The Path Toward Heaven

(Thanks to Shuyou 20171025 ... the unremarkable comment later, the original text of those few sentences was Lu Xun's prose poems, a few sentences in such a warrior, in such a situation, no one can hear the battle, peace and peace ... Thank you)

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Jing Jiu should be able to stop Shi Fengchen's suicide, but he didn't.

Not because there is no need, but because Shi Fengchen said his last sentence when he saw the last sentence in his eyes.

He understood Shi Fengchen's anger and hatred towards the monks, although not sympathetic.

He also didn't want to ask about the painful past in his life.

Life and death are the biggest.

He will respect.

Then let the deceased get the death ending.

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The courtyard is quiet.

The sun moved away, and the two skinny chickens pecked the shadow on the ground weakly.

I don't know when, the courtyard door was pushed open again.

"Master, today's cabbage bacon fried bacon!"

Wang Xiaoming came in with a limp, put the bacon on the grinding table, and stretched his feet to kick the two thin chickens into the cage to prevent them from pecking the bacon.

"Last time you said that the cabbage moss is a bit old, but this time it is very tender."

He happily brought the cabbage moss into the house, wanting Master to take a look first.

A crackling sound.

Cabbage moss landed on the ground and spread out like real flowers.

His legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Ah ... Ah ... Master!"

There was a miserable cry in the room.

His crying was unpleasant.

Crying is not good.

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Shi Fengchen's funeral was deserted.

At least at the very beginning.

Wang Xiaoming knelt in front of the hall and threw paper money into the basin. His movements were very mechanical and his expression was numb.

I don't know if it was smoked too hard or crying for too long. His eyes were covered with blood.

The neighbors came and left again, and he was only kneeling in the courtyard.

Suddenly screams and other movements sounded outside the courtyard, and then the wooden door was pushed a little rudely.

Not to find troublesome people, but some adults will come to pay their condolences, and the notified bureau quickly rushed over to clear the scene.

The white streamers provoked by the tall, and the inscriptions dripping in ink made the atmosphere of the small courtyard suddenly different from the previous ones.

Wang Xiaoming ignored it and still knelt in front of the copper basin, burning the paper money indifferently.

He failed to remember exactly what the official positions and names of the adults who appeared afterwards were.

Shi Fengchen's front door was deserted when he was alive, but it was lively after death. Everyone knows why.

Wang Xiaoming also knows.

No one saw how Shi Fengchen died. The official of the Qingtian Division made a self-examination and determined that he had committed suicide, but who was he forced to death?

All the spearheads were pointed at Qingshan Sect, more precisely Jing Jiu.

The court officials deeply influenced by the Zhongzhou faction must of course use this to exert pressure on the Qingshan Sect.

So-called mourning, how can there be grief on the faces of officials?

In Wang Xiaoming's view, the only real feeling is the Hu Guifei who indirectly caused Master's death.

Late in the night, Hu Guifei sent a large amount of gold and silver.

Wang Xiaoming said thank you.

After Shi Fengchen was buried, Wang Xiaoming left Chaoge City.

No one knows where he went.

The coworkers who worked with him in the Qingtian Treasury occasionally talked about the teenager.

A co-worker named Seventy-two had the best relationship with him. When asked, he said: "He said he would go back to the northwest and said his hometown was over there."

In fact, he also felt strange. In the past two years, he had never heard of Wang Xiaoming and his hometown, and he did not know what it had to do with the Northwest.

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Zhaofu backyard is very quiet.

The trees in the late spring are in the most lush and not annoying stage, and it is very pleasing to watch.

Zhao Layue's mood is not so.

"Shi Fengchen has an adopted son named Wang Xiaoming and has the potential to practice. He left Chaoge City today without knowing his whereabouts."

Jing Jiu glanced at her and thought, "Is it meant to cut the grass?"

"I said, I am not a good person, I am very fierce."

Her face was a little pale, and she was seriously injured in Mingcuigu that day.

Jing Jiu said, "Shi Fengchen is actually not too wrong to see, but also because I am not going to teach people. Your murderous heart is indeed a bit heavy."

Zhao Layue stared at him and asked, "Do you care?"

Jing Jiu shook his head and said, "You just haven't figured it out yet, so you are a little angry."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "Yes, I don't understand why he must kill me. Am I doing something wrong?"

Jing Jiu said: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the greater the corresponding risk. The greater your danger is. Your mind is not constrained, and you have a lot of respect for the world. Therefore, in his view, it is the most dangerous and must be Eliminate in advance when you are not strong enough now. "

Zhao Layue still didn't understand and said, "Could it be good to hide in Yin Fengxiu's ruthless path, and ignore all life and death?"

Jing Jiu said: "In a sense, monks who ignore everything in the world are certainly safer for mortals."

Zhao Layue was silent. She lived in Chaoge City when she was a child. Her daily thoughts were monasticism, but she also read some miscellaneous books.

In those stories, there were talented and beautiful women, heroes of warriors, and bloody princes. Later, I went to Qingshanzong. The gate rules also wrote such words as helping the poor, but during the journey of tens of thousands of miles and now, Jing Jiu revealed The attitude that came out was that monks should ignore world affairs, why?

"The monk and the mortal are originally people of two worlds. Once a person can practice, he has nothing to do with the mortal. The former poet once wrote a sleepwalking Hanshan farewell, which is deeply loved by mortals, but the monk is very little. I feel that he likes his gray hair three thousand feet more, why? "

Jing Jiu said: "Because the latter is about life and death, and the monk is still very difficult to get rid of, so I feel the same. And the former is about fairy things, you and me are originally fairy, we can see the scenery that mortals can't see , How can they realize the feelings they can't understand, how can they be touched by the scenery and feelings imagined by mortals? "

Zhao Layue was silent for a long time and said, "But mortals can also pursue it."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, mortals can not accept their own destiny, and strive to embark on the Xiuxian Avenue, but not all mortals have this kind of luck."

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Outside the Chaoge City, there is a mountain temple. It is not the season, and very few people come to worship the incense.

After walking to the temple, Wang Xiaoming climbed the tree with some difficulty, and confirmed that there was no one around the forest. Then he took out a paper bag from the inside of the clothes.

The bag contained some scattered things, which meant a lot to him.

Those things were silver tickets sent by Hu Guifei and some very thin books.

The three words Qing Xuan Gong are written in the book, which is the introductory method of the San Qing School.

This is the relic left by Shi Fengchen.

He opened the book and began to read it carefully, but after a long time he was still unable to read the text.

Because he always remembered Master, and his tears blurred his eyes.