Life was like a white steed flitting across a crevice.
A year passed in the blink of an eye.
In the north of Zhongzhou, on a barren mountain.
Lu Changsheng was deep in thought.
He couldn't understand why it was so difficult to become a mortal.
A year ago, he left Daira Holy Place to experience life and try different professions.
He immediately became a beggar. As he begged, he tried to understand life.
But as soon as he became a beggar, he was surrounded by countless women who gave him money and food. He even attracted the princess of that country, who wanted him to be her husband.
Soon, Lu Changsheng left that country. Since he couldn't be a beggar, Lu Changsheng decided to start a woodcarving business. He didn't expect that his business would be so good as soon as he opened. Even dozens of people couldn't stop him.
Later, Lu Changsheng went to practice medicine and wanted to save people. But the women he saved all fell in love with him and followed him no matter what.
As a result, there would always be hundreds of women surrounding them whenever they were saving lives, sucking in all the air and causing many patients to suffocate to death. If it wasn't for Lu Changsheng's help, who knew how many sins would have been committed.
In short.
Over the past year.
No matter what Lu Changsheng did, there would be a huge reaction.
He was always surrounded by countless women. The worst thing was that the emperor of a dynasty actually fell in love with him and wanted to take him as a concubine.
In the end, he was beaten up badly by Lu Changsheng.
On the barren mountain.
Lu Changsheng was about to cry.
With this, how could he become a mortal?
In fact, Lu Changsheng even wore a wooden mask to cover his face, but it still couldn't stop his charm.
And Lu Changsheng finally knew his flaws.
He couldn't change his appearance.
That's right, Lu Changsheng wanted to become uglier, but he found that magic was useless against him. He couldn't change his appearance.
Sigh! This damned charm.
Lu Changsheng sighed.
He sat on the barren mountain and was about to give up.
To transform into a mortal, one had to roam the world with the heart of a mortal. One had to experience the various forms of the mortal world as an ordinary person.
But no matter how he tried, he was unable to conceal his charm. He was welcomed everywhere. Was this what a transcendent mortal was like?
Wasn't he enjoying it?
This was very troublesome, and he couldn't help but worry.
They were in the wilderness.
The scarlet land stretched for thousands of kilometers, looking extremely desolate. At a glance, aside from a few vultures, it was hard to see any other creatures in the sky.
However, not far away, two tiny figures appeared before Lu Changsheng's eyes.
They were two monks.
An old monk and a young monk.
They walked barefoot in the desert, their lips dry and cracked, their bodies dark. They looked extremely ancient, as if they were walking aimlessly.
Lu Changsheng looked at the two of them quietly.
He remained silent and watched quietly.
The old monk and the young monk walked for a long time, a total of three days. They rested for a day along the way before appearing in the desolate valley.
"You two, have some water."
On the tall mountain, Lu Changsheng threw a water bag down from a high place. At the same time, he brought a few pieces of dry rations.
He could tell with a glance that the two monks had run out of water. They had already reached their limit, especially the young monk. His eyes were slightly dazed and he looked like he couldn't hold on any longer.
However, when they saw the water bag and dry rations on the ground, they couldn't help but be slightly surprised. When they looked up and saw Lu Changsheng, they immediately pressed their palms together.
"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness, benefactor."
The two monks were extremely thankful.
Soon, the young monk picked up the water bag and immediately poured it into his mouth. He was very thirsty. In such a desolate place, water was life.
Gugugugu!
The young monk gulped down mouthfuls of water, and the water in the water bag seemed to be endless.
At the side, the old monk looked at Lu Changsheng with a smile in his eyes. "This poor monk, Kong Hui, greets benefactor. Thank you, benefactor, for saving us."
Kong Hui thanked Lu Changsheng.
"It's just a small matter, don't worry about it."
Lu Changsheng said, but he was very surprised. In fact, he could tell that the old monk was the most thirsty person, but he didn't fight for the water bag and dry rations.
"Zhi Ming! Don't drink anymore, leave some for benefactor. "
However, soon, the old monk spoke slowly. He looked at his disciple and said.
When the latter heard this, he gulped down another mouthful of water and reluctantly handed the water bag to his master.
However, Kong Hui didn't drink the water. Instead, he dabbed the water droplets around the water bag and smeared them on his extremely dry lips. He then plugged the water bag and said, "Benefactor, this is the wilderness. I don't know how long it will take before we can find an inn. Benefactor, please leave some of this water for us."
Kong Hui didn't drink the water. He only smeared some on his dry lips to quench his thirst.
This was not bad. He had the spirit of an eminent monk.
In the face of life and death, he didn't seem greedy.
What surprised Lu Changsheng even more was that these two monks were mortals. They weren't cultivators.
However, there was a weak Buddhist light in the old monk's body.
"May I ask if the two of you are ascetic monks?"
Lu Changsheng asked curiously.
"Benefactor, yes."
The old monk replied directly.
The so-called ascetic monks weren't masochists. Instead, it was a type of high-level cultivation.
Ascetic monks believed that there was a limit to the suffering in the world.
The more suffering they endured, the less suffering others would have to endure.
Therefore, ascetic monks would usually starve and suffer in extremely poor places. They would endure hardships that ordinary people would not be able to endure. They wanted to use this opportunity to enter Buddhism and comprehend the supreme Dharma.
"Then do you know that there aren't any inns in the 1,500 li ahead?"
Lu Changsheng said calmly.
"I don't know."
The old monk replied honestly.
"Now that I've told you, you can turn around and leave. Otherwise, you'll definitely die in front."
Lu Changsheng didn't lie.
There wasn't a single inn in the 1,500 li ahead. This was a desert, and there were only four to five cities. The distance between them could be described as 1,000 li.
It would take at least a few months for a person to walk 1,000 li.
Moreover, there was no food or water along the way. Once they lost their way, they would definitely die.
He kindly reminded them to turn back and find the next path.
"Thank you for your reminder, benefactor."
The old monk put his palms together and thanked Lu Changsheng. Then, he put the water bag on the ground and only took out a piece of biscuit for the dry food. However, he handed it to his disciple and said, "Give me a piece of dry food, benefactor. I'll recite the prayer sutra 10,000 times."
In fact, Lu Changsheng was giving him the dry food. However, he didn't expect the other party to not be greedy and only take one piece.
"It's okay."
Lu Changsheng nodded. He was very casual.
But soon, the old monk continued walking forward without turning back.
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