As for Wang Anshi, although he was listening to Huang Xiao's chatter at this time, his eyes were focused on Bai Jue who was repairing the houses one by one.
After entering Huo County, he heard what Chen Tu, the magistrate of Huo County, said.
That day the Wang family was robbed, but there was a white rainbow floating above Huo County. A figure could be vaguely seen in the white rainbow. The figure was breathing flames from its mouth, and less than a stick of incense burned the Wang family's old house.
What Wang Wengong saw along the way, although he still had doubts about the god in the mountain, he also knew that there were many people on the mountain who had incredible magical powers.
However, he had previously thought that the person who came to Huo County that day was the young man Huang Xiao mentioned. At this moment, seeing Bai Jue in the mountains with his own eyes, and hearing Huang Xiao's words that Bai Jue was no more than his master's Taoist soldier, Wang Wengong couldn't help but feel excited.
It's just that the master Bai Jue has the ability to control the sky, control the wind, and control the fire. So what kind of magical power can the god in the mountain have?
Thinking like this, Wang Wengong couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.
He realized that this person in the mountain might not even need to go down the mountain himself. If he just asked his Taoist soldiers to go down the mountain, he would probably be regarded as a heavenly being by the current officials.
Wang Wengong, the Taoist soldiers, was also secretly sizing them up. The Taoist soldiers were all white and looked very strange. If it were said that this Taoist soldier was Bai Wuchang, I am afraid that even Wang Wengong would not have much doubt.
After all, although this soldier's eyes looked dull, he could easily lift the logs as thick as two or three people could hold them with ease, and there was no hindrance in his movements.
Such power is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, not even the ancient overlord Moyo can compare with it.
When Wang Anshi followed Huang Xiao around the pavilions being built on the mountain, the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear again.
There is an open space behind the mountain, and the open space extends to the edge of a cliff.
On the edge of the cliff, Wang Wengong saw the dead jujube tree that Huang Xiao had mentioned. He was also surprised that the jujube tree had grown up from the bottom of the cliff.
There are green fruits on the jujube tree, which is strange to say. Although the fruits are green, Wang Wengong is actually a little impulsive at this moment. He wants to rush to the tree to pick a few dates?
Just like those dates are of great benefit to oneself, just eating one can make ordinary people become immortals?
Wang Anshi thought for a moment that this Moyue was the strange flower and fruit mentioned by the charlatans in Huo County. Travelers in the world say that eating the exotic flowers and fruits in the mountains can prevent you from getting sick and can even greatly improve the martial arts.
There are pavilions of green leaves on the jujube tree, and there is a stone table under the tree. There are three stone benches in front of the table, and the god is sitting in front of one stone bench.
Just following Wang Wengong's gaze, the god frowned and pondered, as if he was thinking hard about something?
When Wang Wengong walked in, he saw carvings on the stone table again. The minute marks form nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, which exactly form a stone chessboard.
There are four black and white stones on the four sides of the chessboard, and another white stone in the center falls on Tian Yuan. In Wang Wengong's eyes, the god was looking at the white seed on the stone table, frowning and contemplating.
"Wang Jiefu, who is from the mountain, has met the people from the mountain!"
Wang Anshi saw that the god had no intention of getting up to greet him. He first took a long breath to calm his mind, then straightened his clothes and paid a visit to the god sitting on the stone bench.
"Wang Jiefu?"
"Sir, there is no need to be so polite. Come and take a look at it for me. Is there anything wrong with the Tian Yuan of the piece on my chessboard?"
Yuan Sheng was slightly startled at first, and then realized that Jiefu was probably Wang Anshi's cousin.
After being stunned, Yuan Sheng put on a warm smile again, then stood up and led Wang Anshi to sit on the stone bench.
It was August, and the weather was supposed to be unbearably hot. But Wang Wengong just sat on this stone bench, and a cool feeling swept through his body from the stone bench.
Wang Anshi was also granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister, and many novel gadgets were common in Bianliang City.
