stonecrandall Chapter 217 The Flood of the World, No, the World Tree?
Chapter 217 The Flood of the World, No, the World Tree?
Faced with this difficult problem, the thoughtful look in Lü Qian's eyes never ceased.
He gazed at Zen Master Daoji ahead, then looked back at the desolate and boundless scenery around him, various guesses constantly arising in his mind, only to be repeatedly rejected.
It was unclear how much time had passed; it seemed as if Lü Qian's brainstorming had only lasted a moment, yet it also felt like an eternity.
Zen Master Daoji sat crookedly in the void, fanning himself with a tattered palm-leaf fan and tossing the wine jug he was carrying into the air.
The handle of the wine pot seemed to hang in the air, as if an invisible hand was manipulating the pot to tilt, and a fragrant wine flowed from the spout, landing precisely in the mouth of Zen Master Daoji.
He sipped his wine unhurriedly, occasionally glancing sideways at Lü Qian, who was deep in thought with his brows furrowed, and the smile on his lips grew wider.
As the flashes of inspiration faded, Lü Qian still felt something was missing. He relaxed his brow and his previous entanglement disappeared.
"Senior has posed a difficult question. I am currently just a mortal Taoist who cultivates both body and spirit."
"Asking a junior about such a secret concerning ascension to immortality is indeed beyond your scope."
Although he considered himself to have exceptional comprehension, he was able to deduce some things from the Daoist classics when he encountered the various patriarchs in the inner realm in the past.
But now there is really no reference point, since the secrets of ascension to immortality are passed down among the leaders of various sects.
If he wants to understand the scenery along this part of the immortal path, he can only go and walk it himself and see it with his own eyes.
So he stopped worrying about it; he would eventually see these unknown sights with his own eyes in the future.
It's just about ascending to immortality; I'll go through that process when I prove my Dao!
While Lü Qian was indeed very curious, he wouldn't let such things that were too far in the future bother him in the present.
That would be putting the cart before the horse.
Although Lü Qian did not directly answer the question posed by Zen Master Daoji, his attitude satisfied Zen Master Daoji.
"Ah, that's right. Thinking too much and doing too little is not a good thing."
"The road is made step by step. Although you can look up three times while taking a step, you still have to remember to be down-to-earth and take it one step at a time."
Zen Master Daoji waved his hand, and the wine pot hanging in the air disappeared again. He seemed a little drunk and swayed as he sat up from the air.
"Now that we've met, I, as a senior monk, should do something to show my appreciation."
At this point, Zen Master Daoji smiled and looked at Lü Qian, "I can't let you, a wandering monk, look down on me."
"Monk, I don't have any cultivation techniques or scriptures here, nor any spiritual treasures or precious materials. Please don't think I'm stingy."
He jokingly recounted some of Lü Qian's experiences, with a hint of teasing in his words.
Faced with the Buddhist elder's teasing, Lü Qian remained unfazed.
His profound good fortune has been certified by many patriarchs; it's not just idle talk.
Even though his thick skin allowed Lü Qian to face the situation with composure, he still asked with some helplessness.
"Senior, do you people communicate this quickly?"
"Also, I'm sure everyone here has a copy of my experiences, right?"
"you guess."
"Watch closely!"
Zen Master Daoji smiled but did not answer. He stretched and stood up from the void, waving his palm-leaf fan.
"Om Mani Padme Hum".
As the mantra of Guanyin was recited, the stable and eternal void suddenly trembled.
"Boom boom boom..."
A continuous rumbling sound came from afar, gradually getting closer and clearer.
A galaxy appeared from the void, flowing from the infinite distance to Lü Qian's front, and then rushing endlessly towards the boundless distance.
The continuous roaring sound was the sound of the flowing starry river.
The roar came from an unknown distance, flashed past Lü Qian, and surged relentlessly into the distance, flowing towards the unknown end.
This river is not straight, but rather winding, and what flows in the riverbed is not water, but starlight like flowing light.
The starlight was very small, twinkling with light that was either dim or bright, like fireflies fluttering and swimming in the night.
Upon seeing this scene, Lü Qian seemed to finally understand something.
His eyes widened, the golden-red flames in his pupils burning brightly, the twinkling stars with immortal silver light reflected in them, making the trembling of his pupils clear.
In Lü Qian's eyes, the radiance surrounding him and surging through the starry sky seemed to have a life of its own.
The tiny starlight is like the stars in the endless night sky; no, in the vast Milky Way, these starlights are even smaller than those stars.
They are as tiny as grains of sand or dust, and though they may flash for a moment under the sun, they return to ordinariness in the blink of an eye.
Although the trajectories of the stars are scattered, they converge into faint rays of light as they flow.
As these rays of light moved forward, they continuously converged and intertwined, transforming into streaks of light that flowed through the galaxy.
The light moved and connected, transforming into wide curtains of light, like ribbons of light woven from silk.
These bands of light intertwined and transformed into a surging stream in the Milky Way, rushing forward.
The boundless void seemed to be filled with galaxies in an instant, and tiny starlight spread throughout the entire space in the blink of an eye.
The trajectory of the flowing star river is constantly changing, with countless tributaries forming and disappearing in an instant.
Some of these tributaries take shortcuts, while others take longer routes, making the situation complex and ever-changing.
But what remains unchanged is the ever-flowing, forward-moving trend of this galaxy.
In Lü Qian's eyes, the starlight that made up the river was constantly disappearing, but new starlight was constantly being generated, and it was constantly replacing and moving forward, propelling it towards the unknown and boundless distance.
Zen Master Daoji strolled through the flowing Milky Way, his palm-leaf fan swaying in his hand, the surging light passing through his body as if there were no obstacles on his path.
"Young friend Lü, have you finally understood?"
Looking at Zen Master Daoji's appearance, Lü Qian reached out his hand to try and catch a piece of starlight, but these tiny specks of light passed right through his palm, as if there was no obstacle at all.
"Is this... the torrent of the world?"
"We can only move forward, not backward."
"The past is set, the future is unknown, the only thing we can transcend is the present, and it can only be the present."
He muttered to himself for a moment, "A dream of wealth and glory, reversed in retrospect, is truly the constant turning of the Milky Way."
"No, this isn't right, it's not like that, it's not complete."
Lu Qian seemed to be caught in a paradox. He was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Zen Master Daoji, his eyes suddenly shining brightly.
"Senior, it's not a torrent, is it? Or rather, the torrent that only moves forward isn't the essence!"
"This isn't just the present moment; it's a long journey!"
"Hahaha......"
Upon hearing this, Zen Master Daoji laughed a few times, "As expected, I couldn't hide it from you. Just you wait and see."
After saying that, he waved his palm-leaf fan again, and the surrounding void suddenly changed. Although Lü Qian and Zen Master Daoji did not move, the surrounding starry river gradually receded into the distance.
In an instant, the two had separated from the Milky Way and were standing in the boundless void.
As Lü Qian gazed at the distant scene, the shock in his eyes remained unchanged, but instead deepened.
"That's... a tree?"
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