Liu Wenju looked at the back of the person who was getting away, and said in a low voice, "Master, this boy has a weird destiny and knows the secrets of heaven. Do you really want to let him go?"
Yuqing True Person looked at the breeze in the mountains, his eyes Youyuan, and slowly shook his head. "Every destiny has its own way back, if the immortal road does not leave him alone, the world of mortals will tolerate him."
"This son's way is not in the mountains, but in the world. There is no need to force it, just wait for the time."
Yuqing True Person has clearly understood in his heart that Luo Chuan's destiny has never been Eternal Mountain Immortal Sect, and it is not the immortal immortality of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth.
It is another unknown avenue that can overturn the fate of the world.
On the way down the mountain, there are winding bluestones and lush trees.
Luo Chuan walked slowly forward alone, and the young man Li Gou who came with him was no longer around.
The spirit test just ended, and after learning that Luo Chuan had no spiritual roots, Li Gou was successfully admitted by the outer sect with its ordinary four spiritual roots.
Li Gou has already gone to Zongmen Courtyard to register for naturalization with great joy, looking forward to the road of cultivating immortality in the future.
The mountain road is quiet and quiet, and the evening breeze is cool.
Luo Chuan As I walked slowly down the mountain, the various images from the top of the mountain still remained in my mind, and the afterglow of that great dream that lasted forever remained.
The battle in the fairy dome, the battle between the avenues, the shattering of the void, and the duel between gods and demons in the dream are still vivid in my mind. They are so clear that I can reach out and touch them, but they all turn into nothingness.
He still couldn't remember any immortal cultivation techniques or any magical powers, and still believed that that long experience was just a dream that was too real and too bizarre.
But deep in my heart, the lingering vicissitudes of life, sadness and emptiness always linger.
Just when Luo Chuan was about to walk down Eternal Mountain Range and step into the mortal road, deep in Void Spirit's silent sea of consciousness, a vast ancient Daoist sound of unknown origin suddenly sounded.
This sound transcends the constraints of all words and resounds directly to the source of the soul, Void Spirit Youyuan, penetrating through the years and shaking the heart.
"What is cause and effect?"
"If you are looking for wood for a house, there are no trees in this mountain."
"I plant a single tree. I take the branches at the beginning of the day, the wood at the middle of the day, and the roots at sunset."
Just four sentences, twenty-four characters, each word is like a proverb of heaven, containing endless cause and effect and the supreme road.
In an instant, Luo Chuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, his whole body was shaken, and his soul roared.
The sounds of wind, birdsong, and insects all around me disappeared, leaving only the old Daoist sound of Dao Ancient in the world, echoing repeatedly in the sea of consciousness for a long time.
Luo Chuan stopped blankly, frowning slightly, savoring these incomprehensible words.
What is cause and effect?
There are no trees in the mountains, so I plant trees.
Take the branches in the morning, the wood in the afternoon, and the roots in the evening.
The road is silent, cause and effect circulate.
He does not understand the deep meaning of it, does not know where this sound comes from, who speaks it, and he does not understand the eternal layout and fateful reincarnation hidden in it.
But this sentence was like a brand, deeply penetrating into the depths of his soul, perfectly matching the vast afterglow of his big dream, and vaguely opening up some unknown path.
After a long time, the sound of the Tao disappeared and the sea of consciousness returned to calm.
Luo Chuan slowly came back to his senses, and the confusion in his eyes faded away, becoming clearer and more transparent than ever before.
It's just that deep down in my heart, I have a new direction.
If the path to immortality is cut off, then one must abandon immortality and follow the mortal world.
If there is no path to immortality, then enter the world and realize it.
If Hengyue Immortal Mountain does not leave him alone, then he will find his own way to reach the sky in this rolling world of mortals and Great Zhao.
Luo Chuan took a deep breath and no longer missed the fairy mountain behind him. He turned around and strode towards the mortal town below.
It was already dusk when I returned to the small courtyard I rented in the city.
The setting sun is setting in the west, and the sunset is filling the sky, dyeing the entire Zhao Kingdom land red.
Luo Chuan sat quietly in front of the window, meditating for a long time, and finally decided on his future life path.
