Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 113: Indifference and Purity, Peace and Longevity

The statue of Zhuge Kongming was completely destroyed. The autumn sky was high and the air was crisp. Zhuge Qing felt that the sky was even deeper. His mind was in a trance and he was about to go far away into the universe.

After entering the Prime Minister's Temple and walking around the tourists who were worshipping in front of the temple, Zhuge Qing came to the work area where no outsiders were allowed to enter.

"Dad, is it done?"

Zhuge Gong, who was kneeling on the cattail grass, raised his lifeless eyes and shook his head regretfully.

After knocking my head twice, there was no progress at all.

"The ancestor is too obsessed. Even if he acts out, he is still concerned about the great cause of the Han Dynasty. In his eyes, magic and other things are insignificant. If you ask, I guess you won't be able to get any answers."

If one road doesn't work, there is another one.

Since summoning gods to deify them failed, they could only make use of the company's research project in Phoenix Mountain - "divine weaponry".

The divine masks of the Wu Nuyan family are not passed on to outsiders. Zhuge Gong is not an actor, so he cannot make his ancestors come in person by acting as gods, but he can use "divine weapons" to do so.

Collect the secular world's belief in "Zhuge Wuhou", and through the help of equipment, transform the stolen belief into divinity and inject it into the human body.

In this way, you can use your own mind to understand the state of mind of our ancestors when they mobilized the Three Treasures and ignited the True Fire and Samadhi.

The incomplete research and development project, the temporarily transferred Wu Hou divinity, and the Wu Hou faction's Zhuge Gong who was eager for the "True Fire Samadhi", these three unstable factors added together, Yan Huan vaguely felt that if nothing unexpected happened, something unexpected would probably happen.

But the Phoenix Mountain project was a covert development, so he couldn't speak up. If he reminded him again, he would probably be asked to sit on a wide chair.

Even if he told it, Zhuge Gong was too obsessed and might not listen.

The divine nature rekindled the hope of the Wuhou sect, which had not inherited the "True Fire Samadhi" for a hundred years.

No one was more impetuous and eager for success than Zhuge Gong at this moment.

This is completely different from the state of mind of mastering True Fire Samadhi. It is no exaggeration to say that they are going in opposite directions.

Zhuge Gong, you have completely gone astray.

"Mr. Zhuge." Yan Huan looked at the man on the straw mat, "Do you remember Zhuge Wuhou's "Admonitions to My Son"?"

A gentleman's conduct is to cultivate oneself in tranquility and to cultivate virtue in frugality. Without being indifferent, one cannot clarify one's ambition; without being tranquil, one cannot achieve far-reaching goals. Learning requires tranquility, and talent requires learning. Without learning, one cannot broaden one's talent; without ambition, one cannot achieve learning.

If you are lazy and frivolous, you cannot be energetic; if you are reckless and impatient, you cannot control your temper. As the years and time pass by, your will and energy fade away, and you become withered and old, out of touch with the world, and sadly stay in your poor house. What can you do now?

This means that people with noble moral character and both ability and integrity rely on inner peace and concentration to cultivate their body and mind, and rely on a frugal lifestyle to develop their moral character.

If you don’t see clearly the worldly fame and fortune, you can’t clarify your own ambitions; if you don’t have peace of mind and body, you can’t realize your lofty ideals.

At the same time, the book also said that excessive enjoyment and laziness will prevent one from striving for progress, and frivolity and impatience will prevent one from cultivating one's temperament, which are both taboos in personal growth.

"This is not only Mr. Kong Ming's earnest teaching to future generations, but also a summary of his state of mind. The words are very clear: first, we must learn, and second, we must be quiet."

"In Mr. Zhuge's eyes, the legacy of Wu Hou is the same as the fame and fortune that ordinary people see. You have thrown away both "indifference" and "tranquility". Please forgive me for speaking frankly..."

"It is difficult to achieve great things with such a mentality."

