In this world, there are seven kingdoms and courts that have been prosperous for a long time, there are children of the rivers and lakes who are happy to enmity and hatred, and naturally there are hundreds of schools of thought sitting and discussing.

Since the beginning of the Great Zhou Dynasty of the unification of the world thousands of years ago, the Great Dao View and the Academy have been Confucianism and Taoism, thousands of years later, the Academy and the Great Dao View are still located in the land of the Later Zhou Dynasty, but the Academy emphasizes a difference between birth and accession, and the Avenue View has always been like the old man fishing, as a wall view of the world's changes, emphasizing a rule by doing nothing, doing nothing to say.

The avenue view is located, is the height of the spiritual mountain, the spiritual mountain is steep, if the heart is not quiet people want to go up, after climbing to the top is only in vain, so the mountaineering emphasizes a quiet heart, the avenue view has predecessors once said: "If the heart is not quiet, then nothing can be done, and if nothing is done, there is no hatred, so the heart is not quiet and does not choose what you want, and you choose to hate." ”

In the mountains of Lingshan, at this time, there is a person wearing a robe, standing step by step, wanting to climb the mountain quietly, and if there is an old pilgrim or a disciple of the Great Daoguan more than 20 years ago, the person will recognize this person at a glance, it is the great disciple of the former Great Daoguan - Duan Fengxi.

There is an incense burner on the avenue view, the incense burner rises and the smoke curls, there is a person Duan Chungang number as "viewing the sea", has compared himself to the idle clouds and wild cranes, this number is self-made in the east of the Jieshi to view the deep meaning of the sea, the Taoist is old, the temples have a slightly white hair color, both hands hold a fishing rod, the line goes straight into the white clouds between the dogs.

The old Tao has long been out of charge of internal things, and occasionally lectures and talks about martial arts, but only on a whim, he sits on the platform of the avenue and talks eloquently, and when he talks about it, he can't help but mention the big apprentice he received at the beginning, and the good business is booming, and the old Tao is also dancing.

If there was a good way of transporting people at that time, and could meet the old way to explain the sign, it was even more eager to pull the old way to talk to him about the way of life, there was a scholar who went up the mountain, and wrote a poem after going down the mountain, praising the old Taoist view of the sea, and then passed to the ears of the old Tao, and the mouth of the old Taoist smile was almost hung behind the ears.

The poem says: "The dog eats in the middle of the mountain, and the fishing Lao Suo is idle every day." There are five cars in the abdomen to gather, and the table has the vicissitudes of life. There is no class in cultivating the truth, and Wu Ke is a sage who drinks and laughs. The apprentices under the door are a hundred faces, and only the big apprentices are more immortal than the real immortals. ”

It's just that Lao Dao once drank the hearty wine of the lotus seeds brewed on the mountain, and he said to himself: "That poem is good, fortunately it is not to praise me, but fortunately there is my big disciple who is better than the real immortal." "The old Tao has a heart knot, Duan Fengxi goes down the mountain and does not go up the knot, a big disciple who has been brought up by the old Tao since he was a child, as a son of his own son, because of the rigid door rules, the Great Dao View does not do the world, so he stubbornly goes down the mountain, but the old man on the mountain is also stubborn, resigned from the Taoist view and did not do it, changed the rules, since then the Great Dao View has no distinction between entering and leaving the world, and there is no fun of the master and apprentice in the view The two people laughed and talked.

The world can see the many disciples of the Great Daoguan descending the mountain, the so-called real people who preach the doctrine everywhere in the world from chaos to peace, listen to the "Old Dao of the Great Dao" sung by the readers, and hear the birds crying gracefully in the mountains, and the cicadas singing, but it is difficult to see the appearance of the old Taoist real people, and it is difficult to hear the voices of the old people thinking about the disciples.

The farthest is the wandering road, with thousands of mountains and rivers, full of twists and turns, and the most difficult is the road home, one step is certain, full of suffering. Bitterness is longing, and bitterness is choking and sourness in the throat.

