The Path Toward Heaven

Looking at Jing Jiu's pale face and the gold in his eyes, Zhao Layue remained silent.

The quiet garden was not quiet, and there were coughing sounds from time to time.

Liu Shisui took the third broom made this year and swept the remaining snow and debris on the ground. His face was also pale and he coughed from time to time.

In the past few years, the winter has been a bit cold, and it will snow in Guocheng Temple, and the conflict of zhenqi in his body has become a bit serious.

The white cat walked into the garden, looking back and forth between the pale faces of Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui, full of pity.

This is not a very easy life for master and servant, but it is the opposite for Zhao Layue. She has whitened a lot, with two touches of healthy red on her face, she looks like an apple, can be broken by blowing bombs, fresh and delicious, completely different from the girl with short messy hair and dusty body on Jianfeng back then.

The white cat walked slowly to the front of the porch, jumped onto the wooden floor, stepped on her knees, stretched its body, and rubbed her face, before laying down carefully in her arms.

Guocheng Temple is the largest temple in the world. It pays attention to the quiet practice of Buddhism, and its status is extremely high in the hearts of ordinary people. Before the New Year's Day, the surrounding villagers naturally dare not disturb the quietness of the masters with firecrackers. There was no sound of firecrackers, but the smell of the New Year's Eve floated from outside the temple...

Some are cured pork ribs, some are pickled fish, and some are freshly slaughtered New Year pigs.

Even outside the human world, even if there is a large Zen formation, they still cannot block these mortal feelings. Whether it is cultivating Taoism or practicing Zen, this is the reason why it is difficult.

There are several teams from Chaotian Continent heading towards Guocheng Temple just like these flavors.

This year marks the 300th anniversary of the death of His Majesty the previous God Emperor, and the royal family sent a mission to leave Chaoge City.

The first emperor abdicated and feigned death, and finally passed away in Guocheng Temple. This is one of the biggest secrets of the Jing Dynasty. Naturally, the number of missions is not large. Except for the accompanying cavalry, there are only two real officials. The official next to Duke Lu looked very calm and calm, and he didn't know which prince's son he was.

Only Guocheng Temple, Zhongzhou School, Qingshan School, Shuiyue Temple, and Yi Mao Zhai know about this matter, and they will send representatives as usual, but it has been three hundred years, and it is not a big deal.

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At the top of Tianguang Peak, the clouds and mists cleared up, and the sun was quite clear.

Zhuo Rusui knelt in front of the stele, thinking that kneeling would be better than lying down, what exactly is Master going to do?

Liu Ci, head of Qingshan, looked at his closed disciple and said, Why are you so lazy? Don't learn from him, there are some things you can't learn.

Zhuo Rusui said helplessly: I'm really sleepy... Cultivation is too exhausting, and I don't need to spend my free time resting my mind and regaining strength. Do I have to look around?

So you just keep drooping your eyelids, and no one looks straight at you?

Liu Ci said in a slightly cold voice: This time you go to Guocheng Temple, you should see it when it's time to see it, don't make mistakes, and don't miss it.

Zhuo Rusui was silent for a while, then said: I obey.

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Shuiyuean did not send anyone for some reason. It is Xi Yiyun who came to Yimao Zhai. He did not go to Yunmeng Mountain to participate in the reunion of aspirants three years ago. It is said that he was compiling the works written in the illusion at that time. This time he can come to Guocheng Temple, presumably because the compilation has been completed and his realm has improved.

Two people were sent from Zhongzhou. Bai Qianjun's injury has been completely healed, and his cultivation level in Yuanying stage is more stable, but he is much more silent than before. The other disciple is obviously of higher status than him. He covered his head with a veil and walked straight ahead. When he passed the plaque of Guocheng Temple, that person stopped and watched for a while before moving up again.

