The grand chanting sound slowly sounded in the sea of knowledge, from small to large, from far to near, Xiao Cong couldn't hear the words in the scriptures clearly, and he couldn't understand the meaning of the scriptures, he just had a feeling, a feeling that was not clear for the time being, but felt very mysterious and strange, he thought that this should also be called edification.

Gradually, he felt that his spirit was beginning to be out of his control, and under the guidance of that wonderful feeling, it was like immersing him in a bucket of warm water at just the right temperature, and some of the things in his body that made him feel contradictory and tangled were slowly being precipitated, and every bone, every flesh and blood was slowly being relaxed, and this process made him feel extremely enjoyable, and it also made him wholeheartedly believe that it was all for his good.

So for the first time after leaving the Xiao family, his body and mind completely let down his guard, allowing himself to be immersed in it, and even losing consciousness.

But he didn't lose consciousness after all, he was like a free fish carefree and leisurely in this half-asleep state, or duckweed drifting with the flow of anything, but his consciousness didn't care which direction it would go, as if the place where the flowing water sent him was also the place he was willing to go, and the only thing that was certain was that in this ineffable process, something mysterious and mysterious appeared in his soul, and it was growing rapidly.

"Is this the direction that the Cloud Mirror Fairy is talking about?"

He didn't know.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of chanting began to get smaller and smaller and more distant, until two or three moments after the sound completely disappeared, Xiao Cong woke up leisurely, at this moment, he felt that he was so real, and when he looked around, there was no confusion and doubts when he first entered the hall before, this was not a strong contrast with Fang Cai's dreamlike comparison, but he suddenly understood that all this was actually unimportant, or rather, there was nothing important in this world, or even meaningless, he suddenly remembered the adventure under the Fengmian Valley, although the truth he realized was not the same as at this time, but after all, it seemed to be the sameThere is no supreme reverence for the way of heaven in the perception here, there is only an understanding of the meaning of the self - there is no meaning in this world, and for yourself, if you feel that he has meaning, he has meaning, no matter what this thing is in the material or spiritual measurement, in your world, you are the only yardstick of all values.

"Is this the direction that the Cloud Mirror Fairy is talking about?"

He knelt on the felt in a daze, quietly thinking about the infatuated lover who had placed his soul on the stump of her husband. Although he still didn't know what the direction of the Cloud Mirror Fairy was talking about, he had a guess about that direction after all, and he didn't dare to think about how terrible it would be if a person sacrificed all his body and mind to the so-called love, but he felt that the Cloud Mirror Fairy was such a person, a poor person who was willing to exchange everything for that last bit of warmth.

Mortals often say that they can't extricate themselves from the depths of love, think about it carefully, there are really a lot of people like this around you, such as the Cloud Mirror Fairy, the old mulberry tree, the father, and Yuwen Feng are even

It's Xingliuyun, they are all using their own unique way to ask for and give the so-called love, just like flowing living water, the flow of love makes their image in Xiao Cong's heart inexplicably become much more vivid at this time, and in contrast, his image has become more and more dry and thin in his heart.

Somehow, I remembered my father's ridicule of me back then,

"After entering the Huitian Daoxuan, I really wiped out the six roots, in my opinion, I am afraid that your six roots have not been born yet, don't worry, take your time, there will be a day." ”

My father was indeed a prophet of the unknown world, and now he had begun to be eager to try the taboo of spiritual practice in the mouth of the former sages with fear, and he wanted to know what this so-called love was and what it was for. The discussion with Hongxiang that night gave him unprecedented courage at this time, and the icing on the cake made him more and more suspicious of the famous words of the former sages, perhaps the so-called love is not a fetter, but a kind of nourishment, which will make the boring and meaningless life more colorful, just like his thoughts about his father and master, isn't it also love?

"The ancients were going to deceive me!" he muttered.

