My wife is a supplier of materials for cultivating immortals

Chapter 33
"Sometimes, the poor Taoist can't help being a little envious of Jushi Yan." Taoist Xuanyue looked up at the night sky and smiled slightly.

Yan Huang actually likes Xuanyue Taoist very much, he gives people a sense of immortality, neither humble nor overbearing, neither flatter nor frightened, his voice is always so calm, and his expression is always so indifferent, as if he has seen through everything.

In Yan Huang's view, if there is a person who cultivates the truth, it should be Taoist Xuanyue.

As for Li Fenghua and Jiang Yongcheng... They are more like modern white-collar workers than cultivators.

"Envy me? Why?" Yan Huang asked curiously.

Xuanyue Taoist sighed softly, and raised his left hand as if to hold up a sliver of moonlight in front of him: "Pindao is a person with a cold nature. Since the time when the poor Taoist has not yet cultivated, everyone has often commented on the poor Taoist like this." Whether it's the death of a loved one or the birth of a child, there is no disturbance in Pindao's heart. When he was an ordinary person, Pindao was like this, and because of this, he was quite disgusted by others."

Saying that, Taoist Xuanyue's face became indifferent: "Pindao can't feel the touch and happiness of those ordinary people, as if his heart is just a pool of stagnant water. Therefore, Pindao is very envious of such an enthusiastic person as Lay Yan. What does it feel like to love someone, be loved by someone, and care about someone from the bottom of your heart?"

"Master, why can't you feel that?" Yan Huang asked a little puzzled, what kind of mental illness is it?

"Because," Taoist Xuanyue looked up at the bright moon above his head, "this is how the world is."

Taoist Xuanyue lowered his eyelids slightly and said calmly: "Birth, old age, illness, and death are all part of the cycle of this world. To this world, we are just ants, so insignificant. Our joy, anger, and sorrow Music and music are insignificant to this world, but only from 'full' to 'one', and then from 'one' to 'full', so why bother to be happy or sad?"

"I don't quite understand what the master said..." Yan Huang scratched his head and said, "However, among the people I know, there are some people who don't particularly care about family affection and blood relationship, but this does not mean that they are bad people. I like the master very much. That kind of people."

"Really?" Xuan Yue looked at Yan Huang with some doubts, "But, Pindao and Master Yan only met once, and they didn't have a close relationship. What does Master Yan like about Pindao?"

"Well... how should I put it, it's very classy." Yan Huang smiled and gave a thumbs up: "I feel that the master is... a typical cultivator."

"It's very stylish..." Taoist Xuanyue didn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence, but he knew the meaning of the next sentence, so he said with a smile: "Layman Yan is really a straightforward person, but the poor cultivation base is not good enough. It’s not high, and there’s still a long way to go before becoming an immortal.”

"What is the purpose of master's cultivation?" Yan Huang asked curiously.

"I didn't think about why at first, but I just happened to come into contact with cultivation, so I started to cultivate." Taoist Xuanyue smiled slightly, "But as the time of cultivation grew, the poor Taoist also began to try to spy on the way of heaven..."

Speaking of this, Taoist Xuanyue smiled wryly: "No...you are deceiving yourself and others by saying so. The poor Taoist cultivator probably just wants to understand why the poor Taoist is such a cold person. Why can't the poor Taoist be like ordinary people? Love, to be moved..."

"It seems that there is something wrong with the frontal lobe of the brain..." Yan Huang muttered softly.

"??" Taoist Xuanyue didn't seem to understand what he was talking about, and continued: "In short, to put it bluntly, cultivation is nothing more than giving people more time to think and pursue a certain goal. The process of cultivation is to absorb the essence of heaven and earth. Take the spiritual energy for your own use, and gradually replace the original physical body with the body constructed by the spiritual energy, until one day, the spiritual body can completely replace the physical body."

"Oh! Is it Nascent Soul or something?" Yan Huang suddenly asked.

