Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 101, One Step Cliff
The morning light comes, Chang'an City slowly wakes up from its sleep
The door of Lao Bizhai was pushed open, and the big men in Linshishiyixiang were immediately alert.
This year is colder than in previous years, but it has not snowed for several days. The remaining snow under the roots of the tree are heading towards the gray day after day. However, just as the door creaked open, snow fell in the sky.
The second senior brother looked up at the sky, then looked at the door that had just opened opposite him.
A black carriage at the entrance of the alley slowly drove from the wind and snow. The heavy body made of all metal was trembling slightly, and a low thunderous thunder was emitted between the wheels.
Master Yan Se and the great priest of Guangming walked out of the shop door and sat in Mamu.
A moment later, a thin figure also walked out of Lao Bizhai.
Sangsang held the new urn with his left arm and the old urn with his right arm, which seemed a little heavy and difficult to climb up Ma Mou.
The black carriage drove towards the city gate in the wind and snow.
Linfoss alley was still quiet. Neither the general at the alley nor the censor at the end of the alley was moving, and he looked at Black Ma Mou leaving with a serious expression.
The second senior brother stood up from the stool, and walked towards the city gate with his hands behind his back with Chen Pipi following the track of the black carriage.
Until this time, the rest of the big guys in the alley dared to take action.
The general ordered the Yulin Army hiding everywhere in Chang'an City to return to the camp.
The censor went straight into the palace to overthrow his orders.
National Master Li Qingshan looked at the carriage that was about to disappear in the wind and snow in Chang'an, and slowly lowered his body and bowed.
There is a not very famous mountain in the northern suburbs of Chang'an City. The mountain is not high and there are no anecdotes of scholars to help it. The miscellaneous surroundings of the mountains and wilderness also lack some beautiful meaning, so there are few tourists on weekdays, and this morning, the wind and snow are windy and snowy.
When it reaches steeply, the road is covered with snow and cannot be moved on the mountain, and it is even more dead. It seems that it is not in the world.
The black carriage was parked at the foot of this unknown mountain. The Mulumba made of fine iron fracturing the green plate under the wheel. If you force climb the mountain, you will probably cause two terrifying wounds to the muddy mountain road.
Two old men were walking on the mountain road. The cotton jacket was a little old but very clean. It was gently trembling by the mountain wind, but the Taoist robe was still new but it was stained with a lot of oil and dirt. It was blown by the mountain wind and waved around.
Whether from the clothes or the slightly hunched old bodies, the two old men on the mountain road were very ordinary, but when they walked in the wind and snow, they felt like they were about to leave.
Below the mountain road, the thin Sangsang held two heavy urns, lowered his head and pursed his lips, staring at the stone steps under the hem of his skirt, which seemed to have no end, and rushed to chase the two in front of him.
And the old man went there.
Master Yan Se pulled a snow branch off his face and sighed, "I don't know if the new urn will be filled with it later or the old urn will become heavier."
The great master of Light walked beside him and said with a smile: "It depends on Haotian's arrangement."
Master Yan Se wiped the snow water on the Taoist robe and said, "Actually, it's good to fill it all."
The great master of Guangming nodded and said, "The two urns are placed side by side, so it can be considered as being a neighbor."
Master Yan Se turned his head and looked at him, and kept his sleeves behind him and continued to climb up the steps.
Under a cedar plant, the two old men took a short rest and waited for Sangsang below to catch up.
Master Yan Se suddenly asked curiously as he looked at the old man's calm face, "Have you ever been to the Apocalypse back then?"
The great master of Light narrowed his old eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about what happened many years ago. After a long period of silence, he whispered: "I have been there once, and then I was knocked down from the dust, deprived of the opportunity to get close to Haotian."
Master Yan Se looked at him blankly and said with emotion: "What a great opportunity is it to be able to break the five realms? How many practitioners in the world have never been able to contact you for a lifetime. You have actually reached this point more than ten years ago. No wonder the master watched it back then.
I still think you are the first person in the Taoist sect.”
The great priest of Light sighed softly and said, "It's actually a pain when I saw it before, but I can never see you again."
Sangsang finally arrived under the cedar, his face flushed and he was panting.
The two elders didn't give her any rest, so they continued to step onto the steps towards the top of the mountain.
Master Yan Se said: "I have broken through the five realms but was knocked down from dust. This can only prove that Haotian thinks that your actions are wrong, so he is determined to take back this gift. You have to pursue the shadow of the night.
, Pluto's son... actually has something to do with Haotian's glory? In fact, in the end you believe in yourself, not Haotian."
The great priest of Light sighed and said, "Actually, over the past few decades, I have been thinking about a question, why those extremely outstanding thrones of Light in the history of the temple often leave Taoshan in the end, why are they called the people closest to Haotian? In the end, they often end up
Will you choose to take a path that Haotian does not appreciate? This is the ancestor who founded the Demon Sect a thousand years ago, and this is the senior who apostate hundreds of years ago, and finally I also embarked on these paths."
