Facing the falling snowflakes, Qingya and his party returned to Chang'an again. When I left, autumn leaves fell all over the city, and the endless fallen trees rustled. When I returned, the road to Chang'an was covered with snow, and the plum blossoms and I were both white-headed.
Early December is the heavy snow season, and around this time is the most likely snow day of the year. No, what welcomed them back today was the snow that had fallen all night.
In winter, Zhuque Street, which used to be bustling with activity, has become much quieter. On such days, people usually stay at home, light a charcoal fire to keep warm, and quietly wait for the arrival of spring.
Walking into the West Market, the aroma of stir-fried Sichuan peppercorns and salt is everywhere. After the pepper salt comes out of the pot and cools down, people will smear it on the inside and outside of fish, meat, and poultry, put it in a vat to marinate for half a month, take it out and hang it under the eaves to air-dry. It is only time that brings unique flavor to wise people, and also It heralds the coming of a new year.
When he came to the city where modern humans live for the first time, Bailong, who lived thousands of years ago, was particularly excited. At that time, humans still lived in natural caves. Unexpectedly, when they woke up, they would be surrounded by numerous pavilions. Even the dojo on the Immortal Mountain was nothing more than that.
She suddenly realized that humans were indeed a great race. Compared with gods and demons, humans were pitifully weak. At that time, a heavy rain could take away their lives.
But ten thousand years later, the immortal road disappeared, the gods and demons retreated, and countless races disappeared in the long river of history, leaving only humans to pass on from generation to generation.
For most people, cultivation is not their only goal. Although their life spans are short, they can leave countless brilliant brilliance in these hundreds of years.
Now, they have built with their own hands the palace that once belonged to the immortals. So what will the human world be like in another ten thousand years?
Di Xi was wandering over Chang'an City. As the former king of the dragon clan, she immediately set her sights on the majestic palace. She never expected that humans after ten thousand years would actually understand her preferences so well. Only such a palace could be worthy of her. Identity.
Therefore, she came to Qingya and made a serious proposal to enter the palace. Therefore, it took Qingya half an hour to explain everything from being ordered by heaven to the laws of the world before she finally gave up the idea of "the emperor takes turns, come to my house today". Although doing all this is just a piece of cake with her power.
After not returning home for several months, I pushed open the wood door of the small courtyard. Everything in the courtyard has not changed at all. This place still stays at the same point in time. Regardless of wind, frost, rain or snow, in the old man's memory, the two tenants in the house have never traveled far.
After opening the door that had been closed for a long time, a pair of big red gilt candles were still placed on the high hall, and a bed of mandarin ducks was neatly stacked on the bedside, as if tonight was the wedding night of a newlywed couple.
After running around all these days, the final spearhead was once again pointed at the deep palace. It seemed that if he wanted to solve the final mystery, he would have to take a trip to the imperial city.
At night, the heavy snow that had fallen all day and night showed no signs of abating. The bustling night market in the past was also cancelled. The criss-crossing streets were silent except for the rustling sound of falling snowflakes, like spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves.
Hua Qing'er asked for a copper pot from Qixia Mansion and walked through the streets of the West Market. Before nightfall, she pushed open the wooden door of the small courtyard with a full vegetable basket.
The candle shadows flickered in the room, and the copper pot on the table was boiling and steaming. The broth in the pot was the essence of an afternoon's boiling of hens, pig's trotters, scallops, fish maw and other ingredients. Mushrooms and spices were added to the flavor. This soup base adds the flavor of the mountains.
The lamb with snowflake texture is placed in the pot for about a few seconds. After a while, the bright red lamb will be cooked. Pick it up and dip it in a little sauce. The delicate aroma of fat will be in your mouth. Mixed with a soft taste, it has an endless aftertaste.
It is said that practitioners should not miss the grains of the world, but if you have to deliberately avoid even the most basic needs of a person, then what is the point of cultivating immortality.
Therefore, Master has never hidden her appetite. While her cultivation reached its peak, she also learned good cooking skills from somewhere. No, Qingya has been obsessed with the three meals a day on Yaoguang Peak for more than half a year since he came down the mountain.
In this world, the scenery is like a screen, and there are so many things worth doing in the rolling world. Spring is like wine, flowers are like dew, and people are like jade. When traveling to a water-poor place, it is better to use heaven and earth as your bed, use the rivers and lakes as fine wine, and have a drink with the world.
Those monks who spend all their life on the ruthless immortal road have long lives, but their lives are not as good as the mortals in the world.
Mortal life is short, but we also have a carefree childhood, the sweetness of two lovers, the pleasure of a successful career and a family relationship in old age. And most monks will always spend their years in unchanging cultivation. Then he died during some treasure hunt, or he spent his time in vain and finally disappeared.
Fortunately, Liu Bailu had never told Qingya what his journey of cultivation should be like. She felt that teenagers should look like teenagers, with bright clothes, angry horses, and joy in the world.
After nightfall, the snow in Chang'an became heavier.
Qingya blew out the candle early, and after finishing his trip to the Polar Ridge, he finally had time to consolidate his continuous improvement over the past few days. Unknowingly, he came to the bottleneck of the seventh level of foundation building.
