Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 183 - 126: The Chapter of Human World - Only My Jiguang
Chapter 183: Chapter 126: The Chapter of Human World – Only My Jiguang
Is this the Death Realm?
Chen Qing looked around:
Desolate, lonely, and uninhabited, only the White Bone River flowed.
The ground was reddish-brown with dried blood, human skin hanging on trees fluttering in the wind.
While observing, a very tall man suddenly approached him, “I’ve been looking for you for a long time, so you were here!”
The man hugged him excitedly, “Let’s go, let’s go fishing!”
This man had a simple and honest face, seemingly like a genuine farmer.
Chen Qing couldn’t figure out what he was supposed to do, so he thought about fishing with this man for a day.
Arriving at the edge of the White Bone River, Chen Qing sat next to the man, mimicking his actions, waving the fishing rod in his hand and casting the bare hook into the water.
“Can you fish with a bare hook?”
The fisherman laughed heartily, “They couldn’t even beg for this!”
Soon, the man caught a big fish.
He asked, “How is the Human World now?”
The fish replied, “Not so good, everyone is out of food.”
“Resources for cultivation are also depleted, a huge amount of Spiritual Energy has been lost.”
“Many people are saying that it’s the End of Dharma era.”
The man didn’t seem to care much, “End of Dharma, End of Dharma, so it’s the End of Dharma era, what does it have to do with me?”
“I’m just a fisherman fishing by the Netherworld.”
He joyfully made the fish into a soup and shared it with Chen Qing.
Chen Qing originally didn’t want to eat it, but was ghostly tempted to taste what the soul turned into soup tasted like.
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After all, this was just a tribulation, not real.
He took a sip of the fish soup, vast memories flooded in with the broth.
At three years old, because there was no food at home, his mother was forced to go to the household of the richest family in the village, returning with a numb gaze and disheveled clothes.
At five years old, the little girl at the head of the village died,
At ten years old, his father died from illness.
There were no great tragedies, they simply starved to death.
“Bitter.”
The fisherman seemed not to care at all, “Fish soup is naturally bitter.”
He poured another small bowl for Chen Qing, then hugged the remaining soup and drank it all.
After finishing the soup, he threw the fish back into the river, where, without any pain, it swam forward, rejuvenated.
Chen Qing asked, “Did we drink its bitterness?”
The fisherman nodded, “We were born to drink their bitterness, is there something wrong with that?”
“That was told by the Light!”
Chen Qing asked, “Light?”
The fisherman suddenly became cautious, seemingly afraid that Chen Qing would uncover his secret.
“I can’t tell you, only when I die can I give that strand of Light to you.”
“It’s the most beautiful treasure in the world.”
Chen Qing, taking advantage of the fisherman’s sleep, searched around and found not another living soul apart from himself and the fisherman.”
“How should I pass this tribulation?”
With no other choice, Chen Qing returned to the fisherman’s side, joining him in daily fishing and soup drinking.
The soup was very bitter and grew increasingly bitter, making Chen Qing want to spit it out.
The fisherman cared for him, letting him drink only a small bowl each time, while he drank all the rest.
“You’ll get used to it if you drink a lot.”
Chen Qing drank so much soup, and thinking of past experiences, said, “Human life, Divine Skills, life and death, ultimately nothing withstands fate.”
The fisherman suddenly became angry, “What are you talking about, if fate wants us dead, then we grasp it by the throat and make it kneel before us!”
After drinking fish soup for half a month, Chen Qing grew more numb, not even knowing how the flow of time here compared to the outside world.
But during this time, more and more fish appeared; they didn’t even have to fish, as the fish jumped toward them, “I also want to be painless, eat me, eat me up!”
“I can’t stop, these painful memories are chasing me!”
“I can’t let go, I can’t let go!”
Chen Qing belched, his mouth full of bitterness.
The fisherman asked, “Can you still eat?”
Chen Qing, thinking of his own Snake Butterfly, replied, “I can still eat.”
The fisherman laughed, “Didn’t see that coming, you can eat even more than me, you really suit this job by nature!”
The fisherman quickly cooked the fish, using bones to create a fire, Chen Qing ate one fish after another.
While being cooked, a fish asked, “Can I become a mouse in my next life?”
“I want to be a mouse!”
The fisherman angrily said, “What’s so good about a mouse?”
The fish replied, “Mice eat less and are less likely to starve.”
The fisherman was stunned; another fish on a different chopping board said, “If I could become anything, I’d want to be a stone.”
The two fish argued over being a mouse or a stone, finally, the one wanting to be a stone won.
After all, a stone doesn’t need to eat anything.
Chen Qing ate fish soup for half a month, constantly eating, but even with his Snake Butterfly, he could no longer eat.
“I say fisherman, I can’t eat anymore, can you?”
The fisherman touched his round belly, “I can’t eat anymore either.”
They turned around, looking at the mountain of fish, the fisherman cursed, “Why have so many people died?”
“How could this possibly be eaten up?”
A fish jumped up, “You definitely can’t finish it, now the entire world is about to be destroyed.”
“The world has already come to its end.”
“A few days ago it rained, but it was a meteor shower, initially, I thought it was a good chance to make a wish, but the meteor shower lasted three days and nights, and incidentally destroyed my home.”
This was a cold joke, unfortunately, no one laughed with him.
