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

So Lu Yuan, apart from eating and sleeping, would sit in the courtyard and make tinkling sounds every day.

But the strange thing is that no matter how he carved it, the piece of wood that Old Dengtou gave him never changed at all.

In his eyes, every blow he struck hit the top of the carving knife, and the carving knife was always pressed against the wood.

But in the eyes of Lao Dengtou and Deng Yuejiao, every time he hammered there was a strange deviation, either it hit his own hand, or the carving knife was not aimed at the wood, or the hammer and carving knife were not aligned with each other. When the top came into contact, all his strength was inexplicably restrained.

So until now, the wood is still the same piece of wood without any change.

As early as when he hit her hand with the hammer for the first time, Deng Yuejiao screamed and wanted to step forward to stop him, but was held back by Old Deng.

"Why are you panicking? Even if he has amnesia, he is still a cultivator. How can a cultivator's physical body be broken by a small hammer? Forget about the kitchen knife that broke open?"

"There will always be pain, right?"

"Does it look like he's in pain?"

"It really doesn't look like it, but..."

"The world in his eyes is different from ours. We can study and inherit the achievements of our predecessors, but he can only explore everything by himself. If you try to stop him now, you might be doing a disservice."

After some persuasion from Lao Dengtou, Deng Yuejiao no longer had any thoughts of obstruction.

But it seems that Lu Yuan's stupidity cannot be made up for by hard work.

From early spring to late autumn, the clothes on the grandfather and grandson's bodies changed from heavy to light, and then from light to heavy, but the wood in Lu Yuan's hands remained unchanged.

Old Dengtou did not run to the teahouse anymore. His attention was completely transferred to Lu Yuan. His story writing seemed to have reached a bottleneck. He would often finish writing a paragraph, look at Lu Yuan, and then burn all the finished parts. , and then continued to look at Lu Yuan who was doing useless work with his brows furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

During this period, Deng Yuejiao stepped forward to guide Lu Yuan more than once, but every time she was so angry that Lu Yuan was so stupid and hopeless that she rolled her eyes.

A simple movement, no matter how many times Deng Yuejiao teaches it, or even if she corrects it step by step, Lu Yuan will still get it wrong.

It's like teaching a child arithmetic. You have told a peach plus a peach equal to two peaches countless times. When you ask again, any answer may come out, but "two" doesn't come up. But if you take out two peaches at the same time, , directly asked the other party how many there were, and the answer became 'two' again.

Can drive people crazy.

Of course, there are differences between Lu Yuan and the child.

Children are stupid without knowing it, and they even always think that they are right.

Lu Yuan was stupid and self-aware. Under Deng Yuejiao's explanation, he knew that he was wrong, and maybe even realized where he was wrong, but he couldn't change it no matter what.

After realizing this, Deng Yuejiao's annoyance and anger were gradually replaced by sympathy, and she taught Lu Yuan more carefully.

Perhaps out of regret, Lu Yuan refused her help not long after.

One person was tinkling and knocking.

The wood was still intact as when it was given to him, but it had long since dried up and was no longer a qualified wood carving material.

What makes Deng Yuejiao a little strange is that even after such a long period of time with no results, Lu Yuan did not show the slightest emotion of boredom or self-pity.

This is not human nature.

It's like the other party has lost his memory and is ignorant of the world, but he can still say many words that he doesn't understand at all.

Under the moonlight, Deng Yuejiao made a pot of tea and sat in the courtyard with her grandfather. While drinking tea, she looked at Lu Yuan with strange eyes, who was still doing useless work.

"Grandpa, do you think his character is weird? He has a very contradictory feeling."

Old Deng nodded, then quickly shook his head and said: "From a normal person's point of view, it is indeed strange, but what if he is really an immortal who has cut off all the past as I said?"

Deng Yuejiao rolled her eyes, not wanting to talk to her grandfather anymore.

Seeing that his granddaughter still didn't believe it, Old Dengtou explained with a serious face: "Think about it, for a newborn child, if no one teaches him the truth and tells him what is right and what is wrong, then This child's temperament and behavior should be more instinctive.

The first instinct of all living things in the world is always survival, which in turn derives characteristics such as greed, selfishness, and aggressiveness. The second instinct is reproduction, which derives characteristics such as lust and love for display. These are the laws of heaven engraved in every creature. Things in the bones of living beings, so that living beings in the world can continue to thrive and never die.

A creature that has not received any education at all, everything is driven by instinct, and it is impossible to get rid of these bad qualities, but whether it is greed, selfishness, aggression, lust, love to show off... he has none of these, it can be said that Except for being a little stupid, he has no bad qualities, and this kind of stupidity does not seem to be innate. He is actually very smart and can recognize his own stupidity, and he is trying to avoid the negative consequences of this stupidity as much as possible, such as being afraid of you. I was so angry that I rejected your teaching. "

Old Dengtou's words touched Deng Yuejiao's heart.

She didn't care before, but now that she thought about it, she felt that what her grandfather said made sense.

Their grandfather and grandson had never taught Lu Yuan any important principles. Of course, it might have been in vain if they had taught him. Even so, Lu Yuan's actions seemed to have always been subject to some kind of restraint.

If survival and reproduction are instincts engraved in the bones of every creature by the way of heaven, and then derive various natures, then Lu Yuan is completely different.

These two things have long been gone in his bones, or they have been replaced by something else.

That's why he doesn't have those bad natures.

"Then grandpa, why do you think he is like this? What does it have to do with the Immortal?"

Deng Yuejiao raised her question to Old Deng.

Old Dengtou chuckled and said: "This has to mention my storybook. The protagonist of my storybook happens to be an immortal. After countless years, the emotions of the immortal have been wiped out long ago, but if it really is What's the point of this?

So I added a... setting. The Immortal has completely engraved the qualities and behavioral principles he had before his emotions died into his bones. From then on, good and evil do not exist in his heart but are revealed in his actions.

This is not emotion or memory, but instinct, just like the instincts engraved in all living beings by the way of heaven. He removed the instincts given by the way of heaven and replaced them with the principles of human conduct that he has summarized over his endless years. This is the stupid man. The source of the contradiction between being stupid and smart after the boy lost his memory. "

Deng Yuejiao resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said impatiently: "Three sentences cannot be separated from your words, right? Even if there are similarities between the two, the words are the words, and you made them up yourself! It's fake !”

Old Dengtou waved his hand.

"Hey! What if it's true? What if there is an immortal in this world, and he happens to need to open up a path of practice that is not within the way of heaven, and he happens to need to cut off all the past, and he happens to be picked up by you. ? My words are easier to explain. How can an immortal remember his purpose after losing everything in the past? Then shouldn't someone remind him? Show him the way? He laid out a plan in advance, reconnected cause and effect, and connected himself His experience has become the creative inspiration for this bad old man like me, and then I can give him some guidance and give him a... Aaaaaaah! My dear grandson! It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

"Didn't you say in your words that he has refined the Supreme Treasure of the Great Dao? Why can't he lift the Supreme Treasure of the Great Dao? You have to come? Do you think so highly of yourself?"

"Oh, right? It's been almost a year, why hasn't there been any movement on his great treasure?"