Qi WuHuo returned to Refining Yang Temple after being away for several days. Young Daoist was very happy Mingxin, but when old Daoist saw young Daoist, he was filled with emotion for a long time. When When Qi WuHuo went to sweep again, Master old Daoist was reading Daoist scriptures in the room, but he was still sighing. Young Daoist was very curious, so he came to the master and said, "Master, why do you keep sighing today?"
"Didn't you say that sighing makes you age quickly?"
Old Daoist rolled up the Dao Sutra in his hand, knocked young Daoist on the forehead, and said angrily:
"I have lived for more than three hundred years, and I am already extremely old. So why does it matter if I am older?"
"Young Daoist cares about the ball a lot."
Young Daoist propped up his chin. "I'm only ten years old."
"After the New Year, you will be eleven years old."
"Hehe."
"When I am three hundred years old, Master will be six hundred years old."
"How low did your white beard have to hang back then? At that time, the white-haired Mingxin pushed the master, who had even more gray hair, to go out to bask in the sun. He could also raise another young Daoist and raise two cats. Well, let's feed two Three Yellow Chicken, just like Uncle-Master Qi, one male and one female. In this case, you can eat chicken every day."
"There may even be chicks hatched."
"Uncle-Master Qi By that time, my hair will be all gray."
Young people's thinking is always very out-of-the-box.
The old man just smiled and said nothing, with kind eyes. Young Daoist Mingxin shook his head and said, "But why are you sighing, Master?"
Master old Daoist looked at young Daoist in the distance. After a long time, he said:
"I don't know what he went through."
"Although he was in the world of mortals in the past, he still had an aura of coming out of the mortal world; now, although the aura of coming out of the mortal world is still there, there is an additional aura of coming out of the mortal world. In this way, he has truly entered the world to practice. From the Daoist practice in books and Daoist scriptures to the Daoist practice in the mortal world, his realm is improving, but it is also the time when he will start to face many disasters."
"When I see someone like him entering the mortal world, I always think of myself back then."
"I also thought of how many seeds of spiritual cultivation were lost in the world of mortals."
"So sigh."
Young Daoist was confused after hearing this, and then asked, "Will I have such a day?"
"Yes."
Young Daoist asked again, "Then can I walk back to the Daoist temple like Master?"
Old Daoist smiled gently, and after a while, he still answered like this, "Yes."
"What about Martial Uncle?"
"Master doesn't know..."
The day after he came back, Qi WuHuo went out with his sword case on his back, still going to fulfill the last wish that Tantai Xuan had made back then. Today was the last regret. It was the last wish of the bodyguard, saying that he originally wanted to retire with his wife and find a village to spend their leisure time, but now he can't do it.
That is a very strong woman.
Since childhood, he and the deceased bodyguard studied martial arts under Teacher.
They are childhood sweethearts and friends from the same family.
When we were young and high-spirited, we also fought together in the world, fought against injustices, and left a name for ourselves.
After that, it was natural to get married.
Facing her husband's departure, she remained calm and rational.
After Qi WuHuo left, suppressed crying could be heard in the courtyard. It was extremely sad. This kind of sadness can be felt by oneself, and it stings like a needle.
Young Daoist stood outside the door for a long time.
The sleeves and robes were swept, and the last line of text emerged, and then the shackles were released with the word "Edict", allowing the bodyguard's thoughts to remain here to accompany his wife. At this point, the promises made in the town under He Lian Mountain had been completed. It was still early in the day, and Qi WuHuo had nothing to do for a while, so he walked aimlessly.
Everyone has suffering, and no one in the world is ever ruthless.
Qi WuHuo was in the village, when he first stepped into spiritual practice, and when he saw many people who were harmed by Tantai Xuan, he wrote down his last wishes for them with pen and ink. At that time, the young man felt in his heart that all the regrets in a person's life were just a few points of pen and ink on paper; later, when Water Cloud Village completed those young girl regrets, he felt so many regrets and reluctance.
I also feel that this is by no means a matter of pen and ink, but ultimately a person's life.
It's the Human World many loves, hates, regrets and regrets.
Later I learned about Buddha's teachings.
So I know that these are also the five aggregates Eight Sufferings in Buddhism. After birth, old age, illness and death, we will never be able to seek them.
