The fifth brother, Situ Li, was beaten up badly by the second brother, Bei Baifa, and the third brother, Erwin. Even though Tianji Zi was far away, he could still hear Situ Li's miserable screams.
"Shua, shua, shua ~" He held a big broom and swayed as he swept the fallen leaves around the ancestral hall. Zeng Shushu felt that her understanding of artistic conception had improved.
Ever since he stepped into the fifth level of the Supreme Purity Realm, the progress of his cultivation had obviously slowed down. Often, his cultivation could not advance for a few years. Was his talent already at its peak? Or had the comfortable life worn away his ambition? Tianji Zi spent ten years in depression.
Coincidence, a very small coincidence. One day, when Zeng Shushu picked up a broom and wanted to sweep the fallen leaves around the ancestral hall, she was surprised to find that the amount of true energy in her body had increased! Although it was small, it had indeed increased! The ecstatic Zeng Shushu picked up the broom that had been abandoned for a long time. One, two…
From then on, there was one less graceful and elegant nineteenth-generation Green Cloud disciple in the ancestral hall. There was an old gatekeeper in a cotton robe who waved a broom.
It was as if he had pushed open a door that had been left ajar. He finally had an answer to his confusion about how Wan Jianyi had cleaned the ancestral hall with dozens of items. This was a Dao, a Dao that allowed one to comprehend nature. Harmonizing with heaven and earth would allow one to be closer to the Great Dao and comprehend the true essence of the Dao.
Zeng Shushu put down the broom and patted her slightly sore waist. She panted slightly. Counting the time, it had been sixty years since he had created the Xuanqing Realm. In the past sixty years, countless people in the mortal world had grown old and many new generations had grown up. Thinking about it carefully, there might be a great principle hidden in this reincarnation. Unfortunately, his vision was shallow and he could not comprehend it no matter what.
Was he afraid of death? Zeng Shushu stood there in a daze for a long time before nodding and shaking her head. He had already died once in his previous life. No matter how he thought about it, death was just a long sleep. He wasn't afraid of death. But then again, if he really had to swear in front of the world that he was not afraid of death, he probably would not have the guts to say it.
When people faced unfamiliar things, they would always inadvertently reveal their fragile side. They would be frightened or afraid, and sometimes they would wish they could turn around and leave. Fortunately, people often had a second chance when faced with many unfamiliar things. Relying on the experience left behind by their predecessors, people could seek good fortune and avoid disaster, making themselves stronger and more confident. They were confident that they would no longer be afraid or weak.
However, when facing death, how many people could not be afraid? In the end, facing the unknown state known as " death," most people would feel fear, unease, and at a loss.
No one would tell you about the experience of death because the dead could not speak. Because of this," death " became one of the central topics that had never changed since ancient times. Because even if countless people died, they could not bring about even the slightest understanding of " death." It was also for this reason that death had probably become one of the many topics that humans feared, revered, and tried to explore or avoid ever since the emergence of the human race.
It was precisely because of the fear of death that immortal immortals appeared in the myths. It was because people pinned their hopes of immortality on these legendary people who were omnipotent and omnipotent. It was precisely because of the fear of death that the legendary Immortal Cultivators, who cultivated to the extreme, could reach the mysterious realm of the legendary " Immortal ". They created all kinds of magical techniques, hoping to achieve the eternal "immortal" karma and reach the transcendence realm of "I am immortal if the world is immortal". It was also because of the experience of "death" that Zeng Shushu, who clearly still had at least five hundred years of lifespan left, would study the ancient scroll without caring about anything else. He would use his courage to create the incomplete Xuanqing Manual of Taiji Mystical Dao.
Everything was to gain a little more time, to avoid the colorless, odorless, formless, illusory, and real thing known as " death." From this point of view, it was not difficult to understand that cultivation was fighting with the heavens.
Looking at the sunrise and sunset, the flowers blooming and withering, which one of them wasn't reincarnation? Which of them could escape the interference of Samsara? It was like a budding leaf in the early spring that would turn into a withered leaf and return to the earth in the autumn wind. The fallen leaves returned to their roots, revealing the truth of this world.
No one could escape death, and no one could escape the uncanny workmanship of this top-notch sculptor, Time. Time has unknowingly left tiny scratches on your body.
Since he couldn't avoid death, why should he? Instead of being on guard all day long, it was better to open up and accept it. Enjoying the rest of his life, with a large number of disciples surrounding him, even if he stopped cultivating now, he still had a few hundred years to live. He was still greedy for such a long lifespan. He was indeed greedy.
"Heh, heh heh, heh…I see, I see. I've got it, I've got it. Was it because he had experienced death once that he couldn't let go? Was that why he couldn't bear to part with the achievements he had created?”The broom was already lying on the ground. Tianji Zi was crying and laughing at the same time. He seemed to have gone crazy as he kept muttering some words that no one else could understand. In the end, the surroundings finally quieted down. Everything returned to normal.
Fierce! A powerful and overbearing aura rose from Tianji Zi's body. It was like an unsheathed sharp sword, exuding a terrifying might. This aura only appeared for a moment before disappearing. It was as if it was an illusion, or perhaps it had never existed. Only Zeng Shushu's aura, which had become even more mysterious, seemed to be saying something silently.
Situ Li's miserable cries continued. Not far away, accompanied by the setting sun, a figure slowly appeared in front of the steps of the ancestral hall.
Raising his head, Tianji Zi carefully observed the face that was mixed with both immaturity and maturity under the setting sun. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his old and turbid eyes suddenly burst out with an astonishing brilliance.
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