Facing the snowflakes that fell one after another, Qingya and his party returned to Chang'an again. When I go, the autumn leaves fall all over the city, the boundless trees fall Xiao Xiao, and when I return, the snow is full of Chang'an Road, and I have two white heads with plum blossoms.

At the beginning of December, it is snowing heavily, and around this time is the most likely day of the year to snow. No, what greeted them back today was the snow that had fallen all night.

In winter, Suzaku Street, which used to be bustling and bustling, is much more relaxed. On such days, people usually stay at home, light a charcoal fire to keep warm, and quietly wait for spring to come.

Walking into the West Market, there is a burst of aroma of stir-fried pepper and salt. After the pepper and salt are cooled out of the pot, people will spread it on the inside and outside of the fish, meat, and poultry, put it into the tank to marinate for half a moon, take it out and hang it under the eaves to dry, just time to bring the unique flavor to the wise people, but also indicates that the new year is coming.

And when I first came to the city inhabited by modern humans, the white dragon who lived 10,000 years ago was particularly excited. At that time, human beings still lived in natural caves, and when they woke up, they were lined with many pavilions, even if it was the dojo on the fairy mountain back then, it was nothing more than that.

She suddenly realized that humans were indeed a great race, and that they were pitifully weak compared to gods and demons, and that at that time, a heavy rain could take their lives.

But after 10,000 years, the fairy road disappeared, the gods and demons retreated, and countless races disappeared in the long river of history, and only human beings passed on from generation to generation.

For the vast majority of people, spiritual practice is not their only goal, and although their life span is short, they can leave countless brilliant memories in these hundred years.

Now, they have built the palace that once belonged to the immortals, so what will the human world be like in another 10,000 years?

Di Xi wandered in the sky above Chang'an City, as the former king of the dragon clan, she set her eyes on the majestic palace at a glance, and she didn't expect that human beings after 10,000 years would know their preferences so well, only such a palace would be worthy of their identity.

Therefore, she came to Qingya's side and seriously proposed to enter the palace. So, it took Qingya half an hour, from being ordered by heaven to explain the laws of the world, and finally dispelled her idea of "the emperor takes turns, come to my house today". Although it was only a breeze to do it all with her strength.

After several months of not returning, pushing open the chai door of the small courtyard, everything in the courtyard has not changed at all, here is still stuck at a point in time, regardless of the wind, frost, rain and snow, in the memory of the old man, the two tenants of the family have never traveled far.

The long-closed door was opened, a pair of big red gilt candles were still placed on the high hall, and a bed of mandarin ducks was neatly stacked at the head of the bed, as if tonight was the night of a couple of candles in the cave room.

These days are running around, and the last spearhead is once again pointed at the deep palace, and it seems that if you want to solve this last mystery, you have to go on a trip to the imperial city.

At night, the snow has not abated for a day and a night, and the bustling night market has been canceled, and there is silence in the criss-crossing streets, except for the rustle of snowflakes, like spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.

Hua Qing'er asked for a copper pot from Qixia's mansion, and walked through the streets and alleys in the West Market, and before nightfall, she pushed open the wooden door of the small courtyard with a full basket of vegetables.

Candles flickered in the room, and a copper pot on the table was boiling hot, and the broth in the pot was the essence of the hen, pig's trotters, scallops, fish maw and other ingredients that had been boiled all afternoon, and mushrooms and spices added a mountain flavor to the soup base.

The snowflake-patterned lamb is placed in the pot for about a snap of fingers, and after seven or eight strokes, the bright red lamb will be scooped up at the moment of cooking, dipped in a little sauce, and the delicate fat aroma mixed with the soft taste after the mouth is endless.

It is said that cultivators should not be nostalgic for the grains of the world, but if you have to deliberately avoid even the most basic needs of a person, then what is the point of cultivating immortals.

Therefore, Shizun never hides her appetite, and while cultivating to reach the peak, she also learned a good cooking skill from somewhere. No, for more than half a year since going down the mountain, Qingya has been thinking about the three meals a day on the Shaking Light Peak.

In the world, the scenery is like a screen, and there are too many things worth doing in the rolling red dust, such as wine, flowers and dew, and people like jade. When you go to the poor place of water, it is better to take heaven and earth as a bed quilt, take the rivers and lakes as wine, and drink a cup with the world.

Those monks who devote their lives to the ruthless path of immortals, they have a long life, but they do not live as well as mortals in the world.

The life of a mortal is short, but he has also had a carefree childhood, the sweetness of two loves, and the happiness of a smooth career and the joy of old age. And most of the monks spend their years in the same cultivation. Then on the way to the treasure hunt, it fell, or it ran out of time and finally disappeared.

Fortunately, Liu Bailu never told Qingya what the cultivation path should be, she felt that a teenager should have the appearance of a teenager, fresh clothes and angry horses, happy rivers and lakes.

After nightfall, the snow in Chang'an fell even heavier.

Qingya blew out the candle early, and after ending the trip to the Polar Ridge, he finally had time to consolidate the cultivation that he had been improving for a long time, and before he knew it, he had come to the bottleneck of the sevenfold foundation building again.

On this ordinary snowy night, Qingya used the aura in his body to run in the meridians as usual, and many things changed on this night.

