Chapter 172: I Want to Become an Immortal
If Zuo Ruo's childhood was over a hundred years old, how could he not understand the other person's feelings at this moment.
He took a few steps forward, held up Zhang Zhiwei's hands as he was about to salute, and sighed, "My condolences."
When a close person passes away, seeing the elders who are of the same generation as the relative and with whom they have a good relationship will naturally make them feel more intimate, and therefore will give rise to greater sadness.
"Hmm~"
Zhang Zhiwei nodded heavily.
"Come with me."
"I'm very busy and I'm a little slow. I hope you can understand."
Jiang Liu shook his head: "Just take care of your own business, we are not outsiders."
Zhang Zhiwei hummed.
After a while, everyone was brought to the Tianshi Mansion.
The Tianshi Mansion was now all white, and all the disciples were wearing mourning clothes. The sound of chanting scriptures and the sound of wooden fish could be heard.
Zuo Ruotong was the first to burn incense, followed by Si Chong, Jiang Liu, Lu Jin, Shui Yun, Cheng Zhen and other younger generations.
The atmosphere in the mourning hall was heavy. The coffin was placed on one side and covered with a curtain.
After burning incense, Jiang Liu and others were arranged to rest in a guest house on the side.
At night, Zhang Zhiwei came to the door wearing mourning clothes and looking tired.
"Chief Jiang, I have a question I want to ask in person."
Jiang Liu was startled, then asked: "What's the problem?"
"Master has passed away. People like us who practice cultivation have always dreamed of immortality and becoming immortals. We long to learn the truth."
"But what if I die? After I die, where will Master go?"
"What kind of ending will we, the confused people who practice Taoism, have?"
Jiang Liu was stunned when he heard this question.
Where do people go when they die?
This answer was too profound, and even he could not answer it for a while. Because the ultimate goal of practicing Taoism is to escape death, avoid death, and live forever.
The living cannot see death, and even if the dead really know it, they cannot tell the living.
He fell into deep thought, and Zhang Zhiwei was also waiting quietly.
A long time, a long time.
Jiang Liu just raised his head and said, "I have seen a miniature world."
“All living things have spirits, and only with spirits can they live. The death of the body is not the end. Once the spirit leaves the body, it will find a new home again.”
"So-called birth and death are the cycle of spirits between heaven and earth. This is part of the rules itself."
Zhang Zhiwei was stunned: "Reincarnation?"
"You can say that."
Jiang Liu nodded.
"So, are there really immortals in this world? After overcoming the calamity and ascending to heaven, will they really go to heaven?"
"You are the one who survived the catastrophe. I want to hear what you have to say."
Zhang Zhiwei asked again in a deep voice.
"Surviving the tribulation does not lead to ascension."
"I am a living example! I am still alive, but I have not yet entered the realm of ascension."
Jiang Liu replied in a deep voice.
"As to whether Heaven really exists."
"What you want to ask is, where will the old master go next?"
Zhang Zhiwei nodded.
"I can assure you of this, and I can answer you."
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Liu looked serious and earnest.
"He will definitely go to heaven!"
Hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei smiled.
He turned and left, pushing open the door.
A strong wind suddenly blew, and a bolt of lightning rumbled across the distant sky.
"Even if you lied to me, I am satisfied."
Jiang Liu looked up and Zhang Zhiwei had already left.
But at this moment, he was staring blankly at the dark night sky in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes.
The wind was blowing, blowing up leaves on the ground.
The wind changed direction and approached him, like a figure walking towards him.
Looking closely, there was nothing in front of him, only the dark night sky, but with Jiang Liu's keen perception, he could clearly sense the difference.
The divine consciousness spread out, covering the ground in front of him. What he saw was a hazy, distorted figure, floating and uncertain, as if it would be blown away by the wind.
Wherever this figure stands, there will be a breeze blowing and shaking.
"Old Master!"
Jiang Liu sighed softly and called out.
People who practice cultivation practice both their body and soul, and their soul, spirit, and body are all very powerful. Although the body has died, the powerful spirit still needs time to pass before it can finally dissipate.
At this time, the one who appeared here was obviously Zhang Jingqing's soul.
His physical life span has come to an end, but his spirit and soul have not dissipated. However, the world cannot see him. Even Zhang Zhiwei cannot do it. He can only stay quietly around the Tianshi Mansion and watch everything.
When Zhang Jingqing heard the voice, he moved slightly and quickly flew into the house where Jiang Liu was.
The next second, the door closed.
"Is there anything else that you are worried about, old master?"
Jiang Liu stared at the shadow in front of him and whispered softly.
Zhang Jingqing stood there anxiously, wanting to speak, but without a body, he didn't know how to do it.
"Don't worry, old master. I will teach you how to transmit sound."
Jiang Liu spoke out.
Afterwards, he touched the other party with his spiritual consciousness and passed on the method of soul communication to the other party.
In fact, this method of transmitting sound is somewhat similar to the method of transmitting information using electromagnetic waves, except that the medium is changed.
"Master Jiang is truly a master of great cultivation. Even my evil disciple can't see my current state."
"The whole world suddenly seemed to have abandoned me."
Zhang Jingqing sighed and transmitted the message.
There was also a hint of fear and terror in his voice.
Jiang Liu stared at the other person and quickly understood where the fear came from.
The human spirit is originally protected by the body, but if the body dies and the spirit leaves, the soul it is attached to will be separated from it and destroyed by all worldly matter.
And the pain of this kind of annihilation is very intense.
It is tantamount to watching yourself gradually disappear.
For Zhang Jingqing, it was such a surprise that someone could communicate with him at such a critical moment.
"The old Heavenly Master looks like he has been cut off from the world!"
"In this world, I'm afraid no one else can see you except me."
Jiang Liu smiled.
"Ugh!"
"This feeling is really uncomfortable!"
Zhang Jingqing sighed.
"I don't know when the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons will come to pick me up."
Hearing this, Jiang Liu laughed.
"Based on my understanding of this world, I'm afraid they won't come."
Zhang Jingqing was silent, and after a moment, he sighed.
"There is nothing that I can't let go of. Zhiwei inherited the Heavenly Master Degree and has now become a Heavenly Master as well."
"The only thing that worries me is Huaiyi."
"Chief Jiang, may I ask you for a favor?"
Jiang Liu showed his doubts: "Master, please speak."
"If possible, I would like to ask you, the Immortal, to help me calculate where my useless disciple is now and how he is doing."
Zhang Jingqing said with a smile.
"Huai Yi?"
"Okay! I promise you."
Jiang Liu nodded.
It's just a small thing.
Then, his eyes turned to the shadow in front of him, and an inexplicable light appeared in it.
"Old Master."
Zhang Jingqing looked at him in confusion.
"I just want to ask you one question."
"Do you want to become an immortal?"
(End of this chapter)