It was Zhuo Rusui who came from Qingshan, not the head of the sect who had crossed Nanshan, because the young strong men who had passed Nanshan and Liangwang Peak had already followed the division commander to Baicheng to support the imperial army in the direction of Xueyuan. The Zhongzhou faction didn't send Tong Yan here because Tong Yan... was still digging a hole in the ground.

He dug in the dark underground for several years, dug through several mountains and rivers, and finally came to the depths of the leylines.

Looking at the Qingtianjian that was wrapped in ice and glowing faintly a few miles ago, he realized that he was actually a few years ahead of schedule.

He miscalculated one thing, everything in the world is familiar with hands and ears, even things like digging holes can be familiarized, and then become faster.

The gloomy light emitted by the Qingtian mirror illuminated the cave deep in the leylines, and also illuminated his face.

I don't know if it's because the light is too weak or the ground is too dark, but his raised eyebrows seem to be thicker than before.

The reason why he raised his eyebrows was because he was puzzled, why did that coercion that was always high above suddenly disappear? Where did Lord Qilin go?

According to the Zhongzhou sect's rules, Qilin, as a mountain beast, must not leave Yunmeng Mountain.

That's good, he doesn't have to worry about being discovered by Master Qilin and being torn to pieces.

Thinking about these things, he walked to the Qingtian Jian and found that the ice layer outside the Jian was about several feet thick and looked like a huge glazed cube. He stretched out his hand to the surface of the ice layer, and found that the cold was so terrifying that even he felt a bit of bone-piercing pain, and judging from the touch, the ice layer was extremely hard, and it would be difficult to cut through it with a flying sword.

Sensing his arrival, several faint lights appeared in the blue sky mirror, refracted into strange rays of light in the ice, and Qing'er's figure gradually appeared.

Because of the refraction, her figure was deformed and very faint, as if it might disappear at any time.

Seeing Tong Yan, Qing'er had an expression of surprise on her face, she jumped to the edge of the ice, but couldn't get out again, as if she was locked inside.

Are you here to save me?

Tong Yan looked at her and said calmly, No.

Qing'er stared at him blankly and said, Then what are you doing here?

Tong Yan said: I heard your cries for help, so I came here to ask you what happened.

That year in the cave left by Luo Huainan, when he heard Qing'er calling for help, he quickly figured out a lot of things.

Master will not respond, if he wants to know what happened, he has to come to Qingtianjian to ask questions in person.

So he started digging into the ground, and after six years of non-stop digging, he finally came here.

Qing'er said with a trembling voice: I don't know how you came here, but I think you have gone through hardships, and you...just to ask me something?

Tong Yan said, Yes.

Qing'er couldn't understand, looked at him and said, The truth...is that important?

Tong Yan said calmly: Chess pieces are only divided into black and white, color is very important to me, and what I practice is the way of chess, and the way of chess is to find the solution, and the solution is to find the answer.

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Living is a process of constantly searching for answers.

It's just that some people find that the problem has no solution early, or the problem is too tiring to solve, so they choose to give up.

But there are still many people who are constantly looking for answers.

Zhao Layue searched for many years, and finally found the answer that she wanted to know the most, but she is not completely sure about the future path of practice.

Liu Shisui had no problems, so he didn't need to look for answers, except for the zhenqi conflicts in his body.

Jing Jiu only had two questions, who had tampered with the mist-dissipating formation, causing him to ascend and still not be able to cut off the cause and effect, and then the immortal body did not exist, and who attacked him and knocked him down to the mortal world. He has already confirmed the answer to the latter, and he is still looking for the answer to the former, but he actually already knew it.

Yin San is still looking for the answer in the Buddhist scriptures, how can the soul and the body be perfectly unified?

Gusts of sinister wind emanated from the Tongtianjing, which was suppressed and dispelled by countless sigils, and then dispersed invisible by the sea breeze.

In the mountain forest not far away, the courtyard of Shuiyue Nunnery is looming.

There is a round window in the deepest quiet room, facing the snow lake, the picture is very beautiful.

