People live by the mountains (foxes)
Jing Youxi lied to her.
Well...it can't be said to be a lie, it can only be said that Jing Youxi deliberately misled her.
Jing Youxi deliberately made her believe that to become an immortal one must become a human with bird feathers on his body.
The image of immortals in heaven does exist, but they are fake... feather immortals, without "immortal fate" or "Tao". The problem with feather immortals is that they lack "immortal fate" and most of them have not had time to find their own "Tao".
"Evil can reveal good, and good can reveal evil. Sorrow can reveal joy, and joy can reveal sorrow." He whispered in my mind, "Should joy be higher than sorrow? Should sorrow be lower than joy? Of the tastes of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, which one is higher?"
Firmly upholding goodness and joy is the path to immortality. Similarly, firmly upholding evil and sorrow, and resisting hatred and resentment can also be the path to immortality. "Tao" is just "Tao".
The "Tao" can be slowly sought after becoming an immortal, and of course it would be better to become an immortal with the "Tao". In other words, even if Jiang Jingyuan had become an immortal without the "Tao" at that time, he would not have become like that.
In the bamboo and wooden house, Jiang Jingyuan stood between rows of tall bookshelves and reached out to take out a book.
She just wanted to understand it, and she didn't have any opinions about Jing Youxi or any intention of revenge. To put it bluntly, Jing Youxi couldn't influence her.
She only needs to judge the good and evil of others and their intentions towards her. Emotions are actually quite tiring. Emotions can't be used to fight back against others, so they are just tormenting herself.
"Whether they like you or hate you, they are just telling you that they like you or hate you." His voice echoed in my mind. "They can choose how they act, and you can also choose how you act."
Jiang Jingyuan hummed, thinking to himself, "They hate me. I can choose to hate them too, or I can choose to be peaceful."
He said, "Have you harmed them by hating them? You have harmed yourself."
He said:
"Everything has been foolish and ignorant at one time or another, so who is higher or lower than who?
"If you view everything with an eye of evaluation and measurement, you will also be viewed with the same eye of evaluation and measurement. Having tasted the sweetness of struggle, you become obsessed with it, ultimately being harmed by it and falling into chaos. Therefore, forgive everything as you forgive yourself, be grateful for everything as you are grateful for yourself, praise everything as you are praising yourself—thank all beings for giving you this opportunity. Observe others as you observe yourself, and see all beings as you see yourself."
He seemed to whisper in her ear: "See everything, see the perfection of 'nothing'."
Jiang Jingyuan turned around with the book, walked out slowly, and listened quietly.
Jiang Jingyuan didn't stay inside. She took her book and walked outside to the unchanging snow. The sunlight was particularly dazzling in the whiteness. She squinted her eyes, covered her eyebrows with the book, and looked away.
Not far from the house, a plate was placed on a polished boulder. In front of the boulder, a furry red fox brought a wooden basin and placed it next to the boulder.
The little fox stretched out its paw with a numb look on its face, took out the fruits with water droplets hanging on them from the wooden basin, placed them on the boulder, wiped them clean one by one with a towel, took out the only shiny kitchen knife left in the basin, and slowly gestured at the fruits.
Its eyes were narrowed listlessly, as if it was sleepy, and the big, round, black and shiny eyes of the past were no longer there.
As if suddenly noticing Jiang Jingyuan's gaze, the little fox Sheng Liang wrinkled his fox face and looked up.
Its expression suddenly twisted, and then it seemed to suddenly think of something. It sighed heavily and looked away as if it didn't want to look.
Jiang Jingyuan: "...?"
Jiang Jingyuan opened his mouth to ask: "Sheng..."
"Go away." The little fox grabbed the kitchen knife and waved it at her casually, his face numb and weak, "Don't hang around in front of me, you annoying person..."
As it spoke, its voice became more and more tired, so tired that it could hardly make a sound.
Jiang Jingyuan said "Oh", paused, and said: "I want to ask, is the stream water cold enough? Will it freeze into ice?"
Sheng Liang's expression suddenly twisted, and the claws holding the kitchen knife began to tremble violently. The whole fox was shaking with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want ice cubes in such a cold place?! Get out of here!"
Jiang Jingyuan said "Oh" again and left with the book.
"Wait for you!"
Sheng Liang called her again from behind.
Jiang Jingyuan looked back in confusion.
The little fox took several deep breaths, then regained his composure and asked her, "How long will it take for you to come back? Can I still cut the fruit?"
Jiang Jingyuan thought seriously for a moment and said, "I'll just walk around here for a few steps. When you're done, just call me and I'll be back."
Sheng Liang waved his claws and said, "Go ahead."
Jiang Jingyuan said "hmm" and walked away slowly.
Only a little red-haired fox was left sitting in front of the stone, holding a kitchen knife to peel and cut the fruit into pieces and put them into a plate. His movements were so skillful that Linghu was sad... The numbness on Sheng Liang's face instantly turned into grief, and he continued to peel and cut the fruit into pieces with a sad face.
After putting the plate on the table, the little fox suddenly threw away the kitchen knife, shouted "It's done!", and with a sad face, he picked up a whole fruit on the stone, brought it close to his mouth, and started eating it with a "crunch, crunch" sound.
Not hearing any response, Sheng Liang stopped eating the fruit and turned back to shout:
"Come back soon! It won't taste good if you don't eat it now!"
“I’m back!”
From afar, Jiang Jingyuan's response was heard.
Then, Jiang Jingyuan, dressed in a beige robe, walked into view and slowly approached him. Sheng Liang sighed deeply again, turned back, and began to eat the fruit with a numb expression.
Jiang Jingyuan approached, but did not pick up the fruit plate immediately. Instead, he went into the house, put down the book on the table in the inner room, took the bamboo sticks, and then came back. He picked up the fruit plate on the stone and sat on the rocking chair outside the house to eat.
