"Senior, what a coincidence, running into you again."
As soon as Long Chen saw the old man, he quickly stood up. He had a deep impression of this old man—the first time he came to the Pill Institute, he had asked this old man for directions.
Moreover, the moment Long Chen first saw the old man, he had a strong intuition that this old man was definitely extraordinary.
When Long Chen was besieged by law enforcement disciples, Elder He Ziyu arrived. Recognizing He Ziyu's identity, upon discovering this elder, he treated him with utmost respect, further confirming Long Chen's suspicions.
Now that he saw this old man again, Long Chen hurried over: "Senior, how about I help you sweep the dust?" "
No, you're full of cruelty right now. My broom can't withstand your strength. Let me handle it instead." The old man smiled faintly.
"Senior, how long have you been sweeping the floor?" Long Chen asked tentatively.
"How long?" I don't remember, but after sweeping through spring, summer, autumn, and winter, through frost, rain, and snow, after wiping away black hair and white hair, I have long forgotten the passage of time. The old man shook his head.
"Young man, do you have a good temper?" The old man asked.
Long Chen was taken aback. The first time he met the old man, the old man had asked him this question once, and now he was asking again.
Long Chen didn't understand and could only answer honestly, "It's okay, not exactly good, not bad either." Or rather, sometimes good, sometimes bad. The
old man nodded and said, "You really see yourself clearly. You have to understand, in this world, it's easy to see others, but it's much harder to see yourself."
On the other hand, you see yourself very clearly, but can't see through the things around you. After
the old man finished speaking, he saw a stone platform nearby, set his broom aside, seemed a bit tired, and slowly sat down on the stone platform.
Long Chen hurriedly supported the old man. The old man's aged appearance was clearly not an act, and his vital energy and blood had indeed declined, reaching the twilight of his life.
"Senior, at your age, why are you still working?" Long Chen also sat down and couldn't help but ask.
"No, this isn't working; it's a form of cultivation." The old man looked at Long Chen and smiled slightly.
The old man's eyes were clouded, as if he could no longer see, but through that murkiness, Long Chen seemed to see a patch of chaos, carrying something indescribable.
"Cultivation?" Please forgive my ignorance, but I beg you, senior, to guide me through this confusion. Long Chen said respectfully.
"When you can repeat simple tasks, tirelessly, and find joy in yourself, you understand.
When I sweep the floor, I sweep away not only dead leaves and dust, but also the frustration in my mind and the dust in my heart.
Once you grasp the truth, every grain of sand is a world, a leaf is a universe, and within a small space, you can grasp the myriad myriad paths of the universe. The old man said.
Long Chen's heart trembled violently. The old man's words revealed another path of cultivation, opening up a new perspective on cultivation.
A grain of sand is a world, a leaf is a universe; seeing the big through the small is an eternal truth.
No matter how big the world, it is made up of tiny specks of dust. If you compare dust to a ruler, then you can measure this world.
The world is like this, and so is the Heavenly Dao. The so-called myriad laws and all Daos must have their most fundamental elements. As long as you master the most fundamental things, you can comprehend all the Dao and laws.
With just a few words, the old man opened a new door for Long Chen, instantly filling his mind with countless fantasies, as if a valve had been opened in his mind. That enlightening sensation made Long Chen overjoyed.
"Got it?" The old man asked.
Long Chen shook his head: "No." The
old man nodded and said, "Very good. Your comprehension is really impressive. By the way, when people get old, their memories aren't great. What did I ask you at first?" "
You ask me why I'm restless and restless. Actually, I'm just utterly disappointed in the academy's rules. I feel like the dean is like a fool..."
As Long Chen spoke, he was suddenly startled and quickly looked around to make sure no one was around, which finally put him at ease. After all, if he insulted the dean like this, if caught, he would be punished.
"Oh, why do you say that?" The old man said with great interest.
"The rules in the academy have so many loopholes and are full of unfairness. Also, the Chu family people treat the academy as their own home..." Long Chen recounted all the unfair treatment he suffered upon entering the academy.
When Chu Huairen was mentioned, Long Chen couldn't help but curse again. The two old guys had just gotten out of it, which made Long Chen extremely annoyed.
After hearing Long Chen's complaint, the old man asked, "If you were the dean, what would you do?" Long
Chen said, "I'm the dean. Idiots like this would have been slapped to death long ago. Fix all those loopholes and reduce unfairness. While it won't disappear completely, at least it can achieve relative fairness."
An orderly system will rapidly enhance the cohesion and centripetal force of the academy, enabling healthier and faster development. "
And then?" The old man asked.
"And then?" Then the academy will become stronger and stronger, right? Long Chen was taken aback.
"When prosperity reaches its peak, decline follows; extremes inevitably reverse. When an academy reaches its peak and cannot break through, it will begin to decline.
You might say, when you are in power, this won't happen, but you cannot live forever, because you have already reached the extreme. What will you do when no one else takes over? The old man asked.
"That ..." Long Chen was taken aback; he really hadn't thought about this question.
"If you are the head of a family, and in your generation your family reaches the pinnacle, your strength is formidable and you sweep away all enemies.
But after losing you, when the family begins to decline, the more glorious you are, the faster your family will be destroyed. Long
Chen was stunned. He had never thought about what the old man said, but he had to admit that what the old man said was true, undeniable.
"Extremes will reverse; this is an eternal truth. Some people rise rapidly, but when their successors are powerless, they will fall.
Some people go even further, crashing straight into the ceiling of the world, and the consequences are even worse.
Unless you can break through the ceiling of this world, you cannot touch that ceiling.
Things have their own physical principles, heaven has its way, and rules are like a prison; everyone is bound and cannot be changed.
And in this world, there is a special group of people who love to bang their heads against that ceiling. Even if it means dying, they want to leave their blood on it.
They are a bunch of fools, but also true heroes, each with a loud and domineering name: the Nine-Star Descendants. The old man said to Long Chen.
"What?"
Long Chen was shocked, stood up, and looked at the old man in shock: "Senior, you ..."