On the top of the mountain, Xianjiang rolled up his sleeves and stood up, talking eloquently, "The path of the soul is the true avenue of heaven and earth. People in the world practice qi, martial arts, and transform, but they don't know that only the soul is the foundation. If you are obsessed with this body, you will mistakenly The false self takes the real self and is lost.
Look at this day, then look at this land. "At this point, the man pointed to the sky with his left hand and the ground with his right hand.
Wu Gen opened his mouth and looked at the sky, and then at the ground. The sky was still so blue, and the ground was still a pile of stones, so there was nothing wrong with it.
"Is this world real? Not necessarily. It's just some existence that your eyes can see, your ears can hear, and your hands can touch, mistaking it for reality.
You just entered my illusion, and you just relied on the strength of your soul to get through unharmed. But for ordinary people, everything in the illusion can be seen, touched, and felt. That short stretch of mountain road is the vast world and a dull life. "The Xianjiang River refers to the mountain road winding down.
Looking around with his hands behind his hands, Xian Jiang said generously, "This huge world is nothing but a mountain road. What is beyond the mountain road? Is it nothingness or another world. If you want to break through this layer of confusion and see the reality, the only way is Only by cultivating the soul path, breaking through the physical body, and traveling far and wide can one get a glimpse of the true face of the world."
Madman, after hearing the roar of the Xianjiang River, Wu Gen made a conclusion in his mind about this person.
This kind of person has no secular moral concepts and is unrestrained in doing things. He has no constraints on what the world thinks is right or wrong. Only the so-called Soul Dao is worth cherishing.
Seeing that the other party still had no intention of stopping, I felt irritated, and suddenly my thoughts changed. Could it be that this person was responsible for Xianjiang's crazy behavior and the tragedy at the foot of the mountain?
"Many people under the mountain died in vain, but it was because of Your Excellency's methods." Wu Gen interrupted the other party's words.
"Oh, those people have nothing to do. Give them a ride." Xianjiang was a little dissatisfied with Wu Gen's interruption and said lightly, just like killing a few ants.
"Haha." Wu Gen sneered, "That's a human life, how can you deal with it casually. Although I kill people on weekdays, I never kill recklessly. You are quite cruel."
Before he could finish his words, his body suddenly surged, the broken knife was drawn out, and he slashed toward Xianjiang with the knife. This man is extremely dangerous and only the camera kills him.
Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, the Xianjiang River disappeared, and he was on a mountain. There is a cottage not far away, with smoke curling up from cooking stoves and chickens crowing and dogs barking.
Stunned, Wu Gen was shocked and his eyes were slightly red.
Following the winding path, passing through the woods with chirping birds, and walking across the stone bridge covered with moss and fallen leaves, Wu Gen arrived in front of the village. When I looked up, there was a plaque hanging on it, Dafeng Village.
Standing in front of the village gate for a long time, Wu Gen remained silent.
Dafeng Village, this bandit village that has been burned down in the mountains. I have been born and raised here since I was a child. Seeing you again now has an unspeakable feeling.
Looking down, he saw that the boy's body had disappeared and turned into a child wearing a red bellyband, with a drop-shaped jade pendant hanging around his neck.
Someone called him from afar in the village. Wu Gen took a deep breath, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and walked in with short legs.
The watchtower in the village was still there, and Liu Heizi was lying on it, drooling and taking a nap. The square where troops are usually ordered is still there, and the flags are flapping. The meeting hall is also there, and the four characters "rob the rich and give to the poor" are somewhat mottled on it. The hut where he lived was still there, and Ma Ersao, who had fed him for a year, was cursing and chasing the wild cat that stole the fish.
People kept passing by on the street and saying hello to each other. The puppy wagged its tail happily, and the hen led a group of chicks to dig in the soil for food.
"Back, Shi Zhuo'er."
"I made venison tonight, come and eat it."
