Chapter 51: Reluctance "Master, why did you choose to accept me as your disciple...
"A cultivator must unify his mind and body, be free from delusion and anger, be free from desire and demand, give up nothing and abandon nothing, be inaction and selfless." The vague voice seemed to be coming from near and far as it came through a screen.
The pain in his heart suddenly disappeared, and Xie Wuyang's eyes lit up, and the smooth lines and sharp edges of the jaw came into view.
His thoughts seemed to pause for a moment, and Xie Wuyang suddenly forgot when he appeared here and what he was doing. He just leaned close to Yun Wanzhou's arms instinctively.
Thinking of Yun Wanzhou's words, he raised his head and asked with a childish and naive look, "Master, what does it mean to be inaction and selfless?"
Yun Wanzhou put down the book in his hand, raised his hand to rub Xie Wuyang's head, and said in a cold voice, "Only when you have no hatred or resentment in your heart can you be free and at ease, and travel the world."
"Master, I know what you mean. People who practice Taoism should be free from worries and obstacles." A child's voice sounded in my ears again.
Sitting next to him was a child of the same age as Xie Wuyang, wearing a disciple's uniform that didn't fit him well. A small bell tied at his waist jingled with his movements.
This was Xie Wuyang's first year on the mountain. Junior Senior Brother Fu Zhitao was still very young. He put down his book, scrambled to Yun Wanzhou's side, and tugged at his sleeve. "Master, am I right?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded, "That's right."
Hearing Yun Wanzhou's affirmative answer, Xie Wuyang curled his lips unhappily and glared at Fu Zhitao with dissatisfaction.
The child has a pure heart, and his likes and dislikes are all written on his face. Ever since Yun Wanzhou brought him up the mountain, he consciously regarded Yun Wanzhou as his closest person. Naturally, he was not very happy about Yun Wanzhou taking away his beloved peach of blessing.
Moreover, since going up the mountain, Yun Wanzhou has only taught Xie Wuyang how to calm his mind and concentrate every day, and has not mentioned a word about how to practice. In contrast, Fu Zhitao can already wield the sword fluently.
After being glared at by Xie Wuyang, Fu Zhitao shrank her neck and dared not speak anymore.
Yun Wanzhou frowned, seemingly helpless, and said, "Don't make a fuss."
The master praised the peach of fortune but scolded himself.
Xie Wuyang snorted coldly and turned his head away, suppressing the unbearable sour emotions in his heart and feeling sulky.
Yun Wanzhou knew all the sword techniques in the world, but he was obviously still lacking in experience when it came to raising children. After talking about "having no distracting thoughts" for a long time without getting any response from the two little disciples, he lowered his head and noticed the resentful look on Xie Wuyang's face.
"What's wrong?" Yun Wanzhou asked.
Xie Wuyang curled his lips, his dark eyes moving slightly as they fell on Fu Zhitao. He suddenly asked, "Master said that cultivating immortality requires getting rid of obsessions, but I have a problem in my heart right now, and I can't get rid of distractions."
"Ask." Yun Wanzhou said calmly.
Xie Wuyang asked bluntly, "Master, who do you think is more powerful, me or Senior Brother Fu?"
This question is extremely tricky, just like a wife asking her husband, "If your mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"
Even the calm and composed Immortal Venerable Yun was choked by the question and fell silent.
Xie Wuyang was looking forward to Yun Wanzhou praising him.
Yun Wanzhou was silent for a moment, then spoke frankly, "Zhi Tao was born with a defective soul. If one day his soul can be restored, he will surely be a genius."
"What about me?" Xie Wuyang waited eagerly for his answer.
Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes to look at Xie Wuyang's face and said in a gentle tone, "If you work hard, you can be very good too."
Although he didn't get an accurate answer from his master, Xie Wuyang still happily shook his legs after being praised by Yun Wanzhou.
Although he was just a little child, the strong joy in his heart made Xie Wuyang feel a little strange, as if he had forgotten something important.
