Chapter 1465 Human Hell
Chapter 1470 Human Hell
One stitch after another floated out of the crack.
Lai Fu, who was guarding outside the crack, held the stitches and sewed them back to their original position in an instant.
Everything happened in a flash.
The head of Jinglian, which was sewn in the middle of the crack, slowly turned and witnessed everything that happened in the ultimate hidden treasure. It turned its head back to its original position and saw Lai Fu sew the last remaining hole in the crack. It suddenly opened its eyes wide - the next moment, it was like a deflated ball, and the raging fire in its eyes went out!
"Forget it, forget it..."
It murmured, recalling the blow in the ultimate hidden treasure, when Jinmu pierced through Lu Mu's left eye, and its eyes showed deep fear and... envy.
It was impossible for it to do such a temporary method.
At the moment, it seems that he has a chance to escape from the imprisonment and gain freedom - in fact, there is no possibility at all. Who knows whether that person has other means left to deal with it in the future?
Jinglian sighed deeply, looked at Lai Fu, the ancestor of the Nian, who was squatting under the mountain wall, and hesitated to say: "You are also born from my nature. Although you are my enemy now... after all, you and I have been together for many years here. Why don't you stay and talk to me?"
Lai Fu stood up and was about to leave. Hearing the voice, he turned his head and looked at Jinglian.
There seemed to be some hesitation in his scarlet eyes.
It was these slight hesitations that made Jinglian secretly happy.
But the next moment, Lai Fu turned back and directly unfolded his body, turning into a long-haired black dragon of 10,000 feet, swimming into the void between heaven and earth, and disappearing in an instant!
"Ah..."
On the snowy mountain, only Jinglian's low sigh was left.
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Huashan.
Ziyunguan Medicine King Hall
The Medicine King Hall is divided into two floors, with a statue of the Medicine King Immortal Master over two meters high in the middle. There is a corridor on the second floor, surrounding the entire statue of the Medicine King Immortal Master.
There are few pilgrims on the second floor of the temple, and most of them are Taoists in the temple who go up to sweep and clean the Medicine King statue.
At this time, the Medicine King Hall is crowded with people, and pilgrims are coming in an endless stream.
In the incense burner squatting in front of the Medicine King Immortal Master and his attendants, there are several feet high incense sticks. The incense heads are burning, and the green smoke is curling up the main beam of the hall, and the smoke is spreading everywhere.
On the second floor corridor.
Wu Daozi, wearing a much neater set of clothes, and his junior brother Yang Huizhi stood in front of the railing, and Wu Daozi's new disciple Wang Quan was waiting behind them.
"They are all miserable people...
When there is no more incense in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples, it means that all people in the world can live and work in peace and contentment, without any troubles and worries in the world." Although Yang Huizhi cannot see, he has a clear mind. Whether his eyes can see things is not a big problem for him.
He felt that more and more people were gathering in the Medicine King Hall, and said with emotion.
Wu Daoxuan looked at the crowds below. Under the thin smoke of incense, he and the people who came to offer incense below were only a few feet away, but he felt that they were in two different worlds.
"There are always pilgrims coming to burn incense in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples all over the world.
The biggest trouble in the world is birth, aging, sickness and death, but it is more than just birth, aging, sickness and death." Wu Daoxuan said coldly, shaking his head, "Look at these people below, who doesn't have all kinds of thoughts and desires in their hearts.
They come to pray to gods and Buddhas, asking for inner peace and freedom from worries?
I don't think so.
They ask for too much.
Everyone's requests and desires are truly revealed, that is a hell - these gods and clay figures created by people to satisfy their thoughts are more like demons entrenched in the center of hell in their hearts!"
Wang Quan stood behind his master, listening to his master's words, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
He felt that his master's words were too extreme, but thinking deeply, he felt that what Wu Daozi said seemed to contain deep truths. Wang Quan shook his head and dared not think too much. He turned his head and looked at Yang Huizhi, his eyes were anxious, thinking that his master, as a guest in someone else's Taoist temple, was not taking the host seriously.
He might anger the other party and be driven out of the Taoist temple.
Yang Huizhi just smiled bitterly and shook his head after hearing what his senior brother said.
He did not say much to Wu Daozi, but said to Wang Quan: "Young man, you don't have to look at me like this, but I am not the owner of this place.
Your master's words angered the Taoist priests of Ziyun Temple. They want to drive him away, and I can't do anything about it."
