Experience changes temperament, and level determines height. Practitioners are naturally different from ordinary people. For thousands of years, those great practitioners who have passed the threshold of the five realms can call the wind and rain, move the heaven and earth, and overlook the common people. The spiritual world naturally gradually moves away from the earthly world and toward the world.
Leaving the inhuman realm.
This is a truth that is easy to understand. The master was not able to avoid this mental journey back then. Later, he and Ning Que changed the matter. The method he used to find his true heart was incredible.
Senior Brother is the fastest person in the world, but he is called Li Manman because he is very slow in everything he does. Even adolescence and the confusion period after becoming a great practitioner come much slower than others, but
No matter how late it comes, it will eventually come. He has thought about this problem before and has his own opinions, or choices. At this time, when he said that drunkards are inhumane, he was not praising the other party's superb state, but a veiled accusation.
For such a gentle person like him to actually accuse the other party, it shows that no matter how calm he seems at this time, he is actually extremely angry.
- He is angry that drunkards kill people, kill sages, kill sages without reason, and may kill more people. This is something that is difficult for him to understand and cannot accept.
Yokogi mocked and said: "It's really hypocritical."
The so-called cultivation, whether it is to enter or exit the world, whether it is for immortality or nirvana, is essentially the opposite of ordinary people. He had said that the academy was hypocritical before, but now he heard the elder brother say that everyone has a heart that cannot bear others.
, insisting on putting himself in the category of ordinary people, he couldn't help but make fun of him again.
The senior brother recalled the conversations at the back of the academy and said: "The second junior brother and the junior junior brother have criticized me in the past. The junior junior brother was more subtle, while Jun Mo was very direct. Although the third junior sister has never made any comments,
But I know she has been
I have always looked down upon my way of doing things... it is indeed hypocritical... Since I can kill, I should kill. If I don't kill, I will be passing on my responsibilities to others... and... I can always find some
Someone who should be killed."
He gradually calmed down, looked at the drunkard and said: "The water is clear and the water is turbid, so you can wash your hands and wash your feet. The Surabaya water is red. I can't always walk by the water without getting my shoes wet."
These calm words concealed some kind of determination, which for the Taoist sect, heralded some great danger. Long Qing, who had been listening silently, narrowed his eyes slightly and his expression became serious.
"It's useless even if you start killing people now."
The drunkard looked very indifferent and said: "Haotian loves the world, I am not Haotian. You love the world, I am not you. If I kill someone, you will suffer. If you kill someone, what can you do to me?"
The senior brother asked: "Is there no one or thing in this world that you care about?"
"I have lived for countless years, all my relatives and friends are dead, and I have no old friends. Now I am old, sick and lonely, and have no love or hatred in the world. No matter how you kill me, how can you make me moved?"
The drunkard's expression was indifferent, but his words contained endless vicissitudes of life, leaving the other three silent.
At this time, a light rain fell. The rain purified the dust on the ground, softened the willow leaves on the riverside, wetted the hair, and brought a cold autumn feeling to the world.
In the autumn rain, the senior brother looked at the drunkard and said: "So I will definitely lose?"
The drunkard said: "There is something to love, so there is something to fear. You can't help but lose."
Long Qing and Hengmu left the imperial city in the rain, leading two thousand Xiling Temple guard cavalry toward Daze and the Song Dynasty. In the miserable mist and rain, tens of millions of people would die.
The autumn rain was getting heavier and heavier. Senior Brother lowered his head and stood in front of the chariot and in front of Liu Yiqing's body. The rain wet his hair and hung down on his forehead, making him look a little sad.
The world is flat, but rain cannot be completely uniform, otherwise there would be no Hao disasters and floods in the world. However, the rain this autumn strangely covered most of the mountains, rivers, and towns. Fortunately, the rain was not intense. Big, pattering, neither urgent nor slow, not as frightening as the time when Master ascended to heaven, but more like the spring rain that wets people's hearts.
It was also raining in Chuzhou. The eaves of the pavilions on Dongshan Mountain were wet, and people's clothes were also wet. Two old servants knelt in front of the body of the prefect and cried bitterly. The officials and gentry who came from the city in the early morning were pale and shocked. Speechless, no one noticed what a man who looked like a master was doing on the pavilion pillar.
Although the scenery of Dongshan is beautiful, the terrain is too high and rarely visited by tourists. No one has ever understood why the prefect, who is known for his integrity and caring for the people, mobilized the people to spend money to build such a pavilion on the top of the mountain at a time of severe national situation. We know that this pavilion, which brought extremely rare negative comments to the prefect, is actually a teleportation array that can transmit some very simple and important information to Chang'an City.
Such teleportation arrays cost a lot of money. Even with the rich resources of the Tang Dynasty, they could only build a few, one each in Helan City and Tuyang City. Because Chuzhou faced the Yan and Song Dynasties, its strategic position became increasingly important, so the imperial court spent a huge amount of money. With the capital, the prefect came forward to preside over the construction of this pavilion with a bad reputation.
In the eyes of Chuzhou officials and people, the man who walked into the Dongshan Pavilion was the chief staff officer of the prefect. In fact, he was a secret guard directly under the imperial palace. What he wanted to do was activate the pavilion.
Dongshan Pavilion sent back the first information to Chang'an City. It was not the invasion of Yan and Song Dynasty, nor the collapse of the river embankment, but a letter of death. The man who built this pavilion... was dead.
