“How can we know about death if we have not yet learned about life?
“If you want to know what will happen after death, you should first know what happened during your lifetime.”
After Ji Xiang finished speaking, he heard a slight exhalation in his ears, and Zhu Changluo seemed to have a double image in his eyes, as if there were two people standing in front of him.
Zhu Changluo pondered for a moment and no longer asked about death, but about life:
"Then what does the Taoist priest mean by the principle of life?"
Ji Xiang lowered his head again and responded:
"Life is my life."
"When a person is alive, life and death are in his own hands. Changes in the outside world are caused by the heart. It cannot be buried in the ground and cannot reach heaven. This is called my destiny, which is mine and not in heaven."
"Your Highness himself should also understand that these things are his own to control and should not be asked from outside. If you don't even understand this life, how can you expect a better life after reincarnation?"
My destiny is up to me and cannot be controlled by God, and it will take hundreds of millions of years to become a golden elixir.
This was first said by Zhenren Ge Hong. Later, Qiang Mingzi of the Liang Dynasty and Zhang Boduan of the Northern Song Dynasty also quoted this sentence many times in their works.
The moment of birth, the moment of death, and the destiny it brings are all innate. But only this "my life" can be controlled by myself.
All Taoists in the past dynasties have implemented this idea.
Why practice?
Because of destiny, to resist it, this is the noble life of immortality.
At this time, Zhu Changluo was silent.
I originally thought that he was just a young mage who swept the courtyard and had low magic power. Who would have thought that he would have such insight? And the weirdest thing is that this man is still alive... and even talked about life and death, gods and ghosts. Things.
This is simply a monster.
Did he fail to kill him, did he fail to come, or did the demon in front of him have special means?
Zhu Changluo, the person beside him, when he said that he wanted to curse the young Taoist priest in front of him, he vowed to do it without fail.
Zhu Changluo originally came here all morning to confirm Ji Xiang's body, but he didn't expect that the young Taoist priest in front of him seemed to be no ordinary person.
These gods are really unreliable and they are really wrong.
Killing people with incense is, after all, an inferior way. For those in these Taoist sects, there is indeed a way to break it.
But many of what Ji Xiang said did make Zhu Changluo feel that there was some truth.
"It seems that you, Taoist Priest, are not a simple person."
"At the beginning, the palace officials said that the orthodoxy of Wudang Mountain was about to decline, but it seems that is not the case now. You are hiding from the court to hone your true nature."
"But if you want your subject to die, how can you not die?"
Zhu Changluo walked to the door of the palace, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:
"Speaking of which, little Taoist Priest, you are a little older than me. The reason why you started practicing...this choice was not made by you, right?"
"You said that practitioners can change their destiny, and you said that life and death are in the hand and can be changed by the heart. Then, what result will you get in the end?"
Ji Xiang still lowered his head slightly:
"I enjoy life and death. I am still at ease between joy and sorrow. When my heart arises, I will live in the Purple Court forever."
After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and pretended to be a master.
Ji Xiang is not talking nonsense. After all, he has been wandering in Fuli for a long time, and he is not a normal person now. After all, laughter is also a day, and sorrow is also a day. Just be happy.
But Zhu Changluo was silent for a while. It was very quiet inside and outside the palace, except for the chirping of some birds. He finally said:
"Taoist Master, go to bed early tonight."
Zhu Changluo didn't look back and went straight out of the Longde Hall gate, his expression already gloomy.
Step by step, he slowly walked away until he reached the gate of Longde Hall. He stepped on the steps. At that moment, he felt down-to-earth, which allowed him to slowly come back to his senses and sort out what had just been going on in his mind. of chaotic thoughts.
This time, it seemed that something was about to be settled.
One of the two eunuchs beside Zhu Changluo said at this time:
"What did your Highness say to the young Taoist Priest of Wudang Mountain? What did you mean by the last words? My servant didn't understand."
Zhu Changluo turned his head slightly and walked right in front of the door. Half of his face was in shadow and half of his face was in the light.
He looked at the rude eunuch out of the corner of his eye and felt extremely disgusted.
"It's just that I haven't had such a happy conversation with someone for a long time. I just want to say a few greetings. This is the first time we've met. Does Zheng Guifei have to take care of this?"
"What do you think I mean?"
The eunuch showed an ugly smile:
"As long as these Taoist priests have some small tricks, they will do their best to flatter them."
