The Path Toward Heaven

(Thanks to book friend 20171025... I can't remember the comments later, the original text of those few sentences is Lu Xun's prose poem, a few sentences in such a soldier, in such a situation, no one hears the cry of war, peace and peace... Thank you)

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Jing Jiu should be able to prevent Shi Fengchen from committing suicide, but he didn't.

Not because it was unnecessary, but because when Shi Fengchen said the last sentence, he saw the will of death in the eyes of the other party.

He understood Shi Fengchen's anger and hatred towards ascetics, although he did not sympathize.

He also didn't want to ask about the painful past in the other party's life.

Life and death are the greatest.

He will respect.

Then let the one who goes to die get the end of death.

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The courtyard was quiet.

The sunlight moved away, and the two skinny chickens were weakly pecking at the shadows on the ground.

At some point, the courtyard door was pushed open again.

Master, today is fried bacon with cabbage moss!

Wang Xiaoming came in with a limp, put the piece of bacon on the grinding table, and kicked the two lean chickens into the cage to prevent them from pecking at the bacon.

Last time you said the cabbage moss was a bit old, but this time it's extremely tender.

He happily walked into the house with cabbage moss, wanting Master to take a look first.

There was a soft snap.

The cabbage moss fell to the ground and spread out, just like real flowers.

His legs trembled uncontrollably.

Ah... ah... Master!

There were miserable cries in the room.

His cries were terrible.

Crying is not good.

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Shi Fengchen's funeral was very quiet.

At least at first.

Wang Xiaoming knelt in front of the hall, throwing paper money into the basin, his movements were very mechanical, and his expression was numb.

I don't know whether it was because he was smoked too hard, or because he cried for too long, but his eyes were bloodshot.

The neighbors came and left, and he was the only one left kneeling here in the small courtyard.

Suddenly there were scolding and other movements outside the courtyard, and then the wooden door was pushed open somewhat rudely.

It wasn't someone who came to make trouble, but some adults were about to come to express their condolences, and the yamen servants who were notified hurried over to clear the venue.

The white flag raised high and the inscriptions dripping with ink made the atmosphere of the small courtyard suddenly different from before.

Wang Xiaoming ignored it, and still knelt in front of the copper basin, burning paper money numbly.

He couldn't remember exactly what official positions and names the adults who appeared afterward were.

Shi Fengchen's family was deserted before his death, but it was very lively after his death. Everyone understands why.

Wang Xiaoming also knows.

No one saw how Shi Fengchen died. The officials of the Qingtian Division determined that he committed suicide, but who forced him to death?

All the spearheads were pointed at Qingshanzong, more precisely, at Jing Jiu.

The court officials who were deeply influenced by the Zhongzhou faction naturally wanted to use this matter to put pressure on the Qingshan sect.

The so-called mourning, how can there be any sadness on the faces of the officials?

From Wang Xiaoming's point of view, the only person with some sincerity was Concubine Hu Gui, who indirectly caused Master's death.

In the middle of the night, Concubine Hu Gui sent someone to send a large sum of gold and silver.

Wang Xiaoming said thanks.

After Shi Fengchen was buried, Wang Xiaoming left Chaoge City.

No one knows where he went.

Workers who worked with him in Qingtian's treasury occasionally talked about this boy.

A worker named Seventy-two had the best relationship with him. When asked, he said, He said he was going back to the northwest, and that his hometown was over there.

In fact, he also found it strange that he had never heard of Wang Xiaoming's hometown in the past two years, and he didn't know what it had to do with Northwest.

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The back garden of the Zhao Mansion is very quiet.

The trees in late spring are delightful to look at when they are at their most luxuriant and not annoying.

Zhao Layue was not in the same mood.

Shi Fengchen has an adopted son named Wang Xiaoming, who has the potential for cultivation, and he left Chaoge City today without knowing his whereabouts.

Jing Jiu glanced at her, thinking that this meant cutting grass and roots?

I said, I'm not a good person, I'm very fierce.

Her face was a little pale, she was injured too badly in Ming Cui Valley that day.

Jing Jiu said: Actually, Shi Fengchen's perception is not too wrong, and it has something to do with my inability to teach others. Your murderous intention is indeed a bit heavy.

Zhao Layue stared at him and asked, Do you care?

Jing Jiu shook his head and said, You just haven't figured it out yet, so you're a little angry.

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, then said: Yes, I don't understand why he must kill me. Did I really do something wrong?

Jing Jiu said: The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Correspondingly, the greater the danger. Your mind is not restrained, but you also have compassion for the common people in the world. Therefore, in his eyes, it is the most dangerous. You must eliminate it before you are not strong enough.

Zhao Layue still didn't understand, and said, Could it be better to hide in the Yinfeng Peak to practice the ruthless way and ignore the life and death of all living beings?

Jing Jiu said: In a sense, ascetics who ignore everything in the world are of course safer for ordinary people.

Zhao Layue remained silent. She lived in Chaoge City when she was a child, and what she thought about every day was cultivating Taoism, but she also read some miscellaneous books.

In those stories, there are talented men and beautiful women, some chivalrous and righteous, and some passionate national scholars. Later, they went to the Qingshan School, and the door regulations also included words such as helping the world and helping the poor. However, during the tens of thousands of miles of travel and now, Jing Jiu showed an attitude that ascetics should ignore world affairs. Why?

Cultivators and mortals are originally people from two worlds. Once a person can practice, he has nothing to do with mortals. The poet of the previous dynasty once wrote a poem Sleepwalking in the Cold Mountain and it was deeply loved by mortals. The ascetic didn't feel much. He liked his white hair more than three thousand feet. Why?

Jing Jiu said: Because the latter is about the great suffering of life and death, it is still difficult for ascetics to get rid of, so I feel the same way. But the former is about fairy tales. You and I are gods. We can see scenery that ordinary people can't see, and experience feelings that they can't understand. How can we be moved by scenery and feelings imagined by ordinary people?

Zhao Layue was silent for a long time, and said, Ordinary people can also pursue.

Jing Jiu said: Yes, mortals can refuse to accept their fate and strive to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, but not all mortals have this kind of luck.

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Outside Chaoge City, there is a mountain temple. It is not a festival, and there are very few people who come to offer incense.

Wang Xiaoming walked to the back of the temple and climbed up the tree with some difficulty. After confirming that there was no one around the forest, he took out an oil paper bag from the innermost part of his clothes.

The bag contained a few loose items that meant a lot to him.

Those things are the silver notes sent by Concubine Hu Gui, and a very thin book.

The words Qingxuangong are written on the book, which is the entry-level exercise of the Sanqing School.

This is Shi Fengchen's relic left to him.

He opened the book and began to read carefully, but after a long time, he still couldn't read the words.

Because he always thought of Master easily, and then tears blurred his eyes, which couldn't be wiped clean no matter how much he wiped.