"I grabbed a piece of cloth yesterday and came here to measure myself and make you some clothes."
"..."
Hearing the familiar voice, Wu Gen walked back to his room with a smile.
The furnishings in the house were still the same, including a half-collapsed earthen kang, a table picked up from somewhere, and an oil lamp placed in a hole dug in the wall.
He stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a mark appeared on the dusty table. Half of the rattle was broken, and the bow and arrow with broken strings were randomly thrown on the table.
Wu Gen stood silently, motionless, until it got dark outside.
At night, Wu Gen lit the oil lamp in the hole in the wall and watched the yellow flames that kept beating, and gradually fell asleep.
In the darkness, Wu Gen held a lantern in his hand and stumbled around barefoot. The lantern in his hand was half the size of himself. In such a large lantern, there was only one oil lamp. The flame gave off a dim light, illuminating an area less than a foot in front of him.
Darkness is like substance, constantly squeezing in from all directions, trying to extinguish that little bit of light. Wu Gen protected the lantern, bit his lip tightly, and moved forward persistently holding the lantern.
Black mist rolled around, like poisonous snakes swimming around, entangled in the lights. The flame of the oil lamp became smaller and smaller, the light was gradually taken away by the darkness, and gradually it was only the size of a mung bean.
Wu Gen said nothing, staring at the lights that might go out at any time.
When I was in Dafeng Village, I didn't know how many nights I spent alone in the hut. The only thing that accompanied me and dispelled the fear of darkness was the dim oil lamp. Therefore, there is always a pottery jar in Wu Gen's house, which is filled with lamp oil. As long as this clarity remains, the next day will eventually dawn.
The young man's face was a little pale, and he stubbornly placed the lantern on his chest, tightly protecting it with his arms. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the darkness finally failed to extinguish the needle-sized light.
Light gradually appeared in the front, milky white hazy light seeped in, and the darkness gradually receded helplessly.
As if unwilling to fail, the darkness continued to roll forward, trying to cover the lantern again. Light and darkness intertwine, entwine, and confront each other, just like a black and white whirlpool. In the end, the battle line gradually stabilizes, with Wu Gen as the boundary, half light and half darkness, like an invisible sharp knife cutting people into black and white.
The tight lips relaxed, a smile appeared on his cheeks, and he finally got over it.
His mood relaxed slightly, and the scene in front of him changed. In a trance, Wu Gen found himself transformed into a scholar, walking on the road, wearing gray clothes and straw shoes, with a heavy book box on his back, staggering forward under the scorching sun.
Ahead was a market town, bustling with people, as if they were gathering to talk about something.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the scholar hurried forward to ask for some water. The crowd was very crowded and crowded. Struggling through the crowd, the scholar clutched his turban tightly with one hand to prevent him from being squeezed out by the crowd.
Suddenly, a heavy object hit the scholar's head. He was caught off guard and almost stumbled to the ground.
The scholar was a little angry. He turned around and saw a red hydrangea on the ground.
In the midst of astonishment, everyone's shouts became louder, some were envious, some were cursing, and some were urging. When they looked up, they saw a pretty woman standing on the second floor, with pink face and red lips, and eyes full of spring water.
The scholar stood there blankly, staring at the woman.
Soon someone took the scholar into the courtyard, and while listening to the discussion in a daze, he realized that it was a young lady from a wealthy family here who was looking for a son-in-law, and she happened to have her eye on the scholar.
There is such a good thing falling from the sky in the world. The woman is beautiful and virtuous, the family is wealthy, and the two get married soon. A year later, the woman gave birth to a son.
Five years later, the baby has grown up and the girl has become a woman. Unexpectedly, a sudden disaster has befallen the family. A group of robbers coveted the scholar's family finances and surrounded the scholar's yard at night.
