"I shouldn't regret it, I don't want to be in the water—"

The water has dried up as early as a hundred years ago, with the age of Yu Guhuai, it is said that he went to the water to wash, that is, he has not seen this big river that goes around the city and goes straight to the wilderness. To be precise, there are no rivers left in the city, and it is not possible to get water by drilling wells everywhere. Only by digging wells along the banks of the Bahai River will there be some water available. And the irrigation of those farmlands outside the city can only pray to the gods and ancestors to rain and dew.

"Lao Ji, have you written it down?"

"Write down everything you can. ”

Looking at the mirage, Yu Guhuai was different from those who stood in place, or were at a loss, or were speechless because of shock, or wanted to make a difference, he and Ji Le were turning their heads and leaving. As before, he walked and trembled, and the clothes of Ji Lezheng hung on him so ill-fitting that he looked like a broken and prodigal beggar. What is different from the past is that this time he left, he did not provoke Pei Hanyang, nor did he provoke Pei Hanyan. Just humming that weird little tune, and not looking back.

The mirage disappeared, and the spirit dissipated. All that remained was the clear glow of the stars and the lights in the distance. Outside Fushou Mountain, all the excitement of tonight has faded from all colors, buried under the thick black sky, silent.

Suddenly, a ray of morning light rose from the ground in the distance, reflecting the Holy Radiance Dome and beginning to envelop the sky in its eternal form. Looking at the dome that radiated a bright light and shrouded the four fields again, many people's hearts finally settled down again.

When the sun was like the wheel of the gods, it was rising, and Pei Daojun's eyes shrank. I saw that under the big sun, there was a black figure floating in the air for more than ten feet. This person faces the rising sun, with his back to the temple hall, his long hair is flying, and he is dressed in the grand and strange ceremonial dress of Fushou Mountain, with big sleeves fluttering. The new sage who is prostrate at his feet, and the many praying untouchables of Fushou Mountain have been dead for a long time. His demeanor is quiet and peaceful, pious and determined. It is very different from the miserable and miserable slums in the past, as if going through all kinds of miserable conditions in the hell of Abi.

Pei Daojun saw Xiang Huaishan's dress that was far different from that of ordinary people in Fushou Mountain, and his smile rose from his face like the morning sun, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

This man is already a dead man.

Pei Daojun understood, and everyone also understood, Xiang Huaishan's dress showed his endgame. As the person selected to pray for the blessing of Fushoushan Town, he will inevitably die or live after praying, if he had known that the enlightened person was like this, everyone would not have wasted time, energy, or even life on such a dead person. So everyone suddenly felt bored, and when they saw Pei Daojun leaving, they all left one after another. Only Wu Shu and his entourage were still in place, bowing and saluting, watching the people of the temple gradually disappear at the end of the long street.

Xiang Huaishan was dressed in the ceremonial dress of praying for the blessing of Fushoushan Town, and an inexplicable force rose from the altar under his feet to hold him in the air, and the big day in front of him seemed to be reaching, and he didn't know how big it was. When he returned to his senses, Xiang Huaishan saw a completely different world, even different from the world shown in the mirage.

After Xiang Huaishan saw Zhuang Yuntan, he was worried, open his heart, no life and death, no interests, no each other, no heaven and earth, no everything, this kind of joy and openness that looks down on everything, in the chest and a mighty spirit wants to erupt out, so he let go of the shape of the skeleton and sang to the sky. The more you sing, the more rolling waves sweep from all over your body. At the moment of sudden penetration, the senses are lost, and the scenes in the world have faded into color, chaos and confusion. A glimmer of light appeared, a shining star, leaping out of nothingness, and with a flicker, it took a few steps closer. At first, I didn't feel it, but when the star got closer and closer, it became bigger and bigger, and then I knew that it was a flicker, and the distance should be measured in tens of millions of miles, not a few steps.

When the stars occupy all the field of vision, above the stars, there is confusion and fog. Suddenly, a little yellow light hit the fog like a meteor. The stars are like a jade cup covered in mist, and after being washed with water, it is clear and exquisite. After a while, the clouds and fog on it cleared, and the scene could be seen in real life.

Xiang Huaishan to see the grass and trees above the stars, the beasts are in groups, the mountains are handsome, the peaks are stacked and green, and there are curling smoke in the meantime, light a little incense, and there are more longitudinal and horizontal, fertile fields are all tilted, as if you can experience the chicken and dog smell each other, the fishing song answers each other, and the fun of the child.

This is what the world should be!

If the joy in Xiang Huaishan's heart was like a bud about to bloom, when he saw the situation here, the bud had fully bloomed. The joy of hearing the Tao is the true seed of the Great Dao!

This is the way of the world! The way of running in the world should be like this, light and natural, and not stained with dust.

The brand of the avenue is reflected in the heart at this moment, from the heart into God, and from God to heaven and earth!

Taoism is natural.

When these four words inexplicably appeared in Xiang Huaishan's heart, he noticed that his heart trembled slightly, and he began to suffer from gains and losses for no reason. This is called a whim, heaven and man induction. Sure enough, I saw that the sword light flashed, and the stars were divided into two, half of which sank into chaos, and half of which was taken by the big hand. The heavenly fire swept over, and above the remaining half of the stars, the sea was boiling, the waves were like fury, the strange peaks and mountains were swaying, and the towering ancient trees on them were like flying like chaotic hair. And the people between the green tiles and white walls were like ants, stumbling and struggling to survive. Then, everything suddenly came to a standstill, and a huge palm fell from the sky, slapping the half of the star into a flat ground, and a semicircular layer of clear light shrouded in it. On the clear glow mask, the original appearance of this half of the star was unbelievably preserved, and it was preserved in an ethereal image.

