Chapter 200: Absolute Thoughts

"Master?" Jue Nian looked at the master's look of pity, but he didn't understand why, so he asked, "I don't know what the disciple is wrong?"

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, this chess game is not yet complete, and let Poor Dao give it a try. Saying that, but I didn't see what the old man did, I saw that he held a white piece on his right hand, aimed at the hinterland of the sunspot and shot away, looking at the old man's move, looking left and right and not finding any mystery, just according to the direction he originally thought of to continue to put down the sunspot attack, the old man is not in a hurry, every white son will resolve a sunspot offensive, slowly the sunspot's offensive is no longer as frequent as at the beginning, and the white son is gradually connected, occupying some important places on the chessboard, although at the beginning it was just a spark, but once it was connected, there was a tendency to fight against the sunspotThe old man stroked his beard and looked at what he did with a smile.

Jue Nian held the sunspot in his hand, but he didn't move, staring at the chess game in front of him with a pair of eyes, he couldn't understand why the chess game that he wouldn't lose would be turned around in a few rounds, and the chess pieces in front of him seemed to be no longer chess pieces, but transformed into real people. A real general, as if this chessboard is a battlefield, and I saw the scenes of the year in front of my eyes, at first it was just a rebellion in Yanjing, but after all, I still underestimated my uncle, and was deceived by his appearance, just like the chess game in front of me, it was already too late when I saw everything clearly, thinking about the Jin Ge Iron Horse under Jinling City at that time, the originally prosperous Jinling City was shrouded in fear, Jinling City was full of terrible roars, At the moment when Zhu Di's army broke through the city gate, the fire light illuminated the streets and alleys of Jinling City, it was destined to be a sleepless night, countless families became separated, and countless officials and ministers who were originally comfortable suddenly became Zhu Di's cruel knife souls; They were just alone around them, they didn't complain, they didn't rush up to ask for their lives, they just wandered alone, alone, and saw only a trace of desolation from the eyes that met with them from time to time.

A roar came from the throat of Jue Nian, Jue Nian couldn't figure out that he was just inspired to be a benevolent monarch, unwilling to embark on the cruel road of his grandfather, and unwilling to let the court be at the mercy of the four vassal kings, but he didn't expect it to be like this in the end; If it weren't for the flick just now, I'm afraid that the desperate thought would have gone mad and entered the side road. ”

"Still can't let go?" the old man didn't care about what he said, but just asked the question he cared about.

After hearing this, Jue Nian's face darkened, and he nodded lightly for a long time, and the old man looked at Jue Nian kindly, but he was muttering in his mouth, "What do you mean by naming Jue Nian, Jue Nian, and Poor Dao?"

Jue Nian's face was straight, his hands were folded, and he replied respectfully, "Never go to the dust, forget the past, concentrate on my way, purify my heart, do not fight for the past, and let go of the fetters." Jue Nian said word by word.

The old man closed his eyes slightly and nodded gently, "The source of all things, starting from the idea of desperation, and getting rid of the thoughts of dust, can we forget the past, and only by forgetting the past can we concentrate on cultivating the Tao, and only then can we purify my heart, so as to achieve no contention and no thoughts, and finally be able to achieve the great success of cultivation and universalize the world." The old man considered every word, but it was a warning to the world, which made a trace of shame and sweat on his face.

Jue Nian stepped forward and said with a lot of guilt in his heart, "Thank you Master for your order, Jue Nian will definitely concentrate on cultivating from now on, and will no longer disturb his mood for other things." With that, he waved his thoughts and turned to his quiet room.

The old man looked at the departing figure of Absolute Thought, as if he was whispering with pity, "Alas, this knot of Absolute Thought's heart can only be resolved by himself, otherwise it will inevitably cause a catastrophe in the future." As he spoke, the old man also walked away step by step.

"Master" Suddenly, the Taoist priest behind the old man stopped the old man, "There is one more thing that the disciple doesn't understand, this time the Aoba real person sent a hero post, seeing that the time of the Wudang Alliance is not far away, I don't know what the master is going to do?"

"Absolute Heart, why are we waiting for the monastery?" the old man stopped and looked back at the Absolute Heart behind him, his face as kind as before.

"For my Tao can universalize all sentient beings, and for the Sanqing Zunyan can find a way out for the lost people in this world. Said respectfully.

"In that case, then what happened to the Wudang Alliance this time?" the old man still inquired about the introduction.

He replied truthfully, "In order to destroy the Demon Dao, return my martial arts to a quiet place." ”

"The people who are influenced by the Three Qings, regardless of good and evil, as long as they are related to the Venerable One, they are all the people that the Venerable One wants to influence, since all living beings in this world are equal, why should they deprive others of their lives?

"Yes, master, the disciple seems to understand a little. "I carefully understood what the White Crane Daoist said, and there seemed to be some understanding in my heart, but it was still not obvious.

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On the Wudang Yuxu Palace, a thin figure meditated under the Sanqing Venerable, and a disciple in a Taoist robe stood behind him, I don't know how long he had been waiting, but there was no boredom on his face, and finally the thin figure opened his eyes, stood up, waved the dust, and floated in front of the disciple in the robe, "Yuanting, how are the various sects?"

The disciple replied carefully, "Back to the real person in charge, the head of the beggar gang Yin, the abbot of Shaolin Kongwen Master, the abbot of Putian Shaolin Jieyuan, the predecessor of Tang Sect Tang Hu, the head of the Qingcheng faction Xu Chengfeng, the master of Emei Hanzhi, the head of the Huashan faction Hao and the young master of the Sword Killing Villa, Shen Xie, as well as the Shenjiaomen and Kongtong factions, have all arrived, but there are still the Baihe real people of Jinling Baiyun Temple and the old predecessors of Chengdu Changfeng Dart Bureau Fang Haoyan have not yet arrived. ”

After listening to what Zhang Yuanting said, Aoba knew a little bit about the matter between the Changfeng Dart Bureau and the Divine Leg Gate, and now that the Divine Leg Gate has arrived, it is reasonable that the Changfeng Dart Bureau has not arrived, and Aoba has been friends with the White Crane for so many years, and he also knows that the White Crane will not come to participate in this kind of thing, so he didn't care, and ordered as usual, "Since all the factions have arrived, then everything will start as usual tomorrow." ”