Outside, the pavilion master put the Kunlun Mirror back to its original position on Kunlun Mountain, sighing and shaking his head constantly, and then Kunlun Mountain and Ye Wangchuan disappeared into the night.
In that mountain, the sycamore tree disappeared, and the Taoist temple where Bai Meng was located was also deserted. He jumped out of reincarnation.
Everything about him in the reincarnation has been erased. No one in the reincarnation will remember that there is such a person. This is the Kunlun Mirror, coming and going without a trace.
The Pavilion Master has come down from Kunlun Mountain. It turns out that Kunlun Mountain is at the junction of the God Realm and the Human Realm. The Human Realm is adjacent to the God Realm and the Demon Realm. The battlefield between the Demon Race and the Human Race is the largest, with heavy casualties. Therefore, in the land of reincarnation, humans and demons are the most common. Clan-based.
The human world and the divine world were originally separated by three heavens. After the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, the Wangchuan River burst its banks and spread to all realms, becoming a new boundary river for all realms.
The Kunlun Mountain that manifests in the land of reincarnation is just a projection of its Dharma image, and its true form is not comparable to the Dharma image. The arrival of the Pavilion Master came at a great cost. As a result, his Taoism was exhausted and he returned to his mortal state, unable to practice any more. That's why he wanted to see Bai Meng again before he died and entrust his granddaughter to him. All he did was not in vain.
In the Qingwei Sect of Shushan, the Holy Land of the Human Race, Yuanshi Tianzun sat cross-legged on the central platform, calculating everything about Bai Meng. He couldn't help but frown, unable to deduce, his future was already blurry.
The ancient land of Shangshen is still relatively peaceful. The panic caused by the crack in Buzhou Mountain has gradually faded away, and people seem to have forgotten about it.
When Bai Meng woke up from his dream, he was already comatose in the vortex of chaos. In his dream, the memory of his previous reincarnation made him unable to extricate himself.
"Brother, you will come back, right?" A little girl, who looked about five or six years old, with two pigtails, was sitting in front of a dilapidated doorway, looking into the distance.
Bai Meng opened his eyes and found that he was in a Taoist temple. He was the only one here. He forgot everything he saw in his dream.
Bai Meng was very surprised. Isn't this his Taoist temple? He walked around the Taoist temple. All the Taoist priests here were gone, but it was the same Taoist temple as before.
Bai Meng took a look at his clothes. He was wearing the same white clothes on Kunlun Mountain. He looked like he did before reincarnation. He had a sculptured face, unparalleled delicate facial features, a tall nose that outlined an almost perfect curve, and a slender body. Her eyes are as gentle and clear as spring streams.
He immediately drew symbols in the void, trying to deduce how to break the laws of heaven and find the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
During the deduction, the words of the pavilion master echoed in his mind. He didn't know how to break the laws of heaven. No one knew.
He stopped the deduction before the magic circle was opened. No one in the ancient land of the gods could deduce it. How could he deduce it if he had limited Taoism?
At the moment, we still need to understand the current situation before considering it, and see if there are any strange phenomena in the world.
Bai Meng was planning to go down the mountain and find out where exactly this place was? Moreover, he noticed that the spiritual energy here is thin, and many of the techniques he possesses cannot be used casually, because the spiritual energy consumes too much, and it will take a long time to absorb the spiritual energy in this afterlife world to restore vitality.
Could it be that this is the shackles placed on spiritual energy by the laws of heaven on the reincarnation earth? It seems that it is impossible to break the laws of heaven without accumulating spiritual energy.
In the Five Elements Reincarnation Formation, whether it is the underworld or the yang world, spiritual energy is shackled, very thin, almost non-existent, and all living beings have to go through the cycle of birth, old age, illness, and death.
He trimmed his clothes, put away the jade flute, and just like that, he left the Taoist temple like a scholar.
He found the sycamore tree again in the mountains. It was tall and straight, in sharp contrast to the nearby trees. He was curious about it and wanted to deduce it.
He thought about it and let it go. The plane tree must have a great cause and effect, and it might not be a good thing to hear it.
In a blink of an eye, he arrived at a nearby village. There were thousands of hectares of paddy fields and the houses were very simple and made of thatch. He found many villagers and asked politely.
