The Path Toward Heaven

The sea-crossing monk said in a deep voice: The former emperor had no intention of mortal life, and only had a lifespan of more than ten years. What's the use of keeping a broken body? If it is used by a real person, it will take hundreds of years. Maybe now the great cause has been completed and all sentient beings are crossed. What's wrong with a real person?

There is no point in arguing about differences in ideas, just like Jing Jiu seldom talks about these things.

Naturally, the Emperor of God would not argue with Monk Crossing the Sea, so he looked at him and asked, You were the little novice who served him closely back then?

There was a mocking smile on Monk Duhai's face, and he said: Those senior brothers who served the real man back then were all killed by you afterwards, and the cleaning in the temple lasted for thirty years. If I had served the real man before, do you think I would still be alive?

The bells of the Zen temple are clear and melodious, as if outside the world, but when such a thing happens, it will become a Shura field.

The Emperor of God didn't say why Daoist Taiping failed, nor did he say anything about the follow-up, but the few words of Monk Duhai already made people think of how many people died in Guocheng Temple back then, and how bloody the scene was.

Zhao Layue looked indifferent, taking it for granted.

Liu Shisui felt a little emotional and asked, Then why do you continue to follow Master Taiping?

At that time, I was just an inconspicuous little monk in the monastery. I was not bullied, but no one would notice me, and I didn't have any sense of existence.

The monk Duhai looked towards the outside of the meditation hall and said with nostalgia: One day I was sweeping fallen leaves in the pagoda forest, and I met the abbot. He asked me my name, what scriptures I practiced, what I understand now, and what I don't understand. He accompanied me to sweep the fallen leaves all afternoon.

Liu Shisui thought again of those nights in the vegetable garden where he lectured on scriptures.

If you are an ordinary person, you might ask Du Haiseng, just because of such a meeting, you swore to follow Taiping, join the Bulaolin, and even after you became a generation of virtuous and eminent monks, you still don’t forget?

He didn't ask, and neither did Zhao Layue, because they both understood why.

No matter you cultivate the Tao, the sword or Zen, what you cultivate is the heart after all.

It's just that some cultivate sincerity, some cultivate tranquility, and some cultivate heartbeat.

In Zen stories, ordinary people are most familiar with the movement of flags and wind, but some people still mistakenly think that the last sentence of heartbeat is about the love between men and women.

Of course not.

It's not that the relationship between a man and a woman is too small, but that it's too single to support the sky, let alone the avenue.

The Emperor of God asked: You have kept your mouth shut for the past three days, why are you willing to speak at this time?

Du Haiseng looked at Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui, and said, You are the descendants of Jingyang from the line of Shenmo Peak. I opened my mouth to tell you how you lost this time, and next...

Zhao Layue said blankly, Will time prove him right?

Du Haiseng smiled and said, No, the real person will prove it himself.

After saying this, he closed his eyes and lost his breath.

In order to kill Jing Jiu, he used the method of sacrificing his life like the Prajna Tianxia Palm. If he lost his Zen breath, he would definitely die within ten days. It was not easy for him to persist until Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui came back. At this time, he closed his eyes and passed away with a smile on his lips, very calm.

Since the monks from Guocheng Temple came and carried away the body of the monk who crossed the sea, the meditation room became quiet again.

Zhao Layue walked to the side of the couch, looked at Jing Jiu's pale face, and said, If the monk Du Hai didn't lie, then the key lies in the immortal talisman.

The Emperor said: His physical injuries have been suppressed, but I can't get rid of the immortal talisman. We can only see when he will wake up.

Those who are strong in the sky-reaching realm are already extraordinary and refined, their bodies are not afraid of the strong wind, and their recovery ability is also extremely strong. Coupled with the perception of Tianxin, it is difficult to be killed. For example, Patriarch Xuanyin first shook the Divine Emperor head-on, and then was pierced by Master Liu Ci's sword, but if it wasn't for the murderous aura of the Qingshan Sword Formation in that sword, he would not have almost died.

Jing Jiu's current state is of course much worse, but his body is very special, comparable to a person in the Heavenly Realm, and it is very difficult to kill him.

Yin San's plan was very meticulous and extremely ingenious, and he actually regarded the fairy talisman in his left hand as a real fatal blow.

The sense of immortality that Immortal White Blade left in the talisman has been worn away by Jing Jiu with the scriptures, but there is still the last trace left.

If Jing Jiu couldn't suppress that immortal consciousness, he wouldn't be able to wake up, and would be backlashed to death in the end.

