In the east of Dongtu Continent, there is a small town called Xining. There is a small stream outside the small town, and there is a mountain beside the stream. There is a temple in the mountain, but there are no monks in the temple. There are only Qingliang and Chen Changsheng. The others went to catch fish, but Taoist Ji did not know where they went.
"Why are you called Changsheng?" Qingliang asked Chen Changsheng who was studying quietly.
"Master hopes to live forever." Chen Changsheng, who was still studying, did not look back, but paused while twisting the paper in his hand.
"Why immortality?"
"Master has calculated for me, I won't live to be twenty."
"Can you live forever by studying?" Seeing that Chen Changsheng ignored her again, Qingliang continued to ask.
"Reading allows me to see countless scenery and walk countless miles. It cannot lead to immortality." Chen Changsheng answered and turned to a new page.
"Then do you know there is such a saying?"
"What words?"
"Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles; traveling thousands of miles is not as good as reading countless people; reading countless people is not as good as showing the way by a famous teacher; and being guided by a famous teacher is not as good as enlightening yourself."
"Wonderful, so wonderful!" Chen Changsheng suddenly realized.