Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Lantian saw Li Muchen spit out blood again.

But this time the color of the blood was much lighter than last time, not so red, and it didn’t look so scary.

She saw a faint golden glow on her master's face, which flashed and disappeared.

"Master, have you killed another clone?"

"Yes."

Li Muchen let out a long breath.

"Master, will your blood turn white? Grandma Xie said you are an immortal, and the blood of immortals is white."

Li Muchen smiled, pointed to the sky and said, "What is that?"

"The sun." Lantian looked up at the sun and squinted his eyes.

Li Muchen stretched out his hand towards the void, then spread his hands in front of Lantian and asked, "What is this?"

Lantian shook his head: "Nothing."

"Come, give me your hand." Li Muchen said with a smile.

Lantian stretched out his little hand ignorantly.

Li Muchen bent his palm slightly, as if he was holding something in his palm and slowly pouring it out.

Lantian was surprised to see rainbow light pouring out from her master's hands, like colorful sand, flowing into her palms, slowly accumulating into a small pile of light in her palms.

"So the sun is so beautiful! No wonder flowers bloom towards the sun, and clouds turn colorful just like flowers when the sun shines on them!"

A smile like a flower also bloomed on Lantian's face. She carefully held the sunlight in front of her eyes, wanting to see it more clearly, but it was scattered by the wind.

Her hands were empty, nothing was left.

"Master, they flew away?"

"No, they didn't fly away, they just merged back together."

"Melted together?"

"Light has colors. Mortal eyes can see seven colors, while immortal eyes can see countless colors. Each of them is unique and brilliant, but when they merge together, all colors disappear and become white light."

Lantian seemed to understand something: "Master, you mean that mortals' blood also has many colors, and when they become immortals, they blend together like light and become colorless blood?"

"Yes, this process is called blood turning into white paste."

"But, the blood of mortals is obviously red, right?"

"That's most people. Red represents warmth, passion and love. It's the dominant color of the world. But it's not the dominant color of life."

Li Muchen grabbed a worm from the crevice next to him. He lightly touched the worm's back with his finger, and the worm's skin became transparent, allowing him to clearly see the green blood flowing inside.

"Ah, it's amazing! This kind of insect is very common in swamps. I haven't noticed it before!" Lantian was as excited as if he had discovered a new world.

Li Muchen put the insect back to its original place and watched it slowly crawl away.

"So, are there other colors of blood? Like blue, yellow?"

"of course."

"What about black?"

“Yes, but you can’t see it.”

"why?"

"Because black is the opposite of white, it represents where light can't reach."

"No, I've seen black blood." The little girl said firmly, "When a person is bitten by a poisonous snake or is seriously ill, the blood will turn black! So black means death, which is the opposite of white. White is the color of immortals, and black is the color of ghosts!"

Li Muchen laughed.

"Master, am I wrong?" Lantian asked with blinking eyes.

Li Muchen stretched out his hand, a ball of black fire ignited in his palm, and asked: "What did you see?"

"Black flames."

"anything else?"

Lantian shook his head.

"Take a closer look." Li Muchen encouraged.

Lantian stared at the black flame carefully for a long time, but still shook his head.

"Did you see death and ghosts?"

"No."

“Black does not represent death, and death does not represent the end. Black is a kind of tranquility that embraces the universe and is the source of all things.”

"The origin of everything?"

"look--"

Li Muchen turned his wrist and drew a circle gently.

The black fire flowed like ink, but as if the ink was not enough, a white spot appeared in the center. The white spot grew bigger and bigger, and soon occupied most of the circle, covering the black fire.

But a black dot appeared in the white circle, spreading like ink and about to swallow up the white circle.

This cycle repeats itself, with white appearing from black and black appearing from white. The two balls of light constantly rotate and entangle in the void, giving rise to and destroying each other.

Lantian looked at it and suddenly asked, "Master, is our world always changing like this? Everything is going on in a cycle, so what is the meaning of our lives?"

Li Muchen did not answer because he was also looking for the answer himself.

He looked up at the sky, which was a clear blue sky with only the sun hanging high in the sky.

Lantian saw the golden light flash on the master's body again. At that moment, it looked very much like the portrait of Buddha hanging in the home of the new Buddhist grandma in Linhuang Town.

"Master, I think I understand. Granny Xie said that people have seven emotions, just like light has seven colors. The seven colors merge into white light, and the seven emotions merge into white blood. Immortals are people who have no obstacles to the seven emotions, right?"

Li Muchen looked at the little girl with some surprise, and then seemed relieved that everything was gone. She should have such understanding.

Before he could decide whether to praise her or strike while the iron is hot and continue to enlighten her, he heard the little girl raise a series of questions:

"Master, when you cut off your clones, are you also cutting off the seven emotions? Cutting off the seven emotions is like isolating the black fire of the seven colors of light. Is the invisible black blood you mentioned the one who destroyed your clones? If blood turns into white paste, it means you are an immortal, then what is it after the blood turns black?"

Lantian blinked his big eyes, looked at Li Muchen curiously, opened his arms and made an extremely exaggerated movement——

"Will it turn into a monster that big and that black?"

……

Lin Manqing sat in front of the window of the spacious bedroom in the Li residence in Beijing, staring blankly at the crabapple tree outside the window that was already full of fruits.

The fruits are heavy, as if each one is telling a story about the cold winter, the warmth of spring and the heat of summer. They are not love itself, but the fruit of love.

"Madam!" Yin Ying appeared behind her and called softly.

Only Yin Ying could walk into her room at any time.

Lin Manqing turned around and saw the neatly folded bedding on the bed and sighed softly.

"Madam, Mr. Li is a lucky man, nothing will happen to him. Maybe he just went to another place and will come back after a while!" Yin Ying obviously wanted to comfort Lin Manqing.

Lin Manqing smiled, but her smile was a little faint.

"After going through so much, no one knows him better than me, and no one is more convinced that he will not die than me."

"Then why are you...sighing, ma'am?"

"Didn't you notice that he didn't say a word to me from beginning to end when he showed up at Mount Wutai this time?"

"This..." Yin Ying recalled carefully, and it seemed to be true. "The situation was urgent at the time, so the young master might not have been able to take care of it."

"No," Lin Manqing shook her head. "I know him. He came to say goodbye to me. He used this way of saying goodbye once three thousand years ago. That time, he didn't say a word."

Yin Ying was puzzled. How could it be linked back to three thousand years ago?

Lin Manqing took out a broken jade and said, "Yin Ying, go to Linhuang Town for me. He will definitely go to Huangze. Give this jade to him for me."

"Madam..." Yin Ying didn't know what this piece of jade represented and thought it was a token of love or something.

She was very worried about her lady's condition and wanted to persuade her, but she didn't know what to say.

"I'm fine." Lin Manqing saw what she was thinking and waved her hand, "Don't worry, even if he's gone, I'm still the wife of the Li family. As long as I'm here, the Li family in the capital will not fall."

"This is his fate, and it is also my fate. But in this life, he also chose to challenge fate. There is no chance of winning when people fight against fate, but he is different. So I know that sooner or later, he will say goodbye to me."

Lin Manqing slowly walked to the window again, leaned on the windowsill, and looked at the crabapple tree outside the window.

"I just didn't expect that the way of saying goodbye would be the same as three thousand years ago..."