The young monk must take a step, look up, there is a trace of thread dangling, choked in the throat and wanted to make a sound, but endured the soreness of his eyes, his hands can no longer be closed, and he remembered that the kind face once said a sentence: "Idiot, if you want to go, you should go out to see when you grow up, the old rules in this view are not suitable for young people, remember to come back and see when you are tired, for the teacher to fish in this mountain every day after the day, play with the dogs, give you a silk thread to guide the way, I know, if you come back, the first one must want to see me." Lao Dao stroked his beard and smiled, watching the young man who was in high spirits go down the mountain, the young man did not look back, and did not dare to look back, he was afraid to look back and see the reluctance and sadness in Lao Dao's eyes.

Cultivating the truth, cultivating the Tao, this "truth" is the truth of people, this "way" is the way of man, if the Buddha can still fold his hands and recite Amitabha Buddha when he is in love, then what kind of person is this Buddha, cultivating the Tao, practicing martial arts, reading, you have to be a real person first, this is the old Taoist to the Tao, at this time, the Tao, silent tears two lines, feet like a thousand pounds.

Lao Dao had a thought, put down the fishing rod, got up and walked down the steps, and when he saw the man who also had the wind and frost mark on his face, he blinked, wiped his face with his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "It's good to come back." ”

Duan Fengxi, once closed his mouth to practice meditation, Feng learned martial arts and went down the mountain, and now he sees the old man, tears and joy.

Lao Dao walked quickly, holding Duan Fengxi's shoulders with both hands: "Let's go, go back to my small thatched house, I'll take some of the lotus seed wine you loved to drink back then, I'll tell you, I picked a lot of green dates in front of the house, and it just so happens that one person can't eat enough, so we just use it for wine." Lao Dao took Duan Fengxi's hand and wanted to go up the mountain, but found that he couldn't pull it.

After thinking for a while, Lao Dao continued: "I only left one of the rules of the Great Daoguan, and I have a good heart." ”

Duan Fengxi burst into tears, smiling as he did back then, and the two joined hands to go to the Taoist temple.

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Big thunder sound temple, there was a thunder and leave a voice, the sound of the Buddha's chanting is like spring thunder, around the beam three feet and endlessly, between the eighteen Arhats at this time, before the hundred thousand monks, there is an old drunkard standing quietly, in front of the old drunkard, there is a sweeping old monk to put down the broom.

"Amitabha, the Buddha has a good fate, donor, has the butcher knife been put down?" The old monk folded his hands, his face was compassionate, and his two white eyebrows rose with the wind, floating to the back, like the appearance of catkins rising from the wind.

Seeing this scene, the old drunkard smiled and replied: "The butcher knife is about to be picked up, old man, I am here to thank you for planting the Buddha fate for me back then." ”

The old monk was silent, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

At that time, there was a Jianghu person, in order to pull back the brother who was robbed of the soul by the immortal, forcibly fought with the immortal, went mad, and seriously injured the beauty with a palm, the beauty blood aroused a trace of Buddha nature given by the Leiyin Temple a few years ago, and pulled back the sanity of the Jianghu people, although the grief was mixed but could not recover the beauty of the Jianghu people, but the demon body was achieved under the great sorrow and anger, and the martial arts realm was like a broken bamboo, transcendent and close to the sacred.

When the old drunkard thought of this, he just made a gesture of compassion, folded his hands and said something to the old monk that made some monks feel like a cloud: "His mother's life has come, but the true Buddha is sitting in his heart, contemplating himself at ease, and his own feelings are at ease." I didn't understand the truth of these bullshit back then, and I was just a butcher, and I didn't come here today to see anything like this, but to borrow the flowers of the past and worship today's Buddha. You made me cherish the people in front of me back then, but in fact, where did the people in front of me cherish it, cherish it day and night, cherish it every day, cherish it night and night, and always feel that it is not enough after losing. ”

The old monk also looked compassionate, and recited a Buddha name in his mouth, "If it has come, it has come." ”

If it has come, there is a butcher knife behind the old drunkard, who is the god of killing in the Western Desert, there is a picture of compassion with his hands folded, he is a true Buddha and Bodhisattva, and there is a picture that is still hidden, but he can vaguely see that it is a woman who is smiling and smiling. Except for the looming woman in the middle, the other two phases, whether they are the murderous god or the compassionate Bodhisattva, look carefully, the face is the same as the old drunkard, do not respect the Buddha and the devil, only respect themselves in the heart, whether it is the Buddha or the devil, the two phases are just to protect her.

