While he was on the other side of the mountains and ridges, she was waiting quietly in Chang'an City.
It's the same cold winter, but the intensity of the chill is different. Fortunately, the night is still so fair. When it covers the Tianqi Mountains, it also covers Chang'an City. In Lin 47 Lane in the depth of winter, Lao Bizhai once again welcomed an ordinary person.
night.
In the small courtyard, Sangsang sat on a small bench, looking at the white light on her fingertips. Her dark little face was illuminated by the light, and her willow eyes became brighter and brighter, as if she was missing something.
The old man looked at him with a smile, holding his hands in his sleeves. The cotton-padded jacket on his body was much cleaner than before, and his gray hair was combed smoothly. His appearance was still ordinary. No one could believe that he was the bright priest of Xiling Temple.
A few days ago, there was some light snowfall in Chang'an City. Tonight, the snow has stopped and the clouds have dispersed. The sky is clear and the sky is clear. The dark sky is dotted with thousands of stars. I calmly look at the buildings on the ground and the people in the buildings.
The divine radiance gradually extinguished on the thin fingertips. Sangsang looked up at the stars in the sky and asked seriously: "Teacher, divine magic can sense and control the Haotian divine radiance. The Haotian divine radiance is sunlight, so why can starlight also do it?"
The old man took his hands out of the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket and prepared to explain a few sentences about the meaning of Haotian.
Sangsang didn't notice his movements, and looked at the night stars with squinted willow leaves, frowning and continued: "Could it be that these stars in the sky are countless suns? It's just that they are too far away from us, so they look smaller.
If it's darker, the aura you feel when practicing magic will be much lighter than during the day?"
The old man lamented that he only thought of this after practicing magic for three years, but his new female disciple discovered it so early. He couldn't help but feel joy, pride, loss, slight sourness, and many complex emotions: "Logically speaking, it should be
Like this, but more than ten years ago I once took a look at the appearance of the stars and felt that it was different from what I imagined."
Sangsang withdrew his gaze and no longer looked up at the stars. Looking at the old man's kind face, he asked seriously: "Teacher, practice is to control the vitality of heaven and earth to control weapons and hit people. How should we hit people when we practice magic?"
The old man smiled and shook his head, thinking that his disciple was obsessed with beating people with magic. He really didn't know what was in her heart that made her so persistent. He said softly: "The divine radiance of Haotian is the most pure and peaceful, and it is the source of all the vitality in the world.
The foundation of the universe, but it is also the most violent, because it can purify everything in the world into nothingness."
A dead leaf floated onto Sangsang's knees. She glanced at the traces of snow remaining on the leaf, gently pushed it away with her hands, looked at the old man and continued to ask seriously: "How does Haotian's divine brilliance purify everything in the world? Like burning
Like firewood?"
Unexpectedly, the little girl would use firewood to cook rice as a metaphor for divine purification, and the old man burst into laughter.
Then he explained seriously: "You can imagine the divine brilliance as countless extremely fine small particles. The specific appearance of these small particles cannot be seen with the naked eye. These particles can emit light and can have almost infinite speed. However, once the speed is almost infinite,
When spread at high speeds, they lose all power."
"The spread of divine power is more like the ripples of lake water. The power contained in the waves is where its power lies. But your analogy is not wrong. Only when the particles in the divine light begin to vibrate violently and rub out things that cannot be seen in this world."
Only under severe high temperatures will it show its unique power to purify everything in the world."
The old man looked at Sangsang's thoughtful little face, paused for a moment, and said solemnly: "Magic is a very powerful ability, but the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Anyone who wants to have this ability
, you must have a matching character, your heart must be pure and transparent without a trace of filth, and you must have a bright outlook, so that you will not be counterattacked."
In his eyes, Sangsang was extremely clean and transparent from her hair to her toes. It was precisely because of this that he would wander around Alley 47 for many days as if she had discovered a treasure, thinking that she was the opportunity given to him by Haotian.
At this time, the old man spoke so solemnly about the concept of light, because he was worried that if he left this world in the future, this female disciple would be blinded by the darkness of the world, and her mind would be blinded by the dust, and she would no longer be transparent.
There is a well in the courtyard. The water in the well is filled with fresh water. The starlight seeps in but cannot stay.
Sangsang shook his head and said: "Transparency has no color, and whether it is darkness or light, they are all colors."
The old man was silent and slowly savored the words of the female disciple. He actually felt that it made sense. Vaguely, he realized that this statement was correct. He thought with emotion that only truly transparent people would understand this.
Click it.
Sangsang continued to say seriously: "Young master taught me before that power is power, and it does not have any attributes of good or evil. Don't believe any talk about innate good and evil."
The old man looked into her eyes and found that there was no doubt in her eyes, only certainty and natural belief, with a slightly strange expression, thinking that the young master seemed to be an interesting person.
These days in Laobi Studio, he heard countless nonsense or aphorisms left by the young master through Sangsang. He was a little curious about how the young master could develop such realistic and certain concepts, and he was also a little emotional about that.
It was the young master's luck that Sang Sang could be so unreasonably trusting and dependent on him.
"Since you are more interested in the power of divine magic, let us give it a try."
The old man smiled and stretched out his index finger, and a ball of flame appeared on the fingertip. The sacred white flame had no temperature. However, the next moment the courtyard was enveloped in a scorching aura, and the high temperature in the flame began to spread.
"The first thing we need to do is to perceive and condense the divine brilliance of Haotian between heaven and earth, as we have done in the past few days, and then ask the divine radiance to spread its heat and power beyond the light with awe."
The white flame fell from the old man's fingers and landed on the winter leaves that Sangsang had previously brushed off his knees. With a soft hiss, the remaining traces on the winter leaves and the leaves themselves disappeared in an instant, not even a trace of it.
There is no blue smoke.
Sangsang looked at this picture, lowered his head and thought quietly for a moment, then raised his head, and extended his index finger like the old man did before. A lovely round flame appeared on the fingertip, and the flame contained a terrifying high temperature.
The old man looked at the ball of light on her fingertips. Although he had experienced too many shocks from this little female disciple these days, his old eyes were still uncontrollably filled with wonder, joy and satisfaction.
You can condense Haotian's divine brilliance with just one look, and you can use Haotian's divine radiance with another glance?
The old man was praised as the most outstanding great priest of light after the legendary figure a thousand years ago, and the person closest to Haotian in the world. However, he knew very well that he could not do this, and neither could that person a thousand years ago.
Sang Sang looked at the flame on her finger, with a hesitant look on her face, as if she didn't know what to do with it. She looked at the stove, looked at the firewood under the stove and the water pot on the stove, and thought about the previous preparations.
While the water was boiling, Willow Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a flick he flicked the flame from his fingertips into the stove eye.
The round flame floated into the eye of the stove and landed gently on the dry firewood. There was only a soft hissing sound. The dry firewood was instantly ignited and began to burn. After a while, silk threads emerged from the water pot.
Threads of steam.
The flames that floated into the stove's eyes did not burn the dry firewood into blue smoke, which showed that the purity and power of Sangsang's condensed divine light were still far behind the true powerhouse of Shinto. However, there was no trace of it on her little face.
Instead of feeling frustrated at all, he showed a happy smile, thinking that it was great that he didn't waste dry wood or the fire at his fingertips.
Then she said: "Teacher, the water is hot and you can wash the dishes."
The old man stood up, rolled up his thick cotton sleeves awkwardly, and walked toward the kitchen. Fortunately, what he ate today was fish ball noodles in clear soup instead of chicken noodle soup. There shouldn't be too much oil on the bowl, so it should be better.