He turned around and looked at Yan Se, and after a long silence, he said, "I have been thinking about this question for a long time. Even when I was climbing the mountain, I was still thinking about every step, until now I looked at the red sun rising in the sea of clouds ahead.
, Seeing the warm red light, I realized that it was because the person sitting on the Mi Ming throne believed that Fang Mi Ming was only down.”
Master Yan Se was silent. He understood the meaning of the sentence "The Great Master of Light".
Believe in light, the Haotian does not necessarily mean light.
At this time, the two old men had already reached the top of the Wuming Mountain. Sangsang rested under a straight poplar behind him. The two old and new urns beside him and her slightly black face reflected a rosy luster, full of warmth.
At the end of the sea of clouds on the east side of the cliff, the newborn sun has all jumped out, and the red and bright round is round.
There are still fine snow floating on the cliff. Looking at the rising sun in the snow, it is really a strange picture.
Walking to the cliff, Master Yan Se reached out to drive away the snowflakes that floated in front of him. Looking at Dongfang's peacefully smiling red sun in the two-layer cloud mezzanine, he asked, "How is it like taking that step?"
Take a step forward and you will enter the white clouds lingering in the mountains below, or walk into the warm brilliance.
The great priest of Light walked to him, looked side by side at the sunset in the distance, and said, "After you fought with Liu Bai next to the seawall of Song State, I saw the red sun set, and I felt something, but I only stepped out half of it.
step.
"No matter how step by step, I will take it, and I envy you very much." Master Yan Se said with emotion: "No wonder Liu Bai looked at you so strangely that day. I am still a guy who knows it later."
The Master of Light recalled the shocking sword that broke through the sky many years ago, which seemed to come from thousands of miles away to make an appointment. Thinking of the moving talisman of the old Taoist shook the sea and quietly waves beside him, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Press up."
Theory of Taoism Liu Bai should have taken that half step long ago, but for some reason there has been no news for so many years, maybe it is fear?"
Master Yan Se thought about the strongest man he had met in his life, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything about well.
The great master of Light looked at him and said with a smile: "Many people think that you entered the Tao with pure yang and cut off the possibility of breaking the five realms, but I think that there will be a new life in the extreme places. Liu Bai is the most powerful person in the world.
, but you can face the enemy head-on and be unbeaten by him. If he can cross over, there is no reason why you can’t cross over. So...what about you?"
The mountain breeze came with snow, blowing with wide Taoist robe, Master Yan Se looked at the green sky and the red sun among the clouds, and said calmly: "Last year, De Ning Que became a disciple, and all the obsessions turned into tranquility,
My mind suddenly became open, and then I realized that I was going to take that step vaguely, but for some reason I was unwilling to take it.
He looked at the great priest of Light and said, "It's like you said Liu Bai, because of fear."
The great priest of the Light frowned into mountains and rivers in the morning light. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Why are you afraid?"
"The ultimate truth of the talisman path is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, the most essential rule. I practice talismans in this life, and practice talismans throughout my life, and gradually move towards the original, but the ultimate point is the area that only Haotian is qualified to touch.
.”
Master Yan Se said expressionlessly: "After practicing talismans, you will inevitably touch the forbidden area. The emphasis is on self-enlightenment and no apocalypse. So what will happen if you break the five realms?
It's fear."
The morning sun is calmly staring at the other side of the cliff at the distant sea of clouds. The light is so red and warm, illuminating the stone snow trees on the cliff. It is the kind and generous Haotian giving the rules and life to the world.
The great priest of Light said, "Although I seem to have betrayed Haotian, what I have practiced is the magical art after all. Haotian's light will give me eyes and endless power to see through everything in the world. I have an advantage in the battle during the day."
Master Yan Se shook his head and said, "Chang'an City is my home court. My feet have walked through the streets and alleys in the city and traveled through the beautiful rivers and mountains outside the city. This mountain is my talisman, so you are not too big.
Advantages.”
The great priest of Guangming smiled and said, "No matter what, it is better not to disturb the world and adjust the dream."
Master Yan Se said, "Since you are advised to leave Chang'an City, this is what you want."
As the words came to an end, the wide Taoist sleeves danced gently, and as a clear light flashed, the oily and unpleasant breaths between the Taoist sleeves suddenly purified without a trace, and a powerful and inexplicable talisman slowly penetrated from the cracks of the rocks.
come out.
"I haven't seen the mountain characters for many years." The great master of Light said with emotion.
He stretched out his cotton sleeve with his right hand and waved it gently in the wind and snow. The morning light from the east instantly reflected his thin right hand into a white and jade-like existence. Countless faint light spots radiated from his fingers, flying like fireflies
To the sky.
The powerful talisman seeping out between the rocks and these divine glow spots containing the sacred aura did not produce a terrifying result. Instead, they snuggled intimately, slowly falling from the top of the mountain to the cliff, gradually forming an invisible ray of
The barrier, the seven-color streaming light circulates on the barrier, like a beautiful rainbow in the snow.
The two old men looked at the rainbow cover in front of them that enveloped the entire mountain, feeling the harmony and strength, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the silent little girl behind them with her head down.
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