Chapter 181 The Road Home
The old monk looked at the pain, but could not see his face clearly. The new sun shone on his body, and through his body, scattered the waves.
He is not even a remnant soul, just a thought, existing in this string of beads.
Even the top of the prayer beads is full of cracks.
When he was pouring lightning just now, Zuo Chen paid special attention to the string of Buddhist beads.
Ninety-nine percent of the power was used on it.
Finally they were forced out.
Zuo Chen did not get rid of this idea immediately. All the remaining Taoism of the other party was probably exhausted by activating the sea of suffering just now. Now there is only a message machine for the loser.
"Fellow Taoist, you are really merciless." The old monk lowered his head and glanced at his Buddhist beads: "With such power, I am afraid that even the top-grade immortals will be beaten to ashes."
“Isn’t this enough to break you up?”
Hearing Zuo Chen's words, the old monk laughed loudly:
"I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are still as cheerful as before."
"Have you seen me?" Zuo Chen frowned slightly. wrinkled.
"Of course I have seen it before. The magical power that reaches the sky, the infinite magic of Liuliu. It would be better to say that the appearance of fellow Taoist now is very different from before...
"It seems that the fight was originally It has indeed damaged a lot of Taoist friends’ conduct, and even destroyed their divine will. The little boy serving beside him also disappeared. ”
The old monk smiled, but there was no hint of ridicule in his words. It really seemed like an old friend was remembering the past.
When Zuo Chen heard what the old monk said, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Collect memories, travel through time, practice on the mountain, go down the mountain, nothing else.
Boy? The past?
It’s true that I don’t even have the slightest memory.
"It's a pity that fellow Taoist can't remember his past."
Zuo Chen raised his eyebrows: "Then you tell me about it?"
"No."
"Oh? Why?"
"Even if I lose my memory and damage my Taoist practice, my Taoist friends are all so capable. If I really let my Taoist friends regain their thoughts, then my chess game will probably be useless. Can’t stand it anymore.”
Zuo Chen rolled his eyes and swung a thunderbolt directly.
Half of the old monk's body was broken up.
Zuo Chen's strength was just within the range of being able to hurt this thought but not break it.
“Why did fellow Taoist suddenly hit me?” The old monk was slightly puzzled.
"The Riddler, you have to hit every one you see."
"Ah?"
The old monk obviously didn't understand what Zuo Chen meant.
He tried to put together his broken thoughts, but the magic power was really not enough, so he gave up. He sighed twice and said: "Fellow Taoist still likes to beat people as before."
"Then I think you deserve to be beaten."
"..." The old monk held it back for a while and then changed the subject: "It's a pity that my Taoist fellow is not on the same path as me. If we can go together, I don’t know how happy it is to chat about everything and talk about Taoism.”
Zuo Chen looked back and looked at the Qingqiu Mountains, and his eyes seemed to be moving further and further, looking at the northern fortress, at Shangbaodongshui, at the dense forest, and at Xuzhou.
Looked at the old monk again.
Behind the old monk is a calm sea of suffering, with ripples and golden light reflecting in the sun.
I can’t see the end of the road, and I don’t know how long we have to go.
“There are many people accompanying me along the way. There are people on the road behind me, and you are not missing.”
"Really? I feel like it's not bad to walk alone."
The old monk's figure became trance-like.
"I just received two hard blows from my fellow Taoist, so this idea is almost gone."
Finally, he raised his head and glanced at Zuo Chen, and the old monk said:
" Fellow Taoist, the result has been determined, and it is useless for you to search for the cause. This world is destined to be destroyed, and it is destined to be destined. No matter what you are doing now, it is useless. "
"Then I want to ask, who decided this fate." But Zuo Chen said: "If it is destiny, I can just change this day. If it is destiny, what's the harm in practicing to get rid of it?"
< br>“What if the future is already destined?”
“What is the future? It is the future before it has arrived. Since it has not arrived yet, how can we say it is destined?”
“It seems that I am not the future. After all, Taoist friends are not on the same road." The old monk shook his head: "Fellow Taoist, if you walk on this road, I will definitely see you again in the future. I did lose this time, but I will win back next time." br>
“Obsessing about winning and losing cannot be called the path to salvation that you claim to have.”
The old monk paused.
He seemed to have been thinking for a long time:
"If I don't discuss victory or defeat with you, how can I say that I am doing the right thing?"
The last words floated here. As the sea of suffering rises, the figure of the old monk disappears into thin air.
Zuo Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it in vain.
The old monk immediately felt a suction coming from Zuo Chen's palm
When he came to his senses again, he realized that he was already in Zuo Chen's hand.
"Fellow Taoist, I am just a thought." The old monk said.
"Thoughts also have their own effects." Zuo Chen had already pinched the Tao Jue and began to refine the thought.
The old monk also felt what Zuo Chen was going to do. He tried to struggle a little, but couldn't move at all, and finally sighed:
"You are still the same as before, not willing to stay with me at all."
"It seems that I was quite neat in doing things before."
In Zuo Chen's palm, the old monk The smoke disappeared, not even a cent was left.
Zuo Chen realized something in his heart and sensed the location of the old monk's body.
The brows furrowed.
Unspeakable.
It seems to be in heaven, but it is not the current sky.
One line becomes three, one is in the long past and the other is in the distant future.
I’m afraid it’s not easy to catch.
