Qin Luo said earnestly, "Your spirit and energy are even better than many cultivators."
Chu Peiran asked with respect, "Senior, did you write the three characters 'Yangxinzhai'?"
"Yes."
The old man in the green robe nodded.
Chu Peiran couldn't help but sigh, "Your calligraphy is excellent, even surpassing that of the great scholars at the academy."
"I'm embarrassed by what you've said!"
Fuyun Jushi could sense that Qin Luo and his companions were no ordinary people; they were full of vigor and vitality, like the sun, moon, and stars. "Three young friends have come from afar. If you don't mind, please come and sit in my humble abode."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, senior."
"It's no trouble at all."
The hermit of floating clouds led the way with a fishing rod. Qin Luo noticed that there was no hook on the fishing rod, but a fish had just been caught.
Qin Luo and the others arrived at the bamboo house.
The tea table was low, so they sat on the floor. The hermit Fuyun personally brewed tea for them, a process that was quite elaborate and meticulous.
"May I ask where you all come from?"
“This humble monk returns to the dust, from Jin Guang Temple.”
"I am Qin Luo, a junior from Longhu Temple."
"The Confucian scholar Chu Peiran comes from the Great Xia Academy."
The hermit of Floating Clouds relaxed his brow, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Why do you practice?"
Without thinking, Chu Peiran blurted out, "Cultivate oneself, regulate one's family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world."
The hermit of floating clouds looked on with admiration, saying, "This is the way of the sages, which requires many sacrifices."
Being a saint is troublesome, and Qin Luo doesn't like trouble. He just wants to be himself. "I just want to live a good life."
Fuyun Jushi's eyes lit up, as if he had met a kindred spirit. "Many people want to live well, but they care about too many things and cannot live well."
Gui Chen said earnestly, "This humble monk cultivates to find out who I am."
The hermit of floating clouds sighed, “For a hundred years, I have been living deep in the mountains. I often ask myself who I am, but unfortunately I can’t remember.”
"Come, have some tea."
The hermit of floating clouds extended his hand in invitation.
Qin Luo picked up the tea, took a small sip, and found the tea to be rich in aroma, which calmed his mind.
The hermit of floating clouds lived a carefree life. Qin Luo felt very comfortable drinking the tea he brewed; this was the life he wanted.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
