Repugnant Gateway

The bronze door opened a gap, only a gap, but because the door is too big. That gap, two people walk in side by side will not feel crowded. There was still a dazzling golden light inside the door, and the thorny Anzheng's eyes could not be opened.

Because the light was too strong, I couldn't see anything during the time when I just walked in. I just felt very warm around me, as if I was lying on the bench in the afternoon and basking in the sun. The same can't open your eyes, the same comfort.

It was a very strong sense of familiarity, and An Zheng seemed to return home.

People like Anzheng have long been accustomed to drifting around the world. Therefore, in An Zheng's view, home is not a fixed place. As long as relatives and friends are around, his home is everywhere. However, at the moment of entering the door, An Zheng suddenly had a thought in his mind ... Going home.

Finally, Jin Guang was no longer so eye-catching, and An slowly opened his eyes slowly and began to adapt to the light here. Countless times he fantasizes what he sees when he enters the bronze door, and every time he fantasizes his heart.

But behind these two bronze doors, An Zheng didn't see the magnificent picture in the fantasy.

This is a very quiet peach forest with a stone path winding through it. It was quiet. When the peach blossoms were in full bloom, several delicate and beautiful butterflies flew in front of An Zheng's face and then flew away. An Zheng inhaled deeply, everything here felt so quiet and peaceful.

Every peach tree is beautiful, every flower is beautiful.

I did n’t see any colorful auspicious flying birds here, no huge monsters, and a few magpies were standing on the peach tree not far away, whispering, as if to An An ... welcome back.

In the peach forest, the grass on the ground is just an inch tall, and the green and fluffy look is particularly cute and fresh. There is a feeling of relief here, thinking that even if it is to build a hut here, and stay, you will not feel bored and lonely for a lifetime.

Then, struggling forward along the stone path, I saw a hut.

The golden light of the hut, the straw on the roof looks so clean. There is a circle of fences outside the hut that can be regarded as a courtyard wall. The fence is made of peach branches. The door of the firewood was open, and the chimney on the thatched roof was still blowing smoke.

An Zheng was excited, he didn't know which life he would see in this hut. At the door was a **** and a sickle. There is a stone mill in the small yard, and some grinded grains can be seen faintly under the milling disc.

"Are there ... is anyone here?"

An Zheng asked a question, only to realize that his voice was actually hoarse.

"He came so late."

Someone in the room spoke, and then the door opened.

"come in."

An Zheng made a noise and sorted out his clothes before entering the door. Although he was sure he was the only one he would see, he told himself he could not help being solemn. That is not just the past, but the future. Each life's self seems to be greater than this life's self, and at least did a lot of greater things.

Regardless of whether it's a big war, or it seems that the cultivation of the realm is far worse than the current contention.

An Zheng entered the hut, and the door was the living room. The furnishings in the living room were very simple, with only a few chairs and a table. On the table are some very simple dried fruits, nothing more than seeds and peanuts. There was a strange fragrance in the room. The smell was not strong and irritating, and the people's spirits became better.

"I'm cooking, come and talk."

A voice came from another room, An Zheng promised, and subconsciously sorted out his clothes again. He didn't know why he was so nervous, he had gone through all kinds of hardships, experienced all kinds of hardships, and saw all kinds of dangers, but at this moment he was embarrassed like a kid being called into the office for the first time by a teacher.

Anzheng pushed the door and walked in, and smelled an ordinary smell of food. Yes, it was very common, but it was such a common thing that made his stomach hungry.

"Sit down and wait, it will be fine soon."

Inside, a man in common clothes was sitting next to the earth stove and was on fire. He grabbed a peach branch in one hand and threw it into the hearth of the stove, and in one hand he gently fanned with a palm fan. His clothes are very old, but they are very clean. The gray cloth was washed white, and the cuffs were rolled up, revealing a pair of beautiful palms. Clean, slender, refreshing.

He glanced back at Anzheng, and Anzheng's heart jumped up involuntarily.

It was the face of a very handsome young man, not the same as An Zheng. It looks the same masculine and tough, the same clean and beautiful. He has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and when he speaks, he shows neat white teeth.

It looks really young, but he has white hair.

There is no black hair, and the white is like snow, which makes An Zheng feel inexplicably distressed.