Dragging his beloved wife and young son with him, and under the desperate protection of his servants, the scholar finally escaped. The thieves were chasing after him. In a hurry, the scholar put the jade pendant engraved with the couple's names into his son's hands, and jumped out to attract the attention of the pursuers. However, he was eventually caught by the thieves due to lack of leg strength. Since then the family has been separated and has not been heard from again.
Ten years later, the scholar who was caught in the bandit's den endured the humiliation and accumulated power little by little, and became the leader of this bandit, punishing those who had robbed his house one by one. Over the years, I have sent people around to inquire about my wife's whereabouts, but found nothing.
When he thought that his whole life would pass like this, or he would be killed by a newcomer usurping the throne, or he would be left to die in the countryside, his subordinates captured a young scholar who was studying abroad.
The old scholar, who is now the old village leader, was surprised at how familiar this person was. After careful interrogation, he found out that he was his long-lost son. The young scholar took out the jade pendant given by his father before their separation, and the father and son couldn't help crying.
After this encounter, the old scholar parted the clouds and saw the sky, dismissed the bandits, and returned home with his son, where he found his old wife who had turned gray at the temples. The family is finally reunited, all the hardships are over, the family is happy, and the whole family is in harmony. When he was a hundred years old, the old scholar slowly closed his eyes, surrounded by his descendants at home.
When he opened his eyes again, his vision changed, and Wu Gen found that he was already a wild boy.
He was originally the son of a small tribe leader. When he was young, his tribe was attacked and destroyed by other large tribes. Because he was not as tall as a wheel, the young man narrowly escaped being killed and was taken back as a trophy and became a slave to serve the leader's daughter.
The leader's daughter didn't care about the boy's origin, and would give him food and clothing from time to time to protect him from being bullied by his tribe.
In this way, year after year, the boy slowly grew into a strong young man, a talented person. Many girls in the tribe fell in love with him, and girls often sang love songs in front of the young man's hut.
If nothing happens, the young man may marry a girl, raise children, and completely integrate into the tribe.
But one night, the leader's daughter came over and told him secretly. Because it is very popular among women in the tribe, it has aroused the jealousy of some people. The headman reported to the leader that the child had grown up, and if he wanted to avenge the original tribesmen, it would be a disaster to raise a tiger. It would be better to kill him while he was still young to avoid future troubles.
The leader was also moved, because he found that his beloved daughter also fell in love with this young man, which touched his own instinct. The daughter was originally going to marry another large tribe, but in order to cut her off, she decided to kill the young man.
After hearing the news, the leader's daughter became anxious and brought a large bag of gold and silver that she had accumulated over the years. She immediately came over to find the young man and told him to escape at night.
The young man was shocked when he heard the news, stole a horse and fled overnight.
Later, the young man used these gold and silver as a meeting gift and joined another tribe. Due to his bravery and resourcefulness in fighting, he gradually became the second person besides the tribe leader.
The leader is getting older and older, and the young man has gained a lot of prestige in the tribe over the years, so he is willing to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy. Since then, the young man has become the new leader of the tribe. The young man who ascended to the position of leader was ambitious and vigorous, attacking the surrounding tribes, large and small.
The young leader quickly wiped out many tribes and became the largest force in the area. The young man also became a mature man. Soon, the tribe that had taken him into slavery became an obstacle to his ambition.
The leader in his prime personally led the army to kill the enemy who had brought him humiliation. The old man has passed away, but he is still at the peak of his military power, winning consecutive battles and victories.
At this moment, the leader's daughter, who had grown up with him and was still unmarried, ran out. Under his leadership, the entire clan surrendered. Looking at the wrinkled woman, the leader in his prime sighed and solemnly married her, and since then the two tribes have completely merged.
The leader was still not satisfied with the current situation and continued to attack in all directions. When he was fifty years old, he finally established a huge country and was named emperor.
Standing on the high platform in the palace, looking at the distant mountains, the faint river, and the thousands of soldiers kneeling, the emperor couldn't help but feel excited. After decades of hard work, I have finally become the best person in this world.