It is also raining in Chang'an City. The rainwater flows down the bright yellow palace eaves. The autumn chrysanthemums in the imperial garden are washed more and more delicate and bright according to the season. The yellow pistils overlap each other and are extremely pleasing to the eye. In the study, Li Yu looked at what he had just seen from the small building. The news of the death of the prefect came from everywhere, and there was silence! For a long time, Qiu Ju looked at the window and was silent for a long time.
Zeng Jing looked at her slightly pale profile, suppressed the shock and anger in her heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "The court must respond, otherwise... there will be chaos."
An empire, a court, a territory. What maintains these terms can be spirit or courage or historical inheritance, but what is really important is the management organization. In other words, it is the officials at all levels. No matter how perfect the system is, it also needs It's up to people to handle it specifically.
When officials may die at any time, when officials discover that they may die at any time, the system of managing the empire will be crumbling and will irreversibly collapse.
The governor of Chuzhou died, and the court had to respond, either to find and kill the murderer, to conceal the truth, or to make the enemy stop. Since the truth could not be concealed, there were only two other options left.
There are only two or three people in the world who can penetrate deep into the country, ignore the Tianshu Office and the Academy, and kill the Chuzhou Prefect quietly. No matter who they are, they are not something that the Tang Dynasty court can deal with, even if the Tang Dynasty is the most powerful person in the world. Powerful countries - because those people have transcended the realm of the world.
Li Yu knew this very well. Looking at Huang Ju who was wet by the rain outside the window, he said: "Let the academy handle it... kill that person, or find a way to make that person stop... But, Ning Que... you
We have to kill that person in the end, otherwise how can Mr. Ouyang rest in peace?"
When Ning Que learned about the death of the prefect, he was eating noodles on the city wall. In the past few dozen days, because he wanted to overlook the world and wait for the opportunity, he ate and lived on the city wall.
He didn't know Ouyang Prefect of Chuzhou. He had only heard of his virtuous name. He was a little sentimental, and then fell silent. Last night, he raised his iron bow and aimed at Linkang City, waiting for the moment when the drunkard appeared. He knew the plan of himself and his senior brother.
If it didn't succeed, there would be a counterattack from the drunkard, but I didn't expect that the counterattack would come so quickly.
Drunkards and butchers are special beings in the history of spiritual practice. Along with the years, their realms are unfathomable and have already become otherworldly. If possible, the academy does not want to be hostile to them, but now that they have surrendered to Haotian, they have become the most important members of the academy.
Enemies you want to kill.
Since a long time ago, the academy has been preparing to deal with drunkards and butchers, but it has never thought of a practical method. The arrangements made in advance also have a disturbing sense of determination, so Ning Que kept criticizing the teacher for not having done anything before he left this world.
Killing the drunkard and the butcher was extremely irresponsible, and he did not give up on looking for any opportunity to directly shoot the two strong men into idiots from a distance.
It's a pity that he missed this opportunity, so he is very likely to become a fool now. If he knew that this was because of Long Qing's action, it might create more sense of cause and effect.
"I want to go down." Ning Que said.
There were dozens of Tang soldiers on the city wall who were responsible for taking care of his food and daily life. Those busy in the temporary kitchen were all the royal chefs in the palace. People knew that he had never left the city wall these days. Suddenly, he heard
I was very surprised when he said he wanted to leave.
It's not a trip, just leave as soon as you want.
Ning Que walked down the city wall and walked on the bluestone ground that was moistened by the autumn rain and turned dark.
After autumn, the leaves on both sides of Zhuque Avenue are quickly dyed red and yellow. After the early morning rain, countless leaves fall from the treetops and pile up like colorful waves on the street, which is almost knee-deep.
In a short period of time, the drunkard will not give him another chance, and the strong men of the Xiling Temple will become very cautious, and they will not dare to enter Chang'an, so there is little point in him guarding the city wall.
The problem he has to solve now is how to stop the drunkards from killing people - if the drunkards are allowed to continue killing, the Tang Kingdom will overthrow before the armies from the Xiling Temple and the Golden Tent Palace attack.
The drunkard had not done this before because he was afraid of the academy, because the master's influence still existed, and because although he yearned for the kingdom of God, he was unwilling to destroy the human world.
Now that he is getting angry, how should the academy respond?
If the master and the young master were still alive, then the matter would be simple. Just kill the fellow with a stick or a sword, and kill the butcher at the same time. Unfortunately, they are no longer here.
It is difficult for the senior brother to stop the drunkard, because he is not that kind of person, and the second senior brother cannot do it either. The two of them will only fight against the drunkard, just like they did in the Xuankong Temple before.
When desperate efforts are not needed, Ning Que despises desperate measures because he always thinks that his own life and the lives of his fellow academy brothers and sisters are always more important than the lives of others. No matter you are a drunkard or a butcher,
Neither the leader nor the temple leader has the right to change our lives, so he strongly disagrees with Chao Xiaoshu's arrangement and has not considered what the two senior brothers would do.
If Third Senior Sister was in Chang'an, what would he do? If Liansheng was still alive, what would he do? Ning Que walked among the yellow and red fallen leaves, breathing in the fresh air in the autumn rain, his mind became very clear, and he knew what he should do
Did it.
(It’s rare that I’ve actually reached 3,000 words. I’ve made some progress, and I hope I can maintain it—what I said to myself.)