One Sword Nine Ya

The brilliant Buddha's light lit up at the moment when the Tianmen was broken, making the movements of the demons instantly sluggish.

At this time, the sun was setting, the sky was getting late, and the distant mountains were filled with light mist. Xing Qiu stood in the shadow of a tree, stroking the flute in his hand.

"Nowadays, the Dao of Heaven and the Dao of Heart and Demon are fighting, and the result depends on whose hands the Creation Platform in Chi Juntian's hand falls into," he asked, "I want to find out the relationship between myself and the person on me, Mochen I'm afraid there is some conspiracy, and Brother Ye naturally wants to stand on the side of Heaven, but Chi Juntian doesn't know what he wants to do, monk, what do you think?"

"Do your best."

Xing Qiu looked at Kongming, and was suddenly in a daze for a while. He knew that the abbots of Zhichen Temple practiced the way of entering the world and helped the world widely, and another one practiced the way of leaving the world to understand the essence of Buddhism.However, Kongming clearly cultivated the way of rebirth, but he went down to the world many times, one time was the Tianhe battle 20 years ago, and the other time is now.

"If you ask me, this is not what you should do—you should just recite Zen in the temple and wait for the day when you suddenly become a Buddha. Why bother to go into this muddy water." Xing Qiu didn't look directly at the sky. bright

, but his eyes drooped slightly, looking at the ground.

"Being born into the world is one body, so why ask more questions." The turmoil in the barrier at the Tianmen became more and more intense, Kong Ming turned around and wanted to leave.

"I never killed indiscriminately." Xing Qiu said abruptly.

Kong Ming stopped and looked at him.

Xing Qiu said: "...In the early years, I also killed people, when I had to do it, I was not an innocent person. Later... I became a devil emperor and rarely went out. I divided the Jiuyou Tianquan For your honor, they all slowly settled down..."

There was a trace of astonishment in Kong Ming's original expression, but as he continued to speak, it gradually softened, he bowed to him, and then walked towards Tianmen.

Xing Qiu watched Kong Ming walk into the ten-fang lotus formation, the last smile in his eyes was still vaguely reflected in front of his eyes, and he suddenly thought of 20 years ago.

The ice field was snowing heavily, and Kong Ming carried him on his back, walking in the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

The setting sun was bright red, and the screaming and fighting sound came from afar, and it was getting closer and closer.

In the end, Kong Ming put him down.

"The front convenience is the residence of the demon world, you can go." The man said gently.

Standing in the snow, he reached out and grabbed the corner of Kongming's robe: "Can I... go with you?"

Kong Ming shook his head: "Immortal Dao cannot tolerate you."

He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Then... can I see you in the future?"

Kong Ming was silent for a long time, and finally took off the lotus robe outside the monk's robe, and put it on him.

The lotus clothes resisted the howling wind, but it made his eyes slightly warm, and he waited anxiously for an answer.

"As a demon cultivator, killing is inevitable," the man finally said, "I only hope that you will have kind thoughts in your heart and not lose your true nature. After taking me to Mahayana, you can come and go between immortals and demons, so I will come to see you. "

He got the promise, stood on the spot and watched Kong Ming go away, tried to chase him a few times, but gave up again, and finally watched the figure disappear into the wind and snow.

——After 20 years of walking in the devil world, in the boundless sea of ​​blood, I lost my mind several times, and the words of the old man faintly echoed in my ears, hanging a trace of clarity.

Later, when I lived in the Demon Palace and looked through the classics, I realized that the so-called "Mahayana" in Buddhism is the same as the so-called "Ascension" by immortals. They are all illusory rhetoric.

Looking at Kongming's back at this moment, it seemed as if the situation in the past had reappeared, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind, and he suddenly covered his mouth and burst into tears.

The little novice looked up at him, very puzzled—this person is so vile, not to mention the act of teasing him just now, just in the Zhichen Temple, his behavior of colluding with the young man surnamed Chen and saying some unreasonable and demonic words makes people feel ashamed. pointing fingers.

"Monster!" He asked crisply, "Why are you crying?"

Xing Qiu put down his hands, but asked: "Little monk, what way do you cultivate?"

The little novice said: "Same as Senior Brother Kong Ming, he cultivated the way beyond the world."

"Then you have to remember," he said, putting his hand on the little novice's shoulder, "stay in the monastery and recite scriptures, don't be like your senior brother... just go down the mountain casually, pick up people casually, recruit people and then go down the mountain." No, there were still people crying for him when he died, and he walked in a dirty way."

