"How can I go back?" Chen Huaxuan muttered his head, remembering Jia Jia's so-called prompt, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he didn't understand the meaning of Jia Jia's words until now. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But after being stunned, the old man seemed to have discovered his laziness and angrily scolded: "Stinky boy, what are you doing?

Under this reprimand, the injured monk opened his mouth to help: "Don't be angry, this real person, he has already seen it for me, look at the appearance of the two of you, you know that you have been working for a long time, I think you haven't rested yet, let him rest!"

"Eh, this unproductive boy!" the old man glared at him fiercely, turned away, and went on with his work.

Chen Huaxuan looked at these monks in front of him and each had their own thoughts, it really didn't seem to be something that could be done in an ordinary realm, could this really be Pingzhou City a thousand years ago?

Although he didn't know anything about how to leave, he had the impression that Jia Jia was definitely not the kind of person who would lead people to despair, so Jia Jia would definitely leave them a way back, but the problem was that he was still confused until this time.

After sitting for a long time, I suddenly heard someone say: "What kind of sound is this, I have been buzzing in my ears recently, and I don't know what it is?"

"I heard that an ancient temple was built in the city, probably the sound of the bell, some people said that the use of the art of Qimen Dunjia, people who are destined, no matter how you go, you can meet the ancient temple, I heard that the master of Kunlun built it. ”

"What's in there?"

"Nothing. When I heard it, I thought there would be something good in it, but in fact, I didn't even have half a magic weapon, and I didn't know what the people in Kunlun wanted to do?"

Chen Huaxuan had already been attracted by their conversation, and stood aside without saying a word, listening to the chatter of the two people.

"I heard that there are a few stone statues in it, and my Daomen Sanqing Daode Patriarch enshrines them, but there is also a Buddha statue enshrined in it, and I don't know what it does?"

"Tut-tut, our monks are not mortals after all, those deceased real people have long since disappeared, and they are still enshrined, but they are just for me and other living monks to see. ”

"Reasonable, I don't know what kind of medicine Kunlun sells in the gourd this time?" a monk with a wounded hand gently pressed his wound and sighed, "I can't guess the actions of these big sects, and I don't have the mood to guess what they think." It would be great for us to be free and free to practice all the way. ”

After talking for a while, someone finally noticed Chen Huaxuan, who was standing aside and listening, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey, why do you Kunlun little disciple seem to be very interested in these things?

Chen Huaxuan shook his head, got up, and walked out.

The war between the demon beast and the human cultivator made the whole Pingzhou City look a little flustered, and the smell of panic was everywhere, and the monks who walked in a hurry were all sad, and there were always casualties in the battle. For example, their medical practice is also the most difficult time at this time. The monk is so strange, when he fights with the demon beast, he hopes for peace as soon as possible, when the demon beast is driven out of the main city of Shenzhou, and only dares to operate on the plain of ten thousand beasts, the human cultivator himself provokes a dispute within himself, this is a wonderful reincarnation, hundreds of thousands of years, has not changed, no one can say when this reincarnation began, but it seems to be nature, so to find back and forth.

I don't know how long he walked, Chen Huaxuan looked at the familiar and unfamiliar street scene around him in a daze, and couldn't imagine that a few hours ago he was still in a peaceful Pingzhou City, drinking tea and chatting with Jia Jia and Wei Tan leisurely, but now he was in a daze facing the chaotic battle of Pingzhou City.

With a sigh of relief, at this moment, the sound of several copper bells striking in his ears sounded, one after another, with simplicity and desolation, Chen Huaxuan involuntarily walked towards the source of the sound, and the voice seemed to have an indescribable magic power, guiding the group of cultivators to approach.

The road is strange and familiar, and across the stone bridge on the shore of Xiaojing Lake, a temple appears in front of you. There is no such temple in Pingzhou City, but why does he know that there is not, but this way is so familiar and natural, as if such a temple should be born here. That kind of reason and reality are mixed together in the mind, chaotic, but addictive.

There are no more and no less monks walking towards the temple, but few of them are monks who have seen it on the road, this Pingzhou City, it seems that you can walk into this temple no matter what you do. Chen Huaxuan no longer wants to use his head to think about the Qimen Dunjia here, and there is only one sentence that can sum it up: unbelievable, ingenious.

Walking into the temple, it is very different from the rumors, this is a temple that looks very ordinary, which enshrines the Taoist Sanqing ancestor and the Buddha of Buddhism, the Buddha and the Tao are offered in one place, the original impossible existence becomes possible, the two stone statues are more like a kind of faith, standing here, the incense is not prosperous, there are some monks who come here, but very few people will kneel down and ask for it like a mortal believer.

