The Path Toward Heaven

The slender old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the lame boy who was still climbing towards the peak in the distance. It seemed that he did not care about being touched and pityed by the young man at all.

The big devil like his realm and his age, the city palace does not know how deep, how can it be easily disturbed by foreign objects.

He could not kill the young people around him because the spirit of the young people was connected to something, and that thing could keep him from being discovered by Qingshan Jianzhen.

Of course, these words are all spoken by young people, most likely false.

But he could not judge the true and false, and he dared not gamble, because it was life and death.

The young man turned to look at the teenager in the distance, and suddenly asked a question.

"Is it really so terrible to die? You see that he may fall off the cliff at any time, and the bones and bones are still going up."

"That's because he was too young to think about life and death seriously and calmly."

The old man said: "If he can really become the Xuanyin Sovereign, another hundred years, the unifying Dao, do you think he still has the courage now?"

The young man said: "Cao Yuan faces the test of life and death in the wind and snow every day, and he has never given birth to escape."

"That is a Buddha, not a person. The Buddha is always ready to die, but people are greedy for eternal life, so he is not afraid, I am afraid."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "In addition to the three of us, the old guys hiding in Qingshan and Yunmengshan are also afraid of death, so they are not embarrassed."

The young man said: "The longer you live, the more you are afraid of dying. I have heard this many times and it still makes sense."

The old man said: "It should be said that the more you can live, the more you are afraid of death, so if the real person of Jingyang is still alive, then he is the most fearful person in the world."

The young man was silent, and his eyes fell on the thin cloud that was farther away, connected to heaven and earth, and he looked lonely.

The old man frowned at his side and said, "What I don't understand is that you can live very well, but why does it seem to be afraid of ending?"

"Because ... it's boring to live at the bottom of the well. What's the point of being able to live like a turtle for tens of thousands of years?"

The young man said: "Xiao Bai was very interesting back then. Nowadays, being a king on Bihu Peak is so old-fashioned, I don't want to be like it."

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The rain in Chaoge City in the late spring is gradually decreasing.

Whether it's the black eaves of Taichang Temple or the rain corridor of Zhao's House reflecting the blazing sunlight, it is warm to make people want to sleep.

Zhao Layue's face was pale, but his eyes were clear, black and white, and very focused.

Jing Jiu made it very clear that this would be the last time he talked about this issue.

"Coexistence or raising sheep are the ideas of monks, mortals can't practice, wisdom is not less than us, of course, there will be their own ideas. For example, officials in Baoshuju or the court, they will actively participate in this world to seek Money or power, enjoy a better life in a short life. "

Jing Jiu said: "Shi Fengchen couldn't go too far on the road because of his talents and some other reasons. He might be hostile to the practitioners because of some things he experienced in his childhood. It can be said that it is full of doubt and hatred. Can represent the attitude of other mortals. "

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "A lot of people hold this attitude?"

Jing Jiu said: "For thousands of years, practitioners have never stopped bullying and oppression of mortals. The Jing Dynasty should be considered the best era, but it still cannot solve this problem. Of course, mortals can't resist, as long as they can survive. On the surface, it naturally does not dare to show no respect to the practitioners, nor dare to show their hostility, but those angers are not non-existent, but hidden in the deepest soul of each of them. Once the practitioners lose their power, these Anger will surely erupt, become a torrent with unimaginable power, and destroy everything you are used to. "

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On the ocean outside Haizhou City, the hurricane just passed.

Huge shadows swept across the sea, bringing another wave of wind. The fishermen knew it was a flying whale without looking up.

A boat failed to withstand the great power of the world and collapsed. Although a fishing boat came to rescue from a distance, two sea women died.

The body of the sea girl was wrapped in cloth, and slowly sank down to the surface of the sea. There was a vague voice from the distant waves.

Everyone knows that the bodies of these two sea girls could not sink to the bottom of the sea, and they would be torn and swallowed by the fierce creatures in the sea, but the fishermen's expressions were very numb, because such things will happen once every time They are used to it.

Everyone knows that fishing for Qizhu is the most profitable, but not many fishermen are willing to do it because it is too dangerous.

However, the number of vitality beads collected by the Xihai Sword School from the imperial court is placed there every year, and someone always has to do it.

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There is a casino hidden in Zhuangzi outside Chaoge City.

In the early morning, a middle-aged man came out of the casino cursingly, sweating and smelling all over his body. I didn't know that he stayed in the casino for days and nights.

Seeing his expression and bloodshot eyes, he should have lost all his money.

He walked to a tree and untied his belt and started peeing.

In the dim morning light suddenly passed a sword light, disappeared instantly.

The middle-aged man happened to be shocked to see this scene.

His expression was a bit dazed.When he was a child, he had seen the sword light in the sky with luck. When he was a child, he had infinite envy and admiration in his heart. He decided to work hard to become a fairy fairy.

Now, he doesn't think so anymore.

He spit fiercely under the ground and cursed at the sky: "You can't die! You can't die!"

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The clouds and mist of the green hills flow into the town, with the peach blossoms everywhere, and the picturesque scenery.

A haggard young man knelt in the street and kowtowed to the looming peaks in the clouds.

Behind him was an old rickshaw with an old man lying on it.

In the late spring, the south is even warmer, but the old man was covered with two thick bedding, still pale, trembling, and extremely cold.

What's even more shocking is that the old man's breathing is very weak, and he just can't do it.

Some residents sympathized and said, "The fairy masters live in the mountains and can't see you at all. What's the use of you even if your head is knocked out? Go to Guocheng Temple."

"Moqiu is too far, and my father can't support it, so ..."

The young man's voice trembled and said, "I heard that Master Qingshan Zongxian is the most benevolent, and often visits around. What if they come here today?"

The man sighed: "How precious is the Xianjia Elixir, how can it be given to you casually? What's more, the world is at peace now, and it wasn't that Jingyang real people soared a few years ago. The town was able to see the Xianshi on a tour every few days. I have n’t seen Jianguang for half a year, so you must stop thinking about it. "

The young man looked at the mountain peaks in the clouds, with a grin on his face, got up hard with the help of the resident, and walked out of the town with a scooter.

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(Today is Yi Tianxing ’s birthday, Nanwu Maitreya, all are well.)