The hens in the yard all looked at him in surprise, then scattered and hid in the chicken coop. The rooster, on the other hand, had a look of disdain in its eyes as it proudly raised its head and looked at Chu Mo with disdain. It then walked past Chu Mo in a valiant and calm manner.
Chu Mo glanced at the rooster. He felt that he might be incompatible with the rooster, so he was naturally at odds with it. Otherwise, why would roosters behave like this when they saw him? The big rooster was the same.
"Keep looking and I'll stew you!" Chu Mo said fiercely to the rooster.
"Caw, caw!" The rooster ignored him. It crowed, flapped its wings, and walked away.
An old Taoist walked out of the temple. He looked ordinary, with a head full of silver hair and a face full of wrinkles. It was hard to tell how old he was, and he didn't give off any aura either. He grinned at Chu Mo. "A month … so be it. Go chop some firewood." Then he turned and went back into the house, closing the door with a bang.
Chu Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes. Is this how you treat a guest? However, he knew that this old Taoist was no ordinary person. There must be a reason why he asked him to do this.
In fact, for Chu Mo, this one month of enlightenment was more profound than what he would gain in the past few years. He had gained a lot.
Therefore, although the old Taoist didn't seem polite, Chu Mo did as he was told. He walked to the pile of firewood and saw a rusty axe. He took a deep breath and bent down to pick it up.
Chu Mo thought for a moment, then put the axe down again. Then … he returned to his usual Dao.
In an instant, a terrifying pressure almost forced Chu Mo to kneel on the ground!
The Blood Qi in his body surged, and his powerful physical body was being pressured to the point of bleeding. The bones in his body were also creaking.
Chu Mo didn't say anything. He used all his strength to bend down and pick up the axe!
But —
It was too difficult!
He couldn't bend his waist at all!
Even a simple movement caused him incomparable pain. That kind of feeling was truly worse than death.
Chu Mo didn't show any signs of changing. He was still bending over to pick up the axe.
In the Daoist temple, the old man suddenly stood up. Two rays of light shot out from his eyes as he muttered in disbelief, "Is this kid crazy? This, this, this … How could he have realized this so quickly? "
In fact, the fact that Chu Mo was able to open the door within a month had already shocked the old Taoist to the core!
When he first came here, he spent a full 20 years sitting at the entrance of the courtyard to comprehend the Dao.
Twenty years later, he finally stood up and pushed open the door.
As for Chu Mo … it only took him a month!
This made the old daoist feel a huge sense of defeat. On the surface, he looked like he was telling Chu Mo to be careless, but on the inside, he had already been raged by ten thousand roosters.
Although he already knew that this kid was a true genius with an unimaginably noble bloodline and an unbelievable background.
But who didn't have a noble bloodline? He himself also had a noble bloodline! His background … Strictly speaking, it wasn't any worse than Chu Mo's! Since he was young, he had been a peerless genius in everyone's eyes. And … that world wasn't the Yan Huang Region. Therefore, the old daoist didn't think that Chu Mo was much stronger than him.
Just that his strength was … limited. Yes, very limited!
Everyone had the desire to win.
But Chu Mo had used the cruel truth to give the old daoist a hard slap. This had caused the old daoist to suffer quite a bit.
No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "This level of comprehension is too shocking!"
"I used 20 years … and this kid only used a month! Could it be that the gap between us is two hundred and forty times? How is this possible? How can there be such an amazing genius in this world? It must be a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. It must be a coincidence! "
Behind the old daoist's calm expression, he was full of curses. Therefore, the matter that should have been handed over to Chu Mo was temporarily suppressed. He directly sent Chu Mo to chop firewood.
In his heart, he more or less had the thought of watching Chu Mo make a fool of himself. He thought to himself, "Who asked you to be a genius, who asked you to have comprehension, who asked you to slap me in the face unknowingly. This time, I've thrown the biggest problem to you!"
"Let's see what you can do!"
"When you've suffered enough, I'll give you some pointers. You'll even have to be grateful to me." This way, the feeling of defeat in my heart … will lessen a little!
The old daoist seemed to want to torture Chu Mo, but in fact, he wanted to cry but no tears came out. This damn gap was too big!
The reason was simple. Chopping firewood in this courtyard wasn't difficult if it was to assimilate into the dao here. In fact, it could be said to be very simple. Because such a thing could be done by any ordinary mortal man. But that was meaningless.
What could one comprehend from chopping firewood normally? Calm the mind? Precision? Or the control of strength? To a great cultivator, all of these were too ridiculous! There was no meaning at all.
So what was the point of chopping firewood?
The old daoist had only realized after reading some things that the true meaning of chopping firewood was the collision and fusion of two different daos!
The so-called collision was to use one's own dao to collide with the dao here! To use one's own dao to collide with the dao here! To find the optimal point amidst the rumbling of the dao and cause the dao to resonate!
Then … to fuse the two daos together! To become one's own dao!
The old daoist was well aware of this. But he didn't succeed. He had failed.
Even though he had tried many times, he could only give up in the end.
He had failed because his understanding of his own dao was too deep. So much so that even though he had used 20 years to comprehend the dao here and push open the door, he still couldn't use his dao to chop the firewood here!
The collision of two daos sounded simple, but how could it be so easy? Since ancient times, those who were able to do this had all gone on to achieve incomparably glorious and brilliant achievements. They were all true almighty beings!
They … were all Saints!
The old daoist also wanted to become a Saint, even in his dreams! For this dream, he had even left the Allheaven Celestial Realm with his declining sect and left the "pure land" filled with killing intent. His goal in coming to this sealed world was to break the barrier of this world and seize the great opportunity and fortune here.
And this inconspicuous little daoist temple was the path to becoming a Saint.
He had come, he had seen it, and he knew everything, but he … had failed.
How sorrowful was that?
The bright and resplendent path was right in front of him, almost within reach, but no matter what … he just couldn't reach it!
There was nothing sadder than this in the world.
"In the end … this isn't an opportunity for me!" The old daoist's eyes pierced through the walls of the house and landed on the figure desperately trying to grab the axe in the courtyard. He revealed a lonely smile, and his expression was filled with bleakness. But then, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he murmured, "Actually, to be able to see a young man rise before my eyes, to walk that path for me, to overthrow those people, is also a good choice! Didn't I give him the token back then? Then … why should I be jealous of a junior who has such a great relationship with me? "
There was a flash of clarity in the old daoist's eyes. It was a true sense of open-mindedness!
He opened the door and shouted at Chu Mo's back, "Hey, little guy, if you continue like this, you won't be able to grab that axe even if you die!"
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