"During the reign of Emperor Jiajing, the demon Tao Zhongwen caused chaos in the palace. His Royal Highness the Prince at that time was infected with smallpox. Tao Zhongwen set up an altar to pray and used some means to cure the prince's illness. After that, Emperor Jiajing had great trust in this demon and even sealed him all the way. Promise to reach the position of 'three orphans'."
"To this day, the poison of the demonic way is still difficult to eradicate. There are many people in the palace who are looking for elixirs and Taoism. Your Highness, please do not be bewitched by these evil ways. If you lose the position of the prince because of such a trivial matter as believing in the evil way, Concubine Gong is not in good health, so don’t cause trouble for her..."
The eunuch's tone was mocking and gloating, but Zhu Changluo took a few deep breaths and kept silent.
Isn't that what eunuchs are like? They are arrogant when their master is in power, and like wild dogs when they are out of power.
Zhu Changluo knew that in the next period of time, Concubine Zheng would put some people here to seize his leverage. What he said today was indeed a bit too much, and it was also too much.
But she shouldn't be criticized directly. After all, during this period, in order to correct her own son, Concubine Zheng tried her best to pretend to be a good wife and loving mother in front of the ministers to win people's hearts...
but.
It doesn't matter.
Zhu Changluo's eyes looked into the distance, as if he had penetrated the obstacles of many high walls and could clearly see the appearance of Qianqing Palace.
He muttered silently in his heart:
After the fire tonight, everything will be clean.
"You forced me to do this... My life is mine, not others."
...
Ji Xiang watched the eldest prince leave Longde Hall, and he never stopped thinking about it.
His predecessor had never had any interaction with the eldest prince. He inexplicably cursed him to death and even came here to see if he was alive or dead. This meant that his predecessor had long been targeted by him and listed as a target for death.
So, let’s simply deduce it.
It's not about killing his predecessor.
But he wanted to kill the Taoist priest in Longde Hall.
No matter who this Taoist priest is, he cannot live.
In political struggles, countless people die because of their identities and sides. They don't necessarily have to offend the other party to die. Sometimes, the reason for death is just because you should not exist in a certain plan of the enemy.
If the other person thinks you will hinder him, then you are marked as being killed.
That's basically what it's like to be an innocent disaster.
Ji Xiang doesn't think he is a good person. It doesn't matter if his predecessor was burned to death. If he still wants to deal with him now, he doesn't have to be merciful.
Of course, killing the prince is too exciting, so I'd better avoid it. Don't get involved in the fresh body you just made.
There are naturally ways to deal with the righteous gods, but I don't know whether the fire god behind the opponent is a spirit who has taken the fire god's status, or whether it has been obtained by someone.
Or is it some kind of fire monster?
The former is easier to deal with than the latter, which means that the apparent ghost is easy to kill. You can tell at a glance that it is not a human being, so beat it to death.
But if this "ghost" or "god" wears human skin, it will be very troublesome.
"He wanted to kill me. If he didn't kill me once, he would definitely kill me again. If the incense on his body does not belong to him, then it belongs to the righteous god who set the fire."
With his third-level cultivation ability, he was not enough to deal with this kind of fire god. Ji Xiang wanted to find out the opponent's true identity, and expected that the opponent would come again tonight.
The opponent's strength is unknown, but he can move around in the palace and move around at will under the authority of the country. This Vulcan is not easy.
Zhengshen relies on the prince to act, but he cannot hurt others.
"Zhu Changluo, God of Fire, lends his body..."
"I wonder if my persuasion can make him change his mind a little and take the initiative to separate from the God of Fire. He thinks he is using this god of justice, and the god of justice is using him for some reason."
"The third level of Jinjin Jade Bones is definitely no match for this Vulcan God. I need to arrange the talismans."
Ji Xiang thought, and with just a thought, a magical sword that had been sorted before and placed in the corner of the hall was suddenly taken into his hands by the volley.
Ji Xiang tapped the blade of the sword again with his fingers. The green smoke from the three sticks of incense in the incense burner in front of him immediately wrapped around the blade of the sword like vines. He then waved his hand again. On the other side, dozens of people Zhang Huang Futong rises in the incense smoke!
The door of the main hall was closed by itself without anyone touching it, with a bang and a strong gust of wind.
Ji Xiang made a gesture, and dozens of yellow talismans were immediately posted on the doors and windows, chanting words. As time went by, the incense burned the yellow talismans, and magical words appeared on them.