"This is Yangzhou. If you keep walking along this road from here, you will soon see the city of Yangzhou." An old man chuckled, with an easy-going and friendly look on his face.
Bai Meng cupped his hands and thanked him, and then walked towards Yangzhou City. He didn't dare to ask what year it was now, and he didn't even know what year it was, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.
On the other side of this world of the afterlife, in the city of Tokyo, Emperor Zhezong passed away, and the whole country mourned. The Queen Mother attended the court to listen to the government, and against all opinions, supported Prince Duan Zhao Ji as the new emperor.
On the other side, in the Jinshi Society, many women looked at each other. The emperor passed away and the new emperor, King Duan, ascended the throne. They heard that King Duan was not good at handling government affairs and loved calligraphy and painting, so they couldn't help but worry about the country.
Among these women, there was a girl wearing a lotus flower skirt that reached her chest and half her arms. She had hanging sideburns and held an exquisite round fan in her hand. All the women were eclipsed by her beauty.
She frowned, her beautiful face showing an inexplicable look of worry, her fan shook slightly, as if she had lost her soul and was deep in thought.
She has a face as beautiful as natural white jade, her frown slowly opens, her eyebrows are slightly raised, curved like a rainbow, her pink-carved nose and a pair of bright eyes are full of confidence. Her lips were painted with the color of cinnabar, delicate and elegant. She blinked her eyes, revealing her natural agility.
She is Li Qingzhao. She is more than sixteen years old in the third year of Yuanfu. She had a haircut ceremony not long ago and has reached the age of marriage. She has always been worried about being forced to marry by her father.
On the other side, Bai Meng was in Yangzhou City. He was walking on the bustling streets, looking at the bustling traffic and the bustling city, but he was penniless and had nothing to sell.
Although I stayed on Kunlun Mountain for seventy-seven and forty-nine days, I didn't feel hungry. That's because the spiritual energy of Kunlun Mountain is rich, and it can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish itself, so human monks don't feel hungry.
And the source of this turbulent flow of reincarnation, the spiritual energy is thin and almost exhausted. If the monk is hungry for nine meals in three days, he will still see the King of Hell.
As he walked on the road, his style as a disciple of the Qingwei sect made the passing women turn their heads and the men also started talking about him. He didn't want to eat the food he came for, and he wouldn't give up for five buckets of rice. Although he had no money, he still wanted to save face. This was the backbone of his life.
In the evening, he still had no place to stay. Although he could enter Fengyue Place for free based on his appearance, as a disciple of the Qingwei Sect, how could he do anything casual?
He came to the Bian River and wanted to try to catch fish. The moonlight reflected on the water, the waves were sparkling, and there was a lot of people. There was no fishing gear, and people from the government were present, so he could not use the monk's secret method, and he did not want to waste his spiritual energy in this area. , and left.
It was late at night and the Taoist temple was too far away. Bai Meng did not go back. He meditated in a dilapidated temple in Yangzhou to absorb the almost exhausted spiritual power.
The cold wind from the northwest was blowing, and the cries of mice and crows could be heard. They seemed to be playing and having fun. He spent a difficult night here.
The next day, he left the ruined temple early. He didn't want to stay in that ghost place for a moment longer.
He thought last night that the government usually offered rewards for wanted criminals. If he could make some money from this, buy a Taoist priest uniform, and become a fortune teller based on the acquired gossip he had learned in the past, he might be able to avoid starving to death.
Moreover, fortune telling is also a kind of practice for the Qingwei sect where Bai Meng belongs. Taoism will be accumulated bit by bit, and quantitative changes will become qualitative changes.
He was disappointed. There were no reward orders in Yangzhou City, and the performance of the government's police officers was poor. There were no serious crimes. They only occasionally caught a few rogues and sent them to prison to maintain their normal salaries.
Bai Meng went around Yangzhou city again and again, but still couldn't get the money. If he could, he would even want to sell the jade flute. However, the jade flute was too important to him. It was a companion refined with blood. Magical weapon.
The curfew in the Song Dynasty depends on whether it is a busy city or a city clearing. The curfew in busy cities is later. Inadvertently, Bai Meng came to Goulan House, where the lights were relatively dim, a singer was playing the piano, and dancers were dancing in the moonlight. Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, the common people still applauded and handed over the rewards.
