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Is Chapter 150 really that difficult?

What kind of person is Zhang Jie?

He himself couldn't explain it clearly. It's already difficult enough for people to see others clearly, let alone see themselves clearly.

He traveled by boat to the ends of the earth to seek refuge with a relative in order to make a living. He even boarded the boat secretly.

However, he did the opposite and went to the upper level, which is why he wasn't discovered.

At that time, he never thought of becoming a monk.

The monks were far removed from people like him who struggled to make a living!

But by a twist of fate, he met Wang Qin. Through Wang Qin, he also met Master Long, and gradually came into contact with that once unattainable world.

He originally thought that people like Long Shi were cultivators.

Whether it's true or false teachings, aren't we all cultivators? What's the difference?

But when the Dragon King stirred up the sea, dark clouds loomed overhead, and giant waves surged, and true cultivators like Qi Fei and Wu Mengsheng actually made their move, he realized how wrong he had been.

Master Long always criticizes the True Dharma cultivators behind their backs, making it seem like True Dharma is nothing special.

But when faced with a terrifying being like the Dragon King, it was the true cultivators who stepped up and saved the entire ship.

He didn't know what dangers the true Dharma posed.

All he knew was that Qi Fei was alive and well, and Wu Mengsheng was alive and well too.

They are not only alive and well, but they are even better off than Master Long and Wang Qin, and better off than anyone else on this ship.

The only thing that's bothering him right now is that he doesn't understand what Qi Fei is saying at all.

He lay in the cabin, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the story Qi Fei had told him.

Why is the world we see not the real world?

He was having a headache from thinking so much that he turned over, then over again, covered his face with the blanket, and then pulled it off.

Moonlight streamed in through the porthole, casting a small, silvery-white spot on the bedside. He stared at the spot for a long time, his mind still a complete blank.

The giant loach rocked gently, like a huge cradle, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

On the same night, in the same cabin, another person who couldn't sleep was Wang Qin.

Zhang Jie hasn't come back for a day.

The person she used as a punching bag simply vanished into thin air.

Two hours later, Wang Qin realized that Zhang Jie had not returned, and she paced back and forth in the room in a fit of anger.

She gritted her teeth, already determined that when Zhang Jie returned, she would give him a good beating and scolding to teach him a lesson and see if he would dare to leave without saying goodbye again.

Three hours later, Zhang Jie was still nowhere to be found.

Her anger burned even brighter. Beating and scolding him was no longer enough to vent her anger. She decided to punish him further by making him kneel on the deck until dawn!

This is what happens when you make her angry.

Four hours passed, and Zhang Jie still hadn't returned.

Wang Qin gradually became restless.

She sat by the window, looking at the dark sea outside, when a thought suddenly popped into her head.

Zhang Jie—is he not coming back?

Won't----

Probably not.

The little puppy that followed her around like a shadow, being bossed around by her, was treated like a toy for her amusement.

Will those things never come back?

Even he's going to abandon her?

She couldn't help but start to overthink.

Was he kidnapped? Did he fall into the sea by accident? Did something happen to him?

How could that timid, obsequious man who tried so hard to please her just leave like that?

She finally couldn't resist any longer and sent her maid out to find out if Zhang Jie had encountered any danger outside.

Five hours passed, and there was still no news of Zhang Jie.

When the maid returned, she hadn't found out anything. Zhang Jie seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

Wang Qin knew that Zhang Jie might really not be coming back.

In that instant, she suddenly felt a little broken. Even the beings she had always looked down upon had abandoned her!

She suddenly stood up, grabbed the teapot on the table, and smashed it on the ground, shards of porcelain flying everywhere.

Then came the cups, plates, and vases, one after another, smashing them all into a mess.

The maid turned pale with fright and quickly stepped forward to stop her, otherwise she would have even knocked the bronze dressing mirror to the ground.

"The cult is in turmoil, I can't contact the Dragon Master, and even he has abandoned me—" Wang Qin's voice suddenly changed as she was falling, her tone became nasal, her eyes reddened, and she finally burst into tears.

She squatted amidst the shards of broken porcelain, hugging her shoulders, tears streaming down her face.

At that moment, she felt that everyone in the world had betrayed her.

The maid walked over quietly, knelt down, draped an outer robe over her shoulders, and said softly, "Miss, I'm still here."

The two grew up together, and although they were nominally mistress and servant, they were as close as sisters. Through all the ups and downs of the years, the maid had never left her side.

Wang Qin looked up, her eyes blurry with tears, at the maid's familiar face. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over, embracing the maid and weeping bitterly.

She cried so hard she could barely breathe, soaking the other person's collar. It took her a long time to finally stop, and she sobbed, "Right now—you're all I have left."

She gripped the maid's hand tightly, as if grasping at the last piece of driftwood, her voice soft and hoarse: "For us women, finding someone to rely on—it's so hard."

She originally thought the religion was a source of support.

"The cause without a cause"—what a grand name, what a profound theory! It sounds impressive and reliable.

The church is full of highly accomplished people like Master Long; this cult must be very powerful.

But what was the result? The "Celestial Venerable" was kidnapped from the island like a chick, and even the Dragon King of the South Sea was repelled by Qi Fei's sword.

That so-called "Celestial Venerable" is probably gone too.

With the "Celestial Venerable" gone and the Dragon Master unreachable, she was left with only the identity of a wealthy young lady, possessing a little bit of pseudo-magic, and utterly alone.

They're so pitiful.

She hugged her maid and cried very, very sadly.

She just wanted to find someone to rely on in life so that she could live more comfortably. What's wrong with that?

Is it that difficult?

The next day, Qi Fei saw Zhang Jie come to ask for advice.

"You mean—you didn't understand?" Qi Fei asked, looking at Zhang Jie, who had dark circles under his eyes.

Zhang Jie nodded.

He couldn't understand Qi Fei's words even after thinking about them all night.

Qi Fei was somewhat helpless. Was this "Shadow of the Cave" really that difficult to understand? Could it be that there was something wrong with the method he was teaching?

So he patiently recounted a few more stories about the "cave shadow" and the metaphor of "the name that can be named is not the eternal name."

"For example, your name is Zhang Jie now, but one day you won't be called Zhang Jie anymore, you'll be called something like Zhang San."

Qi Fei said, "So, even though the name has changed, the person is still the same, isn't that right?"

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