The little novice said: "But I heard from other senior brothers in the monastery that Senior Kong Ming has only gone down the mountain once in so many years."

"I do not believe."

The little novice couldn't see his various emotions now, so he winked mysteriously, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear: "Senior brothers said that when Senior Kong Ming came back that time, he took ten years of dry life on his own. Zen, our monastery has never punished people so severely—I didn’t want to tell you, but since my brother is going to die, it’s okay to tell you.”

After all, he wanted to see his reaction triumphantly, but unexpectedly Xing Qiu only said softly: "What's going on in his mind, do you think I don't know?"

The little novice was completely puzzled this time. He looked at Xing Qiu, and saw that although his long eyelashes were still stained with fine crystals, there was a faint smile between his brows.

The mountain wind blew, and the purple gauze was blown lightly, dazzled the little monk's eyes.

On the top of the phantom mountain, the main hall of the Floating Heaven Palace.

"Brother Tiandao, be safe and don't be impatient." Chen Weichen said lightly: "Now they are all trapped in the maze, we can live in peace for a while."

Tiandao sent a voice transmission to Ye Jiuya: "He is injured now, so he will not act rashly. You have just reached the third heaven, and you are not yet stable, and you can't move him yet. Don't move for now."

Chen Weichen glanced at the two of them, and said: "Senior Chi is still in the maze, and we have nothing to do, so why not take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, white mist rose from the hall, and after a few breaths, one was placed in a bustling city.

It was dusk, and various shops in the market were hanging lanterns. There were hints in the lanterns, the patterns were changing, the brilliance was flowing, and it was too beautiful to behold.

After watching the flowers, the illusion stopped in a dark place in the city of lights.

A female voice came, muttering to herself: "Thirteen Daoes, Yin and Yang lines, Li Zhongxu..."

Seeing the profile, it was Chi Juntian who was still young, sitting on the root of an old tree, writing and drawing on the ground with charcoal.It seems that this place is the illusion of the past that Chi Juntian is in.

Beside her was a handsome man in a wide robe and wide sleeves, but he was holding a funny "magical calculation" flag in his hand. After watching her write and draw for a long time, he said, "Junior Sister, how long are you going to calculate?"

Chi Juntian turned a deaf ear to it, and after a long time said: "Although I still can't calculate my own fate, I discovered something else."

The man said: "Oh?"

"Everything in nature is born with destiny, the number of lives is intertwined, and the qi of heaven and earth is always there." Chi Juntian stared at those things that seemed to be completely ghostly symbols to outsiders, "If I can find out what is the relationship between the fate of mortals and the qi of heaven and earth?" Contact, you can control the world—”

"I said, Junior Sister," the man lazily said, "I'm hungry for brother, our fortune-telling booth has been set up all day, why doesn't anyone come to ask for a divination? At this time, if you give me a little wine money, I will Jiuzuo guarantees his prosperity and wealth all his life—”

"Xiao Jiuzuo! You don't want to know why we can't go higher? You don't want to know what the higher level is?" Chi Juntian raised his voice and interrupted his brother.

The senior brother didn't care, but looked at the street corner and said: "I think this brother is quite rich, maybe he can bluff and deceive."

Immediately, he read it aloud: "God calculates the family, checks the characters and looks at the face, and turns evil into good luck——"

What he looked at was a carved wooden treasure car that was slowly approaching. This kind of treasure car was used for viewing lanterns by wealthy or noble families. It was pulled by four horses outside the Great Wall. It was exquisitely carved, spacious and accessible. ten people.

At this time, sitting on the top was a young man dressed in brocade, with two beauties sitting beside him. They peeled the fresh oranges with jade hands, separated the petals and shredded them, and placed them in the glass tray on the small table in front of the young man, but the young man didn't even look at them. His eyes casually swept across the city of lights.

At this moment, seeing the dark fragrance floating in the market and the laughter of passers-by, this one person alone is in a slump.

The servant following the carriage said: "Young Master Chen, this Shangyuan Dengshi is the most—"

Before he finished speaking, the young master raised his hand with a blank face, and the servant knew his way and kept silent.

The fortune-teller's voice sounded out of nowhere: "Little brother, it's fate to meet you, do you want me to make a fortune teller for you?"

The servant was about to scold him, but he saw Mr. Chen sized up the fortune-teller and said, "What is it?"

