A long time ago, there were many unknowable places, and in those unknowable places, there were many unknowable people.
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There is a fireball hanging in the distance in the wilderness at dusk. The red light it emits is like a huge flame, slowly but surely spreading. The newly grown moss after the snow melts on the wilderness is smeared like a burn scar.
There are everywhere, and the surroundings are quiet. You can only occasionally hear the hawk's cry from above and the sound of the yawn jumping in the distance.
Three people appeared in the open wilderness. They gathered under a small tree that was rarely seen in the wilderness. They did not say hello, but bowed their heads at the same time in a tacit understanding. It seemed that there was something interesting under the tree that deserved serious study and consideration.
Two nests of ants were fighting over the light brown tree roots exposed in the cold soil. Perhaps it was because it was difficult to find another perfect home like tree roots in this wasteland, so the war was extremely fierce. After a while,
The corpses of thousands of ants remained, which seemed to be bloody and tragic, but in fact they were just small black dots.
The weather was still very cold, but the three people under the tree didn't wear much clothes. They didn't seem to be too afraid of the cold. They just watched intently. After an unknown period of time, one of them whispered: "What's the road like in this earthly ant country?"
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The man who spoke had childish features and a thin figure. He was still a teenager. He was wearing a moon-white thin collarless shirt. He carried a thin wooden sword without a scabbard on his back. His black hair was delicately combed into a bun with a wooden fork.
Crossing it - the wooden fork looks like it may fall at any time, but it is as unshakable as the green pine growing on the mountain.
"While giving a lecture, I once saw countless flying ants rising from the light."
The person who said this was a young monk. He was wearing a tattered kapok cassock. The new stubble on his head was green and black and sharp. Just like his face and the smell of his words, he was sure to be determined.
"Flying ants will eventually fall, and they will never reach the sky."
"If you always insist on thinking like this, you will never understand what Tao mind is."
The young monk closed his eyes slightly, looked at the ant colony under his feet that was scattering body parts, and said: "I heard that your temple leader recently adopted a new child named Chen. You should understand that a place like Zhishou Temple will never be
You will be the only genius."
The boy with the wooden sword raised his eyebrows and responded sarcastically: "I have never understood how a guy like you who can't be unruly has the qualifications to walk the world on behalf of the Xuankong Temple."
The young monk did not respond to his provocation. He looked at the anxious ants scurrying under his feet and said: "Ants can fly and fall, but they are better at climbing and laying the foundation for their companions. They are not afraid of sacrifice. They build up ants one by one.
As long as there are enough of them, they will definitely form an ant pile that can reach the sky."
There was a sharp hawk cry in the dusk sky, and he seemed very panicked. I don't know if he was afraid of the three strange people under the tree, or the non-existent giant ant pile rising into the sky, or something else.
"I'm scared."
The young man carrying the wooden sword suddenly spoke, his thin shoulders shrinking inwards.
The young monk nodded in agreement, although the expression on his face remained calm and determined.
The young man next to them has a strong body, wrapped in clothes that look like animal skins. His legs are as hard as rocks. Under the rough skin, you can clearly see the muscles that contain infinite explosive power. This young man has always been silent.
, said nothing, but the small dots on the skin finally revealed the true feelings in the heart at this time.
The three young people under the tree came from the three most mysterious places in the world. They were walking around the world under the orders of their masters. They were as dazzling as three stars traversing the world. But when they came to this wilderness today, even they
I felt overwhelming fear.
The eagle is not afraid of ants. In its eyes, ants are just black spots. Ants are not afraid of eagles because they are not even qualified to be food for eagles. There are not even powerful creatures like eagles in their world, and they cannot be seen.
Can't touch.
However, over thousands of years, I believe that there are always a few mavericks in the ant colony who, for some mysterious reason, decide to temporarily look away from the rotten leaves and shells to look at the blue sky, and then their world will be different.
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Because I saw it, I was afraid.
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The three young men under the tree raised their heads and looked at a shallow ditch on the ground dozens of meters away. The shallow ditch was naturally not deep, and there was nothing but black inside, which looked particularly clear on the mottled wasteland surface.
This ditch suddenly appeared two hours ago. It suddenly appeared and reached the sky. It seemed like it was carved out by an invisible giant ghost with an axe. It seemed like it was painted by a master craftsman! What kind of power can complete such a painting?
Picture?
The young man with the wooden sword on his back stared at the black line and said: "I always thought that the Immovable Pluto was a legend."
"It is said that Pluto has 70,000 children. Maybe this one only occasionally wanders into the world."
"I don't believe it." The young man carrying the wooden sword said expressionlessly: "It's just a legend. The legend also says that saints appear every thousand years, but in these thousands of years, who has really seen a saint?"
