Questioning Heaven, Desiring the Way - Chapter 245

[Chapter 242: The Real Saint]

The common people are ignorant, and I don’t know how many words, Taoist scriptures, exercises, and spells have been misinterpreted.

As everyone knows, the original meaning of these things is the greatest wisdom.

The most obvious examples are those cultivators who use the sword as their way.

The handed down, bullshit can break all methods with one sword.

I don’t know how many monks have been misled by this sentence.

It is clearly the Middle Ages, and it is no longer prosperous in ancient times.

Inevitably, he had to use foreign objects for cultivation.

But it was touted by later generations to be invincible in the world.

As Gu Suihan once said, what is a sword?

What is Tao?

What is Kendo?

Just shit.

No matter the sword, no matter any magic weapon, spiritual tool, or even a spiritual treasure.

In the hands of cultivators, they are just tools for killing.

To kill is to kill.

There is no legitimate defense, intentional murder.

Wait for excuses.

The so-called kendo.

In the final analysis, it is just the next tricky way of killing.

To die for face and live to suffer.

Life is not as precious as face.

This is Gu Suihan’s evaluation of these so-called sword cultivators, sword cultivators and other brain-dead cultivators.

This kind of person, on Earth, he does not know how many he has killed.

It’s as simple as killing a chicken.

Want to be invincible with a sword?

Have you eaten too many brain fragments?

“Half of the Tao Te Ching will be used by all the people in the world.”

Gu Suihan returned to the study in the house, holding a simple book in his hand.

Sigh slowly.

The Tao Te Ching is incomplete.

This is what his master told Gu Suihan.

The first half left is just to teach people to know the etiquette, know the etiquette, obey the etiquette, and observe the etiquette.

The second half is the supreme method.

As for why the second half disappeared, no one knows.

Or…the people who knew it, all died.

“True Monarch Qingming, from the Mo family. Ancient mechanics. It’s really fascinating.” Gu Suihan raised his eyes and glanced at the books on the shelves full of Dangdang.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

Across the home, the farm.

Yin Yang home.

Mojia.

Confucianism.

Taoist.

Legalist.

……Philosophers.

There are very few that have been passed down and carried forward.

Because, those who are disobedient have already been pinched to death by Ying Zheng.

Bullshit way of running a country.

King’s Mind.

His Yingzheng needs a group of ants to teach you?

Ridiculous!

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What Ying Zheng said was the law, and what he did was the order.

The car is the same track, the book is the same text.

Like this, who would dare not listen?

Who can not listen?

Disrespect or die.

There is no second option.

As for the idea of martyrdom.

Unless it is forced to a dead end, there is no chance of turning around.

Only a few people will choose this.

Martyrdom?

It’s just a bunch of self-pity, low-strength, low-spirited and selfish idiots.

Stand on the moral high ground and attack things with your own narrow vision and mind.

Forcing one’s own morals on others.

Such people, in the past, were called sour Confucians and sour people.

In modern times on Earth, they are called keyboard warriors and trolls.

Therefore, people like this on Earth should be very fortunate to live in today, which is barely considered a peaceful world.

Because there is something called the law that exists, oppresses and protects them.

However, in this world it is very different.

Disaster comes out of the mouth with four words.

It’s a wise saying.

Because there is no law here.

The so-called law, in the eyes of monks, is nothing more than a kind of shackles.

Because… cultivators have infinite possibilities!

They have too much time to wait, cultivate, and break through this shackle.

Relative to those humble humans on earth.

More brutal here.

The law of survival of the fittest is carried out more thoroughly.

Don’t you see, Gu Suihan can easily crush Wen Xinglong to death because of his calculations, and because the Wei family went back on their word, slapped the whole family to death.

Why?

Because he is strong.

Strong enough to ignore certain laws.

“Senior, someone asked me to send it.”

Just as Gu Suihan was reading the classics, a maid carefully presented the thin name sheet in her hand.

timid way.

“Are you here too? It’s really… more and more interesting.”

Gu Suihan couldn’t help chuckling when he saw the name on it.

Then put the famous post in the bag.

After instructing the maid a few words, she disappeared with the wind.

Disappear.

The person who came was not someone else, it was Murong Yun, the saintess of the Spiritual Church who had not separated for a long time.