There is no wind here, and the light on the window sill has not shaken, but for some reason it is still a little ethereal, as if it might go out at any time.

Guodong named herself this name because she doesn't like winter and wants to pass it by soon.

It may be for this reason that she has been sleeping, her long eyelashes are unblinking, and she only breathes once in a long time.

The small sedan chair with the green curtain was parked outside the quiet room, and the master of Shuiyue Temple was sitting by the lake outside the window.

They looked at that light, and the question in their mind was, how long can you keep burning?

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Many people don't like winter, and the only benefits are probably the excitement, food, and new clothes during the Chinese New Year.

Three days before the Chinese New Year, the people who came to participate in the pagoda sacrifice ceremony arrived at Guocheng Temple one after another.

Standing in the quiet garden, Zhuo Rusui looked at the remnant snow on the eaves with a dignified expression, thinking that the East China Sea is so cold, what should the snow field be like?

Jing Jiu looked at him and said calmly, Your realm is still low now, don't think about going to the north.

Zhuo Rusui wondered why you had the same attitude as Master, and said, Master Bai and Uncle Mo took the brothers from Liangwang Peak to Baicheng, how could I have the nerve to stay in the south?

Jing Jiu said: I don't agree with what Liangwang Peak did. It's really a big deal. Young disciples will die if they go.

Zhuo Rusui disagreed, and said, Some things have to be done by people.

Jing Jiu said, Wait until you enter the Sea Breaking Realm.

Zhuo Rusui thought for a while before he understood the logic, and said with a weird expression, Master, are you expressing your opinion of me?

Jing Jiu said: That's right, it doesn't matter if you have no future disciples like Jian Ruyun, it doesn't matter if you want to take risks, but you have a promising future, so you have to spare your life.

Zhuo Rusui stared into his eyes and said, What should we do when the beast tide comes?

Jing Jiu said calmly, I've been here many times.

If it was Liu Shisui or another disciple of Liangwang Peak, he would continue to compete with Jing Jiu at this time. However, Zhuo Rusui felt that what Master and Jing Jiu said seemed to be true. A genius like himself should stay at the most critical moment to turn the tide and save the world from suffering...

And he was really lazy.

Jing Jiu's admiration for him probably has something to do with it.

Uncle, I think the environment here is good, so I'll live here.

Zhuo Rusui felt that Jingyuan was very quiet, much better than the guest house arranged by Guocheng Temple.

Zhao Layue suddenly opened her eyes and said, There is no place.

Zhuo Rusui suddenly lost energy, turned around and walked outside, drooping his eyes and muttering: Hold grudges, hold grudges too much.

The next day, the Duhai monk came back from Baicheng with several medical monks, and Zen Zi stayed there with the sword saint.

Duhaiseng came to Jingyuan immediately, told Jing Jiu about the situation in Xueyuan, and asked him what he thought.

Jing Jiu wondered why he had to ask himself such a thing.

Du Haiseng smiled, turned and left without saying anything.

That night, Duke Lu came.

The Jing Garden had continuous visitors, and it was quite lively, as if the entire Chaotian Continent knew that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were hiding in the Guocheng Temple to listen to scriptures and practice meditation.

Knowing Jing Jiu's temper, Lu Guogong didn't say anything about Xueyuan, nor the situation in the court, but just picked up a few interesting things that happened in Jing's family - Jing Shang's duties in Taichang Temple were still idle, Jing Li entered the palace and became Prince Jing Yao's companion, and they practiced Qingshan exercises together, but they seemed to have encountered some minor problems in marriage.

Seeing that Jing Jiu listened more seriously, Duke Lu heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he had made the right bet. From Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue's point of view, Jing Jiu's words are much more than before, and his whole person is also much more vivid, but in the eyes of Lu Guogong and others, as Jing Jiu's realm is getting higher and higher, his prestige is getting higher and higher, and his immortal energy seems to be getting stronger and stronger. They are really worried that Jing Jiu will ignore the world.

