Xu He opened his eyes. A long retreat ended. Only a dim space remained in the room. The gray and white walls were replaced by mottled soil. In front of him was no longer the door of the wing room, but soil.
He was already buried in the ground.
It was not that he was dead. Ever since he realized the Buddha's will, Xu He felt that the world had become wider and he no longer suffered the so-called five signs of decay of the celestial beings. His life span was extending endlessly.
Maybe not endless, but at least a thousand years.
When Xu He dug up the soil and saw the light of day again, he saw lush flowers, plants and trees, and his own temple had disappeared.
The friend's bones had long since turned into a handful of earth, and only the little spiritual energy left in the soil could be used to determine his burial place.
"Amitabha."
Xu He lowered his head and chanted the Buddhist name.
With a wave of his hand, the soil took shape, the trees moved, and in a flash a small temple reappeared.
Just like back then.
The next day, fallen leaves from the forest floated to the door, and the old monk picked up the broom to sweep again.
More than ten years passed like this, and Xu He suddenly wanted to go out and take a look, so he went out.
After 10 years of wandering in the world of cultivation, the sects were reshuffled and dynasties changed. After a thousand years, except for those with a long heritage, most of the sects could only last for three generations before they declined.
Many even died in the second generation.
When a strong person at the level of a founder leaves, he will soon disappear in the long river of history.
Xu He finally visited Shangqing Palace, where he was received by the current head of the sect.
"What does this master do?"
"I once had an old friend named Li Shengxian. Now a thousand years have passed, and I miss him very much when I think of him again. I wonder if there are any descendants of this old friend, or disciples, in Shangqing Palace?"
Xu He asked.
A thousand years is enough to wear down most people, but inheritance can last for ten thousand years, so a thousand years is not too long for inheritance.
I remember that Li Shengxian had several Taoist companions, but I don’t know whether they have any descendants.
The current head of Shangqing Palace was stunned for a long time. Xu He seemed a little surprised. Could it be that in just a thousand years, no one knew the name of his old friend?
"Li Shengxian..." The head of the sect pondered for a while, "There is indeed such a senior in the sect, but I don't have a deep impression of him. There should be a record of him in the classics."
Afterwards, the head of Shangqing Palace took Xu He to look through the records, and they did find traces of Li Shengxian, including a few descriptions of him.
Even Xu He was somewhat dissatisfied, saying: "Brother Li was so impressive back then, but now it has only been a thousand years, how come there are only a few traces left?"
"Well... maybe the classics collected by the sect have been lost. After all, Shangqing Palace has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, dating back to the ancient times. There are too many great predecessors. But if only a thousand years have passed, there should be records in the Gongfa Pavilion."
The current head of Shangqing Palace took him to the Kung Fu Pavilion again.
Generally speaking, skills are the easiest to pass down because there will always be people learning them.
Life stories and the like, unless one is a top master or someone with great merits, will generally disappear within a few thousand years.
It is very rare that only a few strokes of Li Shengxian's work remain after thousands of years.
The two searched for several months in the Kung Fu Pavilion but did not find a single copy.
"this……"
"Is this how Shangqing Palace treats my friend?"
Xu He's eyes moved slightly. Although he was dissatisfied, he was never really angry.
Finally it turned into a sigh.
"Never mind, never mind. I will write one for him, one about his life and one about his skills."
The two of them often discussed Taoism together. Their ideas on Taoism were very similar, as if they were from the same school. This also laid the foundation for their deep friendship, and such Taoist friends are hard to find in the world.
Xu He picked up the pen, wrote the three words "Li Shengxian", and then began to write his biography.
After writing less than a hundred words, his whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had experienced a great battle.
Xu He then tried to write down the thunder magic they had discussed, but he could not write a single word. Every time the tip of the pen touched the paper, it seemed as if the ink on the hairs was like thousands of mountains.
Why?
He finally left with full of doubts, because for some reason he always felt an indescribable heaviness hanging over his heart in Shangqing Palace.
Back at the small temple, I finally felt relaxed.
Xu He was sure that he couldn't go down the mountain.
In the same year, a sapling inexplicably grew in the courtyard.
He called it Bodhi.
Four thousand years old.
The Bodhi tree is already three meters high and looks like an ordinary pine tree from the outside. It emits a soft light all the time, enveloping the entire small temple.
In this light, Xu He felt an unprecedented sense of security and ease. At this moment, every step he took outside felt like he was carrying a mountain.
And this heaviness became heavier the more people he came into contact with.
Suddenly one day, Bodhi began to speak.
"Xu He."
Xu He was sweeping the floor. He just looked up and said, "My Buddhist name is Chang Zang."
Bodhi said: "Xuhe was given by a supreme being, and it is also the root of your existence. Without this name, you will disappear in an instant."
After saying this, Bodhi fell silent again.
The next time he spoke was a year later.
The Bodhi tree recounted the last topic: "You need to always hold on to the two words of promise and harmony. Only by holding on to these two words can you transfer the cause and effect of your existence to the Supreme Being. Only he can help you bear it."
"who is he?"
Xu He asked, and another year passed after this question.
"I can't say, but he will be born in 50,000 years." A ray of spiritual light fell from the Bodhi tree, and a dim yellow fruit fell, half buried in the fallen leaves.
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