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Chapter 121 Proving the Dao

"This—" Qi Fei sighed, his tone carrying a sense of helplessness, as if it were a long story. "My sect—"

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"Internal strife within the sect — the sect leader's health is in trouble —"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his hesitant expression, coupled with that sigh, was enough for Wu Mengsheng to understand.

He nodded slightly and did not ask any further questions.

Nowadays, it's not easy for any true lineage sect to survive.

Then, his magic power spread out silently, carrying invisible fluctuations that enveloped the area three feet around the two of them.

The fluctuations exist both in reality and between "name" and "reality." Like an invisible curtain, hanging from head to toe, they separate the two from the noise of the outside world.

In this way, their conversation will not be overheard by others.

Qi Fei was a fellow Daoist and confidant whom Wu Mengsheng recognized. What were the others?

The voice of "sword" suddenly rang in Qi Fei's mind, carrying a rare seriousness: "A person, his magical power—"

It looks somewhat familiar.

Qi Fei did not respond to "sword". He looked at Wu Mengsheng, waiting for him to continue.

"I can understand your sect. The great war in the cultivation world a thousand years ago," Wu Mengsheng said, "led to the decline and even disappearance of many sects."

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"Among them is the Fushan Sword Sect."

Qi Fei's heart skipped a beat.

A thousand years, and then another thousand years.

He walked all the way from Nanshan Town to Nantianfang, and along the way he heard too many things about "a thousand years".

A thousand years ago, a cultivator from the Fushan Sword Sect entered the Seven Illusions Sword Formation, leaving behind the "Dao Ming Sword." He died and his Dao vanished, thus creating the "Sword."

Zhongli Xingyao said that a thousand years ago, the Five Thunder Sect participated in a great battle, and then declined, leaving only her.

For a thousand years, there has been no legend of anyone becoming an immortal in the cultivation world.

He used to think of these things as scattered, fragmented information, but now he suddenly understands.

It turns out, it was all because of that great war a thousand years ago.

"A war that lasted a thousand years," Qi Fei pondered for a moment, then asked, "was it really this brutal?"

"It was extremely tragic." Wu Mengsheng said with a serious expression, "I heard from my master that the great battle caused many sects to perish and decline, never to return to their former glory."

"Who won?" Qi Fei asked.

"have no idea."

"What about the Floating Mountain Sword Sect?"

"The sect declined, its scriptures were divided up, and it became several other sects. There are quite a few sects in the entire southern part of the South China Sea that are related to the Fushan Sword Sect."

"What are we fighting for?" Qi Fei asked again. "It can't be for resources, can it?"

Wu Mengsheng shook his head.

"No, it is to prove the truth," he said, "to prove the truth in my heart."

Qi Fei immediately understood.

The world appears different to different cultivators. Humans can never truly know the world as it is.

Because the world we see and perceive are all the "appearances" and "names" of the world, and are all aspects of the world.

The same is true of the Dao. The Dao is there, unchanging and immovable, yet everyone sees it differently.

In addition, since everyone's cognition, experience, and thinking are different, everyone's view of "Tao" is also different, and they are all aspects of "Tao".

How can one prove that their "Tao" is correct?

First, a theory is proposed, then it is debated, and finally, it is demonstrated.

Only through proof can one demonstrate that their "Tao" aligns with the Great Tao, and that the path they are on is correct while the paths others are on are wrong.

Just like the two factions of sword cultivators in the Seven Illusions Sword Formation.

One school of thought believes that matter generates consciousness, while the other school of thought believes that consciousness generates matter.

They set up the Seven Illusion Sword Formation, intending to use a thousand years to prove who was right and who was wrong.

Unfortunately, they didn't live to see the result, they didn't see the "sword" appear, they didn't live to see the moment that would prove everything.

They vanished into the annals of history, leaving behind only the Seven Illusions Sword Formation.

It also resembles Zen wisdom.

In order to practice the "Tao" in his heart and to "save all people from the sea of ​​suffering", he used his own strength to gather the strength of all beings and built Alaya.

Qi Fei debated with him, saying and arguing so much, but what was the result?

Zenzhi did not listen to him, and the Ksitigarbha followers continued to hunt him down. If Zenzhi had not finally realized his mistake, Qi Fei would probably be dead by now.

Finally, although Zenzhi realized he might be wrong, did he heed Qi Fei's advice?

do not know.

He wants to prove his faith in his own way. He can listen to what others say, think about it, and ponder it in his heart.

But in the end, he still has to prove it according to his own original intention.

Otherwise, wouldn't we be proving the truth for others?

This is the cultivation of a monk.

A cultivator's practice is not only about accumulating magical power or plundering resources, but about proving the Dao, proving the Dao in one's heart.

Anyone who stands in their way to enlightenment will die. There is no room for negotiation, no possibility of reconciliation.

Because you are their greatest enemy, as you prevent them from practicing the great path in their hearts.

So what if different schools of thought attain different paths, or even contradict each other?

For example, when Zen Master encountered another cultivator with the same Golden Core cultivation level, the two sat down and debated for three days and three nights before parting on bad terms.

And then what? Then there's only one choice left.

kill.

Only by killing the opponent can one's path be proven.

If you obstruct my path to enlightenment, I will kill you. There is no hatred, no cause or reason, it is simply that I want to attain enlightenment, and you are blocking my way.

Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together, nor can they share the same sky.

"So simple," Qi Fei sighed after figuring it out, "yet so cruel."

"This is what it means to become an immortal," Wu Mengsheng said. "If you can't even understand the Dao within your own heart, how can you become an immortal?"

He was right.

With higher cultivation levels and greater magical power, one can live longer.

But if all he talks about are other people's ways and their reasons, and all he thinks about are other people's ideas, then is he still himself?

No. He is a shell filled with the thoughts of others, devoid of his own thoughts.

What kind of immortal can such a person become?

How can one become an immortal if one doesn't even have "oneself"?

"A single conversation with you is worth more than ten years of study!" Qi Fei said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

He wouldn't have known any of this if he hadn't met Wu Mengsheng.

Wu Mengsheng said calmly, "Since we are fellow Daoists, what is there that cannot be said? Saying thank you is too polite."

Qi Fei laughed loudly, "Great! I'll treat you to some drinks, fellow Daoist."

After saying that, he ordered the servants in the hall to serve wine.

Meanwhile, at a table diagonally opposite them, Wang Qin and her maid were secretly watching them.

"Weird guys," Wang Qin whispered, "two weirdos."

She was bored in the room, so she dragged her maid out to find some fun.

But to her surprise, instead of finding any fun, she encountered two oddballs. One had been cooped up indoors for over ten days without leaving the house, and the other played a piece of music so awful it made you want to jump into the sea.

The two of them actually sat down together, chatting and laughing.

The maid put down the teacup and said, "Miss, those two might be true cultivators?"

"All true cultivators are lunatics," Wang Qin said, shaking her head.

Several years ago, before she had even begun her spiritual practice, her father found a true practitioner.

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