The wind and moon tonight are extraordinarily different.
In Jifeng Pavilion’s eyes, the white walls of the hospital seed like solemn spirit banners, and the sll of disinfectant brought Mo Yun’s cold corpse to mind.
Ever since practicing on Maoshan, besides comprehending Daoist Skill, cultivating one’s mind is also important.
Therefore, although he was arrogant, his heart was very kind.
Yet now, for the first ti in his life, he has developed a murderous intent, a murderous intent like never before.
In Jifeng Pavilion’s eyes, all the demons of the Wuwei Sect deserved to die, every single one, even an ant had a great cri.
Such sin can only be stopped by killing, not by redemption.
"Deserve to die...all deserve to die...Wuwei Sect..."
Jifeng Pavilion murmured softly as if possessed, his eyes filled with bloodshot lines, his mind continually imagining the torture of Fang Changying, the torture of Jiang Li in vivid images.
It seems that only by doing so, he can feel sowhat better.
"Immortals are made by mortals, but only if the mortal’s will is strong..."
At that mont, a gentle voice sounded in his ear, pulling Jifeng Pavilion’s thoughts back.
Jifeng Pavilion turned his head and saw a doctor in a white coat sitting on the bench, as if he had just co out of the operating room.
This doctor was young, about thirty years old, with fair skin and gold-rimd glasses, looking refined and cultured.
"A Daoist from the mountains once told ..." the doctor with gold-rimd glasses smiled softly.
"Are you all Daoists?"
Jifeng Pavilion was stunned for a mont, looked at the operating room, and couldn’t help but ask: "Doctor, how is my senior brother?"
"He’s out of danger, but he bled a lot and will need a good period of rest." The doctor with gold-rimd glasses reassured.
Jifeng Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Thank you, doctor."
"You’re welco, it’s my duty." The doctor adjusted his glasses and smiled gently.
Jifeng Pavilion fell silent, staring at the ground.
"Thinking about killing soone?"
At that mont, the doctor with gold-rimd glasses spoke again.
Once these words were said, Jifeng Pavilion’s expression changed dramatically, his fists clenched tightly, looking sowhat incredulously at the doctor with gold-rimd glasses.
"You..."
"A Daoist from the mountains once told , the greatest pain in the world is impermanence, when those close to you suddenly die, sorrow and pain arise, this is the suffering brought by impermanence..."
The doctor with gold-rimd glasses spoke to himself, taking out a box of chewing gum from his pocket and offering it to Jifeng Pavilion.
Jifeng Pavilion stood there stunned, but did not take it.
The doctor with gold-rimd glasses took a piece for himself, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.
"The sorrow of ordinary people lies in ’the mind follows the environnt’...when circumstances change, their hearts change too, giving rise to endless troubles."
The doctor with gold-rimd glasses spoke to himself: "Often at this ti, that which Daoists fear most will arise."
"What?" Jifeng Pavilion asked instinctively.
"Thoughts!" The doctor with gold-rimd glasses chewed on his gum and spat out the two words.
All action is impermanent, thoughts erge first.
Because this world is false and impermanent, all beings give rise to all sorts of thoughts.
Just like when the weather turns cold, you feel cold, and then various thoughts start growing, should I add clothes, will I catch a cold, can I still wear last year’s clothes, let’s buy a new piece...
These thoughts influence people’s actions, drain their spirits, consu their vitality...
This is the greatest tribulation and obstacle in cultivation.
The mind follows the environnt, myriad thoughts arise.
Once thoughts arise, manifestations are inevitable.
"Did you just have the thought of killing?" The doctor with gold-rimd glasses smiled gently.
"You..."
Jifeng Pavilion stared blankly at the young doctor before him, finding it hard to imagine these words coming from his mouth.
"A Daoist from the mountains also gave so words, and I am passing them to you..." The doctor with gold-rimd glasses continued on his own, without waiting for Jifeng Pavilion to react.
"All bonds arise from thoughts, actions are not completed without thoughts, to beco Immortal and Dao Ancestor, all thoughts must be connected, only truth is achieved."
Saying this, the doctor with gold-rimd glasses patted Jifeng Pavilion’s shoulder, his mouth curving into a aningful smile.
"When thoughts arise, if they do not beco truth, how can they be connected? If not connected, they must beco Heart Demon..."
The voice of the doctor with gold-rimd glasses grew lower, as he leaned close to Jifeng Pavilion’s ear and whispered softly: "Act as you imagine..."
"Cultivation should allow you to do as you wish."
"Jifeng Pavilion!?"
At that mont, a gentle call ca from beside him, pulling Jifeng Pavilion back to reality, as he looked up to see Qi Ji and Zhang Fan standing before him.
"What are you doing talking to yourself here?" Qi Ji asked solemnly.
"I..."
Jifeng Pavilion turned his head and pointed beside him, yet the bench was empty, nowhere to be seen was the doctor with gold-rimd glasses.
Ding-dong...
At that mont, the light in the operating room turned on, the doors opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out, precisely the man wearing gold-rimd glasses from before.
"Doctor, how is it?"
"The patient is out of danger, but needs quiet rest, you cannot see him for now."
The doctor with gold-rimd glasses had bloodshot eyes, looking sowhat fatigued.
"Troubling you, doctor." Qi Ji and Zhang Fan exchanged a glance and thanked him.
"You were inside all the ti?"
Just then, Jifeng Pavilion walked over, looking at the doctor with gold-rimd glasses, unable to help but ask.
"Hmm!?"
The doctor with gold-rimd glasses was slightly stunned, then said with an odd expression: "If I wasn’t inside, who did the surgery?"
"But just now you clearly..." Jifeng Pavilion hesitated to speak.
The strange behavior attracted curious gazes from Qi Ji and Zhang Fan.
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