Chapter 357: A Hundred Years Old Dream of the Red Dust
When he was young, just when he was young, the elder in front of the stone path slowly opened his eyes, scanned the people in front of him one by one, and said in a deep voice: "Today is the day when my Xuanhuo Sect opens its doors and accepts disciples. No matter you are the root of a noble family,
No matter whether we are casual cultivators, or even people in the secular world, we all treat each other as equals. [ ][] There is a road up the mountain, which is hundreds of miles long. The mountain is steep and the road is slippery, with nine twists and turns. There are more on the way.
There are endless illusions that will test your strength and determination. If you can go up from here to the mountainside sect, and then have your bones evaluated by the elders, you can be listed on the wall of my Xuanhuo Sect."
After saying this, the elder nodded to the two people behind him. The two stepped out of the stone path. The elder turned back and said to everyone: "Remember, if there is anyone who starts a dispute on the way up the mountain, you will be dismissed. Okay, you
Those who are between ten and twenty-five years old will climb the mountain here."
The crowd immediately burst into excitement. At first, several young people aged sixteen or seventeen said goodbye to the elders around them. They all took long strides confidently and followed the path up the mountain. If they could not survive the illusion, everything would stop, and because there were elders on the mountain to monitor them,
No blind person dared to break the rules. In the blink of an eye, more than thirty young monks, all under the age of twenty-five, walked out of the crowd and walked up the stone path one after another.
Lang Fei squeezed out from behind and followed everyone up the mountain. Everyone was silent, cheering up one after another, and walked up the stone path. At first, the stone steps at the foot of the mountain were flat, but as the height increased,
As the number of steps increased, the stone steps underfoot not only became extremely slippery, but also became more irregular in shape.
The group of young monks had no choice but to slow down, carefully watching their feet and paying attention to the mountain road ahead.
Naturally, these obstacles are not difficult for Lang Fei. This little kid is hanging at the end, walking steadily step by step. If someone pays attention to him at this time, they will definitely find that this little kid is walking on foot. He stepped on it, and it was clear that he was in vain.
Stepping on the stone surface, the whole person is like stepping on a ladder to the sky and slowly climbing up.[ ]
There are no worldly people among the young monks who went up the mountain in this batch. [] Even the youngest ones have reached the Qi level in their cultivation. Therefore, although the rugged mountain road has a slight impact on everyone, it is not a serious problem.
After a few sticks of incense, everyone walked halfway. When they reached the fourth twist, the clouds and mist suddenly rose. Everyone saw a blur in front of their eyes, and the mountain road disappeared without a trace. Looking around, everything looked familiar.
One of them holds a gold bottle, another holds a jade cup, and raises glasses of wine to each other.
"I think this is the illusion that the elder at the foot of the mountain said." Lang Fei waited for a moment, then smiled indifferently, waved his hand gently, and the scene in front of him disappeared like clouds and smoke.
When his eyes were clear and he could see the stone path again, he turned around and looked around, and found that in just a few moments, half of the thirty people had recovered from the illusion and were still going up the stone steps.
Lang Fei deliberately fell behind and followed everyone away. After another meal, he came to the twists and turns again. The clouds and smoke started to rise, and the illusion came back to life. This time, it was some beautiful women who were as beautiful as the moon.
People gathered around him, sometimes posing and dancing, sometimes dancing and singing, and there was even a man with disheveled clothes and a half-slippery skirt.
"This is a sex scene!" Lang Fei smiled slightly and allowed those illusions to cross their arms and neck, and play the flute together, but he was not moved at all. After a while, the smoke and clouds were still dispersed, and turned into a green moss-covered tree.
Stone path.
The road ahead is still the same, we pass another cup of tea, and repeat the twists and turns. The illusion is born from the heart, and it is "wealth". The difference from the worldly wealth and silk is that in front of us is a treasure house, with endless auspicious light and thousands of auspicious mist.
, there are infinite elixirs and countless magic weapons inside.
Still twirling his fingers and smiling, he gently waved away the illusion, and moved forward again. He saw that he was approaching the mountainside, and a faint mist appeared around him. At this time, there were less than five cultivators who could still stay awake. They reached another place.
At a turning point, smoke and clouds rose, and I smelled a hint of fragrance. Then the scene in front of me changed. When I looked closely, I saw that I had returned to the Danmen Flame Hall. On both sides were Master Withered Pine, Black Tiger, Floating Clouds, and Vomiting.
Flying droplets, Mu Yun scolded Lang Fei harshly.[ ][ ~]
"It turns out to be the four levels of 'wine, sex, wealth and energy'..." Lang Fei's face was calm, and he waited quietly for Mu Yun to finish, but he remained silent. In the end, Mu Yun was found guilty of the unfounded crime, and Black Tiger shouted loudly,
He took a big step and punched him in the heart.
"Muyun, Jinzhong Mountain, one day, with the sword in my hand, you will be filled with blood in the sky!" Lang Fei's face was calm, and he pointed at the attacking black tiger. For a moment, the picture was frozen, and then with a snap of his fingers, it disappeared.
Like a puff of smoke it disappears without a trace.
This time, there were only three people left who successfully passed the customs. One was dressed as a disciple of a noble family, and the other was dressed as a casual cultivator. The three of them looked at each other, did not answer, and continued to move forward one after another.
It was another meal scene, the mountainside was already in sight, the sight penetrated the last turning point, and the corner of a mountain gate made of black crystal could be seen in the distance. The three of them walked quickly, and when they reached the final turning point, the two people in front were hesitating.
