Chapter 280: Chapter 144: Unknown Spiritual Fire? Luo Qingshan is Back!_3
In front of him, a young man dressed in a yellow monk robe, clutching a string of yellow Buddha beads, suddenly appeared.
At his waist hung a pure yellow bell, only the size of a palm.
Looking at the figure before him, familiar yet somehow strange,
Luo Ping couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.
Not far from Luo Ping, Lu Jun,
was already furrowing his brows tightly at this moment.
A flash of wariness quickly passed through his eyes.
Even as he leaned towards Luo Ping, he called out loudly to someone outside the room.
However, Lu Jun merely called out once.
After which, he was stopped by Luo Ping.
“Amitabha…”
The young man with a rather upright and handsome appearance placed his palms together, bowed to Luo Ping in front of him, and then said in a low voice, “A year has passed, I wonder how the Family Head has been lately?”
Luo Ping stared at the person before him for a long time.
After gradually reconciling the person before him with Luo Qingshan, who had left the Luo Family Ancestral Land,
he silently stepped forward.
He reached out and patted the shoulder of Luo Qingshan, which seemed somewhat different from before, and couldn’t help but say quietly, “You’re back?”
Luo Qingshan silently nodded, then smiled and said, “Yes, it’s been a year, I’ve finally returned…”
Inside the room, Luo Ping asked again, “How has the past year been? Did you really enter that Great Hanging Temple inside White Lotus Prefecture?”
Luo Qingshan placed the yellow Buddhist beads he was holding onto his wrist.
He looked curiously at Lu Jun, the Lu Family Head he had never met before,
and then replied softly, “I didn’t enter the Great Hanging Temple. Right at the beginning, I was eliminated directly. After several selections and being unable to join the Great Hanging Temple, I grew disheartened and planned to return to the clan. But before I could leave the White Lotus Prefecture, my master appeared…”
“For the following period, I practiced with my master the whole time.”
Hearing this, Luo Ping asked in surprise, “Your master? Who is this eminent monk who took you as a disciple?”
At that, Luo Qingshan shook his head,
then said softly, “My master can’t be considered an eminent monk; he’s just a meat-and-wine monk but has treated me very well. It was about ten days ago that my master said to me he wanted to take me away from the Da Feng Dynasty to the nameless temple where he resides. So, I told my master that I wanted to visit home.”
“My master agreed to my wish and even gave me half a year’s time,”
“to properly settle my mortal affairs.”
“After that, returning might pose some difficulties.”
Upon hearing this, Luo Ping became somewhat puzzled again, “Difficulties? What do you mean by that?”
Luo Qingshan glanced at the gradually increasing white hair on Luo Ping’s head,
at the traces left on Luo Ping’s face by the passage of years,
and couldn’t help but sigh softly, saying, “In the Xuanyuan Continent, there are a total of twelve Divine States, each one of them seemingly boundless. The Da Feng Dynasty is located in the Dong Huang Divine State, and my master’s unnamed temple is situated in the Nanhuang Divine State; the distance between both Divine States is immeasurable.”
“To travel back and forth once would require an innumerable amount of time.”
“Moreover, those not in the Immortal Realm are mere ants after all.”
“The lifespan of cultivators in the mortal realm is ultimately limited, so…”
Stopping there, Luo Qingshan did not continue.
As the current Family Head of the Luo Family, Luo Ping also understood the meaning of these words.
The gap between cultivators in the mortal realm and those in the Immortal Realm
is vast, like the difference between the clouds and the mud.
One in the heavens, one at the earth’s core.
Even the cultivators of the mundane realm, no matter how high their cultivation, even those at the final Mortal Transcendence Realm.
Their lifespans are ultimately limited to a mere three hundred years or so.
But should one successfully achieve Mortal Transcendence, reaching the Immortal Realm.
Even at the Immortal Realm’s initial stage, Gathering Spirit.
Their lifespans would surge to five hundred years.
Therefore, what Luo Qingshan said.
Did hold some truth to it.
“Since that’s the case, then I’ll immediately have your father come back…”
Having said this, Luo Ping called for a servant of the Luo Family from outside the room.
Meanwhile, Luo Qingshan turned away, silently walking on his own through the Luo Family Ancestral Land that felt both familiar and somewhat strange.
As he walked, he suddenly heard the swishing sounds of a longsword in motion.
Driven by curiosity, Luo Qingshan approached the source of the sound.
There, he saw a young boy dressed in thin clothes.
At that moment, the boy held a wooden sword in his hand, swinging it forward with utmost determination.
The boy’s cultivation was at the Initial Realm of Skin Refinement.
Although Luo Qingshan didn’t understand the ways of the Sword Dao, with his insight, he could still see.
The youthful clumsiness in the boy’s movement as he wielded the wooden sword.
…
After standing in a daze for a moment.
Luo Qingshan left the place and headed towards the residence of Patriarch Changfeng.
Before he entered the courtyard where Patriarch Changfeng resided.
Luo Qingshan could keenly sense.
Many gazes simultaneously sweeping over in his direction.
The owners of these gazes varied in their cultivation levels.
Not many had reached the Perfection of Bone Refinement; most of them were in the Initial Stage or Intermediate Stage of Organ Refinement.
There was even one at the Organ Refinement Late Stage.
“Has the overall strength of our clan really improved to this extent in just one year?”
After shaking his head with a smile.
Luo Qingshan silently continued towards the small courtyard that emitted an aura of ancient mystery.
“Patriarch Changfeng…”
Inside the courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion.
At the moment, Luo Changfeng was holding a cup of tea, sipping it slowly.
Standing beside Luo Changfeng was Luo Qingshan, dressed in a yellow monk robe with Yellow Buddhist Beads on his wrist and a golden bell tied to his waist.
At that moment, he was standing silently.
His eyes flashed with countless unspoken longings.
Patriarch Changfeng remained the figure of respect from his memories.
No matter now or a year ago.
It seemed he never changed, always the same.