Who is that voice? Could it all be a trap? Could it be that the old voice is talking about Lu Zi?

A series of questions appeared in Wu Qiutian's heart, this time the soul wandering outside the world was too terrifying, and some shocking things made him a little confused.

It's as if you've touched on some secret, and it's as if you don't know anything.

Does heaven and earth really exist, and is it a living creature?

More and more confused, more and more hesitant, he felt that everything he was doing now was so pale and powerless, and there was nowhere to find the root cause.

If everything is a game, then he is a chess piece in the game, and everyone in heaven and earth is the black and white son in this game of chess.

I thought about it, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep peacefully, but I had no answer to my dreams, and finally I had to hide my doubts deep in my heart and no longer be entangled.

It was only at this moment that he had the idea of revealing this secret, and he had the urge to break the veil of mystery even if it was the thickest barrier between heaven and earth.

But he also knows that he doesn't have this strength now, only when his strength gets higher and higher, the more things he can touch, and he is qualified to know more secrets.

I can't sleep left and right, so I just get up, of course, not to practice, but to go out for a stroll. The Wumen exercises are very strange, and meditation and practice cannot make people break through at all, but only make people fall into an endless quagmire.

In the middle of the night, people were quiet, there was a sound of dogs barking in the distance, and a few horse neighing came from the stable of the small inn next door, and the old man who played the watch at the door of the rich man on the street, and spat it disdainfully, expressing his dissatisfaction with the rich man in the dark.

A few gray mice came out of the small hole on the side of the street, looking around vigilantly, for fear of the existence of heaven and earth cats.

In the hazy moonlight, there seems to be a little more light.

Wu Qiutian, who was standing at the window and watching, flew out of the window, and the light stopped in one place, looking in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

As the distance got closer and closer, Wu Qiutian was surprised to find that it was actually a monk wearing a monk's robe lighting a lamp and tearing a chicken leg on the roof of the highest main building in the City Lord's Mansion. There are several large jars on his left hand, and you don't need to look at them to know that they are wine jars.

Smiling slightly, he was about to leave, but he saw the monk set his eyes on him, you must know that he had completely disappeared into the darkness at this time, and he was wearing black clothes, so the monk was unlikely to find his whereabouts in terms of eyesight.

The monk patted his right hand, raised the chicken leg in his hand, and motioned for him to go up.

The direction pointed by the chicken leg was exactly the same, Wu Qiutian waited for a while, and saw that no one else appeared, so he appeared and flew into the air.

When the monk saw him come out, he ignored him, and threw a jar of wine into the air. The wine jar kept spinning in the air, and it was dark again, Wu Qiutian stretched out his hand to grab it, almost didn't catch it, and after barely stabilizing the shaking wine jar, the wine spilled out a lot, and the fragrance was fragrant.

The monk muttered while chewing on the chicken legs: "Violent destruction of heavenly things, young people just don't know how to cherish them." ”

"Why is the senior drinking alone here?" Wu Qiutian took a sip of wine and asked.

The wine is a good wine, although the taste is strange, the taste is very good, there is the vicissitudes of Mobei, the wine is as strong as fire, and it burns in the throat, but after the burning, it is warm all over.

The wine is delicious, but people are not very easy to get along with, the monk touched his bald head: "What is the back of the senior, the old monk doesn't care so much, if you want to drink, drink with me, don't talk so much nonsense." ”

"Okay! just drink!" Wu Qiutian didn't say a word, and poured another sip of wine.

"Aren't you afraid that I will poison the wine? Young people are not vigilant, and it is not easy to practice. The old monk didn't mean to share the plate of chicken behind him with Wu Qiutian, and grabbed a piece of chicken wings and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wu Qiutian didn't speak, drank with his head bored, took out half a roast pig from the storage bag, and ate to himself.

Seeing the roast pig, the monk swallowed saliva and threw the chicken bones on the roof: "Little guy, talk to you!"

Wu Qiu Tiandao: "Didn't my predecessors not let me speak?"

The old monk laughed: "Not bad, interesting, I like it." What's the point of dry drinking, it's not a big deal to talk about it together. There is a sinister anger between your eyebrows, and the old monk doesn't want to listen to your complaints, so he won't let you speak. ”

Wu Qiutian smiled bitterly: "You and I meet in Pingshui, even if there is a complaint, I will not tell you." ”

The old monk reached out and picked up a piece of roast pork and threw it into his mouth, chewing it vigorously, and the sound of smashing it spread far away in the night sky.

After eating a piece and taking a piece, he didn't need Wu Qiutian's consent at all, and he said vaguely: "This world needs a few strange listeners, some things can be said to strangers, but not to those close to him. ”

"Are you telling the truth?" Wu Qiutian laughed.

"Well, the son can be taught, come and come, drink and drink, and if you don't get drunk today, you won't return. The old monk seemed to be very happy, and kept grabbing the roast pork in Wu Qiutian's hand, and while talking and laughing, the roast pork was almost bottoming out.

