Chapter 250 The word 'true heart', what is the price?
Hei Lin said something before leaving: "That monk is really strong. He is actually the first eight-level sword cultivator in the Tang Dynasty. I didn't lose unjustly. Sword cultivators are a bunch of perverted guys, especially high-level sword cultivators."
If you practice cultivation, you can cut through anything with a sword, but you can’t reason with it.”
There was some helplessness in the words.
The monk in Hei Lin's mouth was naturally Master Liao Fan. Chen Qingshan recalled that when he first met Hei Lin in Kongmingfang, the old man wanted to take away his red dragon, but was stopped by Master Fan.
The old man Hei Lin was obviously still a little worried about this matter.
Especially after Master Fan broke through at the critical moment, scared off King Pingtian, joined forces with Yasheng to fight the ancient god Cang, turned the tide, and became the person who made a major turning point in quelling the turmoil in Chang'an.
Black Scale felt a sense of urgency in his heart.
Chen Qingshan understood that when he returned to Longhu Mountain to break through, apart from the fact that the Taoist sect lost a talker in Chang'an City, it was not without the intention of competing with Master Liaofan.
The life of a monk may be a life of disobedience to anyone. Not only the young monks fight, but also the older generation of monks. It’s just that the young people fight blatantly, while the older generation of monks have to be more subtle.
Just divide it.
Chen Qingshan held Anan's hand, and the two of them joined hands to watch Black Scale go away.
Chen Qingshan found some incense and candles from his storage ring and wanted to go to the building at the end of the main street of Kongmingfang to worship Uncle Qian.
The incense stick that Chen Qingshan took out had golden lines on it, which did not look like something sold in ordinary shops. This incense stick was given by Dao Shisan and was made by Dao Shisan himself. The name of the incense is "Du", which means crossing.
soul.
Chen Qingshan carried the soul-crossing incense and longevity candle to the building where Uncle Qian once lived. Uncle Qian was no longer here, so he paid homage to his residence.
Chen Qingshan took out the fire stick that had not been used for a long time and lit the longevity candle.
The eternal candle flickers, but burns quietly. It does not cause any weirdness like the Beichen Star. After all, this is Chang'an City.
Chen Qingshan held the soul-crossing incense and put it into the burning flame of the longevity candle. The flame ignited the soul-crossing incense, emitting a strange smell.
"Qingshan, look."
As the soul-crossing incense burned, Ah Nan patted Chen Qingshan's shoulder and motioned Chen Qingshan to look up to the sky.
Chen Qingshan raised his head and looked at where Anan's finger was pointing. His pupils shrank, and there was a hint of surprise on his face, which then turned into a smile: "So this is what the so-called soul transfer means."
The incense lingered in the sky, and a human figure was outlined. It looked like Uncle Qian. The smoke was a bit hazy, but Chen Qingshan could feel the relief of the human figure.
All kinds of suffering in this world are nothing but illusion. If you don’t think it is suffering, then it is not suffering.
The smoke flowed, and Uncle Qian's sleeves gently brushed over the top of Chen Qingshan's head. Like an immortal blowing his sleeves, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and circulated around the entire Kongmingfang.
The Taoist priests in Kongmingfang felt something. They all came to the street and looked up. Among them were Agou and Qing Shiniang.
All they saw was a wisp of green smoke, but they knew it was Uncle Qian. Most people in the village didn't understand why Uncle Qian was withdrawn and didn't interact with others. Only now did they understand that it was Uncle Qian alone.
, bearing the fate of the decline of this village.
From beginning to end, Uncle Qian didn't tell anyone, he just suffered it silently.
Uncle Qian said that he is a man, followed by a monk. Because he is a man, he cannot bear his wife's betrayal. And because he is a man, he will take the initiative to bear all this without saying anything.
The Taoist monks in Kongmingfang bowed to the sky. They wanted to let Uncle Qian know that they understood what happened to Uncle Qian, and they admired him.
The green smoke lingered around Kongmingfang for a week, and it took a long time to disperse.
"The so-called soul crossing is nothing more than giving the living a chance to express their feelings to the dead." A Nan said as he saw the green smoke on the beam disappear.
Chen Qingshan nodded: "Yes, there are always some regrets that can be made up for. I have to say that Dao Shisan has something."
Du Hunxiang was made by Dao Shisan himself. This guy can always make some weird things. Just like him, he is a weird Taoist priest, and these weird things are related to this weird thing.
Strange Taoist priests will play unexpected roles in some special moments.
For example, the current Duhunxiang, or when Bailu Academy came to Kongmingfang to challenge, Dao Shisan won the game by killing the white lion of the three realms with a gourd.
At this moment, Dao Shisan, whom Chen Qingshan was talking about, was dreaming. The thing he dreamed about was a five-clawed golden dragon. Dao Shisan had dreamed about this golden dragon when he was in Shanshi Town.
The huge dragon body, the colorful brilliance, and the pearl in its mouth are what this dragon looks like. However, this dragon is much weaker than when Dao Shisan first saw it.
Whether it was the previous dynasties or the Tang Dynasty, there was a theory of luck. Luck was everywhere, but invisible and intangible. But luck did affect the rise and fall of a country invisibly, which is the so-called national destiny.
explain.
The golden dragon that Dao Thirteen dreamed of was the destiny of the Tang Dynasty. From the moment when the Dragon King Yunmeng shook Yunmengze, Dao Thirteen fell into a dream. This was also the day when Chen Qingshan left Shengyan Academy on the eve of the New Year.
The reason why I didn’t see Dao Shisan before.
Something happened in Yunmeng, which wiped out part of Tang Dynasty's luck, so Dao Shisan was trapped in the dream again and could not wake up.
The Dragon King Yunmeng separated Yunmengze from the territory of the Tang Dynasty. This move was tantamount to shaking the national destiny of the Tang Dynasty, and to a certain extent led to the decline of the national destiny of the Tang Dynasty, which was further reflected in the golden dragon of the national destiny.
"This is the national destiny of the Tang Dynasty. I dreamed about it again. Does it mean that something is happening outside that can affect the general trend of the world, and this matter is enough to shake the foundation of the Tang Dynasty." Dao Shisan's thoughts were formed in this dream.
Floating in the space, the stars finally condensed and turned into the appearance of Dao Thirteen, where the dragon body fell down.
Compared with this dragon, Dao Shisan is too small. Even if you use an ant to describe Dao Shisan, it seems too big.
Dao Shisan stroked the dragon's scales, feeling warm and moist, and a sense of sadness came from the dragon's body and passed through the scales.
"What's the purpose of calling me here? Is it just to let me witness your downfall? The Tang Dynasty is too big, and I can't seem to do anything. Even His Majesty the Holy Emperor may not be able to do anything. But you want me to
See, it’s too ridiculous. After all, I’m just a little Taoist priest with no cultivation.” Dao Shisan murmured, stroking the body of the golden dragon, and walked for a long time, but still did not get away from a scale on its body.
Compared with last time, Dao Shisan's dream seemed to be clearer this time, but just because Dao Shisan could see it clearly, it didn't mean that he could solve it.
But he could only watch like this, trapped in his own dream, slowly seeing the golden dragon weak and helpless.
A feeling of sadness emerged in Dao Shisan's heart, and Dao Shisan's heart became a little weak.
"What you represent is a world." Dao Shisan seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be comforting.