"If you really don't believe it, why don't you dare to cross that black line?"
No one dares to step across that black line, that shallow ditch, even they are proud and powerful.
The young man with the wooden sword on his back looked up to the horizon and asked: "If that child really exists, then... where is he?"
At this time, more than half of the setting sun had sunk into the ground, night was pouring in from all directions, the temperature in the wasteland dropped sharply, and a palpitating atmosphere began to envelope the entire world.
"When night falls, it's everywhere. Where can you look for it?"
The young man wearing animal skins broke the silence. His voice was deep and rough that was incompatible with his age. It hummed and vibrated like a river constantly rolling, and like a rusty sword fighting against a hard stone.
Stop rubbing.
After saying this, he left.
The way the animal-skin boy left was very special - flames suddenly burst out from his two hard and thick bare legs, turning a red color. The howling wind caused the gravel on the ground to roll rapidly, as if there was an invisible force grabbing him.
He grabbed his neck and lifted it up hard, and his body jumped into the air more than ten meters high. Then he fell down with a roar in the air, hit the ground hard, and then jumped up again, like a stone jumping into the distance irregularly.
, looks extremely clumsy but is extremely fast and powerful.
"I only know his surname is Tang, but I don't know what his full name is."
The young man carrying the wooden sword said thoughtfully: "If we meet at another time and place, only one of him and I will survive. The apprentice is so powerful, I don't know how strong his master is...
I heard that his master has been cultivating the Twenty-Three-Year Cicada these past few years. I wonder if he will be burdened with a heavy shell after he breaks through in the future."
There was silence around him, no one answered, and he looked back with some confusion.
The young monk's eyes were closed tightly and his eyelids were trembling. He seemed to be thinking about some troubling issue. In fact, ever since the beast-skin boy said those words about the night, the young monk has been stuck in this kind of situation.
In a strange state.
Sensing the gaze, the young monk slowly opened his eyes and grinned. The original determination and calmness in his smile had turned into compassion that came from nowhere. The flesh inside his open lips was a blur of chewed tongue.
The wooden sword boy frowned.
The young monk slowly took off the rosary beads from his wrist, hung them solemnly on his neck, and then walked away. His steps were heavy and steady, seemingly very slow, but in an instant, his figure was blurred and about to disappear in the distance.
There was no one else under the tree. All the emotions on the wooden sword boy's face faded away, leaving only absolute calm, or absolute indifference. He looked at the stone in the dust in the north that kept jumping up and down.
The shadow shouted: "Evil."
He looked at the back of the young monk in the west, who was walking silently with his head lowered, and said, "Here's a Taoist."
"Not worth mentioning."
The evil outsider is insignificant. After saying this, the thin wooden sword carried behind the young man vibrated involuntarily, making a strange buzzing sound, rising into the air with a hiss, turning into a stream of light, and chopping down the small tree in the wasteland.
Fifty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three pieces were scattered, and all the branches and trunks were turned into powder, which spread over the ants who forgot about life and death.
"When the mute speaks, put some salt on the bread."
The young man sang a song and walked towards the east. The thin wooden sword was suspended in the air a few meters behind him and followed silently.
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In the first year of Tianqi's reign in the Tang Dynasty, a vision came from the sky in the wasteland, and all the sects of the world gathered here, which made no sense.
From that day on, the descendant of Xuankong Temple practiced Qi Nian and closed his mouth and stopped speaking. The descendant of the Tang surname of the Demon Sect hid in the desert and disappeared without a trace. The descendant of Zhishou Temple, Ye Sukan, broke through the death barrier and traveled around the countries. The three of them each gained something.
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However, the three of them did not know that at the other end of the dark ravine that they did not dare to cross, near a small pond in the direction of the capital, there had been sitting a scholar, a scholar wearing straw sandals and a ragged coat.
The scholar seemed not to feel the power and severity represented by the black ravine at all. He held a book in his left hand and a wooden ladle in his right hand. He read when he had nothing to do, rested less when he was tired, and took a nap when he was thirsty.
He holds a ladle of water and drinks it, his body is covered with dust, his face looks happy.
It wasn't until the three of them left, and until the shallow black ravine on the wasteland was gradually flattened by the wind and sand, that the scholar stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, tied the wooden scoop to his waist, and carefully hid the scroll in his coat.
One last look in the direction of the capital city before leaving.
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There is a long alley in the capital city of Chang'an. To the east is the residence of Dr. Tongyi, and to the west is the residence of General Xuanwei. Although it is not a top-notch powerful title, it has great official prestige. The long alley is usually quiet, but today it is no longer quiet.
