Of course, this story was not Sui Xiong's original creation. He was an artist, not a philosopher, so he couldn't write such a deep story.
As for the original origin of the story, he naturally didn't know. He was sleepy even when reading art history. If you asked him to read Zhuangzi, it would be a miracle if he didn't fall asleep within ten minutes after picking up the book.
The reason why he knew this story was because he was taught by a teacher when he was in school.
At that time, his academic performance was relatively poor, and the possibility of being admitted to a key high school was almost zero. His parents were very worried, and so was he. Then a teacher who had a good relationship with him advised him to make full use of his talent and love of art. From now on, he started to practice painting, and in the future, he would be admitted to an art school.
"Is this reliable? Can you really support yourself by painting in the future? "His parents were a little worried.
"Our country's situation will get better and better, and the economy will become more and more developed. The demand for art will also increase. As long as you paint well, you should not worry about income, "the teacher analyzed.
So Sui Xiong went to learn painting, but it was not easy. He learned for half a semester and felt that his progress was limited, but he spent a lot more time. He felt that it was very hard, but there was no return, so he began to doubt his life.
"Do I not have the talent for painting?" he asked.
"Most artists actually don't have much talent," the teacher who taught him said. His painting teacher said, "In this society, the most talented people usually become scientists. The first thing an artist needs is passion and persistence. Especially for painters, talent is not as important as you think. "
"But … what if I can't learn well?"
"I have never seen a serious learner who can't learn well. It's just a problem of learning speed," the teacher said. "The master of traditional Chinese painting, Qi Baishi, didn't become famous until his old age."
Sui Xiong thought about it and still felt that "didn't become famous until his old age" seemed a little strange, so he began to doubt his life even more.
Because he was in a trance all day long, the teacher told him this story.
At the end of the story, the teacher said, "A person's life is very short. Those who are lucky can live to more than a hundred years old, and those who are unlucky may die in their early thirties. So it is not very meaningful to think about things that are very far in the future. After all, no one knows whether we will live a short life or a long life. Or a long-lived magic turtle. "
"Then? What should I do? "Sui Xiong asked.
"First, make sure that you can support yourself. Then, do what you want to do." The teacher said with a smile, "Life is so short, no one knows how long they can live. So instead of worrying about whether or not he could produce results, it was better to do the things in front of him well. Whether it's a small worm or a divine turtle or a divine tree, as long as you live seriously, life doesn't matter. "
Strictly speaking, this was a pot of chicken soup for the soul. If Sui Xiong was twenty-five years old, he would definitely not be drunk by this pot of chicken soup. But at fifteen years old, he was still very innocent, so he believed it and continued to work hard to learn painting.
After that, he was admitted to an art school. After that, he became an amateur illustrator. After that … he transmigrated.
But no matter what, the teacher had told him that "as long as you live seriously, life doesn't matter" was indeed very encouraging. Sui Xiong had used this to encourage Wall, who was worried that he would never be able to catch up with the previous Sun God and would never be able to take revenge. Now, Wall used this to encourage Owen, who was confused and did not know where to go. The effect was pretty good.
Owen was originally distressed — as the Holy Son of the God of Scholars, it did not matter whether he believed or not. Anyway, whether he believed or not, it would not affect the arrival of the God of Scholars when necessary. However, now that the God of Scholars had fallen, and his priesthood had been inherited by the God of Knowledge and Culture, the value of his existence as the Holy Son had disappeared. The past ten years of life seemed to have been denied, and the meaning of his existence seemed to have disappeared …
No matter how honest he was, he could not help but be full of complaints. He felt like he was a toy, or perhaps his life was just a joke, being casually fiddled with by the high and mighty gods, spinning around and around.
What was the meaning of such a life?
At this time, when he heard Wall's teachings, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Compared to the gods, mortals were indeed insignificant, but the value of one's life depended only on oneself. What did it have to do with others?
Be it the black tortoise or the sacred tree, no matter how long they lived, what did it have to do with a short-lived worm?
Even if that worm was about to be eaten by the birds, at least it had lived its life seriously and had a life that belonged to it.
As insignificant as he was, as long as he lived his life seriously, his life would be valuable, and he would not be an empty toy!
Therefore, his heart was suddenly enlightened, and he was filled with even more reverence for this God of Knowledge and Culture.
Completely different from the God of Scholars that was out of reach, this His Majesty was the great existence that he truly wanted to follow!
Not only that, this His Majesty had shown him a magnificent world that was beyond his imagination, and this filled him with yearning.
As long as he followed behind this His Majesty, perhaps even someone as insignificant as himself would be able to truly see a wider and more magnificent world, and live a more exciting life!
"Great Your Majesty, please allow me to follow in your footsteps!" He said sincerely. "I have already understood the value of my life, but I still want to see an even more magnificent scene, to see a more distant future!"
Wall smiled and helped him up.
"From today onwards, you will be my pastor," he said. "I will give you a promise. If you can reach the peak of high-level, I will help you step into the Legendary Realm, promote you to a chosen one, and grant you the body of immortality."
The weight of this promise was extremely heavy, and it moved the elders of the Hart Family, as well as the higher-ups of the Church of the God of Scholars.
To promote a chosen one, one had to be granted a trace of divinity. This was a considerable loss to the gods, so most gods were reluctant to promote their chosen ones.
For example, the God of Scholars had not promoted even one chosen one for so many years.
In contrast, Wall, who had just been apotheosized and promoted one chosen one, and now promised to promote another one, felt somewhat different.
But this did not affect the new believers' faith and reverence for him. On the contrary, their faith became stronger and stronger.
Although faith was based on ideals and not on interests, a generous and generous god was, of course, more likely to be loved and respected by people than a stingy and stingy god.
In life, interests were also a necessity.
When Wall left, the people in Grey Tower City who had originally believed in the God of Scholars had all converted their faith and became his devout believers.
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