However, this kind of emotion is different from back then. If you want to be a true king, you must first enter the mortal world. If you truly let go of family ties and everything else, then it is simply impossible to enter the mortal world.
The reason why every monk in the True Monarch stage is powerful, apart from his cultivation, and more importantly, is that he has a deeply hidden emotion in his heart. It is this emotion that allows them to enter the mortal world, and through emotion
, break through the bottleneck of a true master and reach the realm of a true king.
It is precisely because of this obsession that Yuwen Zhouyuan did not encounter too many setbacks in entering the mortal world, but gradually felt the feeling of being a mortal.
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan was immersed in the longing for his parents, relatives and friends, quietly comprehending this feeling. The spiritual power in his body was spinning crazily again. This rotation gradually leaked out of the body, and inside
Above all the portraits in the shop, a trace of spiritual energy suddenly rose up, spinning rapidly with the same kind of fluctuation as the spiritual power in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body.
Gradually, this spiritual power rotates faster and faster, leaking out of the shop.
The snowflakes falling from the sky also rotated when they landed on the roof of the shop, forming rotating snowflakes that quickly slid around.
The snow fell heavier and heavier. After a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan gradually woke up. At the moment when he woke up, a small number of the hanging portraits spontaneously ignited without any wind.
Although this small half of the paintings spontaneously ignited without wind, the spiritual power permeating the remaining paintings was heavier than before, and even the quality was improved.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan took a look and took a deep breath. He stood up and pushed open the door of the shop. A cold light blew in his face, mixed with countless icy coldness. Yu Wen Zhouyuan looked up at the sky and whispered calmly.
: "True Lord, I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, will succeed!"
At this time, the door of the winery opposite suddenly opened. When Xiaohu and his father Zou Zhiming were about to go out, they saw Yuwen Zhouyuan standing opposite. They couldn't help but be stunned. Then Xiaohu ran a few steps quickly and stepped on the snow.
With a crunching sound, he came to Yuwen Zhouyuan and shouted: "Uncle Yuwen, did you know that we are coming?" After saying that, he entered the room and sat next to the stove.
Xiaohu's father, holding a wooden basket with a naive smile, said to Yuwen Zhouyuan: "Brother Yuwen, you didn't visit the doctor today, and you didn't do any painting?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and stepped aside, saying, "No, I'm very free today. It's cold outside. Come in and talk."
Zou Zhiming entered the room, glanced at the pictures around him, and looked envious in his eyes. Then he put down the wooden basket in his hand and rubbed his hands, as if he wanted to say something, but was too embarrassed to speak.
At this time, Xiaohu, who was sitting by the stove, saw the statues of Yuwen Zhouyuan's parents and relatives. He immediately called out softly and said, "Uncle Yuwen, why have I never seen these portraits before? Were they painted recently?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan closed the door, sat aside and said, "No, I drew it before."
Xiaohu looked at these portraits intently and said, "Uncle Yuwen, who are the painters of these portraits?"
There was a hint of nostalgia in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, and he said slowly: "They are my relatives."
Xiaohu was startled and stopped asking. Instead, he quickly stood up, ran to the wooden basket, opened the lid, and saw three plates of exquisite side dishes and two pots of rose hip stuffing inside.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a look and looked at Zou Zhiming with a half-smile. In the past three years, he had frequent contacts with him. This was the first time he saw this cheerful man behave like this. Obviously he had something to do with him.
help.
"Brother Zou, just tell me if you have anything to do." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
Zou Zhiming hesitated for a moment, rubbed his hands, and said awkwardly: "It's okay, it's okay."
Xiaohu looked at the side dishes in the wooden basket, swallowed his saliva, and reached out to grab it. His father's eyes widened, and the frightened Xiaohu quickly stopped his hand and muttered dissatisfied: "Don't you just want to borrow some money from Uncle Yuwen?
Is there anything you are embarrassed to say?"
Zou Zhiming's face suddenly turned red and he cursed: "Little bastard, what does it matter to you, sir? You wait until you get home and see how I deal with you."
Xiaohu stuck out his tongue and said to Yuwen Zhouyuan: "Uncle Yuwen, my father is embarrassed to say it, but let me tell you, my mother is going to take down the shop next to it and make the wine shop bigger, but now the monument is too expensive, and the money
not enough."
Zou Zhiming sighed, looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and said helplessly: "Brother Yuwen, your sister-in-law always said that our wine shop is small, so there are not many people coming to buy wine. Isn't this why when you see the old Liu family next to you?
If your shop needs to be rented out, let’s rent it together.”
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and nodded, picked up the wine bottle from the wooden basket, took a sip and said, "Brother Zou, how much silver do you need?"
Zou Zhiming hesitated for a moment and said: "His shop is quite big, and he has to pay rent for two years at a time, which requires seventy taels of silver... Well... fifty taels, fifty taels is enough."
Xiaohu curled his lips and whispered: "Mom clearly said that I need one hundred taels..." Before he could speak, his father glared at him fiercely.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan nodded, did not say anything, but stood up and went to the medicine cabinet, opened a drawer casually, picked up a piece of gold at random, walked back and placed it in front of Zou Zhiming.
