I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

"Two years after Qingfeng was released from the mansion, he went south to do business. Since he came from the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was easier for him to do business than ordinary people. He has been doing well in the past few years." Liu Zhengqing felt that there was no need to reminisce about the past, so he didn't tell Lin Jin, "If you want to talk to her, we can go back now."

Lin Jin looked back at the tea stall. Perhaps the old friend the system was talking about was Qing Feng. She shook her head and said, "Forget it. Since I didn't recognize him just now, it means we are not destined to meet. I just didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

Taking this official road, they would have to pass by the city where they stayed yesterday, but they didn't meet them this morning, which means that they were actually traveling in opposite directions.

"It seems... there is nothing to talk about." Lin Jin sighed slightly, "It's good to know that she is doing well. Sister Shi Xia should also be relieved."

It was indeed an old friend, but just meeting this old friend once was enough to make her feel as if she was suffocating.

Liu Zhengqing pretended not to see the sadness in her eyes. He guessed this would happen so he didn't tell Lin Jin that the person was Qingfeng. Whenever Lin Jin met someone who had a connection with Song Er in the past, she would think of Song Er.

When I think of Song Er, I feel sad that no one can comfort me.

The clouds were blown away by the wind, as if taking away the haze.

Qingweizi's whisk swept as if he had caught something in the air that ordinary people could not see. The disciples behind him stood obediently behind him until Qingweizi finished his practice.

"Ancestor, why are you helping Liu Zhengqing? It was clearly Liu Zhengqing who committed the sin, why are you helping him to clean up the mess?" One of the Taoist children couldn't understand this. Reversing yin and yang was against the principles of heaven, and all the sins of killing should be blamed on Liu Zhengqing.

But in the end they had to run to so many places, wouldn't it be better to just let Liu Zhengqing take the consequences?

People like this deserve to suffer the consequences of their own actions.

Qingweizi wanted to stroke his beard, but he was unable to do so because it was cut by these two unfilial descendants: "When will the cycle of revenge end? Someone must come to end this injustice."

"But Master, didn't you say that every wrong has its perpetrator, and that we outsiders should not interfere with the cause and effect and fate of these people?" The Taoist boy was confused by Qingweizi's words, as their master clearly did not say this before.

Qingweizi looked mysterious and profound: "This is the karma I owe."

Another Taoist boy who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up: "I just don't understand. Life and death are determined by fate, and people's life spans are limited. Why does Liu Zhengqing insist on resurrecting the dead, and why do those people insist on killing them?"

"Gods and Buddhas have no form, but humans have 180,000 forms. Everything is just human greed." Qingweizi looked at the dark clouds dispersing in the sky, "Everything is finally over."

Cause and effect have canceled each other out, and everything is over.

"So we cultivators must cut off our emotions and desires and curb our greed!" The Taoist boy was delighted at first, but soon became confused again, "But what exactly is greed, and how can we not be greedy?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he did not dare to disturb Qingweizi, so he had to touch Qingshanzi beside him and asked: "What exactly is greed?"

Qingshanzi turned his head to look at him, but quickly turned his head back: "Maybe you want to take something that doesn't belong to you, or you want to keep something that can't be kept? I don't know."

"I clearly know that my practice is not enough, but I still want to become as powerful as the master. Is this just greed? So this is the reason why I have not been able to attain enlightenment!" He suddenly realized.

Qingshanzi: “…”

Stupid, if you practice hard, it is possible to be as powerful as the master, okay? This is not greed.

"Jing Lingzi, you can't have your cake and eat it too. What if you can't have both?" Qingweizi smiled and looked back at him.

Jing Lingzi tilted his head in confusion: "But aren't we in Quanzhen Dao forbidden to eat meat? What does fish and bear's paw have to do with us?"

Qingshanzi tilted his head slightly to hide the corners of his lips that he couldn't suppress.

Qingweizi: “…”

"Oh! Oh! Of course it's one of the two!" Jing Lingzi seemed to realize that he had made a fool of himself, and quickly answered Qing Weizi, "What's the problem with that?"

"Not everyone is willing to give up. Knowing that you can't have both, but still demanding..." Qingshanzi suddenly understood something. "The master means that it is human nature to want both fish and bear's paw, but knowing that you can't have both, but still unwilling to give up, is greed."

Jing Lingzi also understood and smiled: "I understand too. The obsession that goes beyond common sense is greed."

Qing Weizi habitually touched his beard with his hand, but found nothing again. His eyebrows twitched. “It’s time to go back to the mountain. When you go back, follow your master and practice well.”

Qingshanzi and Jinglingzi exclaimed: "But Master and the others are not as powerful as you, the Grandmaster."

Following a master, you won’t see as much of the world as following the ancestors.

Qingweizi knocked the two men on the head and said, "You are a little kid with big brains. Go back. The debt you owe them has been paid off. There is no need to interfere in worldly affairs. People who practice cultivation should avoid owing karma."

The two men looked at each other. Although they didn't know what karma their ancestor owed, since the ancestor said so, what else could they say?

When Lin Jin's Buddhist beads broke, Yin Fushu, who was playing the piano, suddenly felt a pain in her heart. The strings made a sound that was completely discordant with the music, and she stopped moving.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The girl next to Yin Fushu asked about her condition with concern, "You seem to look very bad all of a sudden."

Yin Fushu slowed down his breathing and smiled at her: "I didn't sleep well last night, so I feel a little dizzy."

"I'm sorry for disturbing your fun. You guys continue playing. I'll go back and rest." Yin Fushu found an excuse and went back to his room to rest. After closing the door, he covered his chest, feeling his heart beating. Then he felt his pulse. His originally weak and slow pulse now became strong and fluent.

This is……

"How strange." Yin Fushu didn't quite understand the current situation. She had regained her pulse some time ago, but the beat of her pulse was different from that of a healthy person. She originally thought it would be like this, but now there was no difference from her four years ago.

This seemed to be what the master meant by returning to the world.

Yin Fushu didn't understand what was going on. All this happened without any warning. At the beginning, Xianglian just said that it would be fine as long as the time was right. But today, apart from studying in the house, she just played half a song.

"Sister Yin." There was a knock on the door, and Li Yazhi's voice rang out, "Are you okay? I just heard that you were not feeling well. Do you need me to ask a doctor to come and see you?"

Yin Fushu walked over to open the door. Meeting Li Yazhi's concerned eyes, she smiled faintly, "It's just that I didn't sleep well. It's not a big deal."

"Are you tired recently? You have to study and make perfume for them. It's very stressful." Li Yazhi sighed and looked at her with a little heartache. "The Spring Examination is coming soon. How can your body bear it?"

"It's okay. Maybe I was too engrossed in reading last night and went to bed late, so that's why. I'm sorry to have made you worried." Yin Fushu couldn't tell outsiders what happened to him, so he had to attribute all the mistakes to his studies.

Li Yazhi didn't ask any more questions after hearing her say this, but took out a sachet from her sleeve pocket and said, "This is the spice tribute from the Western Regions. I know you are good at blending perfumes. Maybe the spice tribute from the Western Regions can't compare to your craftsmanship, but this is a token of my appreciation."

Yin Fushu took the sachet, not knowing what to say. Looking at the word Yin embroidered on it, his eyes softened a bit: "Thank you."