The old drunkard turned around, this time, he had seen the true Buddha, picked up the hatred in his heart, and temporarily let go of the hatred in his heart, and understood the rules, that is, he had become a Buddha.

The old monk also turned around and chanted with the eighteen arhats and the hundreds of thousands of monks: "Amitabha." ”

There is still a Buddha in the world, the Buddha can ask the way of heaven, the old drunkard out of the big thunder sound temple, there is a rush to the crown of heaven with the courage of anger, but thinking of some unfinished things, a faint sigh: "If you can't do it perfectly, you can't do it perfectly, I have entered the peak, and I have gone down to the peak." ”

The old drunkard borrowed the Buddha's appearance, is already a rare opponent in the world, but let go of this peak momentum is also calm, only to see the Buddha and the woman re-enter the old drunkard's body, but overflow a few points of golden light, sprinkled to the world, most of them stayed in some monks of the Great Leiyin Temple, the old drunkard picked up a pot of wine in his arms, took a sip, smashed his mouth, all the way to the east, the West Desert has been done, and the West Chu is not finished.

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There is a lonely grave in Xichu, a dilapidated house, a woman lying underground, and a man with strong remorse.

The old drunkard put a jar of wine next to the lonely grave, and the mud seal had not yet been opened, and the old drunkard remembered the woman back then, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hang a wry smile.

Why did he go on a step with Wang Anshan at that time, to find the bottom of it, the young girl has a bit of charm that she had back then, it should be the main reason, as for how Wang Anshan asked Ye Lingtan for justice, what kind of romantic deeds did the sixth on the martial arts list have in the past, I never wanted to care about it, after all, after so many years of coming to the rivers and lakes and the court, the old drunkard has seen a lot of romantic characters, is there still a few?

Back then, the most intoxicating thing in this world is the regret of the year, that in green clothes, in order to prevent the mad self from making a big killing, stop in front of the delirious self at the time, go to the heart of the mother's heart, I only remember that I was angry at the time, and I was almost beaten by my brother to the point of discouragement, fainted, and when I woke up, she was lying in her arms.

You could have stood in my way, why, why couldn't you bear to hurt me at that time? The old drunkard had no tears in the corners of his eyes, but they were moist and red, and there was a bloody breath in his mouth that could not be concealed.

"If I die, can Qing take care of myself?" At that time, the green clothes looked at himself with a smile and asked, almost making himself feel painful.

I don't want this martial arts realm, I can leave behind my ambitions and fame, I can also put down the butcher's knife and not return to the Western Desert, but I can't even have you anymore, what else can I do?

The old drunkard shook his head desperately, and the last thing he said to her was: "There are thousands of lives in the world, how can you weigh half of it?"

She smiled and shook her head, her mouth open but silent, and the old drunkard could see the word she wanted to say, "nerd".

Yes, I'm just a fool, but you have great kindness in your heart, I will do good, I have traveled all over the world, north and south of the river, and have never carried a knife to do anything slaughtering, people like Song Xiaoxiao, how can I only save one? Chen Chen's kid was burdened with the luck of the Chu State, so I took him to travel, this world is in the world, and finally after keeping this luck for Western Chu, I may be a little tired, I went to the Heavenly Palace to free my brother, and I entered the Heavenly Gate to ask for justice to the heavens for you, how about it?

The old drunkard sat in front of the grave and thought a lot, but when he finally put down the jar of wine and left, there were only four words in his mind, I miss you.

The old drunkard wanted to take a sip of the wine of the year, but he thought silently in his mind, but he still refused to drink the wine, because it was still in the world, and after drinking it, he would never worry about it again.