However, sitting on this stone bench at this moment, Wang Wengong still couldn't help but marvel in his heart. This sense of coolness spreads on the stone bench without condensing. In this hot summer, it is just right to eliminate the irritability caused by the heat in the heart, and it seems to be more peaceful!
Wang Wengong was astonished by such immortal methods, and followed Yuan Sheng's words and turned his attention to the chessboard in front of him.
Unlike later generations of Go, where black moved first, in Song Dynasty Go, black and white stones were placed in all directions, and white moved first.
But even in the Go game of the Song Dynasty, it was still a big taboo to make a move to Tianyuan.
In Go, Tianyuan seems to be a vast world when you place your pieces, but in terms of Go, Tianyuan is a place of four battles, and it is by no means a good move.
"The people at the bottom of the mountain are ignorant, but they don't understand the secret of the people on the mountain falling into heaven..."
Wang Wengong's eyes were drawn to the chessboard. After three or five breaths, Wang Wengong slowly shook his head again.
He is also a person who understands chess, but he really can't see the mysterious reason for Tianyuan's move.
"It's not that there are too many reasons. I just feel unhappy and insist on Luozi, who is Tianyuan."
"I had some disputes with God a few days ago. I was not allowed to go down the mountain today, and I was asked to be trapped in the lonely mountain. Although I don't have access to the great road of creation, looking at the three thousand realms, I am a first-class immortal, so how can I be trapped? In this lonely mountain?"
"I like the word Tianyuan very much, Tianzhiyuan."
"I've got this Tianyuan, but I want to take a look at it and see how much power it has!"
Yuan Sheng listened to Wang Wengong's frown and pondered for a long time before speaking, and couldn't help but laugh softly.
He didn't know anything about chess, but there happened to be a chess record in the mountains, and the chess record called the center of the chessboard Tianyuan. He just wanted to settle on this Tianyuan and see how high it was!
Listening to Yuan Sheng's words, Wang Wengong in front of him was filled with doubts. He understood why the yellow dog asked him not to rely on his old age.
If what Yuan Sheng said in front of him is true, one can see from the inside that this god seems to be extremely magnanimous.
But the uncertainty in Wang Wengong's heart came from the fact that he didn't know whether the man of god in front of him was trying to exaggerate his worth or was making a mysterious move.
In Bianliang City, he also saw a lot of disciples of the three religions and nine streams. These words were shocking, and there was a saying in the world of Jing Zi Sect. This was what the fortune tellers on the streets were best at.
When he first heard Yuan Sheng speak, Wang Wengong subconsciously felt that the person in front of him was like a fortune-teller like Shanxia, so he was startled by the word "shock" when he opened his mouth.
But thinking about what he had seen and heard along the way, Wang Wengong was a little unsure. He was not sure whether this man of God surprised him or was really so magnanimous. After all, walking along the way is enough to get a glimpse of the god on the mountain who must have supernatural powers.
"But do you think I'm being hypocritical?"
Just when Wang Wengong was confused and confused, he saw the young man in front of him looking at him with a half-smile but not a smile. But what is most breathtaking about the young man is his eyes that are as bright as stars.
Looking at these eyes, Wang Wengong felt that there was no way to hide what he was thinking?
"It's not that I understand him, it's just that my husband's expression has changed."
"Sir, you are good at cultivating qi, but my eyes can see thousands of stars in the sky, and rivers and mountains below."
"Although there is no movement on your face, your pupils are slightly shrunk and your pores are closed, which is enough for me to guess what you are thinking in your mind."
Seeing Wang Anshi's performance in front of him, Yuan Sheng's smile grew brighter.
When he met Wang Wengong, Yuan Sheng was really curious about the person whose name was recorded in the history books. When I came to this world, wouldn't it make me feel regretful if I didn't meet such a person last time?
Secondly, Yuan Sheng wanted to use the person in front of him to do something neither big nor small.
Without Wang Wengong, he could still accomplish this, but it would inevitably intensify the relationship between Yuan Sheng and the providence of this world.