A person's name may have two characters, or three characters. Occasionally, if it is a compound surname, it may have four characters.
A person's regrets and wishes are written on a piece of white paper, consisting of a few lines or about a dozen words.
In such a big city, Jinzhou, more than three million people have died in just a few months. If you just write out all their names, it would take about ten million words. And if each person left two lines of regrets, how many words would there be if they were piled up? People in ancient times did not have white paper to use. At that time, they peeled off the green bamboo to dry in the sun, and then burned the words. Not many words could be carved on one piece of bamboo.
Just these names are enough to attract all the green bamboos in the world, and it is difficult to record them all.
Even if all the thorns and bamboos are planted, it is still impossible to write.
It's the so-called [too many to write down]
Qi WuHuo understands the weight contained in these four words.
As a religious person, it seemed that he should let go, but he refused to let go.
Qi WuHuo unknowingly walked to the Central Province Prefecture City largest bridge again, and saw the tree planted by Old Mr. Ao Liu. The chessboard next to the tree was still there, but Old Mr. Ao Liu was not there today, and although he was not there, there were chess equipment here, but the chess pieces were replaced by those that could be seen normally, not the old gentleman's own antiques.
Qi WuHuo sat down, thinking about things, subconsciously holding something in his hand, twisting the chess pieces, tapping them lightly, looking down at the chessboard, and the questions in his mind kept popping up -
Sir, are you still at the Human World?
Three Demon Kingdom, which three Demon Kingdom are they?
Who is the person wearing black clothes Red Dragon...
In the end, there are those people who cannot be avoided.
The current emperor, Human Emperor, is a saint.
Should be killed, should be killed!
Young Daoist's eyes were calm, and the thoughts in his heart were clear without any hesitation.
What ascetics cultivate is the clarity of their own souls.
You will never deceive yourself.
Be true to your heart and be true to yourself.
Instead of suppressing all your thoughts.
But, kill, how to kill?
The way of the Human Emperor, protected by luck, the immortals in the heaven will not take action against Human Emperor. This was an agreement made thousands of years ago. When Qi WuHuo was in that village, he had exchanged it with the Daoist Alliance's waist card. After reading some basic classics about Human Emperor's luck, I came to understand that Human Emperor combines the power of billions of people into one. Even if each person is weak, hundreds of millions of people are already the best beings in the world.
His own conduct is shallow and he cannot be killed.
Unless his luck is broken.
If he is strong, divide and transform him.
Qi WuHuo While thinking about it, he put both the black and white chess baskets beside him, and played the black chess and the white chess alternately. The first method is to use the Jinzhou incident as a guide and try to reveal it to the world and set off a fire in the world. Human Heart is righteous, Human Heart is beneficial, adding fuel to the flames, plus other means, if this is the goal, it may cause a big chaos, even if it fails, it can also weaken Human Emperor's luck to a certain extent.
When the time comes, if you have cultivated enough, you can draw your sword and kill him.
Or it may lead to disputes among his descendants.
Young Daoist lowered his eyes and held the black chess piece.
And the one holding the white chess piece is also himself.
Two big dragons, black and white, fight and face off.
Pressing harder and harder.
When young Daoist finally made the move, it became slower and slower. He looked at the chess game and also 'looked' at the thoughts in his mind.
The chess piece in the hand falls on the chessboard--
Nowadays, we can't say it is a troubled time, because luck is so important. Not only the emperor, but also all the officials will try to keep their subordinates in a stable state for the sake of their own strength and longevity. People from all Aristocratic Clan tribes also join the court as officials. From top to bottom, they are involved layer by layer, like an extremely complex and tight instrument. It is extremely difficult to defeat Human Emperor.
But it is extremely difficult, but not impossible. With what Yellow Millet Dream deduced, it is not impossible to try to lay it out in fifty years.
Just young Daoist looked up.
He saw people coming and going, the world was like a woven fabric, and if he tried to rebel, no matter whether it succeeded or not, it would bring disaster and chaos.
Otherwise, Human Emperor's luck cannot be weakened.