“It is said that he blames the gods and Buddhas in heaven for harming the world, but in the end he also lives in heaven.”
Turn around and look back.
Compared to this torrential sea of suffering, Zuo Chen still felt that the bustling mortal world was better.
......
When Zuo Chen landed next to Hu Wen, Hu Wen was sitting blankly on a big rock in Qingqiu.
He stared at the mountain peak, his eyes slightly absent-minded. Zuo Chen was not in a hurry. He found a clean stone next to him and sat on it.
He stayed with Hu Wen like this for a long time, listening to the sound of the wind and watching the grass and trees dancing around him. He sat all the way from the setting sun that had just risen to the point where the sun was in the sky, and the white clouds in the sky illuminated the nearby green mountains and green waters. .
Hu Wen finally came back to his senses.
"Taoist Master."
"What's wrong?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Tell me."
"I want to erect a monument here... to commemorate."
"Okay."
Zuo Chen took Hu Wen into the mountain, searched for a while on Qingqiu Mountain, and found a good stone.
The stone carrying method lifts the stone down and places it at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain.
Zuo Chen gently tapped the stone with his hand, and the outermost layer of stone clothes trembled slightly, and all fell off, falling to the ground.
A huge stone tablet appeared at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain.
“What do you want to write on it?”
“I’m not sure.”
"Then let me do it."
Zuo Chen used his finger to carve the three characters "Qingqiu Zhi" on it.
When he wrote the last word, his fingertips paused.
If you write "tomb", it is not worthy of the grandeur of Qingqiu Xian.
If you write "mountain", it seems unnecessary.
After much thought, Zuo Chen finally carved the word "legacy" on it.
"The legacy of Qingqiu is the mountain peak that was laid down when leaving the world to protect one side."
After carving the stone tablet, Hu Wenchang knelt in front and kowtowed three times to the entire mountain peak respectfully. Size.
Zuo Chen also saluted in the direction of Qingqiu Mountain.
"Taoist Master."
"Huh?"
"It's already dawn, it's time to go back."
"Your kid is actually still lying on the bed, sleeping soundly."
" It seems that I had a very long dream tonight."
Zuo Chen came to Hu Wen, stretched out his finger, and lightly tapped his forehead.
A glimmer of light appeared in Hu Wen's eyes, and his body turned into a wisp of smoke, flying to the south along with the wind.
Zuo Chen put his hand on Qingfeng's tail and let Qingfeng carry him away.
Crossing the broad plain, the remnants of the immortals below also flashed in uniform, as if to welcome Zuo Chen back.
Zuo Chen looked at the vast plain below and felt that his mind was also broadening, just like today's weather.
With spiritual energy circulating throughout his body, Dao Yun raised his head half a step higher. Looking inside, he found that the second picture in the scroll above Xiaoying in his dantian had gradually emerged.
The painting depicts a large mountain with little foxes on all sides and layers of fairy treasures.
They are all for protection.
It means that the heart of the Tao is in harmony, the Tao secrets are squeezed out with the hands, and the petals are scattered downwards from the sky.
The flowers fell and floated on the remains of the immortals.
The remnants that originally lacked some Taoist charm have gained Qi breath and become revitalized.
Even what has dried up is reborn with radiant brilliance.
......
When the wind reached the fortress, Zuo Chen also fell from the mid-air.
It landed directly in Prince You’s mansion.
Listening carefully, Hu Wen's room was very lively and seemed to be full of people.
When he got closer to the door, he found Li Ji and his two sons surrounding Hu Wen.
One of Li Ji's two children was wearing armor, and he had obviously just returned from Dongliantai.
The two of them hugged Hu Wen, but the older boy's eyes were red, and he kept licking his tears and crying.
What else will there look like after the general guarding the border?
But it was so true, like a family member being reunited, crying with joy.
Even Li Ji's eyes were slightly red, and he secretly wiped the tears from his eyes when the children were not paying attention.
I happened to see Zuo Chen secretly smiling on the side, and his old face suddenly turned red.
Looking around, he found that several children were not looking at him, so he trotted over to Zuo Chen.
Just want to bow down.
Zuo Chen helped him.
"They are crying inside. You can kneel down for me now, and you are not afraid of being seen by others inside."
"What's the matter." Li Ji held Zuo Chen's hand tightly, " If it weren't for sir, I might never come back."
Zuo Chen could feel the power in Li Ji's hand.
He couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
The Qingqiu literary family lost their home and became barbaric.
But Hu Wen still has a family.
It should have been a happy thing, but for some reason, Zuo Chen had some unspeakable emotions in his heart.
He didn’t know what was going on.
The Hu Wen brothers not far away finally finished crying, and they all found Zuo Chen and his father staring at them.
Hu Wen got out of bed and walked to Li Ji, his voice trembling slightly: "Uncle."
"... Just come back." Li Jiben wanted to smile again, but after the words came out of his mouth, even his voice began to tremble.
He held on again, showing an ugly smile, with red circles under his eyes.
Paused for a few seconds, he laughed and cursed again:
"How unbecoming it is to cry and cry on such a great day! It should be a great day, it's time to celebrate, celebrate the success of the soldiers in guarding the pass, celebrate this The brat came back alive, and it was thanks to Dao Chang that he put an end to the disaster in the north."
Raising his arms and shouting:
"Here comes someone! There's a banquet! I won't come back until I'm drunk today!"
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