The problem is, he is sleeping now because he was seriously injured and was affected by the immortal consciousness, so how can he wake up feeling the danger?

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Zhuo Rusui woke up first.

He opened his arms subconsciously, but after holding them for nothing, he realized that the small stone pagoda was no longer by his side.

He walked out of the Zen room, asked the monks of Guocheng Temple, and found the Baishan Zen room next to the Pagoda Forest.

Looking at the sleeping Jing Jiu, he was a little surprised. After knowing what happened, he smiled and said, There is nothing to worry about. Let's see what I do.

After the questioning meeting, Liu Ci wrapped countless sword intents around Jing Jiu's left hand, so that the breath in the celestial talisman could not be leaked out.

Zhuo Rusui is Liu Ci's closed disciple, and Cheng Tianjian's cultivation is naturally extremely profound, so he is confident that he can do it too.

Walking to the side of the couch, he called out the flying sword and flew around Jing Jiu's left hand, bringing out countless threads of light.

The light thread tied Jing Jiu's left hand tighter and tighter, and finally connected end to end and tied a knot.

That is, at the moment when the knot was tied, Jing Jiu shot countless rays of light from his left hand, and the fairy spirit was transpiring!

Zhuo Rusui let out a muffled snort, and was thrown directly into the pagoda forest outside the meditation hall, where he rolled on the ground more than twenty laps, until he hugged the familiar small stone pagoda before stopping.

The God Emperor retracted the fire wings that isolated the immortal energy, and shook his head.

Zhao Layue walked to the bed, stretched out her hands like lightning, and tightly held Jing Jiu's left hand.

More than a dozen invisible sword intents emerged from her earlobes, hair tips, and the corners of her clothes, splitting the air and filling the meditation room with a sense of sharpness.

She wanted to use her Acquired Intangible Sword Body to envelop the immortal energy overflowing from that immortal talisman.

The light shines through Jing Jiu's fingers and hers, illuminating her face and her black and white eyes.

Her face became paler and paler, until finally she couldn't hold on anymore, spat out a mouthful of blood, and had no choice but to let go.

Liu Shisui said, I won't try.

He has learned both Qingshan swordsmanship and Xihai swordsmanship, but now the most powerful is the demonic art of the Blood Demon Sect. What is the difference between using magical art to deal with immortal energy and courting death?

Zhuo Rusui said: Master must be invited here quickly.

Zhao Layue said: The letter has been sent, the real master will arrive tomorrow.

Zhuo Rusui thought to himself that three days had passed, why did the master arrive so slowly? Even if the master is notoriously slow to control the sword, it wouldn't take three days. Then he thought that his master had seriously injured a great devil at the level of Patriarch Xuanyin with a sword of ten thousand miles, and he must have lost a lot of sword energy, and he needed to adjust his breath before he could start.

What he can think of, Zhao Layue can naturally think of too, but what she doesn't understand is that if the head master can't get there, where is Master Jian Lv?

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Another half day passed.

Jing Jiu hadn't woken up yet, the celestial scroll in his left hand became brighter and brighter, and the celestial energy overflowing became more and more intense.

Zhuo Rusui thought that there was no other way, the immortal energy should not be wasted, so he closed his eyes and began to meditate, using the room full of immortal energy to cultivate.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were naturally not in the mood to practice, they sat on the futon in front of the bed, looked at Jing Jiu who was sleeping, and thought silently.

The white cat squatted at Jing Jiu's feet, very honest, and never barked a sound from the beginning to the end.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui knew it was there long ago, but they didn't look at it or pay attention to it.

When my mother was pregnant with me, it was snowing in Chaoge City. The day I was born was the twelfth lunar month, so my name is Zhao Layue.

Zhao Layue looked at the sleeping Jing Jiu and said, In Snowflake, he saw me in mother's womb, so I was the first disciple he chose.

After listening to the long-standing stories told by the Emperor of God and the Monk Duhai, Liu Shisui had vaguely guessed the true origins of some young masters. Now, listening to Zhao Layue's words, she was more certain about her claim that she was the reincarnated disciple designated by Master Jingyang's uncle.

He was silent for a long time before waking up from the extreme shock, and then he realized that the real meaning of Zhao Layue's words should be sorting.

What's there to argue about? When I was at the outer gate of Nansong Pavilion, I watched you wielding a sword in the sky and heard your rumors. I didn't know how many times I called you senior sister. Later, when you became the master of Shenmo Peak, I wanted to call you senior sister...