The senior brother smiled: "I have 170 trigrams, life span, fate, fortune, disaster, as long as you think about it, I can calculate it."

The young master said lightly: "It's just nonsense."

The brother said again: "I look at the young master's face, he must be born rich and honored, there will be no disasters or disasters, but there is no hope in front of him, and there is no love in his heart, so he is depressed. This turning point lies in the next hand."

The young master said: "It's nothing more than watching words and colors."

The senior brother rolled his eyes: "Young master, we are different from ordinary fortune tellers. Since you are interested, why not give it a try?"

The young master pondered for a while, but did not speak. ,

Meiji beside him stroked his clothes, lowered her eyebrows after stroking, her eyes were full of autumn water, reflecting the lights on the street like day, and the world of mortals like the sea.

The senior brother smiled and said, "My lord, show me your birthday."

The other Meiji got out of the car slowly, bowed to her senior brother, and said her birth date.

The fortune-teller brother pinched his fingers and counted back and forth, "tsk", and said: "Young Master, I'm afraid it's not good to be on this road, and I'll let you use the heavenly performance and nine numbers to deduce it carefully..."

What "Nine Numbers of Heaven's Evolution" is being used here, but Chi Juntian raised his head: "If you are sincerely asking for a solution, there is nothing to say."

The young master asked: "Why do you say that I am not sincerely seeking calculations?"

Chi Juntian said: "It's all right to watch your words and expressions. When I look at your eyes and expressions, you have no worries, you are so still, and you haven't escaped into Buddhism. It's really a miracle."

The senior brother quickly winked, but Chi Juntian ignored him.

The young master just didn't change his expression, and said to the servant beside him: "Let's go."

But Chi Juntian stopped him: "Stay."

She said: "I have a way to look at your whole life."

Then there was the fortune-telling method of asking the date of birth, where he was born, and the parents and relatives. She scribbled and drew on the fortune paper, but gradually a cluster of flames burned in her eyes, and she looked at the young master with burning eyes: "Can you tell me?" Willing to enter the fairy gate?"

The young master took a look at her: "I would like to hear the details."

"With your heart and nature, wouldn't it be boring to stay in this world?"

Her tone was not very polite, but the young master answered calmly: "It's also boring for immortals to cultivate themselves."

"I don't know how to cultivate," Chi Juntian raised his head and said, "I want to travel all over the famous mountains and rivers, look at the veins of the earth, observe the luck, deduce the fate of heaven, and break away from the shackles of heaven."

She saw that the young master was thinking a little, and continued: "Instead of staying in the world, you might as well take me as your teacher and go see the scenery outside the world."

The young master thought for a while, and said happily: "Okay."

The senior brother turned pale with shock: "Junior sister, what are you going to do?"

Chi Juntian rolled his eyes at him, turned around and left, young master Shi Shiran got out of the car, and followed Chi Juntian, the senior brother chased after him with the banner of "magic plan": "Junior sister, slow down!"

Just go away.

Afterwards, the scene flashed like a fleeting image, and finally stopped in the busy city, where Chi Juntian and the young master were playing chess under a tree.

Chi Juntian thought about what to do, and said: "In recent years, I feel more and more stuck in a predicament, and I can't solve the last one."

The young master has changed his attire, his black hair is half up, he is wearing a black robe, his expression is indifferent, and his breath is distant.

Chi Juntian glanced at him, and said again: "You have been a little absent-minded recently."

His eyes moved slightly, and he placed his eyes on the passers-by on the street: "When you accepted me as your apprentice more than ten years ago, you once said that I was not sincere in asking for a marriage."

Chi Juntian nodded and said, "I remember."

He said, "It's really true."

Chi Juntian rarely laughed.Said: "A person like you also has such thoughts?"

Still calm, he said: "Sometimes I feel that if there is someone who can always be by my side, it's not impossible."

Chi Juntian shook his head: "I know that you have long forgotten your love, this is just a mental obsession, so don't be careless in the future."

She said, and even made a joke: "I heard that the Jiange in the North has a sword raising method. It takes cold iron from the ice field and warms it with the blood of the heart every day, so that it can be cast into a rare magic weapon. It has been hundreds of years since such a divine sword has appeared in the world. It can be seen that people with mortal feelings, who would want to provoke your cold heart? You really want to find a Taoist companion, I am afraid that you will have to go to the Jiange."