The pope looked deep in the night and said, "Is this asking him to die?

The man in the night replied calmly: "What is death? So many royal families died back then."

The pope was silent for a long time, and the sea of ​​stars deep in his pupils gradually became calm: "You are not a royal family, so why can't you let go of these things?"

The voice in the night was calm and firm: "This is the will of Your Majesty."

The Pope knew that the Majesty he was talking about was certainly not the late emperor, but the most amazing king from ancient times to the present - Emperor Taizong.

The conversation began with a letter sent to Kyoto from Xining Town many years ago.

This debate began when the young man named Chen Changsheng walked into the abandoned campus of the National Education College two and a half years ago.

It seems that the conversation should end tonight.

But even at this time, the Pope still had no certain intentions, just like the green leaf in the pot, swaying gently with the night wind.

This does not mean that he has no position and his heart of Tao is not firm enough. On the contrary, it is precisely because he has to consider too much, no distance and no end, and meticulously, that it is difficult to make a decision.

"No one except me knows that what you are best at is the Time Book, which is the Xiliu Dictionary."

There seemed to be a look in the night, falling into the small pool in the hall, and then on the wooden scoop by the pool.

The man said to the Pope: "You are the gurgling clear water flowing westward. Although it has been flowing for thousands of years, it still has not been touched by any dust or dirt. The clearness can be seen, but Ning Rou has endless divine power. Then... you don't need to make a decision at this time. At that moment, you will eventually find out what you want."

After saying this, no sound rang out in the night.

The Pope stood on the stone steps, looking at the shadows on the eaves, standing in front of the sound of flowing water, and her clothes were slightly swinging in the night wind.

"Senior Brother, you are practicing with your heart, so you are so confident that I will be as good as your heart?"

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After leaving Xining Town, Yu Ren went to many places with his master, but he didn't like it very much, whether it was the snowy field in Hanshan or the wilderness under Yongxue Pass, because there were too few people, and the Baidi City on the bank of the Hong River did not leave a deep impression on him. He was just a little happy when he heard that the princess of the demon clan was actually a junior brother's student.

He has been in a good mood these days, not because this is Kyoto, but his hometown.

He was raised by his master since he was a child. There were only a few vague memories of what happened when he was a child, but he could not remember it carefully. His master told him that he was from Kyoto and had lived here, but he couldn't remember where his home was. Moreover, he did not like Kyoto. The reason why he didn't like the snowfields was different, he felt that there were too many people in Kyoto.

There are too many people in Kyoto, too few people in the snowy land, and there are not many people in Xining Town, which is the best.

He didn't know why his master took him to so many places and why he came to Kyoto. He was just worried about his junior brother's health and wanted to meet him. However, after the master brought him to the Heavenly Book Tomb, he quietly disappeared and told him not to leave the Heavenly Book Tomb. He said that he would naturally meet his junior brother after a few days.

Looking at the disappearing figure of his master, he thought for a while and thought it was good. No matter what happened to his junior brother, he could always solve it with his master. Moreover, there were too many people in Kyoto, and he really didn't like it. There were not many people in Tianshu Tomb, with green trees and flowing water. It was easy to remind him of the mountain, stream, and the happy days of catching fish with his junior brother. I heard that when he first observed the monument, he drew the stars all over the sky, which made him very proud and happy, so he felt that he liked it more.

Another very important thing - you can read the Heavenly Book Monument in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum. He has read the Taoist Collection since he was a child. Except for the last volume of the three thousand volumes of the Great Dao, he has long been integrated. Although like Chen Changsheng, his master has never taught him how to practice, he naturally feels close to the Heavenly Book Monument that hides the ultimate principles of Taoism and law, and wants to see something interesting from it.

When the master left the Tianshu Tomb, he told him not to leave, but he did not say he would not go to see the Tianshu Tomb. He prepared food in the small courtyard for two days, stood by the fence with a crutch and watched the sunlight change twice. He felt that there should be no problem, so he walked out of the plum with his wrapped lunch box and walked up the mountain road to the tomb.

The Great Court Examination has been a long time. Because the Zhouyuan held a conference on the Heshi Conference last year and many subsequent changes, the stele viewers in the Tianshu Mausoleum have successively left the tomb. There are very few cultivators who are still in the tomb now than in previous years. He walked on the mountain road for a long time, but he had not encountered anyone until he came to the first stele.

In front of this stele hut, he met a stele servant named Ji Jin. The stele servant had a gentle temperament, with a calmness and calmness that could see through the world, which gave me a good feeling. He thought to himself that the Heavenly Book Tomb is indeed a holy place for practicing Taoism. After watching the stele for a long time, would it be like this to improve his temperament?

The stele attendant named Ji Jin asked him which sect he was from, and why he entered the Heavenly Book Mausoleum to observe the stele.

I didn't know how to answer, but fortunately he couldn't speak at all. He put the crutch on the pavilion pillar and gestured several movements with one hand, but he didn't know if the other party could understand it.