Hongxiang, who had already woken up on the side, had been quietly looking at Xiao Cong, who was motionless and frowning thoughtfully, until Xiao Cong muttered, he gently tugged at the corner of the latter's clothes, and carefully whispered in his ear:

"Brother, people are gone, shouldn't we also go. ”

Xiao Cong turned his head, nodded with a slight lag in his expression, then got up and replied:

"Eun, let's go. ”

Walking out of the scripture hall, I saw that the sun was still shining, the flow of people was still bustling, and there were two completely different atmospheres inside and outside the scripture hall, Xiao Cong was also infected, and his mood became more and more comfortable.

At this time, it was probably close to noon, a dazzling array of food stalls lined up in two rows on the street, shouting one after another, Hongxiang looked left and right, his little head was like a gently swaying wave drum, licking his lips from time to time, half afraid and half envious in his eyes, fortunately, the string in his heart was still tight, and he was not broken by the impulse of foodies.

Xiao Cong saw it in his eyes, smiled on his lips, and said with some ridicule:

"Take what you want, take as much as you want, don't waste it. ”

Hongxiang Baba's small eyes looked at Xiao Cong for a long time, and it was rare to show a little embarrassment, and then grabbed a handful of unknown dried fruits from the snack stall next to him, divided half of them and handed them to Xiao Cong, and said with a bright face:

"Brother, this must be delicious!"

Xiao Cong looked at Hongxiang's childish smiling face in surprise, crying and laughing,

"This little ghost, it's just that he has no interest, and he didn't forget to pull me into the water!"

He smiled and waved his hand, and said:

"I won't eat it, you should eat less, be careful not to spoil your stomach. ”

After saying that, he turned his head and went back.

Hongxiang looked at Xiao Cong with a disapproving face, pouted, probably because he knew that his careful thoughts were seen through by Xiao Cong and felt a little stunned, his little hand pinched a few dried fruits and put them in his mouth, chewed carefully and his face slowly cleared, he smiled, thinking that the taste of this dried fruit was very much in line with his heart, so this guy picked again

A few things were wrapped in paper and chased after Xiao Cong not far ahead.

Circling along the circular street, Xiao Cong found that although the layout of this ancient city looked messy, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was very organized, each circular street has a similar livelihood about life and a general scripture hall, it seems that there are not many idle people here who have a vegetarian meal, everyone is contributing their own strength to everyone's life, but the most important point is that Xiao Cong was surprised to find that there is no army left here, which has to be said to be a strange thing in the historical records of the Xuanzhen world。

"Could it be that relying on these scripture halls alone can ensure that everything here can be lost in internal and external troubles?"

The strange power of the chanting in the prayer hall is undeniable, but I always feel that it is a bit unbelievable to educate all the people in the city and let them live their lives in peace and quiet, and even if we take 10,000 steps back, even if we really educate all the people in the city as if there is no delusion, what about the people outside? Those who have not been enlightened and see the evil intentions of the ancient city without any defense, are they not to worry? Or is there any other secret here that he has not yet seen through, and perhaps the more he goes inside, the more he will see it more clearly.

When Xiao Cong and Hongxiang walked the twelfth ring street, there was no one in front of them, and there was no road, but according to the distance of the twelfth ring street they walked, there should still be a lot of space inside, and it was a black high wall that looked like a seamless one, completely separating it from the twelfth ring street, Xiao Cong walked to the wall, stretched out his hand and touched it for a while, he couldn't feel any abnormality in this wall without spiritual sense, and after a while, he withdrew his hand and sighed.

Lowering his head and raising his head again, his right hand touched his nose, his eyes were intriguing, Xiao Cong looked up, and estimated in his heart that this height was really nothing for him as a master of the star realm, but what he would encounter after crossing the high wall, he really had to weigh it, although this place is not an evil gate, but it is indeed mysterious, and the ghost knows what is hidden under the grand scene of this country and people's peace.

After careful consideration, sharpening the knife and not chopping wood, Xiao Cong decided to "go home" first, go back to inquire more news, and visit again on a later date.

Picking and choosing all the way, his mouth was bulging, Hongxiang followed closely behind Xiao Cong who looked depressed, but he couldn't understand the sorrow in Xiao Cong's heart at all, the painting styles of the two were very different.