If Wang Wengong is by his side, even if God is dissatisfied, he can only suffer the loss of being dumb!
"The Buddhist scriptures say that in a bowl of water, there are forty-eight thousand insects!"
"Are the people on the mountain like those who are enlightened as mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures and can see forty-eight thousand insects?"
Listening to Yuan Sheng's words, Wang Wengong's surprise not only did not weaken, but actually made him lose his composure. At this time, Wang Anshi was already very interested in Buddhist classics, and even read through some Buddhist classics.
"For me, the realm of forty-eight thousand insects is still far away. If you look at the texture in your palm, you can see a strange world."
Yuan Sheng listened to Wang Anshi's words, first nodded, and then slowly shook his head.
Yuan Sheng has also heard the Buddhist saying that a bowl of water contains 48,000 insects, but even at the peak of his previous life, he could only see 3,600 insects at most.
If it is true that there is a Buddha in the world, then Yuan Sheng is only a little bit away from the Buddha's realm.
You must know that Yuan Sheng has this pair of divine eyes, and he can see 3,600 insects with all his strength. In the Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha was able to see forty-eight thousand insects with just one glance. What Yuan Sheng saw was not even a fraction of the Buddha.
"Looking at the patterns in the palm of your hand, you can see a strange world. Isn't there really a Buddha in this world of Buddhism?"
Wang Anshi couldn't help but murmur softly as he listened to Yuan Sheng's words.
You must know that Buddhist scriptures are all written by monks. If you have never seen it with your own eyes, how can you say that the Buddha contemplates a bowl of water, 48,000 insects, or even a flower and a world?
"Maybe outside of the infinite world, it's not necessarily true that there is a Buddha in the world."
"But in this world, I am the only one who can be called the resident immortal for the time being!"
Yuan Sheng listened to Wang Anshi's words and slowly shook his head again.
There is another world outside the world. If the theory of three thousand worlds is true, it is not impossible for the Buddha to live in the whirling world.
But Yuan Sheng is very clear that even if there is a Buddha's teaching, it is outside the infinite world. Currently, in this world, he is the only one who can claim to be an immortal!
"Are the people on the mountain really immortal?"
As the topic opened up, Wang Wengong gradually became less restrained. Seeing the handsome young man in front of him, he finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most.
"What is an immortal?"
"Eternal life, long-term vision, entering and exiting the underworld, controlling wind, fire, water, and earth, and controlling thunder from the sky, can I be an immortal?"
Seeing Wang Wengong asking this question, Yuan Sheng was not humble.
Even in the world of Naruto, although Yuan Sheng did not dare to arrogantly call himself a true immortal, he did not have any guilty conscience when he called himself a fake immortal.
"With such magical powers, you may become an immortal. There is great freedom and freedom in this!"
"However, an immortal should also have the ability to bring the dead back to life and have the heart to save all sentient beings. Only in this way can he be called a first-rate immortal!"
Wang Wengong's eyes flickered again as he nodded. He didn't know whether what Yuan Sheng said was true or false, but he would try to use his own reasoning to convince the mountain man in front of him!
"The creation of resurrection from the dead can also be grasped in a single thought."
"But with the desire to save all sentient beings, sir, do you think that the Buddha is the image of you? Do you want immortals to live in the image of the Buddha?"
Yuan Sheng listened to Wang Wengong's words, with an expression that was half a smile but not a smile.
Yuan Sheng was still lying. Although he didn't have the same mental understanding as him, Wang Anshi's little thoughts were almost visible to him without any cover-up.
"If immortals have no intention of saving all sentient beings, why are they here in this world?"
"Or is it that the people on the mountain are just using the name of this immortal and have a big conspiracy in mind to deal with Fang Shanhe?"
Hearing Yuan Sheng's words and seeing Yuan Sheng's expression, Wang Wengong not only did not feel guilty at all, but actually had a sense of purpose.
You say you are a resident immortal, but you don’t have the compassion of an immortal, so how can you pretend to be an immortal?