Many monks pointed at several stone statues with their hands behind their backs: the stone statues here are the ancestors of most monks in the world, but perhaps it is precisely because of being a cultivator that the relationship between people is too clear, nothing more than two: ascension or fall, ascension is not in this realm, the so-called worship is useless, and the fall is completely turned into ashes, sprinkled between heaven and earth, perhaps there have been many stories in a handful of dust.

But it is so clear that few monks today are willing to bow down to these worshippers. Kunlun, as a giant of the righteous path in the world, built a martyr's hall to commemorate the immortal monks, but that is just for future generations to miss, and it is built for love, not anything else.

Chen Huaxuan stood silently in front of several stone statues, watching the monks who came and went for the influence of Qimen Dunjia, unconsciously walked into it, but left, no one saluted the ancestor monks who had been revered and worshiped by these ancient monks, for some reason, Chen Huaxuan felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The ancient monks and today's monks are all cultivators, perhaps the biggest difference lies in the word faith! It is the sword cultivator who has the most faith today, and also retains the most complete ancient sword cultivation etiquette, and when it comes to faith, it is far from being comparable to the ancient monks in those days. I suddenly remembered the reminder that Jia Jia gave him before he entered, "faith first", what is faith, is it faith?

Chen Huaxuan looked up and stared at the stone statues, in the faint wisps of incense smoke, the stone statues seemed a little blurry, and he began to think about the reason why Jia Jia wanted to lay out this soul void, in the final analysis, he still underestimated this monk who was only more than two hundred years old, but young and talented. He thought that being able to use the talent of the spatial spiritual root to re-show the old obsession in front of him was already the limit of this junior, and even he thought that it was quite good to be able to do this, but now it seems that the establishment of the soul void, the so-called root he is still mistaken, maybe this junior is on the sustenance of the soul void, and wants to tell the world that the group of cultivators is far from the case. Suddenly thought of the two islands of the East China Sea and the two families of Shushan, the extravagant and complicated fairy mountain on the two islands of the East China Sea, it is traced back to the origin of the fairy island in the East China Sea, extravagant, spectacular, extreme, beautiful, but in his opinion, compared to Shushan is still slightly inferior, Shushan with a tree shows the essence of Shushan chivalry, simple to unforgettable, but it makes people linger, Wu Zeyun is a master. If Shushan wants to show chivalry, then what about Kunlun? What does she want to express?

Chen Huaxuan's eyes flashed slightly: The royal road. But this is the easiest and most difficult thing to understand in Kunlun, that is, today's Miao Wuhua does not dare to fully say that he is proficient in the essence of the royal road.

All sentient beings, all in the world of the soul of the void, no matter how high you cultivate, you can't easily leave, this is a kind of royal road, but it is also the most superficial one, with the power of people, all sentient beings bow down.

Chen Huaxuan closed his eyes and stared, and he didn't know how long it took, he finally opened his eyes, walked to several stone statues, stood indifferently for a long time, and then, with his knees bent, he knelt down on the futon in front of the stone statues with the greatest salute.

With his hands folded, he closed his eyes and bowed down like a mortal believer whom the monk looked down upon, and the cool contact between his forehead and the stone slab made him feel like he had been enlightened in an instant. The Kunlun of the royal road is not only a kind of oppression of people, that is the most superficial royal road, perhaps a deeper royal road, which refers to here, faith or the belief of Kunlun monks, with the belief in the heart as the cornerstone, will make the group of cultivators willingly dormant, this kind of faith under the effect of willingness, compared to the power of people, is indeed a higher level of the royal road. He Chen Huaxuan is contemptible, and the deepest royal road that he can understand now is probably like this, but he doesn't know what it will be next.

This is probably the essence of burning incense and worshipping before every major event stipulated by the ancestor of Kunlun Song Yuanshan and Kunlun Qixiu in the past, and monks also need to believe, this is just the second layer of the royal road that he Chen Huaxuan understands, but he didn't expect that Lian Jiajia would actually integrate this essence of the royal road into the world of soul void.

Chen Huaxuan looked at the dantian inside, only to feel that the dantian was faintly shiny, like a dusty pearl, and wiped away the dust on the surface bit by bit.

Chen Huaxuan was overjoyed, turned his head to look at the Pingzhou City outside the temple a thousand years ago, and was able to see his deceased master again, and scolded him again, he Chen Huaxuan was already content.

Light incense, kneel and bow three times. A pillar of incense in front of Daozu kowtowed to a thousand-year-old wish. In the realm of soul void, it is enough to go through this experience!

Chen Huaxuan walked out, the sunlight outside was a little dazzling, not far in front of him was Jia Jia and a mottled white-haired Wei Tan drinking tea lightly, this familiar scene, as if he had never left before, Chen Huaxuan sighed lightly: There is still one day, Kunlun Qunxiu is about to arrive in Pingzhou City, this realm of soul void - probably an unexpected joy that no one expected! )