It is known that the Seven Gates of Illustrious Enlightenment are based on the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, specializing in the physiognomy of mortals, how to break it?

Answer.

Destroy the sect first!

The appearance of Song Yin is like a tiger entering a flock, but this tiger still needs to spend some effort to explore the terrain, but this time it is different, Gongmingle is a leading party, or an unusual leading party.

As long as he appears, the local sect ecology, humanities and landforms will basically be described, and with the encyclopedia in Song Yin's hand, as long as the eye can see, there is basically nothing to hide.

Three-phase door, happy door, fire door, taboo yin door, mourning door, ropeway door.

Along the way, the six gates were destroyed, and what these six gates represented was also the things that appeared in the hearts of mortals.

Lustful love rings, festive luxury, anger and majesty, disgust and jealousy, mourning and contemplation, and greed and desire are all the hearts of mortals.

And what each sect leaves behind is also wood with different emotions.

Now in Dayue, there is still the last evil sect left-Huayan Sect.

This time, it is no longer Gong Mingle leading the way, but Zhang Feixuan.

Since yesterday, he has started to lead the way, unlike Gongmingle's kind of trip that obviously wants to be slow, but is forced to speed up, Zhang Feixuan is walking very slowly at this time.

That is, a mortal speed, but others are also willing to accompany Zhang Feixuan to walk here, and no one will urge him.

"Senior brother, look at that forest, when I was a child, I remember that I came to play, and there were roe deer in it."

Zhang Feixuan pointed to the forest on the side half with nostalgia and half excitement, and said to Song Yin nearby.

This is his hometown.

As a young man, he lived here.

After the forest, there is a river, the level of which is gentle and smooth.

Looking at the opposite side on the riverbank, you can faintly see a tall tower on the opposite bank.

Standing on the shore, Zhang Feixuan, who was still a little excited, suddenly fell silent.

"Senior brother."

He said in a deep voice: "That tower was also there before. When I was a child, this tower has always been here, known as Zhenjiang Tower, with this tower, the river will not flood."

After that, he smiled and said softly: "Later, when the flood came, the tower was washed away in the first place, and now it is being built again?"

Across this river, it is where Huayan Gate is, and it is also where Zhang Feixuan's house is.

Song Yin glanced at the river and made sure that there were no traces of demons, it was just the most ordinary river.

But even this river flooded with disasters, and it also harmed countless people.

The most important thing is that this is not a simple natural disaster, it is intentional and man-made.

"Senior brother, let's go over." Zhang Feixuan said, rolled up a cloud of blood mist, and flew towards the opposite bank.

This big river, the only people who can block it are mortals and Wang Qizheng.

"Third Senior Brother, I'll take you"

"Look down on Lao Tzu!"

Before Sun Jiubei finished speaking, Wang Qizheng raised his eyebrows, directly rejected his kindness, kicked his feet on the ground, turned into a low-altitude meteor in the air, and actually jumped over.

This kind of river, in fact, is not very big, even if it is a mortal, a good swimmer can swim back and forth.

On the other side, the pagoda is even clearer.

This pagoda is repaired at a glance, especially in the middle section, there are obvious traces of splicing, the upper half of the position is a little old, the sewing is the majority, the lower half of the position is very new, but because it is too new, so it can be seen that it is spliced.

"In the flood back then, the first thing to suffer was the pagoda, and the time has passed, and it has been repaired."

Zhang Feixuan's eyes showed an inexplicable look, "Is anyone living in it?"

If someone can repair it, it means that someone has moved in again.

This is not unusual.

He's been too long from that.

When he was dying, he was only sixteen or seventeen, and after so many years of cultivation, plus more than thirty years after his senior brother came, it was almost a hundred years.

For so long, it was just a city that had been flooded, and it must have been inhabited.

After the pagoda, the city is located.

The city is close to the river, but it has walls on all sides, and it does not set up a wharf because it is close to the water, but falls far beyond the river.

In Zhang Feixuan's memory, the pagoda was inhabited, there was a wharf back then, and it was a building after the wharf.

But now in this place, even the roads have become wilderness, Zhang Feixuan stood there, suddenly closed his eyes, the wilderness in front of him changed, becoming a road, and it seemed that he could still hear the sound of selling aquatic products and carrying bags on the dock in his ears.

He sighed softly, and went on until he came to the city, and then froze.

In his memory, the location of this city is where his home is, and now

He reached out and touched the city wall, then shook his head and said, "Things are not people."

In the past 100 years, from prosperity to ruins, and from ruins to populated land, this time, even two generations from children to old age.

No matter how much Zhang Feixuan thought about this scene as it was yesterday, he had to admit it. Time is not the same to them as it is to mortals.

"Don't you see it?" Song Yin said.

"Nope. There's no need, the people here aren't the people they were back then. Zhang Feixuan squeezed out a little smile.

"That's why we need to be firm in our faith."

Song Yin patted Zhang Feixuan's shoulder and said: "The time of cultivators is different from the time of mortals, maybe we have done something that has aroused the gratitude of mortals, maybe it is for you to remember, but what you remember is just the mortals at that time, it was their faces." When you come again, this mortal may be different and different, and over time, people will become numb. ”

"Cultivators are also human beings, this is understandable, so we have to look at it from other eyes, mortals we have to look at, but the environment in which mortals live, the things they do, and the folk customs they bring up, are also what we want to see, I call it civilization, and only by going to see this thing can we be firm in our original intention and not be numb."

Zhang Feixuan's reaction was reasonable, and Song Yin could expect it.

When he went out of the customs, Zuo Yizhi, a businessman who had bowed to him, also died.

No matter how you use pills to recuperate, how to maintain your body, a person's longevity is limited.

What's more, Zuo Yizhi is a person who has suffered from the poison of the evil way, even if the pill has the sequelae, but it itself has fallen into deficit, and it is common for new mortals whose lifespan is not as good as that of Daqian.

Song Yin has also encountered things that are not human, and as time goes by, it is foreseeable that Yao Ningqing and Su Yougen will not be able to accompany him for long.

The mortals who witnessed them from nothing to the desolate mountains to the Great Dry Land will eventually disappear.

It must be numb.

No matter how strong that person's mind is, there will be a day when he becomes numb, so Song Yin invented this method.

Not only look at the people, but also look at the humanistic style, and look at the civilization created by the great people. in order to ensure that its original intention remains unchanged.

(End of chapter)