No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 5 Purple Talent
紫？
It sounds very second-year!
What are Purple Eyes, Purple Ying, Purple Qi, Purple Smoke, Purple Xuan...

"My disciple, you are quite talented, so why not call yourself Zicai?" Taoist Lan said the name that was in his mind.

He felt that Xu Shun was quite talented and had great potential, and would definitely make a difference for the Qinghua School in the future.

ha?
Purple talent?

Isn't that seaweed?

Xu Shun was confused.

Come to think of it, seaweed seems to have other meanings? It seems to be an insult to someone who is particularly vegetable?

"Master, Zicai doesn't sound very smooth. Why don't you reconsider it?" Xu Shun said tentatively.

The master gave me a Taoist name, and he directly asked me to change it. Wouldn’t that be a bad idea?

"What's wrong with that?"

When Lan Daoist heard Xu Shun's words were not smooth, he was not displeased at all. Instead, he smiled and said:

"Your senior brother has an innate pure yang body, so his Taoist name is Zishu."

"Your second senior brother has a temper as hot as fire, and can ignite at a touch, so his Taoist name is Zi Ran."

"You are the third oldest, the most talented of the three, so you are called Purple Talent. What's wrong with that?"

"Teacher thinks it's great!"

"..."

Xu Shun was silent.

How can this be said smoothly? How can this be good!
It turns out that his eldest brother's food is purple sweet potato, which is his staple food.

The second brother is cumin, which is a seasoning.

He became the seaweed used for making soup?
Is Qinghua Sect a canteen?
Xu Shun thought about it and decided not to complain about Lan Daoren directly, so he could only complain about his senior brother Zishu: "Is senior brother really good at swimming?"

"Disciple Zishu likes playing in the water the most, but his swimming ability is average." Taoist Lan didn't understand why Xu Shun said that, but still answered Xu Shun's question.

"Taoist name is like life. Nine out of ten people are not satisfied. Just get used to it." Lan Daoren continued:

"When Master, your master, gave me a Taoist name, I objected."

Taoist Lan thought about how he had pointed at his master and angrily cursed him for getting the name Gou Ba Dao, and said with a smile:

"The name Lan Ran doesn't fit my teacher's elegant temperament at first glance!"

"Master is right!" Xu Shun agreed sincerely.

An old, immature man like Aizen is indeed not worthy of this frivolous, big-bellied master in front of him.

"Hmm~" Seeing Xu Shun's sincere agreement, Lan Daoren nodded and said, "When you have a high level of cultivation and reach the Yuan Shen realm, you can accept disciples yourself."

"When the time comes, you can choose your own name for your disciple!"

So, cheating disciples to gain fame is a tradition of our lineage, right?

Really...

Are all immortal cultivators like this?

Xu Shun didn't quite understand, but was greatly shocked.

Suddenly he thought of something and said, "Master, we are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, so what will I be in my next life?"

Red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, and violet, these seven words are enough to describe the whole thing. The next sentence can’t really be “Who is dancing in the sky holding the colorful ribbons”?
"Many years ago, my master consulted the Grandmaster about this matter." Lan Daoren said, "The Grandmaster sent a decree from the Immortal Realm and replied with seven words."

"What seven words?"

"Gold, silver, copper, iron, tin, aluminum, and lead!"

Suddenly, it changed from seven colors to seven golds. Xu Shun finally understood why their Qinghua Sect was so abstract.

If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked. The ancestor must be very abstract!
"That's not as good as 'Who dances in the air holding a colorful ribbon'!" Xu Shun couldn't help but say.

"What a great sentence!" When Lan Dao Ren heard such a great sentence, he couldn't help but pat his belly.

"So, my disciple uses 'Jin' as his Taoist name." Xu Shun murmured to himself: "Golden melon, goldfish, golden shovel... they all sound good!"

When Taoist Lan heard Xu Shun mention "golden melon, goldfish, and golden shovel", his eyes lit up.

"Disciple Zicai is indeed quite talented. The names he came up with are all unique." Lan Daoist said, "The only things I could think of were the Golden Bull and the Golden Rat."

"With the name of a disciple, I feel more motivated to practice."

"You can only accept disciples if you reach the Yuanshen realm as soon as possible." Lan Daoren encouraged. "Thank you for the name, Master!" Xu Shun did not respond, but bowed respectfully to Lan Daoren.

At this point, the bestowal of the name of Tao is completed.

Even though Lan Dao was lying on the stone the whole time.

Nothing happened that night, and Xu Shun continued to sit cross-legged and practice.

It was not until the sun rose in the east that Xu Shun ended his night of practice.

He felt his legs go numb...

It feels like you sleep with your arm as a pillow for half the night, and your arm becomes numb from the pillow all night.

I don’t feel anything when I’m asleep, but I feel it when I wake up.

Xu Shun is now just a rookie who has just started cultivating immortals, and is still an ordinary person.

One needs to gradually deepen his cultivation to become a true monk.

When Taoist Lan saw Xu Shun's face full of numbness in his legs, he taught him a set of Five Animal Exercises to relax his meridians and promote blood circulation.

"We all went through this. When we first started practicing, it was like being in a frying pan." Taoist Lan comforted.

"Being in a frying pan?" Xu Shun asked, "Is that scary?"

"When you practice, you will know." Lan Daoren did not explain too much.

Cultivation is about practicing and doing, not about talking and understanding.

There is still a huge gap between understanding and taking action.

"Eat something, put out the fire, and let's go." Taoist Lan ordered.

Xu Shun followed the instructions, took out some dry food from his backpack, roasted it over the fire, and then ate it bit by bit.

Dry food tastes terrible!

As for Taoist Lan, he eats wind and drinks dew, like a fairy. He has been fasting for a long time and no longer needs to eat dry food.

After he finished eating, he put out the fire again.

The weather in the mountains is hot during the day and cold at night. Without a fire at night, he would probably shiver with cold.

The fire kept burning last night. I guess it was because of the spell cast by Master Lan, otherwise it would have burned out long ago.

"Let's go!" Taoist Lan stood up and said when he saw Xu Shun clumsily put out the fire.

When his apprentice saw him, he didn't look like a rich kid. How come he was so clumsy even doing small things like picking up firewood and putting out a fire?

Maybe this is the price of talent.

Taoist Lan shook the fat on his body and strode towards one direction.

"Master, it seems like we weren't going in this direction yesterday?" Xu Shun took two steps and couldn't help asking.

His sense of direction is pretty good.

Yesterday it was heading north, today it seems to be heading northeast.

"Oh, that doesn't matter." Lan Dao Ren said indifferently.

"Master, where are we going?" Xu Shun asked the question he wanted to ask a few days ago.

"Master, I don't know either. Wherever I go is where I will end!" said Taoist Lan.

"Huh?" Xu Shun was puzzled.

You are a master in the Mahayana stage, which should be considered a rare existence in the world of immortal cultivation.

Why are you driving on mountain roads everywhere?

"Move as you please, be still as you please, and follow fate. It's the same wherever I go now." Lan Dao said with emotion:
"I just want to take a good look at the Red Country before I ascend to heaven."

It’s the same wherever you go, just take a look at your hometown before ascending.

This is the purpose of Lan Daoren's visit to the human world.

So simple, so pure.

　Zicai, sounds like a good thing for making soup.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)