As he spoke, Yang Huizhi stroked his beard and laughed.
Wang Quan was even more embarrassed when he heard this. It seemed that his thoughts in front of the blind old man could not be concealed at all, and they were all read through by the other party.
Wu Daoxuan was brought out by his words.
He was filled with indignation, and he didn't know how to calm down. He just couldn't get angry after hearing Yang Huizhi's words. He snorted and said nothing more.
The second-floor corridor of the temple briefly returned to peace.
Wang Quan was relieved when he saw this, and then he heard Yang Huizhi's slow voice: "Around dusk today, the saint will climb to the top of Mount Hua."
Saint? !
When Wang Quan heard this title, his heart was shocked, and he suddenly thought of something, and he looked up at the master in front of him.
The title of "saint" nowadays no longer refers only to the one in the Chang'an Palace.
The leader of Xuanmen is also respected as "saint" by the disciples of the world.
Because of his saintly virtue, the great prosperity of "no tricks in the world" has come. Under the influence of the disciples of the various Dharma lines, all people in the world gradually respect the leader of Xuanmen as "Saint"!
In this occasion, the "Saint" referred to by the Sage of Carving cannot be the one in the palace, but must be the leader of Xuanmen.
And the Sage of Xuanmen had replied a few days ago and agreed to host the competition between Master Wang Quan - Wu Daoxuan and the Sage of Carving!
The competition between the Master and the Sage of Carving is also approaching!
Compared with this competition, Wang Quan is actually more looking forward to seeing the Saint in person.
It is said that the Saint has the "appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, and the appearance of the sun and the sky" - what exactly should such a demeanor and appearance look like?
Wang Quan's mind was full of wild thoughts.
Wu Daozi was also stunned for a moment when he heard his junior brother's words.
He turned to look at Yang Huizhi, the anger on his face disappeared for a moment, and he asked Yang Huizhi in a deep voice: "The cultivation of the bad commander is so high that no one in the world can reach him.
I heard from people in the martial arts world that some powerful beings can travel from Chang'an to Luoyang in just one hour.
With his cultivation, he can reach wherever he wants in a moment?
Why does he have to climb to the top of Mount Hua at dusk?"
Hearing this, Yang Huizhi replied helplessly: "He now insists on taking a boat and riding a horse from somewhere else to Mount Hua, but I don't know why he does this.
Brother, the saint climbed Mount Hua at dusk, and he will probably have to wait until tomorrow to officially talk about the competition between you and me.
Brother, take a good rest these days.
I wonder if you are ready? What kind of painting will you show by then?"
"I have already prepared it, and I can finish it by then." Wu Daoxuan replied. The indignation in his heart had been brewing for too many years, and he expressed it with his pen and ink. With his own accumulation of several years, he felt that he could paint the most accomplished painting in his life.
After talking with Yang Huizhi, the group left the Medicine King Hall and went to other places to enjoy the scenery.
…
"Master."
The wooden door was pushed open, and a mountain breeze swept into the dim house, causing the oil lamp squatting on the table to shake for a while.
Wang Quan walked into the house carrying a wooden basin, in which hot water was swaying and steam was floating.
He glanced at Wu Daoxuan, who was sitting on the small bed, with his face flickering with the light, and turned back to close the door and bring the water to Wu Daoxuan's feet.
Wu Daoxuan had taken off his shoes and socks, and his feet were on a horse stool. He watched his disciple bring the water and reach out to wash his feet. He leaned over to stop the other party's action, and used his hand to stir the water twice. After testing the water temperature, he put his feet into the water.
Wu Daoxuan had no expression on his face, and every wrinkle on his face was full of the vicissitudes of life.
He lowered his head and rubbed his feet. He and his disciple were silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "I have also seen the paintings you drew."
Wang Quan heard the voice, and a light flashed in his eyes.
But when he looked at Wu Daoxuan's face, the light in his eyes dimmed again.
The sound of the water being stirred in the wooden basin disturbed the condensed atmosphere below. Wu Daoxuan stood up, picked up a cloth towel on the edge of the bed next to him, and wiped the water drops on his feet. He threw down the towel, looked up at Wang Quan, and said: "You are really a person without talent."
This sentence made Wang Quan's heart sink suddenly.
Wu Daoxuan looked at his disciple's face, and a contemptuous smile suddenly appeared on his face.
But I don't know if he was mocking his disciple's dispensable talent?
