Bitter Realm: Otherworldly Gods and Demons

Chapter 190 Aren't you tired?

"Living alone for too long without talking and communicating can dull your mind, but the world is too chaotic. I am not used to contacting chaotic people, as it makes me very uncomfortable."

Then I thought of Dharma gates. I hoped that Dharma gates could have a well-organized, rigorous, and refined order, which would make me feel very comfortable.

Uh—After hearing Wuming's words, Nie Shang was at a loss for words. He thought to himself that he understood what this person was saying, but it was a little hard to understand what he meant by "the world is too disorderly"—oh.

Looking at the perfectly tidy room and the perfectly tidy person, Nie Shang suddenly realized that this nameless brother was a perfectionist who valued order and discipline, and felt that the Dharma Gate was very suitable for him.

Nie Shang couldn't help but think that the Dharma Gate was indeed the most disciplined place. The goal of the law was to eliminate errors and pursue absolute justice; otherwise, it wouldn't be called the Dharma Gate.

But what if this nameless brother joins the Dharma?

A picture involuntarily appeared in Nie Shang's mind—the entire sect was perfectly orderly, and from him to the newly initiated disciples, everyone would feel that there was nowhere to stand, let alone move around.

The scene was so beautiful that he felt awkward just thinking about it.

Nie Shang looked at Wuming and wanted to ask him, "Aren't you tired of living like this?"

Anonymous: I also thought it might be tiring, but it really wasn't tiring at all.

The nameless Teng Xie can manipulate true essence to perform operations at the micrometer level. What kind of perception and self-control does that give him?

Although Wuming's spiritual power was far inferior to his physical body, he could achieve visual perfection with great ease.

And so, this person, who is considered a super obsessive-compulsive by others, was born.

Wuming, however, was somewhat enjoying it. To his physical body, this behavior was simply a lapse in judgment, but to him, it was a good way to continuously train his mental strength and self-control, which was equivalent to carrying a heavy burden for cultivation.

"Brother Nie, I know I missed the recruitment assessment period for the sect. Should I wait for the next assessment, or does the sect have regulations that allow for a separate assessment of me?"

"Well—"

Nie Shangxin said that if it was just about recruiting promising talents, he could make the decision. After all, when the sect leader went into seclusion, it was he who was in charge of the sect's affairs.

But Wuming—Nie Shang felt that it was best to let his master make the decision.

"Brother Wuming is no ordinary person. Why don't I take him to see our master and ask him to make a decision?"

"I'm fine with it, Brother Nie can make the decision."

Not long after.

Wuming was led to the study of the founder of the Dharma Sect. After Nie Shang, who had entered first, came out and let him in, he finally saw the dignified and imposing Yin Moxiao.

Yin Moxiao had just met with his eldest daughter, Yin Qianyun. Yin Qianyun was in the Famen sect, similar to Chu Junyi in the Confucian sect. She had previously been living in seclusion at a branch of the Famen sect, responsible for the primary education of the disciples.

Unlike Wei Wusi, Fa Wuwu, and Yin Qian, Yin Qianhuan is knowledgeable, well-read, and meticulous. Like Nie Shang, she is a good disciple and a good helper of Yin Moxiao.

Yin Qianyun's return this time was not only to hold a funeral for her younger sister and mourn her, but also to show filial piety to her father who was overwhelmed with grief.

Then Yin Moxiao had to investigate the March Catastrophe. The situation was too complicated, and Yin Qiantan also wanted to help her father and share his burden.

"Master, this is Wuming. Wuming, this is my master, the founder of the Dharma Sect."

Yin Moxiao stared at Wuming and found that although the young man's aura was not strong, it was pure and ethereal, and his martial spirit seemed to be extraordinary. He was truly a perfect candidate for martial arts training.

However, according to the third disciple, this young man has a rather peculiar temperament and has extremely high standards for order, discipline, and discipline.

"The nameless pays respects to the founder of the religion."

"You're too kind, please have a seat."

Thank you.

After Wuming adjusted his seat and sat down, Yin Moxiao was slightly taken aback, realizing that the other person was perfectly aligned with him.

Yin Moxiao's heart skipped a beat. This keen observation and control over his own power were truly astonishing.

"Nameless, is there any special meaning behind the name you chose for yourself?"

Yin Moxiao's question was not offensive. Everyone has a name, but you want to be called Nameless. There must be some explanation for this. Since you are here to join the sect, the sect's leader naturally wants to find out.

The nameless one then said, "Nameless means unnamed; it is my description of my ideal, which is also the one I do not know how to describe."

Yin Moxiao was slightly taken aback. "What is your ideal?"

"It is true peace. This world is too noisy, too chaotic and disorderly, too unreasonable and disorganized."

I know my ideals are impossible to achieve, I cannot change this world. Anonymous means that I no longer think about it, I just give it an anonymous label and leave it there.

Right now, all I want is to find a place that is orderly, harmonious, and well-organized, a place where I can feel quiet and comfortable.

this----

Yin Moxiao discovered that Wuming completely lacked the vigor of a young person, and his pursuits were also so—helpless?

So this young man had given up on his pursuits and came here seeking refuge?

This—it doesn't seem like such a bad thing?

Yin Moxiao knew very well how terrible it would be if someone who pursued perfection went to extremes. Wuming's pursuit was undoubtedly the ultimate of the ultimate, but he seemed to have accepted reality and compromised with it.

This aligns somewhat with Yin Moxiao's philosophy: while the law should be strict, human emotions should not be disregarded; actions should be practical, and the law should not be enforced dogmatically.

In short, Yin Moxiao felt that he couldn't just leave Wuming alone—he was also very curious about Wuming and wanted to learn more about him. In addition, Wuming seemed to have extraordinary potential, so he also had the idea of ​​cultivating Wuming into a pillar of society.

"Nameless, I grant you permission to join the sect. From now on, you will be a junior disciple of the sect. Nie Shang, you will be responsible for helping Nameless familiarize himself with the situation."

Nie Shang immediately clasped his hands and said, "Yes, Master."

The nameless one then said, "Thank you for your shelter, Patriarch—Patriarch, I have a small request, may I ask it?"

Yin Moxiao was taken aback. "Tell me, what are your demands?"

"Could I help the Pope tidy up this place?"

"Ah, this—"

"It's just a superficial tidying up; it won't mess up the patriarch's things. I apologize for my rudeness."

After speaking, Wuming stood up and stepped forward, straightening the book that Yin Moxiao had casually put down. Then he began to adjust the Xuan paper on which Yin Moxiao was writing the official document, followed by the inkstone, inkstone, ink stick, and brush.

Yin Moxiao stared blankly as Wuming swiftly finished tidying up his desk, then moved on to organizing the bookshelves, simply arranging the books neatly without changing their order, and then the various objects and decorations in the room.

Finally, Wuming straightened the chair he was sitting in, then let out a long sigh of relief, looking completely at ease.

"My apologies, Master—may I ask your seniority and how I should address you?"

"Ah, well, you shall call me Master. From now on, you will be my fourth disciple. Nie Shang, quickly take your junior brother to familiarize himself with the situation."