Where did so many romances come from in this world, the so-called romance must have great sorrow and joy, and great compassion is often more lined with romance, what is there to stand at the head of the tide in this world, I would rather I be just an ordinary man, with you enough to comfort my life.

The old drunkard looked at the lonely grave, there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, the mirror was like a flower, and there were always people who refused to wake up, at this time there was only one phase left behind the old drunkard, and the woman was gentle and smiling.

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Green jujube wine, in this cool autumn is a big pleasure, Duan Fengxi just smiled, but did not make a sound, his eyes looked at the face of the old Tao, listening to the old Taoist talk about the interesting things in the Taoist temple over the years, from time to time touching the bowl and drinking it all.

"Fengxi, who are you practicing this closed-mouth meditation to ask questions?" Lao Dao closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled a turbid breath.

Duan Fengxi knew the fiery eyes of the old way, and he didn't want to deceive the old way, so he pointed to his heart with his finger, then looked up at the sky, dipped his hand in lotus seed wine, and wrote four words on the table: "How can there be immortals?"

Lao Dao felt something, it should be for the original woman, how many men have hatred and regret, all because of the shadow in their hearts. Lao Dao was already a little drunk, and only slightly supported his forehead: "I don't know what it feels like to have a woman who is concerned in my heart, but this question should be asked, and it should be asked with the most direct reason." ”

Duan Fengxi nodded, he came here to tell Lao Dao, I have to go, I have to go, he was always afraid that Lao Dao would not agree when he came, but now when he heard Lao Dao's words, he only felt that the depression in his heart had been untied a lot, and he was drunk in his heart, and his snoring gradually sounded.

Lao Dao smiled, then looked at Duan Fengxi's face seriously, remembering the naughty little Taoist priest a long time ago, so he said softly: "Even if you want to ask, someone has to ask together, people hug each other, that anger is enough." Lao Dao drank another bowl, and his eyes were fixed on Duan Fengxi, in his eyes, being with the eldest disciple he cared about the most was the biggest interesting thing in the world.

Closing his eyes, Lao Dao gently stroked Duan Fengxi's head with his hand, and when the qi was pulled, he saw the old dream.

Ten years ago, the person should be a half-crippled soul, half a heavenly immortal, and the other half is the person who was robbed of his soul.

The woman was smiling in the temple, and her eldest apprentice was plowing a small vegetable garden outside the temple, and the man walked towards the Taoist temple.

Duan Fengxi felt that the visitor was not good, put down the hoe, and asked where the guest came from.

The man simply pointed to the sky with his finger and then stepped forward to fight.

The rest of the old Tao couldn't bear to look at it anymore, the woman died calmly, and kept looking at Duan Fengxi, the smile on the corner of her mouth was still thick, the most worried thing in this world before she died, but the man who was willing to stay with her.

The woman in this world is the yin of yin and yang, and the man in the world is the yang of yin and yang, who is rigid and protects yin. So there are many women in the world who die movingly, for the heart stealer, there are men who bear the power of heaven, and dare to die calmly, between yin and yang, it is fearless. But there are one or two exceptions to the yin and the yin in the yin, and there are exceptions to all the laws in the world, and it is the exceptional people and exceptional things that have the bright stars of the rivers and lakes.

"Luck in the world, is the heaven so calm?" Lao Dao whispered, his Taoist robe had no wind to rise, at this time Lao Dao looked farther out of the house, looked at the cloud heavenly palace in the west of Chu, and looked at the looming gate to heaven: "Heaven knows that there is an old Taoist Duan Chungang in the world?"

The old way is not old, there is anger between the eyebrows, and he wants to ask the sky with a question.

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There are celestial beings above the heavenly palace, and on the side of the celestial people, there are heavy grievances.

Xuanyuan Ce's brows were furrowed, his body trembled, and on his side, there were many disciples or worshippers above the Heavenly Palace with worried faces. Xuanyuan Ce waved his hand, and everyone withdrew from the hall like a tidal wave.