After a while, he stepped forward. Lang Fei followed the two of them and stepped in.
Suddenly there was a dazzling bright light in front of him. Lang Fei couldn't help but squint his eyes. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, he saw a weak man in a green shirt and a silk scarf, and a young woman with a pale face and a lazy expression.
Looking at himself lovingly, Lang Fei opened his mouth, but let out a childish cry.
"Huh?" Lang Fei waved his hand, but found that the illusion had not dissipated as imagined. The wave just now seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his body, and a wave of fatigue came over him, and he fell into a drowsy sleep.
past.
Time passed quickly, ten years. This time, it seemed like real life. No matter how many times he waved his sleeves, the illusion remained the same and life remained the same. After ten years, he also gave up the thought of breaking out of the formation.
The so-called illusion comes from the heart. Since the world that traps oneself is a state of sinking, there is no harm in walking alone and experiencing it. With the decision, Lang Fei no longer forces to break the formation, and everything goes as it goes.
nature.
In this life, Lang Feisheng was the only poor scholar. Although his family was poor, he lived a little happy life. He was accompanied by incense during the day, wandered with poetry at night, and loved by his parents, and enjoyed a family relationship for sixteen years. After that, the scholar,
Juren, Jinshi, started as a county magistrate, served as an official in the dynasty for thirty years, and was promoted to a first-class official in the dynasty. He also experienced the Tai Rebellion and was convicted of crimes. When he was on the execution platform, he suddenly heard that there was something going on in the clouds of Jiutian.
The sound of song. "The old dream of a hundred years old in the world of mortals. When I look back, I say: 'Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies.' Is it a man dreaming of a butterfly? Or is it a butterfly dreaming of a man?"
"The world of mortals, an old dream, is it a butterfly? Is it a human being?" Lang Fei suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, then stood up and said calmly to the hand holding a knife beside him: "Everyone in the world says that life is like a dream.
Things in this mortal world are just passing clouds. As everyone knows, the essence of life is only one mind. If you want to break through the confusion, you only need to ask from face to heart. Now I ask you to help me. But I want to dig out my heart with this knife so that I can ask.
He asked: Is life like a dream, or is a dream like life?"
"Is this man crazy?" Ji Shou had just finished speaking, but when he heard that the quarter of noon had arrived, the officer sitting on the prison seat shouted "Execution!"
"Save your nonsense for the Lord of Hell!" He pulled out the guilty card behind his back, took a sip of strong wine, and raised the knife in his hand. He might as well twist his body and let the butcher knife slash down, blood spraying everywhere, including his heart.
There is a heart, but it is a small man with green light. He smiled slightly at Lang Fei's gaze, then pointed his sword towards the sky and made a slight stroke.
"Click, click, click!" The mountain mist blew by, and the dream disappeared like a bubble. Lang Fei smiled slightly and opened his eyes. Is it an immortal or a human? Is it a dream or reality? What's the difference? The place of the heart
Direction is life.
At this moment, a glimmer of enlightenment suddenly came to his mind. His cultivation was already at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. At this moment, he felt the energy in his body surge up like flying waves.
"No, this is a breakthrough!" I didn't expect it to happen at this juncture. If you want to advance here, let alone the uncomfortable environment, the pressure of advancing to the refinement realm will definitely not be hidden from the people of the Xuanhuo Sect.
At that time, once caught by the Xuanhuo Sect, not only would all the previous plans be in vain, but his life would also be at risk. After thinking about it again and again, Lang Fei gritted his teeth. "No matter how hard we try, we will never be able to advance here.
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After making the decision, Lang Fei first swallowed a heart-nourishing pill, then sat down cross-legged, mobilized his energy bit by bit, and concentrated to calm the restlessness in his body.
Just after Lang Fei sat down, among the two people in front of him, the young man dressed as a casual cultivator slowly opened his eyes. He was a little confused at first. After a while, he came back to his senses, looked around, and found that he was the only one awake.
Seeing Lang Fei sitting cross-legged again, he couldn't help but show a bit of surprise before he wanted to take a closer look. Suddenly, the mountain wind blew the surrounding clouds, revealing the setting sun that was almost in the south. Seeing that it was past half time, he suddenly
He was startled and did not dare to stay long. He turned around quickly and walked along the stone path towards the mountain gate of Xuanhuo Sect.
I don't know how long it took, but the smoke covered the bright sun again. Lang Fei's eyebrows moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyelids.
"Shh..." He let out a long breath, and couldn't help but secretly feel happy that he was in such an environment. From the outside, he seemed to be trapped in an illusion, and he was not disturbed by others, allowing him to sit quietly.
Calm down the restless Yuan Li. Otherwise, if there is any disturbance, even a call, it will be enough to make all his previous efforts come to nothing. Not only will he fail to advance, but he will also suffer the backlash of Yuan Li.
Now, he just suppresses the surging energy everywhere in his body with his powerful spiritual thoughts. In the future, as long as he finds a safe place and removes his spiritual thoughts, there will still be a chance to advance.
"Fortunately, it seems that I haven't missed it yet." After calming down for a moment, Lang Fei raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that the young man in front of him was still trapped in the illusion. From this, he thought that the time limit would not be exceeded. Then, he discerned the direction and followed it.
Along the stone path, he strode towards the Xuanhuo Sect's mountain gate.
After a while, it was almost midnight. Seeing that it was almost noon, an elder at the mountain gate sighed and murmured: "I don't want only one person in this batch to pass." After saying that, he shook his head and turned around to tell the brother on duty: "
It's noon now, let's disperse the illusion formation and take those people down the mountain."