Chapter 57: Bottlenecks
Pan Long is indeed rich, and he is indeed willing to spend money.
After confirming this, the attitude of the old man suddenly changed.
Before he was lazy, calm and a little helpless, now he is full of smiles, and even looks a little flattering.
Looking at his smile, Pan Long sighed.
"Why are you doing this?" he said, "I'm just here to buy something......
The old man looked thin and looked like he was old and old, but Pan Long could clearly feel that in fact, he contained extremely powerful power in his body, but he locked this power in his body and did not leak it at all.
Those who can do this kind of thing must be the top people in the rivers and lakes. Even if he hasn't stepped into the realm of real people, he is still a top master in the innate realm.
Judging from the fact that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi around the other party was peaceful and normal, either he had returned to his roots, or the path he was cultivating was different from the people Pan Long had seen in the pastβfor example, he was an innate peak practitioner that Pan Long had never encountered before.
In either case, with such a character, he shouldn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice!
Anyway, seeing this scene, Pan Long really felt uncomfortable.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant, and smiled even more happily.
Before, his smile seemed a little fake, the typical "businessman's" smile, but now his smile was much more sincere, like an old man seeing some young and outstanding young man who lacks experience, kind and gentle.
"You have a good eye. "But you're too biased." β
"Biased?" Pan Long was a little puzzled, he didn't feel that his thoughts were biased.
In this world, strength and status are closely related. It is true that there are situations where you can be in a high position without any strength - for example, you are born with a high level of reincarnation technology, and you are lying on the finish line that many people struggle to reach - but it is really unimaginable that you have strength but have a low status.
In many stories, there will be situations where some big people have master slaves, and they can still call those top masters around even though their strength is mediocre. But after all, stories are just stories, and there are indeed masters who run to serve as slaves in order to repay their favors or other reasons, but who would really treat such people as slaves?
For example, Uncle Chen, the gatekeeper of the Suishan Ren family, is a master of the Shaoqing lineage of the Daomen, and he is probably the innate peak of the four differences. Nominally, he is indeed a slave of the Ren family, but the children of the Ren family are all respectful to him, as if they respect him as the elders of the family, and they are all Uncle Chen, and sometimes when they meet him on the path in the garden, they will take the initiative to make way for him.
That's a reasonable situation, after all...... No one is a fool!
The kind of person who really treats the masters of the rivers and lakes as servants, how does his brain grow? It is difficult for Pan Long to imagine.
And this old man is obviously a master of the rivers and lakes, and his strength may even be stronger than Uncle Chen, but in the face of an ordinary customer, just because the other party is rich and willing to spend money, he showed the even somewhat flattering smile just now...... Pan Long really can't understand this kind of thing!
The old man looked at his expression, guessed his thoughts, and explained: "If I wish, of course, I can show my strength, then everyone will respect meβfor thirty or forty years, I have done so." At that time, I always put on a cold face, I loved to buy or not, and I didn't have a good face for anyone. β
"Do you think that's right?"
Pan Long shook his head: "That's naturally not right, after all, doing business is still to be kind and make money, and you must always be polite to guests." β
"Then why do you think it's wrong for me to be like this?" asked the old man with a smile.
Pan Long frowned, thought for a while, and then said, "I mean...... Neither humble nor arrogant. I sell things, others buy things, and everyone is equal. You can smile politely, but you really shouldn't smile like that......"
The old man laughed, "Your idea is really interesting! I see what you mean." β
After laughing, he shook his head and said, "Your idea, logically speaking, is right. But why are most of the merchants in the world not like you say?"
"Because they're weaker. Pan Long replied.
"Could it be that when you are strong, you can do whatever you want?" the old man asked again.
Pan Long frowned, he felt that this question was wrong, but he didn't know how to answer it for a while.
The old man smiled and waved, and the tables and chairs appeared in front of them out of thin air. He sat down first, and then motioned for Pan Long to sit as well.
"Don't rush, think slowly. β
As he spoke, he tapped lightly on the table, and tea and snacks appeared on the table out of thin air, and a silver-white lantern appeared next to it, illuminating the place brightly.
"What we have is time, and it's okay to think as long as we want. β
Pan Long thought for a long time, and finally reluctantly came up with an answer: "I think that weak people can't control their own destiny, so they can only lower their heads and try to avoid danger, while strong people have the ability to fight danger, so they can raise their heads and hold their chests tall - your strength is definitely a very strong category in the rivers and lakes, and you should hold your head high." β
The old man nodded slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with his answer.
After a while, he said, "What about your answer...... I'm going to criticize you. β
Pan Long was a little puzzled, and he didn't understand why this answer was being criticized.
"Of course your ideas have a point, at least at my age, and certainly not as organized as you are. The old man said, "But no matter how reasonable your ideas are, why should you ask others to do what you think?"
Pan Long was stunned.
The old man's words were like a bolt of lightning that struck his heart.
"Whether your ideas are right or wrong, asking others to do what you think is not right in itself. The old man continued, "The strong have power, so naturally they have to use it more carefully than the weak. If you feel that others should follow these 'right' principles just because you have power, then you have deviated from the right path and are more inclined to the righteous and evil wanderer fanatics on the rivers and lakes. β
Pan Long couldn't help but nodded.
He hadn't found out before, but after being educated by this old man, he suddenly felt that many of his thoughts were indeed not quite right.
Just like this senior said, maybe what you say is right, but your own views are based on your own situation after all, and other people's situations may not be the same as your own, so how can you ask others to have the same views as yourself?
Indiscriminately, asking everyone to have a similar view to their own, this kind of thinking and even practice, or not!
He let out a long breath, stood up and saluted the old man: "Thank you seniors for teaching!
"Don't worry, sit down, sit down, I'm not done yet. The old man smiled more kindly, knocked on the table, and motioned for him to sit down.