After Lu Guogong left, Liu Shisui mopped the floor again, wiping off all the footprints left by him and Zhuo Rusui.

Jing Jiu said to him, Tomorrow will be lively, so avoid it and don't come over.

Although the number of people participating in the sacrificial tower was not many, they represented the Jing Dynasty and the major sects. It might be inconvenient for people to find out that Liu Shisui, who was supposed to be in Qingshan Sword Prison, was here. Liu Shisui thought the same way, and nodded in agreement.

Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu, knowing that this was definitely not the reason.

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On the second day, the Pagoda Worship officially started, and the process of going to the grave was not much different from that of the folks, except that there were more monks chanting scriptures outside the quiet garden.

Naturally, Jing Jiu wouldn't participate. He sat in the guest house deep in the quiet garden, listening to the sutra sound from outside, and looked at the white flags blown by the cold wind, silently not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Layue made him a cup of tea, pushed him on the floor in front of him, and didn't say anything to let him out.

There are only six people who are eligible to enter the Jingyuan and pay homage to the small stone pagoda.

They are Lu Guogong and the court official, Zhuo Rusui, Xi Yiyun, Bai Qianjun and the Zhongzhou School disciple wearing a veiled hat.

Du Haiseng and Da Changseng greeted him at the side of the pagoda, seeing that the disciple of the Zhongzhou School was still wearing a hat at this time, he couldn't help being a little displeased.

Only this time did Xi Yiyun know that the previous god-emperor really became a monk in Guocheng Temple, and was even buried here.

Seeing the expressions of Du Haiseng and Dachangseng, he turned his head and saw the Zhongzhou sect disciple wearing a veiled hat, and said, Please take off your hat.

The monk of Guocheng Temple is the owner, it is not convenient for him to say anything, so he naturally wants to talk, Yimao Zhai has always been like this.

Bai Qianjun looked at him and said coldly, Be careful what you say.

Xi Yiyun looked at him and said calmly: Are you sure you're really awake? Do you still think of yourself as the emperor?

This is naturally what is said in the Qingtianjian illusion.

Hearing these words, Bai Qianjun's expression changed slightly, turning livid.

He really used everything in the Qingtian Jian illusion, and finally became the co-lord of the world, but who knew that the celestial talisman fell into Jing Jiu's hands.

This incident has become a legendary story in the monastic world, and he has naturally become the biggest joke.

A Maozhai scholar is not a grudge, but he will never forget his grudge. In the illusion, Qin Huang beheaded Xi Yiyun, massacred his disciples, and banned his theories. Such a deep hatred, even if he leaves the illusion, how can he forget it?

At this moment, the Zhongzhou faction disciple wearing a veiled hat said slowly: Are you sure you are qualified to let me take off my hat?

His voice is nice, but the tone is a bit strange, like a child who has just learned to speak and is not yet proficient.

If Liu Shisui was present at this time, he would have thought of Jing Jiu who had just arrived in Xiaoshan Village thirty years ago.

The most important thing is that the voice of this Zhongzhou sect disciple seems to contain countless clouds and mists, which flow from one's ears into one's heart, making it difficult to breathe.

Xi Yiyun's breath was slightly suffocated, knowing that the opponent's realm was surprisingly high, and he was far from being an opponent.

But he did not give up, looked at the man and said firmly: The dead are the greatest! What's more, it is His Majesty the late emperor!

It makes sense, the dead are always worthy of sympathy, but you have to remember, even the emperor is not qualified to let me take off my hat, let alone you, a junior!

That Zhongzhou faction disciple took off his hat, looked at Xi Yiyun and shouted.

Xi Yiyun's chest felt tight, as if he had been hit hard, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The people in Jing Yuan looked at the face of that Zhongzhou sect disciple and the two horns on his head, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

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(I’m going back to the Northeast tomorrow. I’m running around on the road. I’m sure I’ll write a lot less. If it’s broken, I’ll tell you in advance and report it to everyone.)