Xie Wuyang struggled for a while, and apart from the vague memories of wandering on the streets, the only thing left in his mind was the year he spent in Cangqiong Mountain. He gave up thinking without much effort.
A pair of hands reached out from Xie Wuyang's armpits, Yun Wanzhou turned him over, and changed his leg for Xie Wuyang to sit on. Yun Wanzhou's legs were a little numb, so he reached out from Xie Wuyang's armpits and changed his other leg for him to sit on.
Fu Zhitao tilted her head to look out the window and suddenly exclaimed, "Master, look! It's peach blossoms!"
"Yeah, peach blossoms." Yun Wanzhou responded to him patiently.
In fact, the peach blossoms have been in full bloom for several days. Fuzhitao has a bad memory and is surprised every time he sees them.
Xie Wuyang showed disgust on his face, but turned his head following his master and senior brothers’ gaze.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom at this time, and the petals are falling like rain.
For some reason, Xie Wuyang always felt that he had seen the same peach tree somewhere before.
It was a dark cemetery. He leaned against a blank tombstone and stared at the falling peach blossoms beside it.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but look up at his master, and was mesmerized by Yun Wanzhou's relaxed brows.
"You still have the mind to appreciate the flowers here!" The half-closed door was kicked open. Wu Hanfeng lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and stared at the three masters and apprentices with a gloomy expression.
Yun Wanzhou held Xie Wuyang's head against his chest, blocking his view, and asked calmly, "Brother, why didn't you tell me you were coming out of seclusion?"
Wu Hanfeng's gaze paused on Xie Wuyang's face, and he sneered, "Tell you? Do you still have eyes for me, your senior brother?"
Sensing the tense atmosphere around him, Xie Wuyang moved his head nervously, wanting to see who was coming. Yun Wanzhou comforted him by touching his head, and he obediently stopped moving again.
Yun Wanzhou frowned, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"
"When you accepted the demon as your last disciple, did you ever remember that you were the Immortal Venerable of Cangqiong Mountain?"
Yun Wanzhou's eyes darkened, "Who told you that?"
He clearly had not told anyone about Xie Wuyang's identity, so how did Wu Hanfeng know?
Wu Hanfeng didn't answer him, but spoke sharply, "If you haven't done this, why are you afraid of others telling you? I don't care what you're thinking, but if you leave this boy in Cangqiong Mountain, there will be endless trouble in the future."
"He is just a child, he will never go astray."
"The demons shouldn't exist in this world!" Wu Hanfeng said in a tone that brooked no room for argument. "I'll give you three days. If you still keep this child, I'll personally deal with him for you and clean up Cang Qiong Mountain!"
After saying this, Wu Hanfeng turned around and left, still angry.
Xie Wuyang's body was trembling slightly, and his hands were tightly grasping the corner of Yun Wanzhou's clothes. He was obviously frightened.
Yun Wanzhou retracted his gaze, sighed helplessly, squeezed his hand, and said soothingly, "Don't be afraid."
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it. As soon as he said it, Xie Wuyang's body shook even more violently. He raised his head and met Yun Wanzhou's eyes, tears welling up in his eyes. "Master, am I a bad person?"
"No." Yun Wanzhou raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Xie Wuyang's eyes.
Although Yun Xianzun was knowledgeable and intelligent, he had no experience in coaxing children. He looked calm on the surface, but was actually quite at a loss in his heart.
Xie Wuyang sniffed, his voice tinged with tears, "Are all demons bad people?"
"The demon race and the human race are destined to be together at birth. They have different origins and different ways of cultivation. Only you can decide what is good and what is evil in your heart."
When Xie Wuyang was wandering the streets, he had seen many different kinds of people. His mind was much more mature than that of ordinary children. He lowered his eyes and bit his lips to suppress his tears when he heard Yun Wanzhou's words. "What about the eyes of others?"
His master was unparalleled in the world, and he believed what his master said, but Xie Wuyang had seen too much of the evil in human nature, and he knew that not everyone could distinguish right from wrong as clearly as his master.