Suddenly, several runes fell from the sky, smashing to the ground like meteors. After scattering a handful of dust particles that shimmered with a cold basket light, the big hand dissipated.

There was a loud bang, and the wrath in Xiang Huaishan's chest was like the engulfing heavenly fire, finally burning everything in front of him. When the light in front of him dimmed a little, he could see, and he saw the sun rising on the horizon, and the sun burned on his face.

The moist air was filling the chest of Huaishan again, and just as the light blue water of the Shenhai was full, and nine white saplings with a glowing blue light grew on the shore, sinking and floating with the gentle lapping of the waves.

Xiang Huaishan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and suddenly an unusually familiar aura came from the ruins of the long street. Turning his head, a strange mummy stood in the shadows, while a man in black next to him sat casually and lazily on the ground bathing in the morning sun. Xiang Huaishan didn't recognize this person, but he knew the breath of this person, which had the same root and origin as the yellow meteor that opened the scene of the stars in the illusion.

"In the lower direction of Huaishan, the benevolent brother is polite. "Bow to the end of Huaishan.

Yuan Zhen opened his eyes a little reluctantly, looking at the young man in front of him who had just opened his mind, dressed in ceremonial gifts, solemn and humble. Seeing that his face is like a jade in the water, his eyebrows are like the leaves of a sword and bamboo, his forehead is like a rhino drum, his eyes are like bright stars, his nose is like a shrug, and his lips are like fat, he really does not look like a slum born with ghosts everywhere.

"Brother Xie Ren opened the obstacle for me and lit the light. It's a pity that time is running out, otherwise I would have done my best to repay it!"

Yuan Zhen looked at the slum barrier behind Huaishan, but saw that the barrier had long been silent, and it had dissipated invisibly.

"This is Yuan Zhaoyi. ”

"Miss Zhaoyi. ”

"Oh?" Won-jeong suddenly began to rejoice, "Under Won-jeong." ”

"Brother Yuan. ”

"I forgot a lot of things, and I don't remember anything about Fushou Mountain. However, I have indeed benefited from your "Heavenly Drum and Red Dragon Song", so you don't have to thank me. ”

"Is it the Song of the Red Dragon of the Heavenly Drum? ”

"Brother Xiang, Brother Yuan. Today is the time for the meeting, why don't the three of us find a restaurant to talk freely?" Seeing that Yuanzhen was a little careless, and Xiang Huaishan looked at himself and was indifferent, Wu Shu didn't care.

Yuan Zhen stood up, bowed slightly to Xiang Huaishan, turned around and left slowly with his hands behind his back, the ringing around his waist was jingling, pleasant to the ear. Xiang Huaishan looked at Yuan Zhen's back respectfully again, and also nodded to Wu Shu and said, "Brother Wu, I am a sage and saint in Fushou Mountain, and the mountain people have many calamities, so it is inconvenient to accompany them." Leave. ”

"Brother Xiang, there are still martyrs in this place, why don't you let them go to reincarnation with your Fushou Mountain death?"

"After three days, please come to Fushou Mountain to watch the ceremony. Xiang Huaishan raised his hands, lowered his eyes, took a few steps back, and escaped into Fushou Mountain.

The black-robed entourage beside Wu Shu saw Xiang Huaishan and Yuan Zhen leaving, and they also dispersed, but Wu Shu just glanced at it twice and smiled faintly, "Our brother Xiang, after opening his mind, he really transformed amazingly. "He's dying anyway. It's only half a year away from praying for blessings in the prison, how long can he be refreshed?" Wu Shu looked at the only entourage who was following him, and suddenly asked, "Did you say Xiang Huaishan recognized it?"

Wu Shu asked this brainless question, waved his robe, laughed and left, leaving only the black-clothed entourage who stood frozen on the spot, and his hands and feet were even more at a loss. He suddenly raised his head and shouted to Wu Shu's back, "My name is Kuang Jixi!" Before long, when he saw Wu Shu walking away, he trotted a few steps to follow, and the appearance of following the same trend made his already much thinner figure than Wu Shu appear even lower.

Yuan Zhen walked on the long street in the cold early morning, watching the tall and majestic body of the Zhishi Hall illuminated by the morning sun, as if it was a holy snow-capped mountain rising from the flat ground. He suddenly thought, if he could stand on the roof of the Zhishi Palace, he wondered if he would be able to see through this Holy Light Dome and see the vast world beyond it?

The people of the world have long regarded the Zhishi Temple as a holy place, and there is no way to raise the slightest disrespectful thought in their hearts. It's not that this place is sacred, but that the authority of the temple has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the power and class it represents have long suppressed them. Like Yuanzhen, there is no one in the world who thinks of going to the roof of the Zhishi Hall to see the world.

Yuan Zhen came up with this idea just because he saw that the Zhishi Hall was located at the highest point in the city of Tangzhou, and he could see the farthest.

When the glow of the morning sun shone into the dense and row-lined secular city built around the twelve halls of the temple, two thick and distant bells rang from the Zhishi Hall in a row, rolling to the sky like thunder.

Yuan Zhen suddenly looked back and looked at the blazing white sun that hung in the long sky. The few clouds in the sky that have not yet had time to dissipate seem to be burnt firewood with embers, and shrouded in the dome of holy light emitting a vivid yellow light, the flock of black birds that hurriedly fly in the sky, I don't know if they are returning to their nests, or going out on patrol?

In this situation, although it is the rising sun, where is the appearance of all things rising towards the rising sun, this is clearly dusk!