It was agreed that there was a happy event in the doctor's house, and the midwives were busy coming in and out. However, from the master to the maid, the joy on the faces of everyone in the house always seemed to be mixed with some other emotions. No one dared to laugh out loud. Those
The maid who hurriedly walked past the corner with a basin in her arms occasionally looked frightened when she heard the sounds coming from outside the wall.
General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan, who was famous for his bravery, was accused of being in contact with the enemy because he offended Xia Hou, the most brave general in the empire. After several months of personal interrogation by His Royal Highness, the result was finally obtained.
The result is very clear, and the punishment is very simple, just four words - behead everyone.
The door of Doctor Tongyi's Mansion was closed tightly. The housekeeper leaned against the crack in the door and looked nervously at the General's Mansion, which had also closed its door. Hearing the sound of heavy objects chopping into pieces of meat from the opposite side, and the sound of those skeletal watermelons rolling, his body was tormented.
He couldn't help but tremble.
The two families had lived in the same alley for many years, and everyone in the General's Mansion, from the housekeeper to the doorman, was familiar with him. Listening to those terrifying sounds, he seemed to see countless sharp knives slicing the necks of those familiar people.
Those heads with familiar faces kept rolling on the bluestone, then hit the door, gradually stacked and squeezed into a small mountain...
Blood dripped out from under the door of the General's Mansion, some were black and some were sticky, like glutinous rice liquid mixed with cinnabar, and there were some muscles like purple potato wadding in it. The pale butler stared at that place, unable to control it anymore.
My emotions started to vomit desperately.
Immediately afterwards, there were rapid sounds of horse hooves and scolding sounds outside the door, and then the door was banged desperately. It seemed that someone had escaped from the General's Palace. A general from the Prince's Palace rode on a horse and shouted sternly: "No one is missing!"
There were several scratches and bloodstains on a wall somewhere in the garden of the back house of Doctor Tongyi's house.
"Master, be obedient. You can't go out. Let Xiao Chu go. Let him go..."
In the firewood shed not far from here, a steward of the General's Mansion covered in blood looked at the two four or five-year-old boys in front of him, his withered lips moved slightly, his voice was hoarse and extremely ugly, full of wrinkles and black mud.
His face was full of despair and struggle, and he kept struggling until tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, which were so cloudy.
It didn't take long for the Yu Lin army to break into the Tongyi doctor's house and find the woodshed. After seeing the dead bodies of the old and the young in the woodshed, the captain reported loudly with lingering fear:
"One or more, they are all dead."
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The simplest way to interpret the four words "Exalted Master" is that masters generally live outside the world, and those who live outside the world are likely to be experts. There is actually some truth hidden in the nonsense. What they fear is something that mortals cannot touch, and what they are happy about
It is beyond the comprehension of mortals.
Therefore, the secular world never knows what happens outside the secular world, and people outside the world will not pay attention to the scenes of life and death or the joy of rebirth that are going on in the secular world, let alone the butcher's scale that is missing a pound, or the cellar of an alcoholic's house that is eaten out by rats.
Mudong, General Xuanwei died in the imperial court, and a certain civil servant gave birth to a daughter.
The joys and sorrows of the two worlds are never connected.
If you can communicate with each other, you are a sage.
There is a high mountain on the outskirts of Chang'an, the capital city. Half of the peaks are hidden in the clouds. Between the cliffs facing the west of the back mountain, there is a figure slowly climbing up the mountain. This man's back is extremely tall. He is wearing a black blouse on top of his unlined upper garments.
Carrying a food box inside.
After swaying in the wind and walking to the outside of a cave, the tall man sat down, opened the food box, took out his chopsticks, put a piece of ginger in his lips and chewed carefully, then picked up two pieces of mutton and ate them, sighing with satisfaction.
The capital city Chang'an under the setting sun will gradually be shrouded in darkness, and there are faint rain clouds floating in the distance.
The tall man looked at somewhere in the capital and said with emotion: "I seem to see you back then."
Then he looked up at the sky, pointed at the sky with chopsticks in his right hand, and said: "As for you, what's the use of flying high?"
Obviously, these two sentences were addressed to two different people. After a moment of silence, the tall man picked up the rice wine at hand and drank it all in one gulp. He held up the empty wine bowl and looked at the sky and the earth around the capitals and chanted: "The wind is blowing.
The rainy night is coming."
When the wind blows, the wind blows from outside the mountain, making the skirts of clothes whistle, the old trees among the rocks shaking sharply, and the rocks falling straight down. When the word "rain falls" comes out of his mouth, the rain clouds drifting to the sky above the capital in the distance
There was a sudden darkness, and countless raindrops turned into a pillar, pouring down from the last twilight. When he finished these words, the night just occupied half of the sky, and it was as dark as the eyes of Hades.
The tall man put down the wine bowl heavily and muttered in annoyance: "It's so fucking dark."