Liangchen listened to the singing of the old monk next to him, and felt his eyes blurred, as if he had changed places, and when he looked around, he was already under a vast and boundless sky.
Every star, every trajectory, has an extremely subtle connection, attracting and repelling each other.
The sun rises, the moon sets, and the stars shuttle across the sky,
In the human world, spring passes, autumn comes, summer comes, and winter solstice comes,
In the sea, the tide ebbs, the rocks rise, and the boats surge,
In the mountain forest, eagles fly, rabbits move, tigers pounce on snakes.
The majestic green mountains are eternal and the boundless sea surges day and night.
Swordsmen and knights are looking for caves, and real fairies are looking for opportunities.
The big families established clans and sects, while the scattered people practiced hard in hiding.
The rich and powerful gain fame and wealth, while mortals grow old, get sick and die.
Those with spiritual roots can conquer the heavens and step into the door of cultivation, build foundations, form elixirs, condense babies, sit down, and fall. Their bones rot and melt into the heaven and earth, and the remaining magic weapons are scattered in the world.
Those who have no luck stumble into the dye vat of the secular world, study, do business, compete for fame and profit, and return home. The coffin is buried three feet underground, and only descendants arrange flowers to worship.
All the people and everything, in the end, are like a wisp of clouds rippling in the breeze,
Thousands of people with thousands of faces, but in the end they are all busy trying to draw water from a bamboo basket.
Every scene in the universe is reflected on every star. The experiences are different, but the results are almost the same. It seems that everything has a trajectory to follow and everything has a destiny.
For a moment, it seemed like ten thousand years had passed!
The stars were still moving according to their orbits, and people were running around like ants. Suddenly, the sky showed the light of several big stars, which suddenly dimmed the stars. Just when I was about to take a closer look at such an unusually good time, I felt a huge whirlpool in front of my eyes. The stirring seemed to suck the soul away, which made his expression change in shock!
Just as the Pearl of Consciousness Sea was about to move to resist, a sigh came from my ears!
Liangchen felt that the stars in front of him blurred for a while, and turned into thousands of light points again, quietly scattered around the room.
"Master, what kind of treasure is this?" Although only a moment had passed, Liangchen felt his soul swaying in the sea of consciousness. He quickly closed his mind and concentrated, staring at the rotating jade ball with a shocked face and asked.
"This treasure is a nine-star armillary sphere, which can be used to observe the stars and determine all things." The old monk finally answered the question seriously.
"It was through this treasure that I deduced that you were in danger, so I sent two disciples to rescue you."
"Ah!" Liangchen was even more surprised when he heard the sound. This treasure actually had such mysterious powers. When he looked at the jade ball again, there was more of a desire in his eyes.
"Master, can this heaven-gazing instrument see everything in the world?" he asked.
"This is nature. All things have animism. They are projected on the stars, and the stars have their own trajectories." The old monk looked at the gorgeous light particles, and his eyes radiated a dazzling brilliance. I don't know whether it was the reflection of the light particles or other magical powers.
"Master, can you do me a favor?" Liangchen hesitated, but after a fierce battle in his heart, he finally spoke.
But the old monk didn't even look at him. He walked to the case, gently stroked the jade ball, and said two words slowly: "No!"
As the words fell, the silver beads dimmed instantly, and the stars in the sky fell down. After a few breaths, there was only an ordinary-looking white jade ball left in the field.
The old monk didn't even listen to his request and refused directly. This attitude made Liangchen angry.
But the old monk was his savior after all, and it was indeed a bit abrupt to be so pushy. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little ashamed.
Perhaps sensing the change in his heart, the old monk spoke again: "It costs a lot to use this treasure once, and I won't be able to use it again for ten or eight years. What you want must be related to this treasure, so I can't help you!"
After he explained, he turned around and walked towards the third floor.
On the third floor, there is a small living room in the middle, a wooden table and four wooden chairs. There is a pot, stove and water on the table. The room on the right is closed, with the word "Jingge" written on the door. The door on the left is also closed, with the word "Heart Pavilion" written on it. It seems that one is a study room where scriptures are stored, and the other is an unknown room.
The old monk waved to Liangchen to sit down, and then shouted in a low voice: "The days are short!"
Not long after, the thin monk came to the third floor and started boiling water to make tea.
The two of them watched him skillfully brew the tea and quietly retreated.
"Lao Na had three disciples. The big one was floating. The second disciple had short days and his mind was most similar to mine. The gluttonous one was the third disciple who had long nights. Lao Na taught them three things: fixing the world, stepping on mountains and rivers, and swallowing the sun and moon. They all have their own special abilities."
"Traveling on mountains and rivers! It must be a kind of earth-shrinking technique. No wonder I can't catch up no matter how hard I chase along the way. It turns out that I have such magical powers!" Liangchen suddenly realized what he had guessed in his mind.
"You have met all three disciples. You should take more care of them in the future." The old monk took a sip of tea and continued.
"Master really praises me. I am of a low level and can't protect myself. How can I take care of others! By the way, I also want to thank the master and the two disciples for their life-saving grace! Please accept my worship!" Liangchen heard this. After saying this, I felt a little discouraged. Thinking that I had not said thank you for saving my life, I immediately put down my tea bowl, bent down and saluted to express my solemn thanks.
I've obviously only met two apprentices, so why do they all say I've met the eldest apprentice? Liangchen couldn't figure it out for a hundred times, and wanted to ask but didn't.
"Amitabha, the benefactor is in love! Remember not to underestimate yourself. Although the starlight can be temporarily covered, it will eventually shine." The old monk stretched out his hand in the sky and blocked it, and he could no longer bow down at the right time.
After saying that, he looked up, and Liangchen looked up and saw a hemp rope tied to the triangular beam, and a bamboo basket hanging on the hemp rope, hanging in mid-air. I didn't know whether I was too shocked or didn't pay attention before, but I didn't realize there was a basket on the roof.
The basket is made of bamboo strips and looks extremely ordinary, as if it were a vegetable basket hung on the beams of a house by ordinary people to avoid rats stealing food.
The old monk stood up solemnly, grabbed it with one hand, and the basket floated into his hand.
Liangchen took a closer look and saw that there were more than a dozen red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple beads in the basket, large and small!
The big one is like a fist, and the small one is like a dragon's eye. It exudes a faint brilliance and makes people feel refreshed.
"Zhongzhou is about to undergo a great change. I can only resurrect your Nascent Soul. As for the lack of soul, I can't do anything." The old monk said calmly, with a hint of regret in his tone.
The sound was not loud, but when heard in Liangchen's ears, it was like the sound of thunder exploding!