Wu Qiutian smiled and said nothing, and took out a plate of roast pork again, these things were also thanks to a certain foodie, if it weren't for the foodie's idea of wanting to eat from time to time, he wouldn't have put it in the storage bag like this.

Seeing him take out another plate, the old monk's face smiled like a daisy: "Everyone is drunk and I am sober, the world is turbid, I am alone, the wine is sad, the intestines are broken, and there is no sorrow!"

This seems to be saying to himself, and it is like saying it to Wu Qiutian.

After drinking a jar of wine, most of the wine in the wine jar of Wu Qiutian was left, and the old monk raised his eyebrows: "Young man, you speak well, but you are not kind to do things." The poor monks have already drunk a jar, and your kid is still drinking one bite at a time, don't you look down on the poor monks!"

Wu Qiu Tian said: "This wine is too strong to drink." ”

The old monk's eyes were profound: "Men should be strong, ride strong horses, drink strong wine, and play strong women." A good young man, only cares about greed for life and fear of death, the life of my generation of monks, even if God wants to take it away, you also have to weigh whether you have this ability, what are you afraid of. When the sky falls, there are people with high cultivation on top, and when the earth sinks, there are people with lower cultivation than you to fill in, and you are afraid of a bird. ”

"Dare to ask if the predecessors are from Buddhism?" The old monk's words made Wu Qiutian feel a sense of sudden enlightenment, the power of heaven and earth, ordinary people can't bear it, but it can also be said that it is also an ordinary person, if you become a person who is not an ordinary person, what can heaven and earth do to me?

"Phew, don't compare the poor monks with those bald donkeys, the old man is a person who has gone through the intestines with wine and meat, and the Buddha has gone to the side. Those big and small bald donkeys make people kind every day, but secretly they only know how to do things that hurt nature and reason, and there is no comparison. At the mention of Shimen, the old monk seemed to be very unhappy.

But he is dressed as a monk, whether it is the monk's robe on his body, the incense scar on his head, or the self-proclaimed title of a poor monk, it makes people think that he is an out-and-out monk.

Of course, he eats meat and drinks wine, which is somewhat inconsistent with the rules of Buddhism, but Buddhism has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are many monks who drink and meat, maybe he is one of them.

"Let's go, I don't drink happily, but I provoke some preaching, you should pour yourself a drink slowly! The younger generation is very busy, and I don't have so much time to accompany you to the mountains. Wu Qiutian shrugged his shoulders, and the conversation with the old monk gave him a little understanding, he didn't really want to leave, he just didn't want to be led by the nose, and he wanted the old monk to finish what he wanted to say in one breath.

Sure enough, the old monk shook his head and stopped him: "Stop, the old man hasn't finished speaking, you have to leave, look down on the old man?"

Wu Qiu Tiandao: "Non-juniors look down on their seniors, it's really that the seniors don't take the juniors in their eyes at all, so the seniors say some innocuous words, mixed with some truths that point out the juniors, and the juniors are stupid and can't understand it." ”

The old monk stood up and threw the last piece of roast pork on the plate into his mouth: "Grandma, what are the children doing with ghosts." Lao Tzu came out to tell you that some things are true if you don't see them with your eyes, and you can't hear them with your ears to be true, and only when you really reach that height and experience it yourself can you determine whether it's true or false. The world is black and white, the world is like a chess piece, you are already very lucky, you can be a chess piece, thousands of ordinary people do not even have the opportunity to be a chess piece. Maybe one day you will unravel the mystery of the so-called Heavenly Dao yourself, and you will find that everything is illusory, and you are not anyone's pawn, or you may say that everything in the world is a pawn of the Dao. ”

Wu Qiutian opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, the old monk had disappeared without a trace.

Except for the mess of cups and plates on the roof, which proved that the old monk once existed, there was no evidence of his existence.

Standing on the high roof, the witch and the gods of the heavens wandered out of the sky, the Tao, what the hell is the Tao, is the heaven and the earth not the formulators of the Tao, is it that even the existence of heaven and earth is only the bearer of the Tao?

At night, still as quiet as water, calm without a trace of waves, Wu Qiutian stood there, like a stone statue that did not move, the breeze blew his clothes, bringing the sound of hunting to the night sky.

A small figure stared at him from a distance, where the little figure was, it was the snow dyeing workshop, white as jade between the ten fingers pinched a small mirror, the young man in the mirror was as black as ink, and his face was resolute and gentle.

He's not him, he's a lot like him, and she can't tell if this person is him or is it him?

The little figure is no one else, it is the little girl Zitong who has some grievances for Wu Qiutian, in the final analysis, she still hasn't forgotten Yang Lang, the similarity between Wu Qiutian and Yang Lang has made her heart like an ancient well for thousands of years, setting off a lot of ripples.

One is inquiring about the way of heaven, and the other is thinking about Lang Jun, the two people are doing completely different things, but they have the same purpose.

The sky is slightly bright, Wu Qiutian has already made a decision, whether the way of heaven is the so-called Tao or not, he has to work hard to pursue it, even if there is an abyss in front of him, even if the front is full of thorns, he has no hesitation.