He thought about these things, but what he said was not like this: My name is Liu Shisui, because I was just ten years old when the young master met me.

Zhao Layue said: If you were three years old when he met you, would you be called Liu Sansui?

Liu Shisui thought to himself, if it was Xia Tian when the young master saw you in the womb in Chaoge City, would you be called Zhao Dashu?

I think so, but I can't say it naturally.

Thinking about the journey from the vegetable garden to Daze, he asked with lingering fear, How did you feel when you first faced the Patriarch alone?

Zhao Layue thought for a while and said, I'm very scared.

There are very few things and people in the world that can make her feel afraid.

But Daoist Taiping is Patriarch Qingshan, a character in the book, and the portrait is still hanging in that small building today.

She is a disciple of Qingshan, and at that time, with one breath, she chased and killed her with a sword, even without end. Now she calms down and thinks about these things again, how can she not be afraid?

She looked at the sleeping Jing Jiu, knowing that he just wanted to make her feel scared, so as to face her true heart.

After leaving Guocheng Temple three days ago, she thought about two problems.

Jing Jiu wanted to leave her outside the Zen hall because she wanted her to chase after the real Taiping and not let him leave.

A few years ago, she had already been able to break through the realm and enter the wandering realm, but Jing Jiu didn't allow it, because he wanted her to find her own way.

Everyone is different, and everyone's path is naturally different.

Just like she is also very good at deduction and calculation, but she can't follow the old road of Taiping and Jingyang, so she can easily reach the end of the road.

Jing Jiu didn't allow her to break through, so he gave her a question.

There is no real answer to this question, until she ignores Jing Jiu's opinion and chooses to break through, this question will be solved naturally.

This meant that neither Jing Jiu nor Jing Jing could influence her choice.

She was born in Xiaoxueli, Chaoge City, and she practiced silently in Jianfeng, both of which carried the meaning of Jingyang. At this moment, she no longer paid attention to Master Jingyang's intentions, cut off his favorite long hair, forced her way through, and truly became herself.

Zhao Layue should have short messy hair, and should be brave and diligent, regardless of it.

This is the answer Jing Jiu wanted her to find.

Zhao Layue looked at Liu Shisui, and thought to herself, what path will you choose in the future?

Liu Shisui didn't know what she was thinking, and he had never thought about the path he should choose. He met her gaze and said worriedly, If the young master can't wake up, or if the fairy really explodes, what should we do?

Zhao Layue thought about it seriously, and said, I'll take it as if it hasn't happened in these years.

Liu Shisui was silent for a while, then said, I might not be able to do it.

Zhao Layue suddenly asked: When he went to your village, why did he live in your house?

Liu Shisui said: Later, I asked Young Master, Young Master, he said that the first time he saw me, he could tell that I had strange bones and extraordinary talents...

Zhao Layue said, Interesting.

Liu Shisui asked, What's interesting?

Zhao Layue said, I don't know.

It was very quiet in the Baishan Zen room.

The God Emperor stood in front of the Buddha statue, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhuo Rusui greedily absorbed the bit of immortal energy that leaked from Jing Jiu's fingers. Even though he was in a state of emptiness with his eyes closed and meditating, the corners of his lips couldn't stop raising, looking very happy.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui talked one after another, and the communication was not particularly smooth. If it was someone else, it might feel a little awkward, but they are very natural. Speaking of which, this is the first time they have talked and chatted so casually, but this is interesting enough.

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Xiao He stood outside the gate of Guocheng Temple, looking at the monk who knew the guest, and wanted to go up to ask, but hesitated.

They have lived in the vegetable garden for many years and are familiar with the monks in the temple. It is easy to enter the temple on weekdays, but today a major event happened in Guocheng Temple, even the officials and wives who came to offer incense were stopped outside, and she was no exception.

A young man walked past her towards the gate of the temple.

Xiao He recognized who the other party was, and was a little surprised.

The man wore a hat on his back, which was a bit too big compared to ordinary hats, and his eyebrows were a bit lighter compared to ordinary people.

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(It took half a year to muster up the courage to decide to have my wisdom teeth extracted today... After listening to the chief doctor’s words, I hesitated for a long time, and finally became a deserter. The wisdom teeth erupted correctly, but they were blocked by the bones. If I wanted to pull them out, I would have to tear them apart. I’m afraid, and I’m sitting at home and thinking about it.)