This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 455: Chapter 6 Ascetic Monk_3

If the heart is free from miscellaneous thoughts, only then can one truly cultivate the righteous fruits.

This is the cultivation philosophy of the ascetic monks.

They force themselves to endure what ordinary people consider to be suffering to train their stamina and detachment.

In Sanskrit, the term “ascetic” originally means “heat,” thus enduring heat is the primary method of these ascetic monks’ cultivation.

Thus, the major deserts have become the frequent haunts of these ascetic monks.

This method of cultivation, if truly brought to perfection, might turn a person into a piece of wood devoid of any desires.

Being desireless is indeed steadfast, but at the same time, it also strips away one’s humanity.

This is a terrifying thing, for without humanity, one can be called a saint, but equally, a demon.

Lu Qingshan was not afraid of the hardships of cultivation, but he could not agree with this self-imposed suffering.

Moreover, cultivating the truth should be about cultivating one’s true nature, not erasing all emotions and desires.

If it were so, that “truth” would be better off un-cultivated.

While he had some reservations about the philosophy of the ascetic monks, Lu Qingshan still had some respect for this group who could endure what ordinary people could not.

He slowly descended in front of the young ascetic monk, brought his hands together in a monastic salute, and politely asked, “May I know which direction I should head to reach Giant Bear City?”

Indeed, even with a map, Lu Qingshan still got lost.

After leaving Dongque City, he had encountered a sandstorm, and by the time he got out, he had lost his way.

Although he could get back on track after the stars appeared at night,

since he had met an ascetic monk, asking for directions to save some time seemed like a good idea.

Ascetic monks who dare to practice in such a desert naturally have their own methods of finding directions, unlike Lu Qingshan, who could only rely on the stars in the sky for orientation.

The ascetic monk, seeing Lu Qingshan descend from the sky, knew that Lu Qingshan must be at least at the Foundation Establishment stage. He also brought his hands together in a salute and politely said, “Please wait a moment, fellow Daoist.”

Then, he picked up a handful of fine sand from beneath his feet and gently sprinkled it out.

The fine sand dispersed with the wind, and somehow the ascetic monk discerned the correct direction from it, pointing in the opposite direction of where the sand scattered, “Fellow Daoist, Giant Bear City should be in this direction.”

“Thank you, monk friend,” Lu Qingshan expressed his gratitude.

Then, Lu Qingshan rose on his sword again, following the direction indicated by the ascetic monk, and continued on his way.

The ascetic monk, regarding this fleeting encounter in the desert, didn’t make much of it and continued walking barefoot under the scorching sun.

……..

Half an hour later.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Another dozen figures descended from the sky and landed in front of the ascetic monk.

The leader, an ugly male cultivator with a dark birthmark on his face, had a fierce look and spoke in an eerily cold tone, “Monk, have you seen any cultivators passing through from above?”

The ascetic monk’s heart skipped a beat.

Having chosen to practice ascetically in the Mogao Desert, he naturally had a good understanding of the prominent characters in the Mogao Desert.

The appearance and especially the noticeable dark birthmark of the man in front of him allowed him to recognize his identity immediately.

An evil cultivator with a bounty from Great Xia, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, known as Shi Du.

Sought by Great Xia for practicing evil techniques and harming ordinary people, Shi Du had become cornered and eventually fled into the Mogao Desert, joining the sand bandits.

With his cultivation and ruthless methods, Shi Du had gradually become a minor leader among the sand bandits, specializing in assaulting so-called isolated “fat sheep.”

And with the vast expanse of the Mogao Desert, where not even birds are seen on normal days, encountering another cultivator was not so easy.

The ascetic monk realized that Shi Du must have come searching for the young cultivator who had asked him for directions earlier. @@novelbin@@

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