Ji Jin could not understand his sign language, but he saw clearly his disability and felt sympathy. He did not ask anything more. He also reminded him not to force himself when viewing the monument and to pay attention to rest.

Seeing the stele servant leaving the mountain road, Yu Ren wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and a smug smile appeared in his eyes, thinking that what his junior brother said was wrong, he could not lie, but he didn't need to lie in Xining Town. Look, I successfully deceived a senior at this time.

The first celestial stele in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum is the Zhaoqing Monument.

Yu Ren slowly walked to the front of the monument with his legs and looked over. He was a little curious and excited, and even couldn't help but reach out and touched it. He thought that the Heavenly Book Monument was really interesting, the poem written by the predecessors was so good, and the touch of his fingers was really comfortable, and it was cold, just like the stream on the mountain behind Xining Town.

Then, he came to the second Heavenly Book Monument.

This Heavenly Book Monument is also very interesting. He looked at it with interest and felt that the lines were so beautiful, just like the light cut by the leaves on the mountain behind Xining Town in autumn.

Then, he came to the third Heavenly Book Monument.

This Heavenly Book Monument is even more interesting. The traces on the monument are still clear and the lines are still beautiful, but they are not as complex as the first two monuments. In his eyes, they have become extremely simple lines.

Simplicity does not mean being unbeautiful, nor does it mean being easy to understand. Just like when the rain falls in Xining Town, the waterlines that slide under the eaves of the old temples, and the traces of the yellow leaves falling from the rain. In order to figure out the rules in those traces, I spent a lot of time this time, even put the crutches aside and sat on the ground and thought for a while.

Then, there is the fourth stele of heavenly calligraphy.

The fifth stele of heavenly calligraphy.

The sixth seat.

The seventh seat.

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I don't know how long it took.

The rest of the people came to a stele hut. He held the crutch and turned his head slightly. Looking at the stele under the hut, he felt a little strange.

Because the monument was broken, I don’t know where the original monument had gone.

He didn't know that this broken monument was cut off by a man named Zhou Dufu back then. With this broken monument as the boundary, he had seen those steles of heaven and calligraphy, and they were all called the Qianling Monument.

He knew that his junior brother had a smooth viewing of the stele in the Tianshu Mausoleum last year, which made him very proud, but he didn't know the saying that he had watched all the stele of the stele of the former stele in one day.

He looked up at the sky and found that the sun had not reached the middle of the sky and the weather was not too hot, so he decided to continue watching.

At this time, it was not yet half a day before he walked into the Tianshu Mausoleum.

How to view the broken monument? He didn't know either.

He slowly walked to the broken monument and reached out to touch the broken monument.

After a moment, he withdrew his fingers, looked around thinking, and found that he was still in front of the broken monument.

He changed the crutch to the side, clamped it with his broken arm, and scratched his itchy back with his empty right hand. He was a little puzzled and thought to himself: "What should we do next?"

The autumn wind in the mountain mausoleum gently blew, carrying his white-washed Taoist robe, lifting up the black hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes.

He had one eye that could not see anything, but he didn't know if he could see something else.

He walked to the wild forest behind the stele hut, reached out and pushed away the grass branches that were somewhat thorny, and looked inside curiously.

There is a vague road there, which must have been stepped out and is about to be covered by weeds. I don’t know how many years no one has walked through it.

Looking at the path that was difficult to stand, Yu Ren's face showed a look of embarrassment, but after thinking about it, he still limped into it with a crutch.

The weeds gradually submerged his figure, and the wasteland gradually extended under his feet and bends.

I don’t know how long it took, but he finally walked out of this wild forest and came to another stele.

He raised his arm and wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve. He felt a little hot, thinking that he was not lost, otherwise it would be troublesome and he could not call for help.

He walked to the stele and began to view the stele.

This is no longer Qianling.

He has arrived at the Second Tomb in the Book of Heaven.

Zhou Du|Fu was the first person to come here directly after he broke the monument in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum.

Of course he didn't know this. He continued to look at the monuments, and continued to move forward, looking at one monument after another.

When he felt hungry, he took out the lunch box from his arms and started eating. When he was hungry, he went to find some mountains and rivers to drink.

The dishes in the lunch box are very simple, fried with green peppers.

The bacon was found on the beam of a abandoned yard kitchen, and the green peppers were picked in an untreated vegetable field.

The sun sets, the stars rise into the night sky, the sun rises, the stars retreat to the back of the light, and the clear streams in the mountains flow slowly, just like time.

I don’t know what day it was, but I found that the lunch box was empty. No matter whether it was fried with green peppers or fermented tofu, there was no residue left.

He was really hungry, so he walked back along the same path. When he walked through the stele huts, he finally saw some monks.

All I have seen in the past few days are speechless mountains and stone tablets. Finally, I can see people. I am a little happy and nodded to those monks.

And those monks looked at him like ghosts.

Who is this person? Why have he never seen it before? Why did he come back from the front? Has he seen the next celestial stele?
Chapter completed!