There was thousands of years of snow in the sparse woods here, and the sky was exceptionally bright today. Jiang Jingyuan had only taken a few bites of fruit outside the house when he suddenly stood up silently and walked back into the house with the fruit plate.
The little fox frowned and squinted his eyes, glancing sideways in the direction she left, and sighed heavily for the umpteenth time today.
The fox is restless!
The bright daylight reached its peak and then gradually dimmed, turning into a sleepy orange-yellow color as the sun set in the west.
Beside the gurgling cold stream, the fiery red little fox was busy setting up two boilers and a fire, and then moved closer to the stream. It stared at the fish, shrimps and crabs in the stream, and its black round nose moved.
Suddenly, it stretched out its claws, broke through the stream, grabbed a big gray fish and threw it neatly on the shore. The series of movements were fast, fierce and accurate.
After doing all this, it didn't even look back, but continued to move closer to the stream, staring closely at the fish, shrimps and crabs swimming in the stream.
When the sunset light is bright.
The little fox Shengliang shook his fur and walked over holding a familiar wooden basin. "Plop!" He placed the basin on the small stone ground. He picked up the processed fish, shrimps and crabs in the basin and put them into the boiler, or strung them on bamboo sticks and placed them on the fire.
The little fox opened its mouth with a listless look towards the bottom of the boiler, and spit out a ball of orange flame that jumped under the boiler - the same method was used for the other boiler.
"call……"
Sheng Liang let out a deep breath, and the whole fox suddenly sat down on the ground, gasping for breath tiredly, and then fell to the ground exhausted.
The little fox lay on the ground, its chin pressed against the snow-covered gravel, staring at the boiler with a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes.
Not far away, Jiang Jingyuan sat on a rock, as if in a daze, motionless, staring at the scene here for a long time, blinking and breathing slowly, as if quietly watching another world separated from himself.
“Eat, eat… It’s time to eat! It’s time to eat!!”
Sheng Liang opened his mouth and let out two weak howls, then suddenly gathered his strength and shouted, stood up and walked over, picked up the bowls, chopsticks, spoons and knives to serve the food.
The little fox took the fish out of the pot, cut the fish meat with a knife and put it in a bowl, and put the remaining fish in another larger bowl and placed it on a huge rock.
It took out a handkerchief to wipe its claws, then turned the fish, shrimp, crabs and small pieces of meat skewered on bamboo sticks on the fire, then walked to another pot, took the vegetables and shrimps and crabs out of the pot, divided them into several bowls, and placed them on the boulder.
The little fox numbly shouted "Eat!" and sat down beside the stone, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Jiang Jingyuan blinked, controlled his thoughts and calmed down. He slowly stood up, walked over and sat opposite it, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
"Oh right!" Sheng Liang looked at her and suddenly remembered something. He quickly put down his chopsticks and went to the pot where the fish was boiling. He poured two bowls of hot soup and brought them over, saying, "Drink some soup to warm yourself up first."
Jiang Jingyuan hummed, then picked up the spoon to drink the soup.
"How's it going?" The little fox looked at her expectantly and said, "I've been studying all that oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, onion, ginger, and garlic. Is my cooking getting better?"
Jiang Jingyuan scooped up a mouthful of fish soup and put it into his mouth. He was caught off guard when he heard the words. His body stiffened, and he slowly swallowed the soup, lowering his head and making two "hmm" sounds.
"What do you think?" the little fox asked with a grin.
How is it? Jiang Jingyuan silently put down the spoon. She felt... She looked up at the little fox in front of her.
Sheng Liang looked at him eagerly and said, "How is it?"
Jiang Jingyuan was silent for a moment, then decided not to embarrass himself and said honestly, "I feel like I'm drinking fish bath water."
The smile on Sheng Liang Fox's face froze.
Jiang Jingyuan paused, thinking that since he had said a few more words, it would make no difference, and added: "It has a kind of..."
Jiang Jingyuan's face was filled with deep hesitation and confusion, as if he was desperately searching for the right description. After a long pause, he finally said, "It feels like it's just floating on the surface."
Sheng Liang: “???”
"It's heavily seasoned, like fish bath water," Jiang Jingyuan struggled to describe it. "The first moment it enters your mouth, the seasoning is strong, but the next moment, it feels like a fish swimming in your mouth."
At this point, she couldn't help but sigh, "How can you achieve such contradictory flavors in the same pot of soup?"
Sheng Liang's smile disappeared. With a stern face, he walked to a nearby place and brought hot tea. He placed it next to her hand and said expressionlessly, "Have some tea!"
Jiang Jingyuan rinsed her mouth and drank tea, then moved the fish soup aside and started eating the fish. After two bites, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Is the fish undercooked?"
Sheng Liang twisted his face into a fox-like shape and stared at her.
Jiang Jingyuan hurriedly said, "Try it, it really doesn't feel cooked!"
The little fox had a sullen face. He suddenly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fish and took a big bite. He didn't even spit out the bones. He chewed it carefully, swallowed it, and looked up at her. "It's cooked."
"But the meat..." Jiang Jingyuan hesitated for a moment, then gave up and started eating the shrimps, crabs and vegetables.
Jiang Jingyuan slowly put down his chopsticks, slowly looked up, and looked dazed.
Sheng Liang: “???”
Sheng Liang stared at her and said, "I made this just as you asked. You said it wouldn't taste good if I added any seasoning, so I didn't add anything but a little salt."
Jiang Jingyuan swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and cried out in pain: "It smells..."
"What's that smell?" Sheng Liang frowned.
Jiang Jingyuan opened his eyes, glanced at it, and whispered, "It smells fishy and like vegetables."
Sheng Liang: “???!!!”
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