This is indeed a tricky question, for he is a newcomer, let alone asking people about things, and he has not even found out where he will spend the night tonight! The place seems to have always been closed, and there is not even a hotel for outsiders.

Walking back to the sixth street slowly and leisurely, Xiao Cong suddenly felt a little tired, so he wanted to find a place to sit, take a sip of tea by the way, look up, and see the red signboard of "Chunxi Garden" hanging more than ten zhang in front of him, which looks a little similar to the signboard of the opera garden outside, so he walked in happily and saw that the figures were sparse, and the tables and chairs full of style and charm were placed very neatly, and the stage

Broad, a few Lingdan in costumes are performing a strange story back and forth with you, not exciting, but it feels a little different.

Xiao Cong took Hongxiang and sat down on a set of tables and chairs placed in the corner, on the table there were tea sets and some pastries served on delicate plates, Hongxiang's mouth has not been idle, at this time I saw Xiao Cong open the upside-down tea bowl, leisurely picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea, knowing that the two were going to sit here for a long time, so they poured all kinds of snacks in their pockets into the plate, mixed with those pastries, and continued to enjoy the tea.

Thin fingers of the cup, lightly, Xiao Cong put down the teacup, changed his expression and turned his eyes back to the stage, seeing that those few Lingdan, you are still coming and going, with a sad face, singing in a clear tone, and looking very elegant in every gesture, presumably performing an elegant story between emperors and generals, talented and beautiful people, and making great efforts in preparation, or maybe it has been performed many times, and the grasp of acting skills is perfect.

After watching it quietly for a while, Xiao Cong understood a little, what Fang Zhitai staged turned out to be not a trivial matter, but a legend of the upper realm, to the effect that a fairy from the upper realm lived in the immortal mansion with his maid after ascending, but lived a mortal-like life in the lower realm, planting grains, weaving linen and spinning steps, and being self-sufficient.

The heart of the upper world is more complicated than the mortal heart of the lower world, the hypocrisy and ugliness hidden under the bones of the fairy wind, she scoffs, even if she is tormented and drowned, she does not want to pay her sincerity in vain, so she is isolated and quietly tastes the dullness of life, and gradually disappears.

Xiao Cong didn't know whether this story was true or not, and he didn't dare to speculate about it based on his own knowledge, because the real experience had changed his thinking born in the classics too much, making him feel more and more that he was actually very ignorant.

But think about the two fairies he has met so far, the Cold Snow Fairy and the Cloud Mirror Fairy, I faintly feel that this is not impossible, the experience of the fairy in the story is slightly better than the Cold Snow Fairy, but I always feel that it is much worse than the Cloud Mirror Fairy, one heart is like stagnant water, one is sad and not depressed, and the last one although he embraced the love of his heart, but he was bent on dying to save the couple, and the moth to the fire was also vigorous, which one lived well, you said that this enlightenment is too boring or the alchemy is too boring, you have to touch the feelings! Isn't this thing even more fascinating than the Supreme Avenue?

"What the hell!"

Aware of the distortion and disrespect in his heart, Xiao Cong couldn't help but take a sip, knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, he doesn't know that he is just guessing nonsense here, this horse is indeed outrageous.

A pot of tea into the stomach, Hongxiang brought in the snacks have also been eaten ** not far from ten, it is not always a way to stay here, can he find out any news here? Looking around, he saw that people were all looking at the stage with relish, all smiling, not even whispering, so respectful of the drama on the stage, the quality of the people here is really not ordinarily high, he rubbed helplessly

Rubbing his forehead, Wan Er laughed, turned his head and said to Hongxiang with a playful face:

"Are you done eating? Let's go out after eating. ”

Hongxiang pouted and looked at Xiao Cong's smiling face with a dissatisfied face, and didn't answer for a long time, it seems that Xiao Cong is not used to making fun of him.

Of course, Xiao Cong would not be stupid to wait for Hongxiang to speak before getting up and leaving, the fact is that after he said this, he began to stand up and turn his head and walk towards the door, because he suddenly wanted to go to a few "good places".

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Magic Book for Respect" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~