"Are you disappointed?"

he asks.

An Zheng shook his head, he was not disappointed, not at all.

"I am not a practitioner."

The young man stood up and lifted the lid. The heat spewed out suddenly, making the room feel like a fairyland. There is nothing particularly delicate in it, just a pot of steamed buns, each one is very white and round.

In the other pot, stewed vegetables are mixed with the aroma of steamed buns, which makes people instantly hungry.

"My name is Purnon."

The young man smiled warmly.

"It can be said that it was the original you."

He picked the steamed buns out of the pot one by one, placed it on a grate made of cattail, and dragged it on the side table.

"I know you have a lot of problems and a lot of puzzles. Don't worry, our time is not very fast. I will tell you while eating."

Purnon served the stew, then washed two pairs of chopsticks and placed a pair across the table. An Zheng sat down opposite him, still a little cramped. Although the young man with white hair sitting opposite was not a practitioner, he could not feel a little strong breath, but it made him nervous. I don't know what's wrong. The young man who looks very ordinary, the young man who doesn't have the slightest momentum, but like the peerless strong man, makes Anzhen very unnatural.

"Eat it."

Purnon took a bun and took a bite, chewing while saying, "Tell me first ... I ’m simply your first life. I should have lived in a very distant time, but because of a certain life We messed up the time, so I appeared here in disorder. "

He smiled, a little helpless.

"Eat."

He says.

An Zheng picked up the chopsticks and buns, and suddenly became natural at this moment. It seems that the person sitting opposite is not the first-generation self, but the eldest brother in his own family. He listened to his elder brother while eating, talking about short things in his parents, but he didn't feel wasted time at all. Of course, this is just a feeling. Purnon told him that it wasn't a short story for parents.

"What is the legend of later generations, about the emergence of spiritual practice?"

Asked Purnon.

An Zheng replied: "Rumor is that Dao Zong pioneered the path of cultivation."

"Dao Zong? What is that ..."

Purnon frowned slightly: "Is it a person?"

"It can also be a person, it can also be said ... a sect. It is rumored that Taoist ancestors first began to practice and founded Taoism, so the practice was carried forward."

Purnon uttered: "Fake."

An Zheng: "Huh?"

Purnon said while eating: "Everything is the first time. The first time people found that the seeds laid by wheat could be crushed into flour, the first time people found flowers to make wine, and the first time people found the grass of bark grass Things can be made out of clothes by pulling them out ... Many, many of them appeared for the first time in that savage era. I do n’t know who the so-called Taoist ancestor is or what Daozong is. So I can tell You, spiritual practice, did not originate from Taoist ancestors. "

He pointed outside: "Did you see the rope hanging on the fence wall? There was a knot on it. At first, people had no words and could n’t remember many things that had passed a long time, so they knotted the rope. As a symbol. The person who created this method is older than me. The world is everything, and it is useful. This is useful to people. People are always used to thinking of themselves as the center of the world, everything They all live around people. For people, these things are divided into two types, useful and useless. The process of people becoming stronger and stronger is the process of discovering whether everything is useful or useless for themselves. "

"Pu grass can be woven into clothes, grate, and futon, which is useful. And in the process of discovery, extract the most valuable things, and make people progress faster. One thing can be eaten, yes Useful. But the process of discovering more than eating is actually not as simple as imagined. "

"I did something."

Purnon laughed, a little proud.

"In the beginning, I didn't like to stay in one place, I like to travel around the world. I have traveled a lot of places, eat, and dress, and I have to find it by myself. I knew earlier than many people, what can eat, what I ca n’t eat things. And what I eat makes my body react. I got the seal for the first time in my body. Initially, this seal was not intentional, just to eat. But when I found out, After eating some things and actually allowing some good and bad changes in my body, I started to deliberately try. "

An Zheng's face changed: "Taste it?"

"Yes, this is the beginning of the first practice."

Purnon laughed, and the little pride on his face became more and more obvious, but there was no sense of showing off. He carries a brilliance, a brilliance of ordinary people, but it makes every practitioner feel ashamed.

"The beginning of spiritual practice is not the Taoist ancestor."

Purnon raised his finger and pointed at himself, and at the same time.

"It's me, or you."