years as a cultivator.

Xu Shun has figured out life and death, survival and choice, and he has his own persistence.

Zi Su found it interesting and couldn't help singing a line as well: "I look at the avenue, it's like a towering green mountain, I think the avenue looking down on me should be the same."

By chance, he became a disciple of Lan Daoren, and the lame monk who was originally wandering around the world became a disciple of Qinghua Sect. Zi Su's mind was full of thoughts about practicing well and becoming an immortal.

He has visions for the great road and hopes for the future.

"That's quite interesting!" Lan Daoren said with a smile, "My disciple has great ambitions."

Then he laughed and sang: "The wind, the lamp and the bubbles are both sad, but I am unwilling to give up my glory and keep it. The pearl hidden under the chin should be taken away, who else can I ask for the Tao in my body? My talent is so elegant that I am called a fairy, and my wisdom is as bright as a big treasure tortoise. Half of the green mountains are nowhere to be found, so I will hold hands with you and talk about Xiyi."

"I hope to meet my disciples in the fairyland one day!" he encouraged.

What with the early ascension and the drastic changes of the times, at this moment, Lan Daoren faced them all calmly.

He has encountered too many difficulties in his life, not even this one.

"Okay! Now I am far behind Master. When we are in the Immortal Realm, I may even ask Master for advice!" Xu Shun drank and his mouth became bigger:

"Master, if you lose, don't get angry and embarrassed!"

"Ha!" Lan Daoist heard Xu Shun's arrogant words, but he was not angry. He laughed and said, "I am looking forward to the day when I will defeat you!"

"Hahaha~ You want to ask my master for advice! Interesting, really interesting!" Lan Dao Ren laughed happily.

Among his four disciples, he found Xu Shun the most interesting.

A little nagging, lawless, and a little stubborn.

Many characteristics that would never appear in one person appear in one person.

It's complicated and interesting.

The three of them, the master and his disciples, drank, chatted, boasted, and sang. They chatted for a long time and sang until very late, accompanied by the rhythm of the goblins' swaying heads.

Until the banquet was over.

On New Year's Eve, Xu Shun had a great year and he felt the long-lost feeling of home.

That night, Xu Shun broke through the fourth level of Qi training and became a cultivator of the fifth level of Qi training.

As long as he breaks through to the ninth level of Qi training, he will start to build his foundation.

On the second day, Taoist Lan took them to the ancestral temple to worship the ancestor.

(End of this chapter)