He Came From The Forbidden Land, Waving His Sleeves To Write About Immortality

Goudan fiercely shook off Li Mo Nian's hand that was holding him.

He yelled with red eyes: "You can obviously save the master! Why don't you save me?"

Seeing Goudan's appearance, Li Mo Nian didn't know what to say.

She did go back in time with the intention of saving her father, and she was indeed able to save her father.

She went back in time countless times and confided the truth to her father countless times.

However, the other party's answer is the same every time.

"Master, he doesn't want to..."

Li Mo Nian once again held down Goudan's hands digging the grave and explained seriously.

Goudan was stunned.

Because Li Mo Nian's answer was exactly the same as Lu Yuan's.

Master, is he really not willing to live again?

But he didn't deserve to die?

The young Goudan didn't understand Master's thoughts at all.

Maybe you will never understand it in your lifetime.

He lay on his wife's grave and finally cried loudly, venting his inner sorrow and indignation unscrupulously.

Li Mo Nian stood beside him to accompany him, while Lu Yuan was still drinking tea by himself.

It wasn't until the golden sunshine was stained with red clouds that Goudan stopped crying.

He silently piled back the grave soil bit by bit with his hands.

Then he used his hands, feet, and his not-so-large body to compact and flatten the soil.

After doing this, he couldn't afford to kneel down at Master's grave.

The Master never taught him this.

He has seen other people being buried. The relatives of the buried person would cry loudly, perform some strange rituals, and kneel in front of the tombstone for a long time.

Goudan didn't like this very much in the past, because he had personally seen those figures crying in grief, and then they turned around and talked to others with laughter, as if the previous grief was just an act.

But now, it seems that these are the only things that can express the emotions in his heart.

Many people gave him alms every day, but he was only grateful to his Master.

Only the master regarded him as a human being and would invite him to the table, teach him knowledge, and inquire about his welfare.

Others called him Goudan, and they really regarded him as a dog.

It wasn't until night fell that Goudan got up with difficulty.

He has not eaten for a day and a night, and is very hungry. He will die if he is hungry for a long time.

He doesn't want to die yet.

There are also some meals donated by others in his kennel.

But just as he was about to leave, he saw Li Mo Nian walking up to him with a bowl of steaming white porridge and handing the porridge to him with a smile.

"I learned cooking from dad, now, you try it."

Goudan was stunned for a moment, but he still took the porridge handed over by Li Mo Nian, raised his head and swallowed it in big gulps.

The porridge is very hot, with a hint of the sweetness of the rice itself.

It is indeed the Master's taste, exactly the same.

Goudan put down the bowl without even a grain of rice left, lowered his head and whispered thank you, then quickly walked out the door.

Li Mo Nian said to Goudan's back: "I will leave with my master soon. Can you please help take care of my father? If you don't like running back and forth, you can stay here."

Goudan paused and ran faster for some reason.

After watching Goudan leave, Li Mo Nian walked to Master and said softly: "Master, I have found my home, and I can leave."

She clearly remembered that when the master came down the mountain, he said 'keep the appointment'.

The time spent with her father allowed her to regain the emotions that a normal person should have, and it was precisely because of this that she realized how abnormal her master's temperament was.

The master didn't seem to care about anything, as if there was nothing in the world that could arouse his interest.

It can be seen that this agreement should be very important to the master.

Lu Yuan glanced at her and said, "Don't you want to spend more time with me, Master?"

Li Mo Nian shook his head.

"I have been with my father for a long time when I look back. Although he never remembers what happened before, I am very satisfied. The one who really needs to accompany my father is Goudan. When my father dies, he will really They have no home."

If she doesn't leave, Goudan won't come.

Countless times of going back in time not only allowed her to understand her father, but also allowed her to understand the bitch whom her father regarded as his son.

Goudan is very pitiful, but he doesn’t need anyone’s pity.

Having been wandering since childhood, Goudan has developed a heavy defense against everyone.

Lu Yuan nodded.

“You do learn a lot.”

"That's right! Daddy has given me all he has learned throughout his life." Li Mo Nian raised his little head proudly.

Lu Yuan divided the few remaining thoughts into two parts, poured one part into the teapot, and placed it on the fire to cook.

He said slowly: "Don't be anxious, there is still one thing that has not been dealt with."

"What's the matter?" Li Mo Nian asked a little confused.

"It seems that Master still has reservations about you."

"ah?"

"He taught you a lot of things, but he missed hatred."

"Why teach me hatred?"

"The master's misfortune began with a snowstorm in June. His wife was frozen into ice cubes and broken into countless pieces. His daughter disappeared since then, and she didn't recognize him when they saw each other again. He died because of the lack of morality in the monk's heart. He gave up his long journey to immortality, and the severe cold caused the root of his disease. His lifespan was greatly reduced, and his life was miserable. The misfortune of a mortal's life is only due to a heavy snowfall caused by an immortal. The world is huge and there are so many monks, but no one can do it. Qi Ping is not angry, shouldn't he hate it?"

Li Mo Nian was silent.

Daddy indeed never mentioned these things in front of her.

Lu Yuan glanced at her and continued: "Do you still remember what the Master was teaching the children when you and I first met?"

"In the beginning, human beings are inherently good." Li Mo Nian remembered clearly that she had heard this sentence countless times as the starting point for her encounter with her father.

"I asked him, if the lecture had not been interrupted, what he would have taught the children whether human nature is inherently good or human nature is evil. Do you still remember how he answered?"

"You haven't asked?"

"I'm not talking about going back in time to what happened."

"...I remembered, dad said that human nature is evil."

"Only when you see the evil in your heart can you do good."

"Isn't this also the inherent evil in human nature?"

"Some people do evil all their lives, but never think that what they do is evil. Some people do good all their lives, but they don't know the meaning of good and evil. They only have the intention to do good, but they do all evil."

Li Mo Nian was silent again. She thought of her previous self, when she had personally given the dog eggs to her husband to bury the hungry rabbit.

Come to think of it, this is what Master said: "You only have the intention to do good, but all you do is evil."

Lu Yuan continued: "It doesn't matter whether your nature is good or evil. What matters is whether people can recognize themselves and others clearly. If they can recognize themselves clearly, they are also good. If they can't, they are good and evil. Under the teachings of the Master, , you have recognized yourself, and today I will teach you to recognize others."

"How do you recognize it?" Li Munian asked.

Lu Yuan looked at the starry sky outside the window.

"Let's start with the enemy."

"Who is the enemy?"

"Patrol Angel."

"How do I find him?"

"This is the second technique I want to teach you, the sound transmission technique."

"Sound transmission?"

"This technique is based on heaven and earth. Everything in the world will convey your voice. If he hears it, he must see you. If he doesn't see it, he will be rejected by heaven and earth, and his body will die and his path will disappear."

"Is this, such a domineering technique really called the sound transmission technique?"

"I don't like naming useless methods."

"...It doesn't sound like it's useless."

"Come here."