At this time, his brows were furrowed, and Xuanyuan Ce had a clear shadow in front of him that was exactly the same as his face, but the clear shadow was full of anger, and there were faint chains through Qing Ying's whole body, but Xuanyuan Ce had a calm face.

"Don't look at me like that, you have to know that I won't let you disperse until you fully integrate into me, otherwise how can I make this body really listen to me?" Xuanyuan Ce's black robe rose with the wind, and there was sarcasm in his smile, but also a little pity.

Na Qingying sneered: "My brother has a knife, which can cut the heavens, believe me, you will have a headache when you see it." ”

Xuanyuan Ce's index finger and thumb of his right hand rubbed lightly, and he sneered: "The people who guard the gate of heaven are also considered heavenly people, I want to see how ordinary people kill heaven and people." ”

Qingying seems to use his fingers to remember people, as if he is talking to himself, and it also seems to be ironic about Xuanyuan Ce: "Yes, ordinary people, since decades ago, there is an account related to the Li family brothers, although the star of the Li Ram is bleak, there is still the Southern Tang Dynasty martial artist Li Gongyi, not to mention myself, the old butcher's knife has never disappointed the brothers, as for me, your panicked layout ten years ago led to a big loss of your luck, and the luck that you forcibly "borrowed" from that woman is also time to pay it back." Qingying frowned slightly, the chain penetrated the soul, and it still made people have a headache.

"I haven't heard of them, but I look at them like ants. Xuanyuan Ce shook his head, as if he felt that Qingying was a little annoying, and flicked it back into his body with a light gesture with his hand.

I forgot how long ago, this world was originally a chess piece in the eyes of the heavenly people, but by chance I found that the chess pieces did not attack each other, began to look higher, began to look at the door of heaven that mortals could not reach, the people of the world seemed to have become a party, with chess players, began to play with the heavenly people, so they had their own mortal attack.

I still remember what the man said when he let himself go down to earth: "You are my chess, you have to let people have heaven and man in the world, and you have to let those individuals know that people can't fight with the sky." ”

Xuanyuan Ce closed his eyes and thought about it, as if he remembered the black-robed old man Li Gongyang, who was said to be the reincarnation of Wenqu in the sky, and Li Gongyi, a martial artist in the Southern Tang Dynasty who covered his face with a half-mask from the heavenly martial arts, which made the person behind him very unhappy.

That poor woman was the most innocent, and before she even allowed herself to descend to earth, she was removed by a decree of heaven by the mortals in the heavenly palace.

The laughter gradually rose, as if mocking the ants competing with the sky, and as if he was pitying some poor people, perhaps that poor person was himself.

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The Southern Tang Dynasty Star Viewing Pavilion, sitting here is no longer the deceased black-robed old man, Li Gongyi stood there, looking at the stars in the Star Viewing Pavilion, thinking about the words that his brother had said to him.

At that time, I did resent my brother for not protecting her, but I just resented it, what qualifications do you so-called celestials have to participate in my family affairs, I Li Gongyi has an artistic conception, called Tianwen.

At this time, there is no wind in the cabinet, but there are faint flying leaves, Li Gongyi closed his eyes, after opening his eyes, Li Gongyi has been extraordinary, but the momentum is rising, Brother Wang, I heard that you have a question, it just so happens that I also have a question, I don't know when you ask the sky, ask this justice is in the hearts of the people.

Those people, there are servile people in the heavenly palace, then let me be righteous, let me be righteous, let you see what the world has its own iron bones, and there are still martial arts in the rivers and lakes.

Li Gongyi once entered the rivers and lakes, but he didn't let his world-class elegance show the opportunity to the woman he wanted to show, so he hated his brother who thought he was pregnant with his own selfishness and wanted to assist the emperor to rule the world for a long time, and hated why he didn't protect that woman. But later, he found out that he was wrong, my brother, I can only hate it, and I can mock it, what qualifications do you so-called celestials have?

Under the half-mask, it is difficult to hide the world's elegance.

The beauty is soft and soft, so the hero is full of tears, and the road is endless, and the children of the rivers and lakes will make that river of spring water, flowing to the sky.