"What is the purpose of cultivation?"
After reading the young man's experience, Ye Kong, who was standing among the colorful flowers, was suddenly confused.
"Are you really happy with this kind of cultivation?
Which one do you want, or who you were before?"
Ye Kong asked himself again.
Although the experiences of that young man and Ye Kong were not exactly the same, many of them were the same.
The whole family was killed and they left their hometown, but they all had people they cherished in their hearts.
In the deepest part of my heart, there are a few regrets that can never be restored by those who will never be resurrected.
At the end of the practice, what kind of eternal practice do you want, but you forget your original purpose?
When walking becomes a habit, sometimes you lose your direction Ye Kong stretched out his hand again, this time his palm rested on a piece of colorful grass.
This was another young man who was wandering around the capital with a different life, walking through thousands of flowers, but he, who had never been merciless, met a lady who he looked up to.
It was an afternoon in Beijing, and a heavy rain splashed up clouds of green smoke on the dry ground.
Soon, there were large and small pools of water on the stone floor.
A pink embroidered shoe came hurriedly.
She didn't bring a fan, so she had to stand under the eaves of a closed shop.
And he happened to be standing under the eaves.
The two have no intersection and do not know each other.
But at this moment, a cat meowed.
It turned out that in the mud not far away, a newborn kitten was pleading feebly.
She rushed out in the rain and looked down at the kitten.
And above her head, a washed white scholar's robe protected her from the heavy rain in the sky.
Originally, this was just a chance encounter in the rain, but he became obsessed with her from then on.
But soon, he found out that this woman was the daughter of the prime minister, and he was just a scholar from an ordinary family.
He could not write extraordinary articles, nor did he have the background of a prince or general.
He was just a scholar from an ordinary family.
It was simply impossible to marry the daughter of a prime minister.
During another heavy rain, he was beaten out of the door by the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and one of his legs was broken.
Standing in the rain, he felt that he was the poor kitten, raising his head and cursing God's injustice, but But no kind person came to save him.
He died and could no longer study.
His parents tried their best to persuade him to run a tofu stall at home, marry a woman from a wealthy family, and live a good life.
But he is not willing to live an ordinary life like this.
He wants to do something to let everyone know that this is not his destiny and he will definitely come back.
Finally, he searched all over famous mountains and rivers outside, and just when he was about to die, he finally met a legendary strong man.
The strong man saw his tenacity and accepted him as his disciple.
Finally, twenty years later, he reached perfection in practice.
He still maintained the same appearance as before, and his broken legs were restored to health.
He returns home in fine clothes But when he came back, he discovered that his parents had already become nothing more than a cup of dirt.
The neighbor next door said that after you left home, you missed your mother day and night, and she passed away not long after you missed her.
Although your father lived for many more years, his life was so hard.
He got up early every day, worked late at night, and had no one to serve him.
He was still making tofu until the day before his death.
When he died, he only left one sentence, hoping that his son could eat his own tofu when he came back.
But he kept waiting and waiting, but finally he didn't wait.
He was in great pain and felt that he was unfilial.
After observing filial piety for a few days, he took off his filial piety and went to the prime minister's house.
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At this moment, the Prime Minister is already an old man, and his daughter is no longer young.
When he appeared in front of the girl, the girl didn't recognize him at all.
When he told what happened back then, the girl had some impression and just said, "Oh, it's you."
Then the girl went back to looking after her teenage son.
Seeing the family having dinner happily, he declined the family's invitation to stay with him to finish the meal, and walked into the quiet street blankly.
Behind him, there were many gorgeous city canopies, but he was walking alone on the bluestone road.
Inadvertently walking by the door of the ordinary woman's house that was introduced to him, he turned around and saw the warm lights inside.
He suddenly discovered that all his pursuits turned out to be in vain.
He cultivated just for that woman, but that woman didn't need him at all.
Although a girl from an ordinary family has not practiced cultivation and has not married him, she is still living a good life.
Happiness and cultivation are not important at all.
But his parents, the people he should cherish the most, died alone, unable to see him for the last time and not let him send him off for the last time.
Suddenly, he felt that he had done something wrong.
If he had to do it over again, he would take the path of cultivation again.
Ye Kong's fingers left the colorful grass, and his eyes became even more confused.
It was like he had been walking on a straight road, and now, suddenly there was an intersection with countless forks.
Although the road was still there, he was wavering whether to take other forks.
His fingers began to try to touch other colorful plants and even small animals.
These lives were all alive, and each of them had a different story and each had a different life.
Some of these stories are about powerful Pure Land sages, some are about gods from the divine world, some are about mortals in the lower world, and some are about various demon cultivators.
But the same thing is that they all have their own cultivation stories.
When they arrive Finally, I suddenly realized that cultivation is actually not a good thing, it is not their purpose, and it is not what they want.
“What exactly is cultivation?”
"What exactly do I want?"
"If I had it to do over again, if I didn't practice cultivation, if I didn't cross the earth, if I had a choice, would I continue to choose this path of cultivation?"
Ye Kong was walking among the flowers.
He began to be confused.
He began to ask himself, and he didn't know how to answer.
His fingers kept touching, and he wanted to touch all the colorful plants and animals in the world, but what he didn't know was that while he was walking, his legs had turned into colorful colors.
Slowly, his waist also turned into seven colors.
In the end, his whole body and arms also turned into seven colors.
The only thing that hadn't changed was his head.
But he continued to walk and touch, trying to find the answer.
At this moment, the most urgent thing is Zhou Long who is locked in the portable space.
Ye Kong always opens the barrier of the portable space.
Zhou Long can see and hear.
He sees the changes in Ye Kong and wants to shout loudly.
But Ye Kong seemed to be crazy.
No matter how loud he shouted or reminded, Ye Kong couldn't hear him.
Ye Kong was still walking.
I don’t know how long it took, but gradually he could no longer walk.
His feet turned into colorful tree roots, while his hands were still touching more colorful flowers, trying to find the answer: