Chapter 321 Apocalypse
"Then kill him first."
Yu Sheng's voice was as light as water, and his eyes were not changed, which made people feel peaceful.
Gu Zhuo said, "Yes."
Having said that, he couldn't help but sigh, thinking that this matter was too troublesome.
How could a person like the ancestor of the Heavenly Dao Sect be comparable to that beautiful Taoist nun?
What happened a hundred years ago is enough to prove that this ancestor is still strong - no matter what situation he is in now.
"I have a feeling..."
Gu Zhuo looked at the north sky and suddenly said, "The ancestor and I have seen each other."
Yu Sheng frowned.
"It's not a feeling."
Gu Zhuo shook his head and said seriously: "It's the truth."
Yu Sheng looked at him and didn't say anything, knowing that this sentence refers to this life.
In this less than ten years, these two legendary figures who occupy an important position in the Tiandao Sect and even the entire history of practice have actually met.
Gu Zhuo looked at the stars in the sky, letting the light like Mercury sink into his eyes, washing away his fatigue and silent.
I don’t know how long it took, but he slowly closed his eyes and said softly, “But I can’t think of when I met the ancestor.”
Yu Sheng did not hug him anymore, giving meaningless warmth.
She returned to the hall and took a haircut out for a while, and sorted out the black hair that was scattered on the way to deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors for Gu Zhuo.
The night wind blew gently, and a few strands of hair mischievously brushed across her cheeks, bringing a trace of itch.
"The problem is that messy hair, and whether it is tied up or just cut and shaved, it is the solution to the problem."
Yu Sheng said calmly: "The problems encountered by your ancestor have surfaced. He has not yet ascended to the immortal world and still wants to ascend to the immortal world."
She looked at her craft quietly, nodded with satisfaction, and said softly: "Use this as an assumption and think about things in the simplest direction. Whether your ancestors have let you suffer heavenly punishment or reunite with you who are resurrected from the dead a hundred years later, they are nothing more than detachment. Use these two words as the core to circulate them, confirm all the possibilities of existence, and what is left is the truth."
Gu Zhuo agreed with this view.
"Let's wait tomorrow."
Yu Sheng said, "I will go to the Tiandao Sect's library with you and read all the relevant Taoist treasures. There may be clues in it."
A very simple truth is that after the Taoist sect was defeated in Xuandu a hundred years ago, the Tiandao Sect fell into a state of sealing the mountain and was isolated from the world.
The identity of the young Taoist has been confirmed to be Xuanshu, and it has become nonsense to accept disciples. In other words, Chu Jun and Lin Qianshui are likely to be the first group of people who have officially entered Xuandu in the past century - the master of the Guanzhong is not counted.
During this century of loneliness, Xuanshu must have had countless thoughts in loneliness, and those sages and ancestors must have had many extravagant thoughts in regret and regret. These extravagant wishes and thoughts will more or less be related to the affairs of heaven and transcendence, and there is the possibility of being left in the book.
Writing books and biography is one of the best ways to keep your name in history. Even though they who died at Gu Zhuo had already left their names in the world, who would think it was too much?
"We will each look at each other at that time."
Yu Sheng looked at Gu Zhuo and said, "I will discuss with each other in the end."
Gu Zhuo said hello.
Then he felt that it was not enough, but he couldn't think of the right words - if the couple insisted on thanking each other, they would be too unfamiliar.
"I'll make breakfast tomorrow," he said.
"Do you know how to cook?"
Yu Sheng's voice was a little hesitant, no longer as straightforward as before.
It was obvious that this was a more important thing for her, albeit a bit ridiculous.
Gu Zhuo was speechless and said, "If I don't know, then why can Pei Jinge become delicious when cooking? Of course, it's because I know, and I'm also good at providing guidance in this regard."
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Pei Jinge, who is far away in Cihang Temple, did not deny it.
After autumn, she personally led the Heavenly Inspection Office to this Zen ancestral temple in accordance with the White Emperor's will, and had several meetings and long talks with the monks in the temple.
During the conversation, the two sides were trying to reach a consensus on the belonging of the fragments of the destiny mirror. Unfortunately, the progress in the short term was not very obvious. Now it is at the most basic stage of consultation and there is no sign of success.
At the end of the Weiyang Palace Incident, Daoxue and Emperor Bai reached a consensus that Zen Buddhism could exist in the world. Under this premise, it was really inconvenient for the officials of the Qin Dynasty to put real pressure on the negotiating table and threaten life and death, and the monks seemed to be ready for the hard times.