In today's era, weakening Human Emperor's fortune means the collapse of the Great Wall of Fortune that defends many Demon Kingdom, which will cause the effectiveness of the military formations deployed at the border to be instantly reduced, putting the soldiers defending the border at an immediate disadvantage. The consequences that will follow can be seen at a glance, and may even lead to the disasters that occurred in Jinzhou on a larger scale.
Young Daoist put down the chess piece, and the murky murderous aura in his eyes dissipated.
Although there are undercurrents, he is still the clear and bright young man.
Then pick up the chess pieces again and put them into the chess basket.
"Isn't it a good rain?"
"Why don't you get off?"
There was a familiar voice. Qi WuHuo raised his head and saw that there were many people around him unknowingly. However, he was playing fast chess by himself earlier, and he played brilliantly. Among the passers-by, there were also old people who liked to watch chess. He stopped and watched the young man playing chess alone, but the person he asked was an acquaintance, fortune teller in gray clothes. He didn't know when he sat down and looked at the chessboard with his chin in his hands.
When he sat down, the people around him seemed to instinctively ignore the chessboard and young Daoist and grey-robed gentleman under the tree. Then the crowd dispersed like this. People came and went, and the world was like weaving. But under the tree, the chessboard was clean, except for the young man holding the chess, while the man watched.
The latter was so calm and calm that he actually regretted it when he opened his mouth.
His spirit had reminded him that it was best to stay away from the brat in front of him, but he didn't know why. It seemed that life in the world of mortals had become a bit boring recently, so he had to find something interesting to do.
At this moment, I came here to ask, for no other reason than curiosity. Young Daoist shook his head and just packed up the chess pieces.
To make the common people become pawns for your own goals and plunge them into disaster, regardless of whether they can be accomplished or not.
If I do such a thing, I will fall into the devil's path.
That kind of me is essentially no different from the Second Prince back then.
The first method is not to take.
So is there any other way?
They still played chess, but this time the game became much softer. Qi WuHuo lowered his eyes and thought in his heart, if it cannot be forcibly broken by external force, then what if he enters the court, like Jade Yang Master who is in another country at the moment? Relying on some of Yellow Millet Dream's fifty-year prophets, he stepped into the court and moved around."
"Human Emperor has good luck, but to govern the country, order and civil and military officials are also needed, and they will also be restricted to a certain extent. This is [Trapped Dragon Chapter].
But in the end, Qi WuHuo didn't finish the game, so he ended the game.
Fortune teller was watching with great interest, seeming to see the young man's determination and judgment, as well as his judgment and preview of what would happen in the next fifty years or so, but Qi WuHuo took away the chess pieces, so it was a pity and asked, "This game of chess can be played, why not move it?"
Young Daoist said concisely and comprehensively:
"Can't kill the dragon."
The five words are gentle and calm, but they have a murderous aura.
So fortune teller raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyebrows twitching at the murderous aura.
Then he touched his palms and sighed:
"Good boy, if Killing Sword Dao discovers your words, you will probably be tied up directly. Ah, no, there is no Killing Sword Dao anymore. That lineage comes from an innate thing. Its origin is a long bloody river. It has been chopped open by an existence when he tried the sword. Hey, he broke the sword with his sword. He is very domineering."
"So, what are you going to do next?"
I don't want to cause chaos.
I don't want to let that Human Emperor live.
These two are mutually exclusive.
Even fortune teller was curious about what choice the young man in front of him would make.
Qi WuHuo In the end, after thinking for a long time, he directly picked up the chess pieces and replaced the most important black chess piece with a white chess piece.
Fortune teller's eyebrows jumped. It was a very simple action, but when young Daoist was done in front of him, there seemed to be an indescribable calmness and majesty. Fortune teller Brown Under the sunlight, his pupils suddenly glowed with a faint golden color. He saw young Daoist sitting there, but he also seemed to see a old man who was almost as unparalleled as the Human World.
It's Supreme Xuanwei.
It's Master WuHuo.
Ask - 'What are you going to do?'
Answer--
The ruler is without the Dao.
Easy.
As for after the change, the destiny of the human world was maintained stable, and it still turned into the Great Wall to protect the common people.
So one can imagine what the fate of the emperor who was [Yi] was.
I will achieve peace in the world and kill thieves and enemies.
