Tian Yuan

The path of a Buddhist is not to spread the Dharma, but to bring peace to the world.

Some people are born to be kings and nobles, while others are born to be lonely and helpless.

Regarding this situation, everyone says: This is fate.

There are always people who don't believe in fate, for example: Emperor Taiwei, who was born with a useless body; Emperor Changhong, who had extremely poor talent, lost all his life, but his heart of Tao was indestructible and never wavered, and finally he defeated the powerful enemy in the battle of proving Tao.

Of course, there are very few people who can truly change their own destiny.

After staying for a few days, Chen Qingyuan saw many people getting the cards to enter the city. He seemed to have seen the future, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

The mother and son were extremely lucky; they encountered no difficulties and could enter the city today.

"Thank you, brother."

After a few days of getting along and observing each other, the woman knew that Chen Qingyuan was not a bad person, so she walked over and thanked him again.

"You're welcome, let's go into the city!" Chen Qingyuan said with a smile.

The two exchanged a few polite words and then parted ways.

After watching the mother and son enter the city safely, Chen Qingyuan had no intention of staying in this town.

As night falls, under the faint moonlight, we embark on a new journey.

I have heard a lot of useful information these days and plan to go to the capital of Changjin State.

According to the information we have learned so far, there are immortals in the royal capital who can fly and hide underground. They must be practitioners without a doubt.

Rush to the royal capital, and only through the practice of cultivation can you know the place you are in.

The vision of ordinary people is too narrow after all, limited to a village, or a slightly larger town. The daily topics of conversation are either this man goes to a brothel or that widow finds a lover.

"It's a pity that there's no wine to accompany me, which makes it a bit boring."

Chen Qingyuan, wearing tattered clothes and with messy hair, determined the location of the royal capital and strode towards it.

Through the dense forest and across the path.

Occasionally, when I saw wild fruits, I would pick them and taste them.

As for whether the fruits in the mountains are poisonous, that is not something Chen Qingyuan should consider.

“It’s a bit bitter.”

He held an oval-shaped, pale yellow fruit in his hand, took a bite, and commented.

I didn’t throw it away. I kept chewing it.

Finding joy in suffering is also a kind of enjoyment.

Looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, Chen Qingyuan slowed down his pace and enjoyed it.

Climbing to the top of a mountain, looking far into the distance, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, not like the mortal world.

Occasionally, wisps of smoke rise up, adding a touch of human touch to the scenery of mountains and rivers.

Along the way, Chen Qingyuan met many people.

There are good ones and bad ones, old ones and young ones.

Kind people would feel pity for Chen Qingyuan when they saw that he was wearing tattered clothes, and would hand him some dry food.

Although it was just mixed grains and tasted terrible, Chen Qingyuan thanked him sincerely and ate it all.

What you taste is not food, but a life.

If you accept a favor, you should repay it.

A faint ray of spiritual energy came out from the fingertips and fell on the kind-hearted person. As long as this person does not do bad things, he will definitely have good fortune in the second half of his life.

This little bit of spiritual energy is nothing to Chen Qingyuan, so he just uses it.

If you meet a bad guy, you will try to "reason with him".

After traveling for several months, they encountered bandits several times. They even refused to let go of beggars like Chen Qingyuan, intending to capture him and take him back to the mountain village to work as a laborer.

The result, of course, needs no further explanation.

The bandits were gone, and the innocent people imprisoned in the mountain village regained their freedom. Under the guidance of Chen Qingyuan, they went to the nearby town and had a chance to survive.

There is no need to use any spiritual energy to deal with the bandits.

Holding a piece of fallen branch, Chen Qingyuan is a dashing swordsman in the world.

It would take another ten days to reach the royal capital.

There is a dangerous place here, called Luoxuan Valley, which is the only way to the royal capital. There are many bandits and dangers everywhere.

If they encounter soldiers or people with strong backgrounds, the bandits will definitely hide and dare not show their heads. If they encounter ordinary caravans and pedestrians, they will have to pay tolls.

Chen Qingyuan happened to walk to Luoxuan Valley and saw a group of people fighting.

"Bang bang bang..."

“Ding Dong Dong…”

Weapons collided and sparks flew.

At a glance, I roughly understood the situation.

A group of more than ten carriages of the Chamber of Commerce were intercepted.

According to the past situation, the caravans only needed to pay a certain amount of money to pass through safely. This way, everyone could live a stable life without pushing people to the edge.

If this road is blocked, the government will definitely clear it out at all costs.

Obviously, this group of bandits was different from the previous ones, and they were clearly coming for this Chamber of Commerce team.

"Go over after the fight."

Chen Qingyuan didn't want to get involved, so he stood at a distance, took out a wild fruit from his arms, and ate it while watching the show.

To Chen Qingyuan, watching a group of mortal warriors fighting was like watching children playing, which was rather boring.

Half an hour later, the winner was decided.

The bandits underestimated the strength of this group of people and fled in a panic.

Although this Chamber of Commerce team won, they suffered heavy losses and several experts died.

They cleaned up the battlefield, put away their own bodies carefully, sprinkled some special powder to prevent the stench, and prepared to take them back for burial.

As for the dead bandits, they were cremated on the spot.

Seeing that the fight was over, Chen Qingyuan walked over slowly with an indifferent look on his face.

"You're just a passerby, don't be nervous."

Many people heard the noise, and their hearts, which had just relaxed, tensed again. They immediately gripped their weapons and looked at Chen Qingyuan at the same time.

After taking a closer look, he confirmed that there was no internal force fluctuation in Chen Qingyuan, and that he looked like a beggar passing by. His vigilance suddenly dropped, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, Chen Qingyuan crossed the valley and headed straight to the royal capital along the official road.

The leader of this group of people was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a dark cloth, with a sturdy build and a heroic temperament.

His name is Sun Qingan. He has been watching Chen Qingyuan's back as he walks away. He frowned and whispered, "He should not be an ordinary person."

"Boss, why do you say that?"

A brother nearby heard it and asked in confusion.

"Can ordinary people turn a blind eye to so many dead bodies?"

Sun Qingan asked back.

"Yes!"

Indeed, the person who asked the question suddenly realized.

"That man is not blind. He clearly saw the fight, but he walked past calmly. He is either a fool or he has something to rely on."

It took some time to clean up the situation.

The caravan continued to set off, with a look of sadness on everyone's face. It was hard to accept that a brother who was originally traveling with them had suddenly died.

The Chamber of Commerce will investigate who did it. According to some people's speculation, if nothing unexpected happens, it must be the work of hostile forces.

"It's him again." Sun Qing'an was sitting in the carriage and saw Chen Qingyuan walking on the official road. He thought for a moment and ordered, "Stop."