Bai Meng suddenly thought of something. If he played here, he might get the first sum of money. So he approached the head of Goulan and negotiated to share half of the reward with him. When the other party saw that he was a handsome scholar, he readily agreed.
While he was waiting, the singer finished playing, and a flute sound slowly sounded. The music touched the heartstrings of everyone present, and the flute sound was long and melodious.
The singer left everyone's sight, but her piano stayed where it was. While everyone was looking for the source of the flute sound, Bai Meng stepped onto the small stage. A group of talented people and beauties discovered that it was this scholar. He seemed to be very handsome, but the light was too dim to see clearly.
Moreover, this scholar is also proficient in music. Shouldn't scholars read more books by sages? How come his tune is so good? Many people admire him from the bottom of their hearts.
Not to mention how nervous and embarrassed Bai Meng was on the stage. If the lights were bright, he would definitely not dare to go on stage. He thought that he would take the money and flee the scene later.
During the performance, he slowly leaned down, then placed the flute on the piano stand, and immediately played the flute to continue the melody of Li Qingzhao's "Meng Ling".
His piano skill was acquired as a prince in his first reincarnation, but he forgot a lot. He didn't even remember his name at that time. He only knew that he died outside the palace wall.
After the performance, the singer came on stage and bowed to everyone. The audience burst into applause for a long time, and the reward was a lot of copper coins, about three guan, as well as some jewelry and jewelry.
Then the Goulan performance ended, and there were still people waiting outside, wanting to see what the performer looked like. There were many people outside just now who couldn't see clearly because it was too dark.
In the hook-and-rail shed, the lights were brightly lit, and according to the agreement, Bai Meng should have at least as many copper coins. Bai Mengmeng asked Goulan's boss for payment and found that these girls were looking at him.
Most of these girls are pitiful. This is their reincarnation past and the suffering in reincarnation. If all the past and reincarnation bodies are melted and unified, and they get out of the reincarnation field, will everything really be smooth sailing in the future?
This is obviously impossible. Monks have to do more. They have to practice continuously, improve their cultivation and extend their lifespan. They also have to face the risks brought by alien races. The only advantage is that monks do not suffer from birth, old age and illness like mortals. The higher you are, the longer your life span will be. If you ascend to the Immortal Path, you will live forever.
Bai Meng walked out of his meditation, and the boss handed him a lot of money. He accepted it without any politeness. He came with a mission, and there was still a lot to do, and money was indispensable.
Some singers and dancers discovered his jade flute. In their eyes, this jade flute was very valuable and could not be afforded by ordinary people.
"Young master, this jade flute is worth a lot of money. If you can buy it, it is definitely not from an ordinary person." The man affirmed with his lips raised.
"This young lady is wrong. I am a poor scholar. I got this jade flute by chance." Seeing that the other party was curious, Bai Meng made up an excuse, saying that he got it from the antique market.
Bai Meng then thanked the singer just now, borrowed her piano, and asked them how to get to Bianjing.
"Are you going to Bianjing? Are you going to take the Qiuwei exam?" In their eyes, most of the scholars who go to Bianjing are rushing for the exam, and it's only more than February now.
Bai Meng heard this and responded: "I have no such plan. Officialdom is so boring. I don't want to get involved in the prison of officialdom."
He has his own things to do, which has already destined him not to be an official in the court. His answer made everyone's eyes light up. Are there any scholars who are unwilling to become officials? Could it be that he failed the exam? Just see through it without saying it, right?
I learned from everyone that the fastest trip from Bianhe River to Bianjing is five days, and the price is quite reasonable. A few hundred yuan is definitely enough.
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Bai Meng rested one night at the inn and boarded the ship to Bianjing the next day. His clothes are still the same white. This is the disciple uniform of the sect. It is made of thousand-year-old cicada silk. At the same time, there is a piece of jade around his waist, with the words Qingwei written on it.
In Tokyo City, in the imperial palace, Zhao Guanjia is practicing his own thin gold body. His calligraphy is smooth and flowing, and the fonts are smart and beautiful, thin and beautiful.
Empress Dowager Xiang was urging him to handle the government affairs. He still had many memorials to approve, and even left the palace secretly. After becoming emperor, he missed the days of being King Duan.
A few days later, Bai Meng came to Tokyo City.