If Pei Jinge had not personally arrived and had given Cihang Temple heavy pressure to face the heavy pressure of eternity, I think the monks today would have to be much more calm.
The tense atmosphere enveloped the entire temple, covering the starlight with the fog, making it difficult for the Shi Venerable who picked flowers in the mountains to smile, let alone the moment of blooming.
In fact, Pei Jinge does not participate in related matters.
After entering Cihang Temple, she went to the meditation room where Gu Zhuo lived and ordered someone to bring Buddhist scriptures for reading.
This time has lasted for a long time until today.
Two people came to visit, but Pei Jinge would not agree, but later changed his mind because of his name.
One of them was Xie Yinglian, and the other one was Chu Jun.
"She wants to see her master."
Xie Yinglian bowed to Pei Jinge and said, "And I can't think of a reason not to help this."
The singer Pei Jin held the Buddhist scriptures and looked at him without moving a little, and asked casually: "Who am I?"
Chu Jun turned his head and looked at Xie Yinglian, not knowing what to say.
After leaving Qingjing Temple, she decided to see Gu Zhuo. Of course, it was not all Wang Jingshuo's letter, but because she had too many questions in her heart that needed to be solved.
It is also ironic. As the only living disciple of the Taoist Lord, she is actually not essentially different from others - unless Gu Zhuo appears on his own initiative, there is no contact information at all.
This was probably beyond General Wang's expectations.
Later one day, Chu Jun met Xie Yinglian by chance.
The two met but were not happy, and they inevitably fought one game, and the ending was evenly matched.
The winner is difficult to tell, and they are all rational and persistent temperaments. They naturally talked about something and learned about each other's thoughts.
Yes, it was Xie Yinglian's idea to come to Cihang Temple to meet Pei Jinge.
Faced with the current problem, of course, she will also solve it.
"You are Gu Zhuo's best friend."
Xie Yinglian said seriously: "I think this is a fact that is well-known to the world."
Pei Jinge said without raising his head, "Do you want me to be a thief?"
Xie Yinglian looked sincere and said, "You misunderstood."
Pei Jinge put down the scriptures in his hand, looked at the two girls who were still called youth, and said, "If I remember correctly, you are not Lin Wanyi."
Chu Jun was slightly stunned when he heard this, thinking that this was a bit strange.
"Since it's not..."
Pei Jinge said indifferently, "Why do you want to say these words to me and try to ask me to help you?"
Xie Yinglian seemed not surprised by this sentence and gave a strong answer.
"We can solve the current troubles for you, which is enough to continue to become a loyal minister of the Qin court, and you only need to tell me and Chu Jun where the Taoist Lord is now."
The Zen room is quiet.
Pei Jinge looked at Chu Jun with a surprised face, smiled and said, "Okay."
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"Is this your solution?"
"Didn't your master's good friend agree?"
"The White Emperor is his biggest enemy." "I think you can have more confidence in him. You can't do anything to your master before the Mirror of Fate Mirror becomes a fragment. What does it matter if it falls into the hands of the White Emperor?"
"Do you believe this sentence yourself?"
"To be honest, of course I don't believe it, so my real reason to convince you is another."
"This is your last chance."
"The Taoist lord doesn't like monks. That year he had many unhappy things with the bald donkeys in Cihang Temple. As his only personal disciple now, he has come. What's wrong with you and the monks?"
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Chu Jun was speechless.
Xie Yinglian smiled sweetly.
Chu Jun was silent for a moment and said, "You are really sick."
Xie Yinglian naturally would not get angry, but only felt that the master and apprentice were exactly the same, which was quite interesting.
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"By the way."
She suddenly thought of something and said, "Have you been to Xuandu?"
Chu Jun nodded and said, "What's wrong?"
Xie Yinglian raised his eyebrows and said, "I have heard of the rain under the eaves of Qingjing Temple. I watched the sunshine from the Xuandu Palace. Which disciple are you now?"
The ownership of the sect has always been one of the things that practitioners care about the most.
People like Chu Jun who worshipped the second masters with one disciple is unprecedented.
Not to mention that her master is still the most amazing existence in this world.
Of course, this question is difficult to answer, and it is full of Xie Yinglian's malice.
Chu Jun did not remain silent or hesitated, and replied calmly: "I am a Taoist sect."
Xie Yinglian applauded sincerely and said, "Now you have more reasons to be unable to get along with Cihang Temple."
