Chapter 1535 Bitter Tea

This wooden house looks like a long time ago. Some rolled wood have grown moss, some have rotted, and some have grown some green plants. Needless to say, this wooden house has existed for many years, and its body is covered with traces of time.

There are three characters engraved on the wooden house and the perfect one on the door. Although it has been almost eroded by time, it can still be vaguely distinguished;

"Fisherman's Pavilion"

It's easy to understand, this is the house of an old man who is fishing!

The wooden house is only ten feet in size. A plank road made of rolling wood extends directly for a mile and appears in the sea. At this time, a fisherman wearing a straw hat is sitting quietly on the bridge and fishing, without moving in the wind and rain.

Yang Chen stared at this ordinary old man. His spiritual sense could not sense what kind of cultivation he had. He also felt depressed. He was just an ordinary person, but an ordinary person would really appear in this ghost place to fish?

When he was puzzled, Yang Chen said softly;

"Wait for me here!"

After saying that, he walked towards the fisherman's pavilion.

Yang Chen was very casual and looked at the fisherman's pavilion. Looking at the fisherman on the bridge, he frowned.

The door of the fisherman's pavilion was not locked. The decoration inside was in his eyes. There was only a tea table. On the tea table, there was only a piece of tea leaves. The tea in the tea cup was already cold. To be precise, it was not cold, but moldy. In other words, the fisherman had not drunk tea for a long time, or he had not moved when he was fishing there for a long time.

"No wind or waves, no desire or demand to overcome a hundred disasters!"

"There are sentiments and righteousness, and life and death lead to the immortal path!"

On the tea case, there is an indescribable wildness in the sloppy handwriting, and I don’t know who wrote it.

Looking at the unmoved fisherman, Xiaochen felt that it would be better not to disturb him.

However, Yang Chen did not rush to leave, but he entered without invitation and sat down in the tea room. Looking at the neat dry firewood next to him and the clear water in a water tank, Yang Chen regarded this place as his home, lit firewood, boiled water and made tea.

Crack...

The firewood burned, and sparks were blown out, and the teapot above the firewood gradually steamed.

"This kind of life is pretty good!"

Yang Chen felt that such a peaceful life is indeed rare in this world, without wind and waves, without desires and demands. No one wants to have this state of life, but what about it, such a life is indeed so difficult to find.

Yang Chen looked at the two tea cups made of rough stones on the tea room, poured a little hot water and gently washed it. Although the tea leaves were moldy, Yang Chen looked at the moldy cup and released some faint emotions. In a puzzled state, Xiaochen washed the tea cup, put a little tea on the tea table, and waited for the water to boil.

"Oh? This tea..."

It was not a good tea, but the kind of tea that was picked casually, which came directly from the dry without any passing through. He didn't understand why the old man only put one piece of tea when drinking tea. He felt that this was also his own preference. Of course, he put more than a dozen pieces of tea in both tea cups, and only then did he get energetic when drinking a cup of strong tea.

Gulugulu...

The water in the teapot gradually made a light sound, and a white air came out of the mouth of the pot, making a hissing and low sound.

Yang Chen gently lifted the teapot and poured a little boiling water. He originally wanted to wash the tea, but after thinking about it, he forgot it. He made the tea cup made of rough stone look even more quaint.

Waiting, waiting calmly, while waiting, Xiaochen leaned on the chair, looking at the dilapidated thatched hut.

"Everyone has his own way of life. Perhaps this old man can find his inner peace here, and where is the peace of my inner peace?"

Not sure how long it took for Yang Chen to come back to his senses. Looking at the tea that was gradually cooling down, he chuckled helplessly and self-deprecatingly, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one sip.

"Um?"

The next moment, Yang Chen's expression changed drastically because the tea leaves were so bitter. At this moment, his mind was shocked, as if everything in this world no longer existed, and this kind of suffering was indescribable.

He is not just the suffering above your body, but has made your soul feel bitter. This kind of suffering is a kind of sorrow, sadness, misery... It seems that at this moment, he has experienced all the misery in the world, and all emotions seem to surge out at this moment.

All the depression was infinitely amplified at this time, drowning him. The unsatisfactory life and the depression that were pressed into the heart. At this time, a way was uncontrollable. Yang Chen felt that this pain suffocated himself and lost the motivation to survive. He felt that life was too boring, and a sad mood could not help but spread.

"All things in the world are suffering from emotions, all aspects of life are suffering from heart, and all the people are suffering from life."

Yang Chen, who was stiff, had lost consciousness. This kind of suffering made him unable to come back to his senses for a while, and even felt that he could directly submerge himself in his endless misery and unable to wake up.