As soon as these words came out, Zhuge Gong felt as if he was struck by a hammer.

If you want to cultivate the true fire, you must throw away all your fear and greed for it.

How could he not understand this truth?

But now that things have come to this, there is no way to stop.

"Thank you, Master Yan. It's not unfair that Qing lost to you." Zhuge Gong stood up and bowed solemnly to Yan Huan. "Gong knows what's going on. Please leave the ancestral hall for now."

"Take care of yourself." Yan Huan carried Yan Fei, who was eroded by the divine power, with one arm, and lifted Yan Jiangli's robe collar with his free left hand, and sent them both out. Xie Fang still wanted to participate in the next private matter, but once it involved the company, it was impossible for her to let herself do whatever she wanted.

Pouting, she walked out reluctantly and sat down on the bench lintel on the porch outside the house.

Putting down her aunt and uncle, Yan Huan looked at Zhuge Qing who was following behind.

"Your Wuhou sect should have some healing skills, right? If that doesn't work, call 120 in advance for your father."

"You don't think highly of my dad?" Zhuge Qing smiled bitterly.

"Compared to Mr. Zhuge, the future of Wuhou faction should be pinned on you. However, you take the family honor too seriously and lack the state of mind." Yan Huan shook his head.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Zhuge Qing's narrowed eyes slightly opened and he was moved.

"You...you also think there's hope for me?"

"?"

Yan Huan glanced at him with a dead fish eye, "Isn't the focus the latter sentence?"

"Zhuge Qing, you are the hope of the whole family. You are so proud of carrying this hope! If you can't get rid of what you are carrying, you can't light this fire."

"When you meet another legacy that can beat what you think is the proudest thing of your clan for thousands of years into nothing, then you will be successful."

"Is that so?" Zhuge Qing frowned, "It sounds like he's going to be possessed by a demon."

"There is no construction without destruction. Destruction leads to construction, and the greater the destruction, the greater the construction. You have already failed once, and you should be able to deal with it calmly afterwards." Yan Huan said calmly.

defeat?
Speaking of defeat, Zhuge Qing recalled the dream he had while in a coma.

Was the battle with Mr. Water Mirror Sima Hui a coincidence or a destiny?
After thinking for a moment, Zhuge Qing pulled Yan Huan over and whispered, "Master, do you know the Witch King Water Mirror and the Essence of the Five Elements?"

Yan Huan glanced at the side suspiciously. Zhuge Qing was so serious that his fox eyes opened wide.

However, since they are descendants of Zhuge Wuhou, it is understandable that some ancestral books record Tong Shuijing's past.

"Are there any relevant records in your sect's collection?"

Zhuge Qing shook his head. "It's not what's written in the book. I just had a big dream when I was unconscious. I happened to dream about Mr. Shuijing in the bamboo forest. Of course, there were also the five elements following him."

"There is also the mysterious energy that Gu discovered in the celestial induction, which has a corresponding nature to the Nine Palace Trigrams. It gave birth to one of the eight spiritual beasts, the Eight Fraud Gods, the Teng Snake."

"A fantasy world of flowing light?" Yan Huan murmured to himself.

But the illusion woven by Jin Jing Qingming could definitely not be a dream. Even if it was a dream, there would be no online dreaming.

Out of curiosity, Yan Huan shared many details of his dream with Zhuge Qing. What shocked him was that everything that happened in the dream was exactly the same as the illusion of flowing light.

"Are there such coincidences in the world?" Yan Huan asked himself with a smile on his face.

The answer is no.

"A thousand years is just a dream, Zhuge Qing. If this is our chance, you must seize it."

boom!
During the conversation, there was a loud noise in the Prime Minister's Temple, and Yan Huan felt the stone bricks of the corridor under his feet vibrate violently.

"Hey, hey, hey, there's an earthquake, everyone go to an open area!" Inside the main hall, Huang Boren shouted loudly, coaxing and tricking the tourists into evacuating.

(End of this chapter)