Great Zhao Dynasty ruled the world with Confucianism and respected literature and education.
If ordinary people want to stand in court, help the world and bring peace to the people, achieve fame, and reach the pinnacle of the secular world, the only way is to take the imperial examination.
If he had no chance of becoming an immortal, he would study Confucianism and Daoism deeply, use his pen to prove his mind, join the world as an official, and help the country.
Perhaps this is another avenue chosen by heaven for him.
Since then, Luo Chuan has completely concentrated his mind, abandoned distracting thoughts, and studied hard behind closed doors.
He was originally a student from a poor family in the city. He had read poetry and books since he was a child. He was talented and had a photographic memory. However, in his early years, his family was poor and he moved around a lot, so he never concentrated on preparing for the exam.
After returning from the great dream, after Daoyin cleansed the soul, his soul became more condensed and transparent than ever before, his mind was far beyond that of ordinary people, and his understanding reached an incredible level.
Thousands of ancient Confucian classics and hundreds of classics.
Policy articles, historical records.
As long as he reads it once, he will know it by heart and understand it.
The moral principles of sages, the ideals of governing the world, and the avenues of family and country that were once obscure and difficult to understand were now clear and straightforward in his eyes, and every word contained the truth of governing the world and the right path in the world.
The sun rises and the moon sets, and the cold and heat change.
In the next few months, Luo Chuan stayed at home and studied hard day and night.
The hustle and bustle of the market outside the window, with people coming and going, could not disturb his Daoist mind.
Luo Chuan Sitting quietly in a shabby room, in the company of sages and sages, making friends with classics and history, he writes down strategies and completes them.
The state of mind becomes increasingly calm and clear, and the charm of Confucianism and Daoism quietly condenses around the body.
Others could only gain a glimpse of Confucianism and Daoism by studying hard for ten years. It took him only a few months to exhaust the essence of Great Zhao Confucian classics and integrate the thoughts of hundreds of schools of thought on governing the world.
The Great Zhao imperial examination is held every three years, coinciding with the start of this year's Capital City competition.
All states, prefectures and counties have posted imperial lists one after another, recruiting poor students from all over the world to come to Beijing to take the exam.
The news spread throughout the city, and countless students packed their bags and rushed to Capital City to seek fame.
Seeing that the time had come, Luo Chuan simply packed his luggage, carried a box of books on his back, said goodbye to the fireworks of the small town, and embarked on the road to the imperial examination Great Zhao Capital City.
Traveling all the way west, traversing mountains and rivers, observing the various conditions of the world, and observing the sufferings of the world.
Passing through rural villages, I saw people plowing and harvesting in spring and autumn, working diligently. Passing through prefectures and counties, I saw officials administering government affairs and the markets are prosperous.
Traveling thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, the Confucian and Daoist landscape in my heart has become broader and wider, and my original intention to govern the world has become firmer.
In that eternal dream, Luo Chuan was overlooking the stars and the sea, in charge of the universe, and was the supreme traveler above the celestial dome.
Now that he has entered the mortal world, he has experienced the fireworks of the world and gained insight into the various aspects of people's livelihood. He is a Confucian scholar seeking Tao in the secular world.
Two ways home, two states of mind, but equally open-minded and clear-minded.
Half a month later, Luo Chuan successfully arrived at the Great Zhao imperial capital.
Capital City It is magnificent and majestic, with a ten-mile long street bustling with traffic, numerous Zhulou paintings and buildings, princes and generals visiting each other, the literary style is flourishing, and students gather here.
Thousands of talented people from poor families in the world have gathered here, all hoping to be named on the gold medal list and leap over the dragon gate.
Township examinations, government examinations, joint examinations, assessments at all levels, and screening at all levels.
Countless talented people who came from humble beginnings wrote in a hurry, exhausted their literary ideas, and regretted failing the exams. Only Luo Chuan took every exam calmly and wrote smoothly.
Luo Chuan's policy articles are not empty talk with flashy rhetoric, every word is rooted in people's livelihood and the country, and every sentence hides the way to long-term peace and stability.
The structure is grand, the intentions are lofty, and the insights are unique, far beyond those of all students of his generation.