This big mouthful of bitter water in his mouth merged into his body, releasing his emotions, and numbing his body and soul.

Yang Chen's eyes were dull, without focus, extremely empty, as if he had lost his soul.

...

"What are the young master doing in other people's house? Why haven't you come out?"

**Frown slightly, this young master has been in too long, right? Why are he doing this? Do you really treat this place as your home?

"The young master said that I would wait here, so wait here!"

After looking at the wooden house and being stunned for a moment, Yang Ning said;

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhulang was slightly stunned;

"I understand, ship, we want to build a ship!"

Hearing this, ** also felt it was reasonable, but the monk was unmoved and looked at the wooden house in confusion.

**They flew out and they were going to see the big trees as materials for making big ships, so they flew to the edge of the beach and began to look for suitable materials.

They believed that if the young master didn't come out, they might be waiting for them to build the ship, so at this time, they had to build the ship.

...

Sorrow, sadness, misery...

However, at this moment, Xiaochen was truly in the sea of ​​suffering, in the endless sea of ​​suffering, without seeing the end or finding hope.

It seems that living is redundant, as if you shouldn’t be born as a human being!

The practice of the seven emotions and six desires is at this time, and a faint breath is gradually released on Yang Chen. The practice of the seven emotions and six desires seems to sense the pain in Yang Chen's body, the pain in his heart, the pain in his thoughts, and this kind of pain is a very pure, the suffering of the seven emotions and six desires.

The power here comes from Yang Chen's body, which is easier to be absorbed by him, more likely to prompt him to grow, more likely to make it run rapidly, and more conducive to Yang Chen's cultivation of these seven emotions and six desires.

Yang Chen didn't know how long it took, but he felt like he was the manager of all the unsatisfactory things in this world, as if he had experienced all the misery in this world, as if he had experienced all the misery.

In the godless eyes, two lines of tears quietly emerged. He cried for some reason, but he was just sighing about life.

However, in this sadness, Yang Chen did not struggle. Although he felt depressed, he suffocated and almost died, he always had a feeling that his life was still full of many things worth making him happy. Although, in this suffering, he could no longer feel anything, but in his heart, he still knew in his heart that he was a lucky person, he vaguely knew that he should not die in such misery, and he vaguely understood that such sorrow should not be the whole of his life.

In this depression that almost forgot other emotions, Xiaochen's soul seemed to be gradually surrounded and swallowed by endless darkness, as if it was flooded by endless suffering.

His life seemed to have come to an end gradually.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, three days passed. At this time, they had built a ship, to be precise, a raft, bound together by five huge rolling woods of two feet in size, and became a ship they crossed the windless sea.

They didn't understand why Yang Chen was so happy. If it weren't for the fact that he could still feel the breath of laughter, they would have been really ready to rush in.

Of course, after these three days, they also confirmed something that the old man who was fishing was definitely not easy. Otherwise, how could an ordinary person stay motionless for three days and three nights?

Things here are a bit weird.

They didn't know what Yang Chen was doing. At this moment, Yang Chen was still standing alone in the sea of ​​suffering, staring at the endless sea of ​​suffering, and sighed;

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless, it turns out that this is the real sea of ​​suffering is endless!"

But looking back is no shore!

Yang Chen was surrounded by this endless sea of ​​suffering and wanted to end his life like this countless times, but he was always reluctant to leave.

"In life, it turns out that there are so many sufferings in my heart, such as love, love, life, death, fear is suffering, greed, anger, ignorance is suffering, love and hate are suffering... Everything is suffering, where can I be free, only by death is to seek liberation..."

Therefore, only by death can all end;

"But, can I give up my life because of these sorrows?"

He did not want to die, so he did not want to die in this suffering, and he did not want to end his life.

Yang Chen's eyes gradually focused on the pain and came to his senses.

Guru...

This mouthful of tea was just now.

When the bitter water was swallowed into his stomach, Yang Chen felt that everything was so indifferent. Some things were gritted and they would pass.

Feeling the tears on his face, Yang Chen gently wiped it;

"Crying? Why?"

Yang Chen laughed mockingly. There are too many reasons for crying in this world, and he doesn't know why he cried. However, at this time, Yang Chen felt much more relaxed in his body and mind.

Bang...

Put down the teacup gently, and Xiaochen sighed lightly without coming;

“Good tea…”

There are few such tea leaves in the world. Looking at another cup of cold tea on the table, Xiaochen picked up again and drank it all in one go.
Chapter completed!