Chapter 1 Fleeting Time

Life between heaven and earth is like a white horse flashing past, gone in an instant.

A year passed by in the blink of an eye.

In the northern part of Central Province, within a desolate mountain,

Lu Changsheng fell into deep thought.

He couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to experience the mortal world.

A year ago, he left the Great Luo Holy Land, wanting to experience all aspects of life and try various different professions.

The first thing he did was become a beggar, begging while contemplating life.

But as soon as he became a beggar, he was surrounded by countless women, who gave him money and food. They even attracted the princess of that country, who wanted him to become her consort.

So soon, Lu Changsheng left that country. Unable to be a beggar, Lu Changsheng started a wood carving business. He didn't expect that as soon as he opened, the business would be extremely popular, with dozens of layers of people inside and out, impossible to stop.

Later, Lu Changsheng went to practice medicine, wanting to heal the wounded and rescue the dying. But the women he saved all fell madly in love with him, insisting on following him.

As a result, whenever he saved people, there would always be hundreds of women surrounding him, sucking up all the air, causing many patients to suffocate and die. If Lu Changsheng hadn't taken action to save them, who knows how many grievances would have been created.

In short,

This year,

No matter what Lu Changsheng did, it would cause a great reaction.

He was always surrounded by countless women. The most outrageous thing was that the emperor of a dynasty actually took a fancy to him and wanted to take him as a concubine.

The result was that Lu Changsheng beat him badly.

Above the desolate mountain,

Lu Changsheng was about to cry.

How could he experience the mortal world like this?

Lu Changsheng even put on a wooden mask to cover his appearance, but it still couldn't stop his own charm.

And Lu Changsheng finally knew his flaw.

He couldn't change his appearance.

That's right, Lu Changsheng wanted to become uglier, but he found that his magic power had no effect on him, and he couldn't change his appearance.

Alas! This damned charm.

Lu Changsheng sighed.

He sat on the desolate mountain, basically on the verge of despair.

Experiencing the mortal world meant using a mortal heart to travel around and experience the various aspects of the mundane world with the identity of an ordinary person.

But no matter what, he couldn't hide his charm and was popular everywhere. Was this experiencing the mortal world?

Wasn't this enjoying it?

This was very annoying, making him involuntarily feel worried.

This was a remote and desolate place.

The land was barren for thousands of miles, looking extremely desolate. Looking at the sky, it was difficult to see other creatures except for a few vultures.

But not far away, two tiny figures appeared in Lu Changsheng's eyes.

They were two monks.

An old monk and a young monk.

They were barefoot, walking in the desert, their lips cracked and their bodies dark, looking very vicissitudinous, as if they were walking aimlessly.

Lu Changsheng quietly watched the two of them.

He remained silent, just watching quietly.

The old monk and the young monk walked for a long time, a full three days, resting for one day in the middle, before appearing in the desolate mountain canyon.

"You two, have some water."

On the high mountain, Lu Changsheng threw a water bag down from above, along with a few pieces of dry food.

He could tell at a glance that the water on these two monks was gone. Persisting until here was already their limit, especially the young monk, whose eyes were slightly confused, and seemed a little unable to hold on.

But seeing the water bag and dry food on the ground, the two couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Looking up and seeing Lu Changsheng, they immediately put their hands together and said.

"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness, benefactor."

The two monks were extremely grateful.

Soon, the young monk picked up the water bag and immediately poured it into his mouth. He was very thirsty. In this desolate place, water was life.

Glug glug glug glug!

The young monk drank in large gulps, and the water in the water bag seemed to be endless.

The old monk on the side looked at Lu Changsheng, with a smile in his eyes, and said: "This poor monk is Kong Hui, I have met the benefactor, thank you for your help."

Kong Hui spoke, thanking Lu Changsheng.

"It's just a small matter, don't worry about it."

Lu Changsheng spoke, but he was very surprised. In fact, he could see that the old monk was the most thirsty, but he didn't compete for the water bag and dry food.

"Zhi Ming! Don't drink any more, leave some for the benefactor."

But soon, the old monk slowly spoke, he looked at his disciple, and said this.

After hearing these words, the latter swallowed another mouthful of water, and then reluctantly handed the water bag to his master.

However, Kong Hui did not drink the water, but dipped the water droplets around the water bag and smeared them on his extremely chapped lips, and then put the stopper on the water bag and said: "Benefactor, this is a wilderness, I don't know how many miles ahead there will be an inn, benefactor should also save some of this water."

Kong Hui spoke, he didn't drink water, just smeared his chapped lips, as a way to quench his thirst.

This was very good, he had some of the aura of a high-ranking monk.

He didn't seem greedy in the face of life and death.

And what surprised Lu Changsheng even more was that these two monks were both mortals, they were not cultivators.

However, there was a faint light of Buddha in the old monk's body.

"May I ask, are you two ascetic monks?"

Lu Changsheng asked curiously.

"Returning to the benefactor, yes."

The old monk answered directly.

The so-called ascetic monk is not a sadist, but a high-level practice.

Ascetic monks believe that the suffering in the world is limited.

If they endure more suffering, then others will endure less suffering.

Therefore, ascetic monks generally stay in extremely poor places, starving, suffering, and enduring hardships that ordinary people cannot endure, wanting to enter Buddhism and comprehend the supreme Dharma (Buddhist teachings).

"Then do you know that there are no inns for 1,500 miles ahead?"

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"This poor monk doesn't know."

The old monk answered very honestly.

"Now I'm telling you, you can turn around and leave, otherwise, you will definitely die ahead."

Lu Changsheng didn't lie either.

There was not a single inn for 1,500 miles ahead. This was a desert, with only four or five cities, separated by thousands of miles.

It would take at least several months for a person to walk thousands of miles.

And there was no food or water along the way. Once they lost their way, it would be a dead end.

He kindly reminded them to turn around and find the next road.

"Thank you for the reminder, benefactor."

The old monk put his hands together, thanking Lu Changsheng, then he put the water bag on the ground, took only a piece of crispy cake, but gave it to his disciple, and then said: "Taking a piece of dry food from the benefactor, this poor monk will recite the prayer scriptures for the benefactor ten thousand times."

In fact, Lu Changsheng himself gave him these dry food, but he never thought that the other party was not greedy and only took one piece.

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Changsheng nodded, he was very casual.

But soon, the old monk still walked forward, without turning back.