On this ordinary snowy night, Qingya circulated the spiritual energy in his body through his meridians as usual, but many things changed on this night.
Daming Palace, Hanyuan Hall, and the Golden Palace were illuminated even more brilliantly by candlelight. However, there was no one in this huge hall. Only on the dragon chair at the top, curled up was a man whose face was hidden in the shadows. emperor.
The news that the Mo family's Nine Fierce Soul-devouring Formation had been broken had reached his ears early. At this moment, he was holding a secret order in his right hand, and he was hesitating whether to send it out.
After pondering for a long time, he finally lifted up the golden dragon head carved on the right armrest of the dragon chair and pressed his thumb on the cross section of the dragon head. After a moment, a dark passage slowly opened under the originally blocked dragon head. The emperor hesitated again with his raised right hand, and finally threw the secret order in his hand into the passage.
Whether it is an ordinary dynasty or a cultivator's hegemony, the ruler's power over the central government is constantly strengthening. The emperor is eager to know all the information in the world, so he privately formed an intelligence organization that directly takes orders from him. . Responsible for spying on all intelligence in the world for the emperor, including the daily words and deeds of all ministers.
At the same time, this talented and well-trained team will also, under the emperor's instructions, bypass everyone's eyes and solve some unknown things for the emperor.
The emperor shuffled off the throne and walked slowly to Hanyuan Hall. Compared with the time Qingya came to the palace a few months ago, he seemed older.
He looked at the layers of palace walls with turbid eyes. He knew that underneath this bustling scene, a storm that could overthrow the Daming Palace was brewing.
Three hundred years have passed, and for an ordinary dynasty, it is already on the verge of its end. This time, can Fuxia survive this disaster and move towards the next level of glory?
To the west of Chang'an City, under the cover of dense maple trees, ancient temples are looming. Of course, in this season when leaves are falling and branches are drying up, the mountain temple even more reflects its treasure and solemnity.
Fu Xia has always respected Buddha. The late emperor built a thousand-layer pagoda here in memory of his mother. From then on, this place also became a holy place for royal worship of Buddha.
Daci'en Temple is full of incense all year round, and the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name can be heard throughout the day and night. After Master Xuanzang returned from his journey to the west, the emperor specially built a square-conical seven-story pagoda with a height of more than 20 feet in Da Ci'en Temple for him, called the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. Buddha statues, relics and other treasures, Master Xuanzang also lived here for a long time, translated scriptures and preached Mahayana Buddhism to the world.
Later, after completing his mission of spreading Buddhism, Master Xuanzang embarked on a journey to seek Buddha again. This time, no one knew where he went.
Some people say that Xuanzang was originally the reincarnation of the golden cicada under the throne of Buddha. After experiencing disasters in the human world, he achieved perfect merits, became a Buddha, ascended to heaven, and returned to the Western Paradise.
Some people also say that he encountered a monkey, a pig, a dragon and a water monster on his way west. The four of them converted to Buddhism after receiving Xuanzang's advice. The five masters and disciples set off again and traveled around the world.
Tonight, the snow outside the Main Hall is getting heavier and heavier, Buddhist sutras are recited one after another, and the smell of candlelight and incense calms people unconsciously.
After the Youshi hour, another group of monks came to do evening classes. Zen Master Kong Shi clasped his hands together. He could sense that something had sneaked into Chang'an City under the heavy snow in the sky.
The heavy snow will cover up all the footprints left behind, and the wind and frost will blow away the smell they emit. Soon, Chang'an City will be in crisis again.
"Amitabha."
Kong Shi raised his head and looked at the golden body of the Buddha sitting upright above him. The Buddha was holding a finger with one hand and holding a flower with the other, with his eyebrows lowered, as if he was looking down on the world.
The people in the world continue to worship the beliefs in their hearts every day. If the Buddha really has a spirit, are you willing to open your eyes, take a look at this world, and save thousands of people in Chang'an City from fire and water?
I don’t know how many times I have recited the Buddhist scriptures in my mouth. A monk uses this life to cultivate the next life. But if I can’t help An An survive this disaster in this life, then what is the use of the afterlife that I have cultivated? Buddha, my disciple is stupid, I beg the Buddha to give me some guidance.
"Everything in the world has its fate. If Fu Xia really cannot survive this disaster, it will not be your fault. Manpower is sometimes scarce, so you don't have to take all the responsibility on your own shoulders."
The speaker was a monk with white hair and a boyish face. His eyes were as bright as a torch, and he seemed to be able to see clearly all the doubts in the world. He was the master of Zen Master Kongshi, Venerable Kasyapa.
"Master, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made a great wish at that time. Hell will not be empty, and he will never become a Buddha. Only when all living beings are saved can he realize Bodhi. I feel ashamed, but I am willing to be like the Bodhisattva. If the human world suffers the fire of karma from the ten directions, if no one can save it, , I am willing to sacrifice myself and go there.”
After saying that, Kong Shi buckled the five bodies in front of the Buddha and devoutly asked the Buddha to give him the wisdom and strength to help him in everything.
"Idiot, idiot, Amitabha."
Venerable Kasyapa looked up at the sky. In the flying snow, he seemed to see the past and the not-so-distant future.
