It was common to feel emotional about the sea, but it was rare to feel emotional about salted fish. However, when he thought about what had happened to him in the past year, even though he was facing a basket of salted fish, Long Qing could not help but sigh.
However, he was very clearly aware that any emotions like sighing and sighing with emotion were too unnecessary to him right now. Moreover, it would cause his mind that had just calmed down with great difficulty to once again feel the pain and despair that was difficult to restrain. So, he silently prepared to leave the fishing port.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. His exquisite leather shoes pressed against the wet and slippery ground as he slowly turned his body around.
He saw a boat rising and falling in the waves in the distance, which was full of morning light. Long Qing's eyes were still much sharper than ordinary people's, and he saw a Taoist in indigo standing on the boat.
The Taoist in indigo on the boat looked ordinary and there was nothing special about him, but he couldn't move his eyes away because his body became extremely stiff because of the shock.
Fishermen and coolies carried heavy catches on their backs and walked through the slippery deck. On the shore, merchants were smoking cigarettes and shouting arrogantly. Seabirds were flying back and forth between the surface of the sea and the ship's mast. The fishing port of Yue Country was busy and noisy as usual. It seemed that no one had seen that small boat.
Long Qing silently looked at the boat and the Taoist on the boat from a distance of hundreds of feet. His eyes were uneasy with the ups and downs of the waves in the distance. He was not a cultivator now, but he still had his insight. It was clear that the Taoist in indigo must be a cultivator, and he couldn't see through him at all. Even he, who was once powerful, couldn't see through him.
The Taoist in indigo on the boat in the distance stood at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back. He slightly raised his head to look at the rising sun in the east, and his whole body seemed to melt in the reddish morning light.
Looking at the back of the Taoist in indigo, Long Qing suddenly had an impulse to run away.
At this moment, a calm but oppressive voice sounded in his mind.
"Is there really such a thing as satisfaction in the world?"
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The Taoist in indigo on the distant sea did not turn around, so he couldn't see whether he spoke or not. But Long Qing knew that the voice in his mind was the Taoist's question.
Hearing this question, his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, and he seemed to be in pain. He lowered his head to look at a struggling shrimp in the mucus at his feet, and murmured, "What can I do if I can't be satisfied?"
Then, he raised his head and looked at the Taoist in indigo on the boat in the distance. With some resentment and frustration, he said, "The light has abandoned itself, and the darkness disdains to kill itself. What right do a good-for-nothing like me have to complain? What kind of life can I hope for? "
The Taoist's voice sounded again in Long Qing's mind from thousands of feet away.
"You have experienced so many things in the past year, but you still don't understand the real relationship between light and darkness. You've experienced so many things in the past year. Don't tell me you still don't understand the true relationship between light and darkness? "
Long Qing thought of the dream when he was climbing the mountain in the Academy. It was a dream that made him extremely painful, proud, glorious, and ultimately frustrated. Thinking of the boundless golden light in the dream, he suddenly understood something. His body suddenly became cold and began to tremble uneasily under the late spring sun.
"But that is not my original belief."
He stared at the Taoist in indigo on the boat in the distance. His trembling voice was like the wind on the mast. It came out from his lips and teeth stiffly and coldly, with endless despair.
The Taoist in indigo did not turn around. He still looked at the red morning sun with his hands behind his back.
"Can belief satisfy you?"
Long Qing replied, "It used to be."
The Taoist in indigo was silent.
Long Qing lowered his head and looked at the struggling shrimp at his feet. He asked painfully, "Is this really okay?"
The Taoist in indigo said, "Yes."
Long Qing asked with some confusion, "Is it worth it?"
The Taoist in indigo said, "It depends on whether you are satisfied or not. If you are satisfied with the present, it is not worth it. If you are not satisfied, it is worth it. I have always thought that there is no real satisfaction in the world, so I think it is worth it no matter when."
In the end, it came back to the original problem of satisfaction.
Long Qing forcibly suppressed his confusion, shock, and helplessness. He frowned and thought hard. In a long silence, he recalled the past and guessed his future life.
Was he really satisfied?
In Capital Cheng, he led the beggars to fight for food and territory. He stole money by kidnapping and cheating. Finally, he earned a sum of money and went to the Kingdom of Song to open a shop and sell salted fish to earn money. Just like that, he lived a peaceful and happy life and became an ordinary successful businessman. He married a beautiful and gentle wife, had two concubines, and had many children. Many years later, when he was old and made sure that no one in Yan Kingdom was after him, he secretly took his family back to Capital Cheng. He knelt on the royal road outside the palace and pointed at the equally old emperor. He trembled and told his grandson that grandpa had a good relationship with the emperor, but he should have been sitting there.
Then, he was about to die. He asked his family to carry him to the West-Hill Divine Kingdom. He came to the foot of the holy mountain full of peach blossoms and squeezed into the crowd of sick women who came to pray to Heaven for medical help. Then, he weakly lay on the stretcher and watched the indifferent and proud cavalrymen of Divine Hall and the black-robed deacons pass by. He looked at the majestic Taoist temples on the high ground. Two lines of tears flowed down his wrinkled cheeks and he cried weakly, "I should have been sitting there."
That kind of life was right. For that kind of life, it was worth doing anything, even if he had to betray his original belief and accept the most painful spiritual baptism.
Long Qing stood in the morning light by the sea and stood in the smell of salted fish and sea breeze. He was unconscious and didn't smell the stench. He was like a soulless body. Suddenly, he knelt down.
With a crisp sound, his knees crushed the struggling shrimp in the mucus in front of him.
He looked at the boat hundreds of feet away and the body of the Taoist in indigo. He put his hands on the ground and knelt down. Tears flowed down his face silently. He trembled and said, "Please guide my way."
The voice of the Taoist in indigo sounded in his mind again, "Follow me."
Long Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little confused. He didn't know how to approach the boat, nor how to follow the back of the Taoist in indigo on the boat.
When he raised his head, he found that he was no longer in front of the fishing port, but a vast blue sea. Seabirds fell into the sea from time to time, disturbing the morning light and the color of the sea.
The back of the Taoist in indigo was only two steps away from him.
He didn't know when he had come to the boat.
Long Qing looked at the Taoist in indigo standing at the bow of the boat and was shocked speechless.
When he saw the picture on the side of the boat, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
The South Sea was much calmer than the East Sea, but the wind and waves were still very strong. Ships that could sail in the South Sea, no matter their size, were very particular. Before the construction of the ship, the wood used for the ship had to be piled up in the shipyard for a long time, exposed to the wind, rain, and sun. Only after the stress was relieved could it be used.
In other words, any ship wood was dead wood.
However, at this time, a peach blossom grew on the side of the boat.
A new peach blossom grew from the dead wood.
It was a black peach blossom, slightly trembling in the sea breeze and threatening in the morning light.
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(I have something to report to you. In the past two days, I really have emotional problems, and I really can't write. That's all I have to take responsibility for. I will change it as soon as possible and will never miserably step into the same mistakes as last month. Fortunately, I can have a day off tomorrow. I will deal with the details and emotions, and then I must put pressure on myself. I will have three chapters on Sunday and three chapters on Monday. If I feel right, then I hope that the three chapters can last for two more days. I bow to you.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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