Chapter 210: I Don’t Like Eating Frogs
Someone might ask, why is the old monk so compassionate towards a puppy, yet so heartless towards his own disciple?
In the old monk’s eyes, all living beings are no different; they merely gather due to karma and disperse when it ends. The old monk’s disciple has not yet opened his spiritual intelligence; even staying by the old monk’s side is useless. It’s better to let him experience things in the mortal world and gain his own comprehension. If they meet again by fate, and the disciple can dispel the resentment and discernment in his heart, then his future cultivation can be guided.
If there is no fate, then the old monk will not dwell on it. What should be saved will be saved, and what should not be saved will not be saved.
Helping the puppy gain spiritual intelligence was also done casually. Whether the puppy can eventually walk the path of cultivation and shed its beastly form also depends on its own fate.
The old monk wanders everywhere, saving beings according to fate; this is his attitude towards life. Just like the saying: “Lightly I depart, as lightly as I came; I wave my sleeves, and take away no clouds.”
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Let’s discuss this separately; matters have two sides.
Half a month after Jie Wuchen and the boy finished drinking that meal together, this drunkard, trapped by love, suddenly discovered one day that alcohol could no longer make him drowsy. Afterward, he drank water instead of wine and picked up his sword. “One sword of longing breaks my heart; drunk with affection, I cannot forget. Suddenly awakened from a great dream, I sever my shackles and laugh at the mortal world.”
Jie Wuchen was trapped by love, accompanied by wine, and with wine broken, he severed his affections and laughed at the mortal world.
Now, upon sudden enlightenment, his deep affection paradoxically led him to comprehend an emotion-severing sword technique.
“In a fit of rage~!”
“Love departs, people are hurt~!”
“As if drunk~!”
“Laughing at the past~!”
“Shock! Break! Destroy! Scatter~!”
“Wuchen’s sword smiles at the vicissitudes of life~!”
Spring passes, autumn arrives, flowers bloom and fall; three years fly by. Jie Wuchen also began to wander the land. Wherever he went, he would fill his wine gourd, but it wasn’t with wine, but with water. And it wasn’t for any other reason; this fellow, damn it, wasn’t working and practiced swordplay every day, so he had no money to buy wine and switched to drinking water, hahahaha.
One day, Jie Wuchen encountered a man trapped by love, sitting by a well drinking. His appearance was strikingly similar to Jie Wuchen’s past self. Out of empathy, Jie Wuchen approached and said to the man, “Younger brother, as a dignified man, why are you so unable to think things through over such trivial matters? Damn it, what’s the point? I was just like you back then, doing useless things. What’s so hard for a grown man to get over? Those things we can’t get over are within ourselves; it’s our hearts that haven’t moved on. She’s already forgotten you, aren’t you foolish?”
The man by the well looked up at Jie Wuchen and barely paid attention. He thought, “What do you know? Can you be like me? Xiao Cui is my life! Without her, how can I live? Besides, I’m not even seven feet tall! I’m only about twenty centimeters, damn it~!”
Seeing that the man wasn’t paying attention, Jie Wuchen worried that the man might not be able to think things through. If he got thirsty later and jumped into the well to drink water, who would save him? With the heart of a fellow traveler in hardship, Jie Wuchen continued, “Brother, listen to me. In this world, there is absolutely nothing worth dwelling on endlessly. Whatever you can’t think through will trap you. Listen to me, brother, don’t be obsessed anymore.”
Seeing that Jie Wuchen was endlessly bothering him, the drinking man angrily said, “Go do what you need to do! I don’t need you to worry about me.”
Hearing this, Jie Wuchen was stunned but said no more.
After this incident, Jie Wuchen would come to the well every day to check. The man sat by the well drinking every day. Suddenly one day, the man fell headfirst into the well.
With a “plop,” Jie Wuchen hurried to the well’s edge to check.
“Hey! Are you still alive?” Jie Wuchen shouted loudly into the well.
“Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, quack, gurgle, gurgle.”
The man underwater was drowning and kept drinking water. He couldn’t even open his mouth to speak. Every time he stuck his head out of the water, he could barely take a breath before sinking again.
“Hey? What’s going on? Do you really not want to live?”
Jie Wuchen said again.
It’s not that Jie Wuchen is cold-blooded. This fellow isn’t enlightened like a boy or the old monk. He’ll offer a few words of persuasion if he can. If you try to show off with him, he won’t rush to save you. This fellow was just sitting by the well deliberately annoying the man.
“B-big, gurgle, brother, gurgle, save, save me.”
“What? What did you say? You said you’re drinking water?”
“B-big, gurgle, brother save me, gurgle, gurgle.”
“Ah? What did you say? You said I’m crazy?”
Hearing this, the man at the bottom of the well, who was about to drink all the well water, was almost driven crazy. Seeing this situation, he was either going to drown or be angered to death.
It’s like a severe stutterer talking to someone who is hard of hearing: “Y-you, y-you, y-you, y-you, I, I, I, I.”
“Huh? What?”
Anyone would be furious!
As the man drank heavily and continuously, so thirsty that he didn’t even surface for air, the well’s surface bubbled gurglingly, as if the water were boiling.
Only then did Jie Wuchen make his move to save him, tossing down the rope attached to the bucket.
After all this fuss, it took quite some time to rescue the man.
After being rescued, the man lay on the ground, his belly distended like a large ball, his eyes rolled back, and water flowed out of his mouth and nose.
Seeing this, Jie Wuchen knew that if he didn’t act quickly, the man would definitely be gone.
Without time to think, Jie Wuchen began to administer aid. He pressed down and then opened his mouth, which he had eaten garlic in that morning, to give the man air.
“Hoo.”
“Hoo.”
After two breaths of immortal qi, the rescued man immediately spewed water out like crazy. Looking at the way he was, it wasn’t artificial respiration that saved him; it was purely the disgust and choking that caused him to vomit.
Fortunately, after the man spat out the water, fish, and frogs from his stomach, he regained his senses.
Upon waking, the man’s first action was not to thank Jie Wuchen, but instead to curse him. He even harbored resentment because Jie Wuchen had used his garlic-scented mouth for artificial respiration.
Seeing this behavior from the man, ten thousand alpacas instantly stampeded through Jie Wuchen’s mind. He thought, “Oh, damn it! I was truly too idle. Why did I have to save you? I saved you, and not only do I not get thanks, but you also resent me? If you didn’t thank me, I wouldn’t say anything, but resenting me is a bit too much, isn’t it?”
With this thought, Jie Wuchen said nothing. He went to the well, drew a bucket of water, caught the fish and frogs the man had vomited, and coldly said to the man, “Come here, damn it! Drink it back again. I’ll put it back in you the same way I got it out!”
Seeing Jie Wuchen’s fierce expression, the rescued man shivered all over. The resentment on his face instantly vanished, replaced by fear and pleading. “Big brother, big brother, please, younger brother was wrong. I’m full, I don’t eat fish, I don’t like frogs. Big brother, please calm down, I…”
“Gurgle, gurgle…”
