chapter 16 Shocking news

"Darko, where have you been these past few days." The green-robed Taoist was Nahuel, the steward of Hualing Pavilion. When he saw Darko, he stood up from behind the table a little abnormally.

"I've met Master Nahuel!"Darko quickly took a few steps forward and saluted Nahuel.

"Hey! Darko, your master left seclusion two days ago."Nahuel looked a little sad, which made Darko feel a little uneasy.

"My master is out of seclusion, I'm going to see his old man right now!"Darko turned around quickly and was about to rush out of Hualing Pavilion. However, Nahuel called him from behind.

"Darko, your master has been released from seclusion, but..."Nahuel hesitated.

Darko quickly turned around and looked at Nahuel. The uneasiness in his heart became more intense. He asked: "Master Nahuel, did something happen to my master? Tell me quickly!"

The way Nahuel hesitated to speak made Darko's heart skip a beat, and his palms became sweaty due to nervousness.

"Darko, you must be mentally prepared!"Nahuel pondered for a moment, but then he said this, looking at Darko with a trace of pity.

"Could it be that..."Darko heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but take a step back. He asked with a trembling voice: "Could it be that my master..."

Nahuel didn't say anything, but nodded solemnly.

His action almost caused Darko to collapse. Darko felt that the world in front of him collapsed in an instant, and his head seemed to be hit by a nine-day thunder, which made him unable to distinguish between east, west, north and south.

A line of hot tears flowed down his face, and the kind face of his master emerged in his mind. However, at this time, he and his master were separated forever. Before Master went into seclusion, he already vaguely knew that this was Master's last chance.

His master was already over one hundred and fifty years old, and his end would come at any time, but when his master really passed away, he couldn't accept it. Castor is no longer just a master to Darko.

"Darko, you have to show your condolences and accept the change!"Nahuel saw that Darko face was distorted with sadness because he knew about the death of his master, and he couldn't help but comfort him.

The Supreme Being forgets his feelings and is too ruthless. In fact, people who practice Taoism generally take life and death very lightly. The more profound the Taoism, the more indifferent they are to life and death. However, Darko is not a Taoist, he is a martial artist.

He has feelings, and they are very rich. Cultivating martial arts is actually cultivating people. Martial arts is also humane. The seven emotions and six desires are essentially human nature.

Since it is human nature, it should not be abandoned. Therefore, Darko will not and does not need to hide his inner feelings, but vent his sorrow to his heart's content.

"Master Nahuel! When did this happen?"Darko let the tears blur his eyes without reaching out to wipe them away. He asked Nahuel sadly.

"Your master passed away last night. He couldn't let go of you and wanted to see you, but..."Nahuel said with some emotion. Although Castor and he did not have the same master-brother relationship, his friendship with Castor was still good.

Nahuel is a Taoist, and what Taoists pay attention to is to abandon the seven emotions and six desires. Although Castor is his senior brother, if you cannot cultivate to the realm of immortals, you will still die, but Nahuel does not seem too sad.

What the ascetics pay attention to is to understand the way of heaven. The way of Tao is natural. When there is life, there is death, and when there is dryness, there is prosperity. This is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth. Let nature take its course. This is the view of the ascetics.

"Master... this disciple is unfilial!"Darko looked up to the sky and wailed, with tears streaming down his face. His appearance made the disciples around him look at him in surprise.

"This is what your master asked me to give you!" At this time, Nahuel took out a package and a purple stick with simple patterns engraved on it under the table.

Darko suppressed his sadness and reached out to take the package and the stick with tears in his eyes. This stick looks like wood but not wood, and looks like iron but not iron. It is made of unknown materials. It looks a bit like a sword hilt and is a bit heavy to hold.

This stick-like thing, according to Darko's master Castor, was obtained by the master of their lineage together with the ancient cultivation techniques. It should be something extraordinary.

However, after several generations of people in Darko's lineage have tried to figure it out, they can't find anything extraordinary about this short purple stick. It is an inconspicuous thing when viewed horizontally or vertically.

"Uncle Master, where is my master buried? I want to pay my respects."Darko asked in a deep voice, his voice full of sorrow.

Castor and Darko, although they are master and apprentice, are as close as father and son. Darko was extremely regretful for not seeing his master for the last time. In addition to grief, he also felt self-blame.

"Your master is buried in the Menzhong Cemetery. You can see it when you enter the cemetery."Nahuel replied.

As soon as Nahuel finished speaking, Darko rushed out of Hualing Pavilion. Nahuel seemed to want to say something else, but in the end he didn't stop Darko.

On the back mountain of Taixuanmen, halfway up the mountain, there is a special place with green grass and fragrant flowers. If it weren't for the forest of steles, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a garden.

Here is the Taixuan Sect’s cemetery, where the bones of disciples from past generations are buried. After all, not everyone can cultivate the path of immortality. When the time comes, they will return to reincarnation and turn into a pile of loess.

The entire cemetery was quiet, without a sound.

In an inconspicuous corner outside the cemetery, a figure stood quietly in front of a low grave, motionless. He was Darko.

He stood blankly from morning to noon, and then from noon to evening. The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the mountains and dyeing them red. It was another sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun made the cemetery solemn and a little strange.

The low grave is inconspicuous and can be said to be very simple. There is only a tombstone, no flowers, and a simple small earth bag. The soil is new.

Who in life has no death? No matter how brilliant you are, you are still a mediocre person. In the end, you are just a pile of loess, without any difference. If a person dies and the light goes out, who will remember, and who will remember that such a person once existed in this world?

The essence of cultivation is actually to defy heaven. Whether practicing martial arts or Taoism, you are fighting against heaven for your life. If you succeed, you will enjoy a long life; if you fail, you will disappear from heaven and earth, and everything will disappear.

Although the ascetics say they are obeying the destiny, but at the same time they are complying with the destiny, are they not breaking through the destiny?

Darko's master Castor went into seclusion for the last time, but he did not take that step and could not escape his final limit. When the time comes, it is time to sit down and die. This is the law of heaven and earth, and no one can transcend it.