Daming Palace, Hanyuan Palace, the candle flame illuminates the Golden Palace more brilliantly, but there is no one in this huge hall, only on the top of the dragon chair, there is an emperor who hides his face in the dark shadow.

The news of the Mo Family's Nine Fierce Devouring Soul Array had reached his ears early, and at this moment, he was holding a volume of secret orders in his right hand, hesitating whether to send it out.

After pondering for a long time, he finally lifted the golden dragon dragon head carved on the right arm of the dragon chair and pressed his thumb on the cross-section of the dragon head. After a while, I saw a pitch-black passage slowly open under the dragon's head that was originally blocked, and the emperor's raised right hand hesitated for a moment again, and finally threw the secret order in his hand into the passage.

Whether it is an ordinary dynasty or the hegemony of cultivators, the ruler's power over the central government has always been strengthened, and the Son of Heaven is eager to know all the information under this world, so he has privately formed an intelligence organization that directly obeys his orders. Responsible for spying on all the intelligence of the world for the emperor, including the daily words and deeds of all courtiers.

At the same time, this talented and well-trained team will also bypass everyone's eyes and solve some unknown things for the emperor at the behest of the emperor.

The Emperor shuffled off the dragon chair and slowly walked to the front of the Hanyuan Palace, he seemed to be even older than the time Qingya came to the palace a few months ago.

He looked at the layers of palace walls with a cloudy gaze, and he knew that under this prosperity, this layer was brewing a storm that was enough to overturn this Daming Palace.

Three hundred years is already on the verge of the end for an ordinary dynasty, this time, will Fuxia be able to survive this catastrophe and move towards the next glory?

In the west of Chang'an City, under the shade of dense maple trees, ancient temples loom in the background. Of course, in this season of falling leaves and withering branches, the mountain temple is more reflective of its treasure solemnity.

Fuxia has always respected the Buddha, the first emperor in memory of his mother so built a thousand pagodas here, since then, it has also become a holy place for the royal Buddha.

The Great Ci'en Temple is full of incense all year round, and the sound of chanting and chanting Buddha resounds day and night. After Master Xuanzang returned from his westward journey, the emperor specially built a square cone seven-layer floating temple with a height of about 20 zhang in the Great Ci'en Temple, called the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, which enshrined the Buddhist scriptures, Buddha statues, relics and other treasures brought back by Master Xuanzang from Tianzhu, Master Xuanzang also lived here for a long time to translate the scriptures, and praised the Mahayana Buddhism for the world.

Later, after completing his mission to spread the Dharma, Venerable Xuanzang embarked on a journey to seek Buddha again, and this time, no one knew where he had gone.

Some people say that Xuanzang was originally the reincarnation of the golden cicada under the Buddha's throne, and after experiencing calamities in the world, his merits were complete, and he had become a Buddha and ascended to heaven, and returned to the Western Elysium.

Some people also say that he met a monkey, a pig, a dragon and a water monster on the way to the west, and the four of them converted to Buddhism after being selected by Xuanzang, and the five masters and apprentices set off again and traveled all over the world.

Tonight, the snow outside the Daxiong Hall is getting heavier and heavier, Buddhist scriptures are recited one after another, and the smell of candles and incense makes people's mood unconsciously calm.

After the unitary hour, the monks who came to do the evening class changed again, and the Zen master of Kongsha put his palms together with one hand, and he could sense that something had taken advantage of the heavy snow to enter Chang'an City.

Heavy snow will cover all the footprints left behind, wind and frost will blow away the smell they emit, and in a few days, Chang'an will be in danger again.

"Amitabha."

Kongshi looked up at the golden body of the Buddha statue sitting upright and above, the Buddha held his fingers in one hand and the flower in the other, and lowered his eyebrows, as if he was taking pity on the world.

If the Buddha really has a spirit, are you willing to open your eyes, take a look at this world, and rescue the thousands of people in Chang'an City from fire and water.

I don't know how many times I recited the Buddhist scriptures in my mouth, and the monks cultivate the next life in this life, but if I can't help Chang'an survive this catastrophe in this life, what is the use of cultivating in the next life, the Buddha, the disciple is dull, and I implore the Buddha to guide me through the maze.

"Everything in the world has a certain number, if Fu Xia really can't survive this catastrophe, it's not your fault, manpower is sometimes poor, you don't have to take all the responsibility on your shoulders."

The person who spoke was a monk with a crane hair and a childish face, his eyes were like torches, and he seemed to be able to see all the doubts in the world, and it was the master of the Zen Master Kongsha, the Venerable Kasya.

"Master, back then, the King of the Earth Bodhisattva made a grand wish, hell is not empty, he vows not to become a Buddha, all sentient beings have been exhausted, and Bodhi has been proven. The disciple is ashamed, but he is also willing to be like a bodhisattva, the world suffers from the karmic fire of the ten directions, if there is no one to cross, I am willing to give up my life. ”

After that, he detained the five bodies in front of the Buddha and sincerely asked the Buddha to give him the wisdom and strength to help everything.

"Idiot, idiot, Amitabha."

Venerable Kasa looked up at the sky, and in the snow, he seemed to see the past again, and there was still a not-too-distant future.