Now, Jiang Changan is the only one left on the roof, and there is a wisp of soul that only he can see.

Mo Cang learned from the appearance of the King of Qiding, sat on the stone bench and flicked the dust that did not exist on his knees, and smiled with deep meaning: "Farmer...... Are you so afraid of getting dirty?"

Jiang Changan sneered and was silent.

"Boy, why don't you speak? This king of Qiding actually disregarded his son's life and death for the safety of his master, and his loyalty is really rare to see in a thousand years. The deities all feel rare, hehe...... When everything is done, loyalty is right, and if it is too much, it will appear false. ”

Jiang Changan still didn't speak, closed his eyes again, the breeze was comfortable, scratching the tip of his nose, this comfortable feeling was addictive.

"Protect Mr. Jiang. ”

This is a sentence left by the King of Qiding before leaving, and there are ten personal guards left behind, all of whom are elite soldiers and fierce generals.

At this moment, the entire Moon Viewing Building was completely crazy, and countless people almost knelt down and kowtowed to beg to meet the Open Heaven Master!

Jiang Chang'an's three words swept through Yongjing like a tornado, and the direct consequence was that the entire street had no place to stay, and it was full of people, looking down from top to bottom, the black pressure was like a colony of ants, they looked up, among them were the surrounding residents, and most of them were cultivators who came to visit.

Even the threshold of the Daonan Academy's Santian Academy was about to be broken, even if Ji Que angrily declared several times that the Santian Academy and even the entire Daonan Academy no longer had anything to do with this demon Dao, there was still an endless stream of people visiting every day, wanting to see the place where the Heavenly Master practiced. There are even some scholars who come to the Casting Courtyard and copy the words "Great Dao Reward Diligence" on the stone, thinking that there must be some kind of mysterious Tao Yun hidden in it.

The scary thing is that this madness continues to spread outward. Danger is also with fame, in just a few hours, the value of this young Heaven Enlightener has increased by leaps and bounds, and he has become the top ten killers in the Eastern Spirit Kingdom.

And this protagonist, who has haunted countless people's dreams, is leaning on the Taishi chair, falling asleep lightly, and I don't know what kind of sweet dreams I had, the corners of my mouth are slightly raised, and the smile is lingering.

Is Jiang Changan powerful? At least there was no word powerful in his evaluation of himself, but his luck was just a little bit better than others, and there was Ling Wujian on the first day of the Ice Phoenix Clan's Dongzhou and the most prestigious commander in Dongzhou, Yancheng Qiding King, who promoted him for free, and his luck was not good?

......

The night is falling, and the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

Xia Zhouguo, Biheng Mountain.

This is the birthplace of the Cave of Compassion.

Mountains and mountains, covered with vigorous green pines and cypresses, the mountain wind blows, lined up pine waves, in this night and strive to look, just like the real wave hitting the shore, the sound of the waves never stops, in the center of the god but very quiet.

It's just that recently, this sect that was once able to compete with the state religion of Xia Zhou has suffered a heavy blow, the contemporary holy aunt has died tragically, the holy woman has violated the taboo, the younger generation in the door has suffered countless deaths and injuries, and even the pilgrims who go up the mountain are much less.

Biheng Mountain, dry Zen Peak, Huaxin Cave.

In the cave is sitting a woman in white, her long hair is scattered on her back, and her white clothes are embroidered with pink plum blossoms like spots, sitting on a purple futon, her eyes are tightly closed, but her eyes are constantly trembling, and fine beads of sweat keep drilling, covering her forehead and wetting her back.

It was a kind old man, with a thin face, a dark complexion, and a pair of charitable eyes under a faint brow. What is surprising is that she did not have long hair, but had already cut it, leaving only half an inch long, and her short hair was like a layer of white frost on the top of her head. Even if there are deep wrinkles depicted on his face, it is not difficult to see that the old man has exquisite facial features, and he still has the demeanor of a young man, and he must have been a beauty before.

But now a pair of big eyes have sunk deeply, the teeth in the mouth have almost been stripped off, a pair of rough hands are crawling with earthworm-like blood vessels, and the weather-beaten face is full of wrinkles, recording the vicissitudes of time.

She was small and thin, dressed in a faded gray robe, with a pair of brown cloth boots, and was sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the cave with a bamboo broom. Leaning on his back, although he is already old, he still walks vigorously. The broom-wielding hands were weak but powerful, but they didn't move much, and the leaves seemed to be swept up by the wind and rolled to the old roots of a big tree in front of the cave.

The white deer was lying under the tree, as if it was suffering from some serious illness, and no longer whispered.

"Ahem!"

Lu Qinghan's hands were suddenly bounced away by the misaligned spiritual power in his body, the corners of his mouth coughed up a trace of bright red, his eyes were wooden, and his back leaned against the stone wall again, supporting him to continue to practice with his eyes closed, and the entire stone wall was soaked into a dark brown.

On the top of the stone wall, four sentences are written in half-length Juanxiu handwriting: "The true person enters the fixed view, and the body and mind are dusty, and they see that they have been defiled and evil, just like the color painting bottle." ”

At the foot of the ground, the same handwriting and the same size also read: "Seeking all desires often arises from hope, and if all desires fail, they are as troubled as arrows." ”

Finally, after several repeated temptations, she leaned against the stone wall exhausted, her expression misty, and her whole body soaked with sweat.

After a short rest, she gritted her teeth and wanted to try again. But I heard the old man outside the cave say: "Lotte knows fate, no joy and worry-free, wonderful, and endless." ”

She wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and asked, "Auntie, what is it ...... What is mortal mind? You ask me if I have a mortal heart shaken, but no one has ever really taught me, what is mortal mind, how terrible is it, why is everyone afraid of me?"

"They don't teach because they're afraid you'll know, but because they don't even know what it means to be mortal. The old woman smiled, the wrinkles on her whole face were pulled together, she straightened up and hammered the back of her waist, more kind: "'Pure heart has never moved the dojo, and it really becomes a pure land'." That's what they want to see, but no one can do it. ”

"Auntie can't do it either?"

The old woman chuckled and shook her head.

Lu Qinghan smoothed the green silk on his forehead, there was no longer the cold calm in his eyes, and then asked: "What they don't know, why are they afraid of me touching it?" They don't know whether the result is good or bad!"

"The waves are monstrous, the people who set up the boat are not afraid, but the people outside the ship are very afraid, some people scold during the banquet, the people at the banquet don't care, but the outsiders are speechless, the world is like this, the world is like this. ”

"The disciple still doesn't understand, what is the mortal mind, how can the disciple know if the mortal heart is flickering?"

The old woman smiled, "But there is one question. ”

"What's the problem?" Lu Qinghan's heart moved, and his jade fingers supported the stone wall and stood up hard.

The old woman raised her hand and pointed to the four lines of poetry on the top of the cave, and then to the four lines at her feet: "If you were to write, where would you write?"

"Outside the cave on both sides. ”

"Write what?"

"Huaguo Mountain is a blessed land, and the water curtain cave is a cave. ”

At this moment, the saint wailed.