Fortune teller's eyebrows are beating wildly, this is not the Yellow Millet Dream in the boy's dream, this is the Human World the gathering of billions of fortunes, this is the king of the Human World, this is for Human Emperor If you want to interfere with the fate of hundreds of millions of people, you will end up in a tragic end. Even with a character like his, he couldn't bear the young man to be ruined Root Bone, so he couldn't help but persuade him:
"You are a monk, and you have to join the world. There are [Eight Difficulties] in Daoism, and [Eight Sufferings] in Buddhism. These are things that disturb the ordinary mind. All practitioners are afraid of avoiding them."
"I'm afraid I will fall into these Eight Sufferings eight difficulties and not be able to escape."
"Bodhisattvas are afraid of cause and effect, but you are a good boy, but you want to be contaminated by these things?"
His voice paused. Fortune tellers are far away from the mortal world, but this time he was contaminated with too many things, which almost made his scalp numb. He couldn't help but persuade him, "Little Cow Nose, listen to others' advice and say that you have enough to eat. Just listen to me. Although you are a bit stubborn, you still have a Daoist heart and understanding, so you should achieve great achievements."
"If he succeeds in cultivating Daoism in his youth and ascends to the world, there is no way to know if he calls him True Lord."
"Why, are you going to abandon the Tao and become contaminated with this world, and end up in disaster?!"
Young Daoist said, "Some time ago, I once told a friend who practices Buddhism that people should be allowed to experience various forms before they can finally reach formlessness, instead of allowing them to directly enter a formless environment to practice. I think that when cultivating Buddhism and Daoism, you are all cultivating yourself, and the principles should be the same."
"Can I only persuade others, but I can't stick to my own point of view and just say it but don't do it?"
The young man's eyes were calm. "How can I prove that the path I am taking is the right one if I don't see the eight difficulties?"
"If I really practice the Tao, then the Eight Difficulties will not be able to trouble me."
"If I fall into eight difficulties, it is because my own seeking the Dao heart is not strong."
Fortune teller opened his mouth, but couldn't help but curse loudly, and then scolded:
"I... you took the initiative to contaminate Ba Di. You are confused!"
Qi WuHuo replied, "Not confused."
The young man stood up and made his own decision. His mood became clear again. He was wearing a Daoist robe and carrying a sword box on his back. He looked peaceful and stood in the world of mortals. Suddenly he seemed to finally have some understanding and said this, "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotion, the worst is not as good as love, but the love is in my generation."
"How come the so-called love only refers to the so-called love between children?"
"I seem to understand what Senior Sister is saying."
"But it seems different."
He thought quietly in his heart, "Teacher, if [love] is one of the eight difficulties of Daoism, then the disciple's eight difficulties have indeed come."
"Disciples can avoid it."
"However, disciples will not avoid it."
When fortune teller saw young Daoist's eyes were calm, it seemed natural that his vitality and essence gathered together and turned into a distant and long qi machine, which was for Mother of Elixir is for the root, for Primordial Prenatal Qi, and is not attached to it, and does not choose to follow the promising method of Mountain God's power left by his friend Mountain God Tiger.
See the way of spiritual treasures, observe the Medicine Master Buddha method, save all living beings from the world of mortals, and carry cause and effect.
In the end, he drew the sword of entering the world through his transcendental body. He did not avoid the eight difficulties and did it naturally.
It seems to be the case.
Never separated.
"Huh? Primordial Prenatal Qi? Why is there no movement at all..."
"This fusion seems to be like this, seamless?"
Fortune teller seemed to notice something, and his pupils contracted violently.
Slowly raise your eyes.
There is only one sentence left in my heart.
Those who do it without limit are supreme.
He stared intently at the young Daoist, feeling countless waves in his heart.
"The second one after the Open Sky Era."
"Really."
"Taiqing True Disciple..."
He murmured, watching young Daoist carrying the sword box and walking into the world of mortals, gradually drifting away, his heart surged, he couldn't help blurting out, and asked:
"The majestic trends in the world are all tied to Human Emperor!"
"As a Daoist, what can you do?!"
Young Daoist paused slightly.
He spoke in a loud voice for the first time since he was a child.
"Then Teacher of the Emperor."