Pan Long sat down again, and the old man continued: "Then, back to myself, why should I do this? The reason is simple, because I want to learn from the practices of ordinary merchants. β
"Learn from the practices of ordinary merchants?" Pan Long asked in wonder, "is there any need for this?"
The old man looked up at the sky, sighed, and asked, "In your opinion, how old am I, old man?"
"Although the predecessor is old on the outside, the aura in the body is strong, and he should not have reached the age of decay of the breath, probably not more than a hundred years old, right?" Pan Long tried to say.
The old man shook his head: "You said too little! Actually, I am one hundred and fifty-three years old this year. β
Pan Long was taken aback.
The Kyushu world takes 60 years as a jiazi, and the lifespan of ordinary people is probably in one jiazi. If the innate master does not take the life-prolonging elixir, it will basically end up with two nails. A real grandmaster can live for about four or five Jiazi...... Almost everyone knows about it.
This senior has lived for more than one hundred and fifty years, isn't that far beyond the lifespan of the innate realm?
And his aura has not yet had the slightest hint of decay, could it be...... He has actually returned to his roots, is he a great grandmaster?
"Don't doubt it, I haven't stepped into the realm of real people yet. The old man saw his conjecture and explained, "I am a sorcerer, although our sorcerers have a much more difficult path than you martial artists, but once the Fa enters the innate nature, there are many more ways to prolong life than you. For a person like me, let alone 150 years old, even if you want to survive until you are 250 years old, there is no difficulty. β
"I have an elder who pins his soul on a puppet, and his body is sealed with a secret method, and he only returns to his body to resurrect for a while every month, so as to maintain the connection between his body and his soul from being severed. Relying on this method, he has survived from the Warring States period to the present day, and even if necessary, as long as he is given some time to prepare, he can fight like an ordinary person without the slightest problem. β
Pan Long was taken aback, of course that senior of the Pai Sect did not cultivate into an immortal, but he had survived for more than a thousand years by relying on this wonderful method, and he could even continue to live. If there are no accidents, maybe live another thousand years.
This can already be regarded as immortality!
The sorcerer's methods are truly unpredictable and amazing!
The old man waited for a moment, and when he calmed down his shock, he continued: "As for me, old man, I entered the law as early as my forties. Then, at about the age of eighty, I had reached the pinnacle of innate cultivation and was ready to prepare to step into the realm of real people. β
Pan Long frowned slightlyβthis old-timer had lived for more than one hundred and fifty years, so wouldn't he have been trapped at the peak of innate for seventy years?
As a result, 70 years have passed, and the old man is still at the peak of his congenital nature, how can he return to the basics? β
"Pai Jiao is a big faction, isn't there a secret to returning to the basics?"
"There is nature, and the old man has long memorized it, but it is one thing to know it, and it is another thing to do it. The old man sighed, "Over the years, the old man has collected more than a dozen different sets of different tips for returning to the truth from various sects. But no matter which set, the old man can't do it. β
"How can it be so difficult?" Pan Long was a little puzzled, he originally planned to go from innate to real person, as long as his cultivation was enough, but he didn't expect that this senior of the Pai Sect had both strength and resources, but he was trapped on this bottleneck for so long.
Is there any difficulty in this?
"Specifically, the old man doesn't want to say more - as far as the old man feels, the more you know about this aspect of things before you really need to break through, the less good it is. The old man sighed, "Anyway, the old man pondered and pondered, and finally felt that what hindered the old man from stepping into the realm of returning to the truth was probably this pride." β
Pan Long nodded "oh" and suddenly realized.
This senior felt that his pride hindered him from breaking through the bottleneck, so he deliberately bowed his head and learned from the practices of ordinary businessmen, hoping to grind off his pride through practice in order to break through.
"So...... Senior, how long have you been doing this?" he asked.
"It's been almost ten years. β
"How's it going?"
The old man sighed: "To be honest, it's not good. β
Pan Long hesitated for a moment and said, "The junior has an idea, would you like to hear it?"
The old man smiled: "If you have an idea, just say it, over the years, I have been ridiculed many times, and I don't care about being hit again." β
Pan Long thought for a moment, organized his words, and then said, "I don't think you should go against your own nature, senior. β
"What do you mean by that?"
"Senior, you were full of pride and always faced people coldly, which is not good, but isn't this your true thoughts, the expression of your nature?"
The old man nodded: "Naturally." β
"Why, then, do you have to go against your own nature?"
"Because this pride hinders my progress. The old man replied, "I have been proud for decades, and I have not been able to make any progress." So this pride is definitely wrong. β
"Of course your thoughts are right, pride is indeed wrong, but behind the pride, what do you think?"
The old man frowned, lost in thought.
He had a lot of experience, so he naturally immediately understood what Pan Long meant.
Pride is wrong, but should your own pride really be completely denied?
While completely denying pride, did you also deny what should have been affirmed?
Is it really right to force yourself to bow your head and follow the example of ordinary businessmen who bow down to wealth and power, and to make flattery and humility?
Seeing him thinking silently, Pan Long smiled, and then he had time to pick up the teacup and pour himself a cup of tea.
Before the cup of tea was finished, the old man raised his head and smiled with relief.
"You're right, I put down my pride for ten years, and I haven't gained anything, except to make myself embarrassed, I haven't gained anything. It can be seen that what I need to let go of is not pride, but something else. β
With a smile, he radiated a strong sense of confidence, and even in the dark of night, his whole person seemed to glow.
"The old man vaguely realized that he was going to retreat and cultivate for a period of time now. When it comes to shopping, you can find someone else. β
As he spoke, the night breeze blew, and he had disappeared without a trace.
Pan Long was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but shake his head again and again, but laughed.