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Xuandu is isolated from the world, and time is naturally peaceful and peaceful.
After that night, Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng walked into the library and began to read the classics.
Lin Qianshui was no longer surprised, but she had always known how to be a human being, so she naturally would not ask the two of them what they were doing.
For several days, she took a whim to walk outside the Ancestor's Hall on a whim, and then she was shocked in the morning light that the young Taoist died.
Countless thoughts poured into her mind, bringing indescribable shock and shock.
This time, Lin Qianshui finally couldn't calm down. He asked Gu Zhuo for this matter and got an answer that kept her silent for dozens of hours.
——Just just deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, don’t think too much.
In short, in this uninterrupted time, the plan set by Yu Sheng was gradually implemented.
There are indeed many classics in the library, which Gu Zhuo had never seen before.
Perhaps because the ancestors of the Tiandao Sect were overly cautious because of the defeat of Xuandu, there were not many words left in those classics about the realm of ascension to the Immortality, and it can be said that they were very few, almost all scattered in the corners.
That's why these words are more valuable.
——If it weren’t for the extreme emotional intensity, Chao Siye thought about the degree to which he had dreamed but did not dare to talk easily, why should he leave a record in the secret corner in this way?
This kind of psychology is easy to understand, the only problem is that these problems are not ordinary troublesome.
If Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng were not the most amazing practitioners, they might have to spend several years or even more than ten years on this, just like an ordinary practitioner who created a martial art from scratch.
Time passes by so quietly.
The autumn of the forty-one year of the Saint Saint became a thing of the past and winter was here.
This is a warm winter that has been missing for decades.
The north is still snowing, but it is no longer as cold as this. The south is ushering in the sunshine that lasts for more than twenty days. The warmth hidden in the wind makes people think that spring is coming early... Countless eyes of worship and awe gather in the capital of Shendu. People recall the words that the White Emperor once said, and are deeply happy about it.
People believe that Emperor White has succeeded, and the world will surely be as beautiful as spring in the future.
At this moment, the Qin court finally issued a new year name.
——Apocalypse.
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The countries are already preparing for tribute.
All the sects bowed their heads and praised them.
Taoist silenced.
The sword-wounding pool was still pride and was unwilling to submit to Chaotian Jianque. The sect was in chaos because of this. It is said that the flying swords were killed in the snow and were as cruel as a painting.
Zen Buddhism can no longer continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
There are more and more discussions in Cihang Temple about exploring the whereabouts of the fragments of the destruction mirror. The monks' attitudes are constantly shaken, but because of their inheritance or face, they always insist on rejection.
So Chu Jun and Xie Yinglian stood up deep in the night.
The solution that the latter came up with is very simple, and there is no problem to describe it as rough.
To be precise, that's a word.
--steal.
This is how Xie Yinglian explained to Pei Jinge, which was a passage that made Chu Jun stunned.
"Cihang Temple does not agree to hand over the fragments of the Mirror of the Fate Mirror. It is simply that there is a suitable reason. So who in this world is more suitable to take the blame than Chu Jun?"
"Doesn't monks behave best at pretending to be deaf and dumb? Then let them continue to pretend, let Chu Jun and I steal things, and let the Taoist sect take the blame in the end."
"This is the best way."
"You have done your business. Your Majesty wants what you want. Chu Jun can also go to find your master. The bald donkeys are also hugged."
"Everyone is happy."
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There is no noise in Xuandu.
The snow fell again and again, the eaves of the palace were dyed white, and the world was lonely.
The books that have been published in the library in the past century have been read by Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng one day, but the two did not talk immediately, but immersed in the sea of consciousness to sort out what they have gained.
Therefore, in recent days, Lin Qianshui has assumed the responsibility of handling other people's business, such as cooking rice, making tea and lighting lamps.
One afternoon, the snow stopped and the sun rose.
Gu Zhuo woke up from meditation.
Thousands of pages of book are like waves, scattered on the ancient black wooden boards of the library, which is somewhat similar to the remaining snow outside the building.
He raised his head and looked at Yu Sheng who had already awakened, with his eyes very surprised.
"Are you faster than me?"
"Yeah."
Yu Sheng picked up the teacup and took a sip of the warm tea.
Then, she said for granted: "If you see something you can't understand, don't read it. If you think there is something wrong, you will think carefully about it. If this is slower than you, then wouldn't I be illiterate?"
(This chapter ends)