Perhaps the people behind him used him to detect Gu Suihan’s tone.

Or maybe something else.

This meeting was a message she handed to Gu Suihan privately.

“haven’t seen you for a long time.”

Gu Suihan walked into the accordion of Gu Yuelou, and with a flick of his finger, he laid out layers of formations to prevent the partition wall from having ears.

“Not long, only half a day.”

Murong Yun opened his teeth lightly, and slowly took off the veil that covered his face like a cloud of mist. His beautiful eyes were like spring and autumn water, staring at the first lazy half-lying young man in front of him without blinking.

My heart skipped a beat.

Of course, this is not due to some bullshit hormone secretion or something. A creature like a monk is not good, and no one will take care of you if it is not beneficial.

As for the love thing, everyone just laughed.

Anyone who believes in this stuff will have a hole in their brains.

“What are you thinking about?”

What Gu Suihan said naturally was to let Murong Yun inform You Hantian about the matter.

The other party did not mention the compensation afterwards.

“No, I don’t think it’s enough.”

Murong Yun pursed his soft lips, and the magnificent lips shone with a seductive luster.

Su stretched out her hand and served tea.

Just right to reveal the exquisite and delicate body.

The gauze swept across, and the bright spring light of the white swaying made Gu Suihan into the eyes.

“Then what do you want?”

Gu Suihan took the teacup with more interest and asked with a little interest.

“I want to…be a saint.”

Murong Yun said these words as if she had exhausted all her strength.

The smile on Gu Suihan’s face became calmer and softer.

But it made Murong Yun, who was watching him secretly, feel up and down in his heart.

“You are already a saint.” He said.

“I want to be, a real saint.”

Murong Yun’s delicate face tightened tightly, and her tone became firmer.

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“So, what can you give me?”

Gu Suihan leaned forward abruptly and pinched the other party’s fair and lovely chin.

He whispered softly in Murong Yun’s ear.

“Spiritual teaching…”

Murong Yun was obviously a little caught off guard by Gu Suihan’s sudden attack.

“Very good, your price… heavier than Xia Yun’s.”

Gu Suihan brushed the other party’s slightly dizzy hair, and straightened her temples.

Then he stuffed a communication jade card into Murong Yun’s hand.

Meaningfully, he patted the other party’s weak shoulder and slowly stepped out.

Murong Yun came here this time, just for a promise from Gu Suihan, or, in other words, what is Gu Suihan’s mind?

Compared with paying a huge price for pure revenge to break up the spiritual and other religions, it is a better choice to use this church to the extreme.

“All parties are gathered, each with their own thoughts and calculations. The big fish eats the small fish, and the small fish eats the shrimp. So who says the small fish and who is the shrimp? Are you… ready?”

Gu Suihan strolled the streets, watching people coming and going, shouting and selling, shops and stalls, row upon row.

Moaning in his mouth, his smile became even more bizarre.

It’s like… expecting something good.

“Hoo! It’s finally here!”

Li Yu took a deep breath and looked at the airship behind him with some fear.

Wiped off the sweat on his forehead.

Some dazed glances around.

Then he randomly found a direction to walk.

The accumulated things are barely enough to take the airship.

Then, there is no more… Rao is a cultivator who can’t eat food and water for several months, but Li Yu is no more than a base-building cultivator.

How can it last so long.

So, under the guidance of ‘His Holiness’, he took on an honorable job…washing dishes!

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This wraps the water and food.

“I don’t have a penny now, how do I act?”

Li Yu let out a sigh and asked ‘His Holiness’ in his heart.

“Grab, murder and set fire to the golden belt, have you heard of it?” The ‘Honor’ said earnestly.

“Still robbing?”

Li Yu couldn’t help frowning. What he had done before in order to collect enough tickets made him quite contradictory, but he didn’t expect to do it now!

“You need capital to do business, do you have it? You still have time if you don’t stay with me during cultivation?”

For Li Yu’s rebuttal, the ‘Honored One’ was quite disdainful.

He sneered in a tone that rotten wood cannot be carved.

“I…, do it!”

Li Yu responded in a rather aggrieved voice, and replied bitterly.

PS: I have something to do tomorrow, I don’t know if it will be changed, I will make it up today!

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