"There are millions of people in the world, and their opinions are all different. You just need to remember your original intention and don't care about anything else." Yun Wanzhou said.
"Will that cause trouble for Master?"
"No." Yun Wanzhou shook his head.
Maybe it was because of his coaxing, but Xie Wuyang in his arms stopped crying. He raised his head with red eyes, hesitated for a moment, then half-knelt in Yun Wanzhou's arms and put his arms around his neck.
"I like Master's very much."
But he also knew that what the uncle who had just arrived said was true, and he would implicate his master.
Even if he did nothing wrong, in the eyes of others, his existence was a mistake.
"But I will embarrass Master. Master, I don't want to stay in Cangqiong Mountain anymore."
Yun Wanzhou's hand that was stroking Xie Wuyang's back stiffened, and his brows furrowed slightly.
…
While Yun Wanzhou was away for something, Xie Wuyang walked around his room, touched the head of the bed, and then touched his little pillow.
Later, he opened the clothes cabinet in the room and took out a few clothes.
Xie Wuyang didn't want to make things difficult for Yun Wanzhou. His master was such a good person, and he shouldn't become a bad person in the eyes of others because of him.
But it was different for him. He was originally a homeless person, and was saved by Master. He lived a good life for a year and was very happy.
The sun was setting outside, dyeing half the sky red. When Xie Wuyang was leaving, he saw the peach tree in the yard again. He paused slightly and his eyes turned red again.
After all, he is just a child. Even if he knows what is right and what is wrong, he still finds it difficult to control himself when his emotions get the better of him.
The mist blurred his vision. Xie Wuyang forced himself to take a step forward. Just before he walked around the peach tree, a familiar voice came from behind him.
"Junior Brother!"
Xie Wuyang turned around and saw Fu Zhitao standing behind him, waving at him.
Xie Wuyang's eyes turned slightly, and the moment he saw the white robe beside Fu Zhitao, he suddenly felt extremely wronged, and tears stopped instantly.
Yun Wanzhou walked up to him with the peach of fortune, half-knelt down, and looked into Xie Wuyang's red eyes. "Don't cry, Master wants to ask you, do you want to stay?"
Xie Wuyang could no longer suppress the reluctance in his heart and nodded, "I want to."
"I have a way." Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and rubbed Xie Wuyang's head.
…
Xie Wuyang's heart twitched and he suddenly sat up from the bed.
The feeling of reluctance in the dream was particularly real, lingering in my heart and never dissipating.
Xie Wuyang forced himself to come back to his senses, his eyes swept around the room, and suddenly stopped when they fell on the figure standing by the window.
The sky outside had darkened at some point, and the faint moonlight shining on Yun Wanzhou seemed particularly soft.
Not knowing if it was the emotions in the dream that were playing tricks on him, Xie Wuyang got out of bed quietly and walked towards Yun Wanzhou.
It was simply wishful thinking for a low-level cultivator to avoid the eyes and ears of a Mahayana cultivator. Xie Wuyang had only taken two steps when the figure in front of the window shook.
Yun Wanzhou turned his head and met Xie Wuyang's gaze. When he saw Xie Wuyang's bare feet and half-opened robe, he frowned, "Awake?"
Xie Wuyang paused, wanting to say something but hesitant, as if he had something to say but didn't know whether he should say it or not.
Yun Wanzhou walked up to him and raised his hand to pull Xie Wuyang's outer robe into place. "You can talk as you please."
Xie Wuyang thought of what Wu Hanfeng said in his dream about Yun Wanzhou accepting a member of the demon clan as his disciple.
He had never expected that his original body was also a demon like him.
Yun Wanzhou is the Immortal Lord of Cangqiong Mountain, but he is willing to accept demons as his disciples. Does this mean that even if I were to meet Yun Wanzhou five hundred years later, I might be protected by him?
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes, not knowing whether it was hope or something else in his heart, and suddenly asked, "Master, why did you choose to accept me as your disciple?"
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