Taoist Xuanyue laughed, and his small eyes narrowed into a slit: "Almost. When one day, the spirit body can completely replace the physical body, it will be regarded as a fairy. It will cause a catastrophe. After passing through this thunder catastrophe, you will achieve the fruit of cultivation, and you will no longer be bound by the physical body, and you will live the same life as the sky."

"Ah..." Yan Huang was enlightened immediately: "It feels like 'cultivation' is a bit like taking advantage of the bugs in this world, and Tianjie is the GM. If you want to get rid of this bug, you will successfully become a bug... a bit What do you mean?"

Taoist Xuanyue obviously couldn't understand what he was talking about, and said with a smile: "However, it's not that you can't die after being promoted to immortality. If your spiritual consciousness is destroyed, you will still die. It's also possible for people who cultivate the truth to conflict with each other. Very unusual."

"After all, the purpose of everyone's cultivation is different..." Yan Huang sighed, "But the master's practice is very good."

"Because you can stay young forever?" Taoist Xuanyue seemed to see through his mind at a glance, and said with a smile: "After ascending to immortality, the appearance of the physical body can also be changed freely. In fact, Pindao's Xuanyin Kungfu is not very clever. The skills of the sect are not worth mentioning in front of the mental methods of those big schools, so the Xuanyin sect is just a small sect."

With that said, Taoist Xuanyue turned to Yan Huang, and asked curiously: "Layman Yan seems to be very interested in cultivation. From the point of view of the poor, Layman Yan is the body of a wood spirit, and he is more powerful than ordinary wood spirits. Be strong, as long as you have the appropriate wood-type exercises, you can achieve success in cultivation soon. If Layman Yan is interested, Pindao can recommend it to Layman Yan."

"Oh, I'll forget it." Yan Huang quickly waved his hand, "Although I am very interested in the cultivation world, I don't know how to cultivate. Because you see, my family members are all old, and I am the only one who is still alive. Isn’t it very painful in this world? I prefer to grow old with my wife than to live forever.”

"I'm impolite, it's the impudence of the poor Taoist." Taoist Xuanyue laughed, with a trace of disappointment on his face: "Speaking of which, many members of the poor Taoist sect have expressed similar thoughts. With the extension of the cultivation time , the people around are getting old little by little, only they are getting younger and younger... From this point of view, Pindao's exercises are the same as Pindao's, and he doesn't understand the warmth and coldness of the world."

Speaking of this, Taoist Xuanyue took a deep breath suddenly, and sighed: "The last time I chatted with other people like this was decades ago, right? It feels really good. Cultivators generally seldom communicate with each other. And it is difficult to communicate with ordinary people, but for some reason, Pindao feels that he can easily chat with Layman Yan."

At this moment, Yan Huang suddenly felt that these cultivators are still ordinary people after all, and must be very lonely during the long years of cultivation, right?So Yan Huang smiled and said, "Come and chat with me next time I have a chance?"

Taoist Xuan Yue smiled slightly and nodded: "Then it's better for me to be respectful than obey my orders."

But right after, Taoist Xuanyue sighed again: "However, it seems that I couldn't help Layman Yan today."

"Maybe it's more interesting, so it didn't disturb our chat." Yan Huang joked.

"Gluttony is a kind of filth dominated by greed and appetite. They have no thought or mind." Taoist Xuanyue said seriously, obviously not aware that Yan Huang was joking, "Layman Yan must not be angry with this kind of monster. Compassion, maybe general evil can still think and feel fear, but gluttony is just the embodiment of desire, and will only act according to desire."

"Well, I see..." Yan Huang responded, then handed the ginseng fruit up and said with a smile, "Master has been talking for so long, should you eat a ginseng fruit to moisten your throat?"

"It's time for Layman Yan." Taoist Xuanyue bowed his head in thanks, and then took the ginseng fruit from Yan Huang's hand.

(End of this chapter)