Or was he despising the invisible and unpredictable destiny?
"It doesn't matter. When I accepted you as my disciple, I had thought that you would be such an untalented person. Yang Huizhi didn't achieve much in painting, so he turned to sculpture.
Everyone in the world knows this.
But people in the world don't know that what he meant by "not achieving much in painting" was that he couldn't compare to me at that time. I'm not just any cat or dog. Ninety-nine percent of the painters in the world can't compare to me. He's just a little bit behind me. Do you understand?
Yang Huizhi is not without talent in painting!
On the contrary, he has a very high talent in this way, so he turned to sculpture later and was able to shine. As for today, he is respected as the 'Sculpture Saint'."
"Ah..."
Wang Quan sighed deeply.
He understood what his master meant. Although people often say that if one road is blocked, they can change to another one, but in the practice of this 'Heavenly Way', if one road is blocked, many paths adjacent to this road are probably blocked.
I have no talent in sculpture, and the same is true for painting.
But what does the master mean by "I have prepared myself for my lack of talent"?
Wu Daoxuan glanced at his cautious disciple, sneered, and said, "You are different from Yang Huizhi, and you are also different from me.
It is precisely because you have no talent that I want to accept you as my disciple.
I want to teach someone who cannot sense the "true meaning of heaven and man" to step into the "way of heaven and man"!
The undercurrent of fame, wealth, and fate in the world makes everyone helpless and can only go with the flow. My life of wandering is also the result of this "fate"!
When good fortune comes, you can be famous all over the world and admired by thousands of people;
When good fortune goes, you can only be in trouble and destitute, and you can't force yourself - this time, I want to force myself!"
Master’s words contained too much of his personal indignation about the fickleness of fate and the changes in the world, but Wang Quan could not put himself into his master’s words, so it was even more difficult for him to understand the meaning of his master’s words. Does the so-called “reluctant” mean that he must force himself to step into the “way of heaven and man”?
“When the master and Yang Huizhi compete, you must wait by his side.” Wu Daoxuan calmed down and said to Wang Quan.
Wang Quan raised his head and saw something as hard as iron in Wu Daoxuan’s eyes.
He nodded involuntarily.
Wu Daoxuan grinned and patted his shoulder: "After the competition, you will be able to step into the 'Heavenly Way'. I guarantee it with my life!"
"Master, you..." Wang Quan always heard Wu Daoxuan talk about life and death, and his worries were even worse. "If I can't step into this way, it is my fate, and I can accept it.
With my current skills, I can't say I'm rich, but I have no problem making ends meet.
Why should we fight for something we can't fight for?
Master, if it doesn't work, let's go down the mountain. I can make statues for the temple and do some carving for the rich and powerful. It's no problem to support us..."
"Okay, okay..." Wu Daoxuan nodded with relief.
Just when Wang Quan thought that the master agreed to his proposal, the master's face suddenly changed: "It's good that you have this filial piety.
But I have to try it now.
Into his mother's fate!"
...
The date when the saint climbed Huashan was one night later than Yang Huizhi expected.
Su Wu, who was supposed to climb Mount Hua at dusk, did not appear on Mount Hua until the next morning with Tao Zu, Hong Renkun, and Li Heihu.
At this time, there were no tourists on the mountain road of Mount Hua.
All the peaks of Mount Hua were occupied by the bad people of the Zhengui Division overnight. A meticulous network tightly wrapped the mountains. The tourists and people gathered on the mountains and the people below were evacuated by the local Zhengui Division and the government under the order of Xuanmen.
Today, there are only Su Wu and his group on the mountain road of Mount Hua.
"Now you have had enough fun, right?" Su Wu turned his head and looked at Tao Zu and Hong Renkun, his eyes somewhat helpless.
He brought Tao Zu and Hong Renkun all the way here, and the reason why he wasted more than ten days on the road was because Tao Zu and Hong Renkun wanted to visit scenic spots and travel along the way.
According to the two of them, they were about to die. After this death, they didn't know when they would be able to come back to life, or even if they would have a chance to come back to life. Naturally, they had to have fun in the world while they were still alive.
What the two of them said made sense, and Su Wu couldn't refuse.
After all, this time, Tao Zu and Hong Renkun were doomed to die. Even in the most optimistic scenario that Su Wu could reverse the situation, he would only leave behind the true spirits of Tao Zu and Hong Renkun.