Chapter 103 Water Filling the Wordless Monument
The Wuzi Monument has a sudden enlightenment on martial arts. It is really lackluster. To say that it is profound requires a strong understanding and understanding of Taixu's outline techniques to overcome and enlightenment. Martial arts.
To put it simply, it was just a group of people staring at a broken stone tablet in a daze.
Xin Zhuo tried to shield his grandfather's face to test his understanding. His understanding was about zero, and he couldn't see anything, so he became drowsy.
Not only him, he found that many people were in the same state, especially people he knew, such as Jiang Hezhu, Shangguan Fan Qing, etc. On the surface, they held their chins, closed their eyes, and seemed to be meditating. When you get closer, you can clearly hear them. snoring.
Among the students behind them, except for the three talented students who stared and refused to give up, the rest fell into confusion and fell asleep.
However, there are also very persistent people, such as Hui Ruqing, Zhao Li and a group of people, who stared at each other, and their true energy left their bodies and fell into some strange state.
There is also a group of casual cultivators who seem to have some kind of shameful past that they cannot bear to look back on. They are gritting their teeth in order to avenge their shame or get ahead.
One day flies by in a blink of an eye.
When night fell, someone stood up to leave, but found that no one was moving, so he had to sit back.
Then, whether it is the belief that I can realize it, the strange mentality of "I will be gone if someone else realizes it, I will suffer a lot", or the "what if I leave and the good thing is taken away by others", in short, everyone is trapped. The state of holding one's arms.
At the end of that night, the heavy snow had just melted and it started to rain again.
Moderate rain.
Qiugong Pavilion has prepared umbrellas, which are enough to cover everyone, and there is also a thick stone futon under the body to prevent water from soaking the clothes.
Everything was completely silent, and only the dripping raindrops and one or two hundred people in the rain were left in the sky and the earth in a daze.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but focus on her grandfather's face.
He had a strong impulse to get closer to the wordless monument to see what was going on.
It’s a pity that there are so many people and it’s really inconvenient.
"Master."
At this time, He Lian Sheng suddenly patted him lightly from behind and said in a low voice: "The rain is wrong."
Is it raining?
It was hard to see the rain clearly at night, so Xin Zhuo had no choice but to use dozens of lanterns under the wordless monument in the distance to look at the thin "rain lines."
It was indeed wrong!
The rain is light blue and exudes a strange light.
"Blue rain..."
"Yes." He Liansheng's face was heavy, "One green rain will bring disaster to the master, and the master will collapse. This is a prophecy prophesied by the great wizard around my father, and only my father and I know it."
"You mean..."
"People The Lord will die soon, and the world will be in chaos." He Liansheng sighed, "Master, just know it and don't say anything."
Xin Zhuo is completely aware of this. I don’t have any feelings. The master is too far away and not as important as my grandfather’s face.
On the second day, Qingyu continued, finally attracting the attention of the crowd.
However, after discussing it for a long time, I felt that besides being strange, it seemed to be nothing special. I had an epiphany about the reality of martial arts.
In the afternoon, a person suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "Ah, I understand!"
The crowd looked at each other in an instant.
The man was a steward from a small sect. He was less than thirty years old and had a look of understanding on his face.
Everyone was shocked. The faces of Li Fuzi, Qin Yuliu and others changed drastically. They stood up one after another and asked sternly: "What have you realized?"
The man faced everyone's gaze, his chest heaved up and down, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If my gold The rigid body protection skill imitates the state of a stone slab, shrinking the Jin, Gong, Mie, Qi, and Tong acupoints, making it invulnerable to swords and water and fire.”
Sure enough, it is enlightenment, but it is enlightenment to the stone slab, not the stone slab. The martial arts on the stone slab, but no one can say that he is wrong.
After all, his enlightenment is fresh, refined and unique.
The scene fell into silence and embarrassment for a time.
After a long time, Master Li said in a deep voice: "Master Chen, you have learned very well. Please sit down!"
"Okay!"