After Zou Zhiming saw the gold, he was startled and said quickly: "You won't need so much, brother Yuwen, take it back quickly, I only borrow fifty taels of silver." In his opinion, this gold is worth a lot.
Twenty taels is too much more than what he needs.
Yuwen Zhouyuan picked up the wine pot and said with a smile: "Brother Zou, this money is not borrowed from you, but my money to buy wine. From now on, I will drink a pot every day. Your rosehip wine is good. Ten years of wine money."
, and it’s worth it.”
Zou Zhiming hesitated for a moment, with excitement on his face, and said, "Brother Yuwen, this..."
Xiao Hu rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, just take it. Uncle Yuwen sells a painting, which is worth ten taels of gold."
Zou Zhiming glared at Xiaohu again, then took a deep breath, picked up the wine bottle, took a big sip, nodded and said: "Brother Yuwen, as long as you live here for one day in ten or eight years, I will
I’ll bring you a pot every day.”
Yuwen Zhouyuan chuckled, looking at the father and son in front of him, his heart gradually became less cold and felt a little warm.
Zou Zhiming's father drank a lot that night, and two jugs of wine were obviously not enough. Xiaohu waited on him until he brought the tenth jug, which was enough.
In the end, Xiaohu's father got drunk and passed away, but he kept holding the gold tightly in his hand, and Xiaohu helped him back.
After seeing off Xiaohu and his son, Yuwen Zhouyuan sat by the stove and suddenly felt emotional in his heart. For a mortal, twenty taels of gold is a lot of money, but for a monk, it is like dung, and he can't even see it.
Go take a look.
Yuwen Zhouyuan sat quietly in the shop, spread rice paper and started drawing again with a pen.
Time flies, and another three years have passed. Xiaohu's wine shop has more than doubled in size. As expected, the business is much better than before, as Xiaohu's mother thought. But once the business is good, Xiaohu has less free time.
, spent the whole day making wine with his father.
Only after dusk did Xiaohu have time to drag his tired body and carry a pot of rosehip wine to Yuwen Zhouyuan and watch him paint. Because of the tight schedule, Xiaohu had no time to paint.
Xiaohu and his parents gradually had more wrinkles on their faces.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's appearance has also changed from six years ago. He no longer looks young, but middle-aged, with a wrinkle gradually appearing on his face.
This was Yuwen Zhouyuan's deliberate use of magic. After all, if a person's appearance had not changed at all in six years, it would be an incredible thing for the kind and honest neighbors around him.
In the next three years, Ma Yunqiao came more and more often, almost once every month, and presented a large amount of gold, silver, and fine wine. His intention to win over was self-evident, and sometimes he pointed it out in his words.
These things are the filial piety of His Royal Highness.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was not interested in this prince at all. The reason why he stayed in Kyoto was for one purpose, which was to experience the feeling of a mortal, so that he could achieve a breakthrough in his cultivation.
In the struggle for power in the mortal world, given his status, he was too lazy to participate.
After these few years of living in the mortal world, Yuwen Zhouyuan now looks like a completely mortal man. His cultivation level cannot be seen, and his face is full of the vicissitudes of time.
Even some of the monks who had fought with him would never recognize him as the Yuwen Zhouyuan who killed without batting an eye.
In the past six years, Yu Wenzhouyuan has saved tens of thousands of patients, but there are also many terminally ill people who have gone to hell before his eyes.
Faced with life and death, and recalling the killings along the way, Yu Pingping Zhouyuan has become more and more thorough about life and death, and he has become more and more aware of reincarnation!
The green mist evil energy outside Yuwen Zhouyuan's body had been condensed by him unknowingly two years ago and turned into blue beads, which he put into his storage bag.
Dongfang Hancui is still in retreat, and Yuwen Xiangwan, Yuwen Longer, and Dongfang Yunfei are also in retreat.
Although his spiritual thoughts entered the Heavenly Book Space several times, he found that the number of lightning snails had increased by three levels, and the Ox King was vaguely born among these lightning snails.
The Soul-Eating Beast is also dormant in the Heavenly Book Space. It is estimated that its strength will greatly increase when it wakes up.
Zhenzun Huang Yan has not woken up yet. In short, nothing has changed much in the past few years. It seems that time has stood still.
On this day, Yu Wenzhouyuan had no patients or painting, so he walked out of the door and walked towards the street.
There is a father and daughter singing drums at the Mojia teahouse at the street corner. Today Yuwen Zhouyuan is going to listen to the music for a while and relax.
Sitting behind the table by the window, Yu Wen Zhouyuan closed his eyes and listened to the fluent voice of the singer. His mind flew back to the days when he and his girlfriend Cheng Runa watched movies together before the earth traveled through time.
Suddenly, a rather obscene voice brought Yu Wen Zhouyuan back to reality from his memories: "Oh, this little lady sings well, well!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked around and saw an old man wearing a gray cotton robe. The old man's hair was messy, his face was bruised and bruised, and there were several large footprints on his chest and skirt.
As soon as he came in, he immediately cheered loudly. The waiter frowned and shouted: "Beggar, go away, I have no money for you today!"