The man clasped his fists around, looking proud of himself for coming out on top. Sitting cross-legged with expressions, "Encourage each other! Encourage each other!"
The epiphany continues. In the evening, a few more people seemed to have been enlightened by this "Master Chen" and learned about Tietou Kung Fu, Yu Dao and Shi Yu Jian.
...
On the third day, the green rain continued, and so did the enlightenment.
Many people can no longer bear it. This feeling of being hit by the wind and rain and being hungry is really too bad. If there weren’t too many people, some rude people might have yelled: " "Watch you, mother!"
Finally, it was the fourth watch in the evening, and we arrived at the three-day appointment at Qiugong Pavilion.
Li Fuzi stood up, cupped his fists and saluted: "Everyone, the three-day deadline has come. According to the rules, you should go back to bed and rest. Of course, the wordless monument will be put to tomorrow morning. If anyone is willing to insist, there are still some Time.”
Everyone was silent at first, and then Jiang Hezhu and others, who were extremely tired, took the lead to leave.
Subsequently a chain reaction was caused, and guests and students left one after another.
Even Master Pujing of Shuiyue Temple also left with her nuns. Hui Ruqing walked the slowest, glanced at Xin Zhuo, her eyes were strange and she lowered her head and gradually walked away.
"Master, shall we go?"
Bai Xuanji and others behind him asked in a low voice, their voices exhausted.
"Let's go!"
Xin Zhuo took a deep look at the wordless monument that looked like his grandfather's tombstone, then turned and left.
......
In Yikui Shefuzi's room, the light of the beeswax oil lamp illuminated Xin Zhuo's face, which flickered between bright and dark.
He had already put on a dry robe and stared at the oil lamp in silence.
"You must remember that you are just a bug and a bastard. You are smaller and humbler than shit. You have nothing to be proud of. From now on, you must be humble to everyone. You must kowtow when you meet noble people. This world is too cold, everyone They all pretend, even if it’s a beggar picking up garbage, you can’t completely know what he’s thinking...”
“Little boy, my grandfather is gone. The only person my grandfather can’t forgive in his life is you, leave. Here, have a good life...alive."
The old man with scars on his face, as majestic as a bear, grabbed his hand before he died, and what he said... was quite irritating.
Before he died, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and fell on Xin Zhuo's hand. It was hot and seemed to have a hint of coldness that was not worth it in the world.
This is a picture of a grandfather saying goodbye to his grandson before his death.
Somewhat strange and inexplicable.
Xin Zhuo's feeling at the time was...Old man, you are somewhat abnormal. Is this the result of many losses?
But at this moment, I felt an indescribable strange feeling.
He felt that his grandfather Xin Aotian was a man of true temperament and understood the true meaning of the world.
But the more this happened, the more curious he became about the appearance of his grandfather's face on the wordless monument.
...
It was the darkness before dawn, and the students and guests who had had an epiphany for three days had already fallen asleep.
In the east courtyard.
The green rain was dripping, and there was no one around.
No one usually lives here, so it is used for "enlightenment".
At this time, the wordless tablet was covered by a layer of glazed pavilion, without any water splashing in. It was cold and dead, just like when it first appeared.
As for whether anyone has an epiphany in these three days, it depends on the observations of the masters.
At this moment, a black shadow appeared like a ghost, standing in the rain, looking at the stone tablet in a daze.
Xin Zhuo.
He couldn't hold it back after all. How could he hold it back?
He carefully looked around and waited for half a stick of incense to make sure that no one was there. Then he thought for a moment and looked at the well beside him.
I walked to the well, shook up half a bucket of water, carried it up the seven stone steps, and arrived in front of the wordless monument.
The surface of the wordless monument was covered with a thick layer of dust. My grandfather’s face became clearer when I looked at it deliberately.
His breathing was rough, his eyes flickered, his hand inserted into the bucket, and in disguise, he quietly added half of the water from Wangyue Well, just enough to fill the bucket.
Then he lifted the bucket and poured it down little by little along the top of the stone monument.
(End of this chapter)