Huailing City, Sanhu Lane in the south of the city.
A sigh came across time and space: "Back then, instead of saving you, I harmed you?"
…
The cold night wind blew through the dilapidated window panes. Yan Hanzhang, who was sitting in front of the window, felt agitated all over. An indescribable intense emotion suddenly rose from the soles of his feet and reached the sky in an instant.
Yan Hanzhang suppressed his excitement and said: "No! Lord God, if you had not saved me, this disciple would have turned into a handful of bones many years ago. I have survived to this day. Although nothing has been accomplished, disciple, disciple..."
He stammered, as if he was about to blurt out: But the disciple wants to live after all——
Such a sentence.
However, as he spoke, and recalling his experiences over the years, Yan Hanzhang suddenly felt endless sadness.
He committed suicide back then, but was later rescued and never had the thought of suicide again.
But, is living really that good? He suddenly felt timid and could no longer blurt out that sentence: I want to live!
But although he didn't want to live that much, he really didn't want to die.
Life is not a happy life, and death is a feeling of reluctance.
Why is life so difficult?
Yan Hanzhang couldn't help but put down his book, pulled out his stool, bent his knees, and knelt down facing the void.
He knelt on the ground, with his upper body on the ground and his forehead on his hands.
"Honored God," Yan Hanzhang said in confusion, "Back then, you gave me the wonderful recipe, and my disciple once became famous because of it. But later, the disciple couldn't stand his sister's crying and revealed the MSG formula to her. Later, the disciple was The Xu family is under surveillance."
He seemed to be reminiscing, as if telling: "Although my disciple has made some money, he is incompetent in literature and martial arts. He has no strength to restrain a chicken. He is under surveillance but cannot resist at all. That money to me is not wealth, but a disaster!"
The disciple was placed under house arrest at home, and his sister came several times, crying but unable to do anything.
In the past, as long as the disciple saw his sister crying, he would feel sorry for her. However, during that period, no matter how pitifully his sister cried, the disciple could no longer feel the same pain for her as before.
Lord God, what else in this world do you think is long-lasting? The disciple was frail when he was young, and it was only through his sister's careful care that he could grow up. My sister suffered a lot for me. For me, she used her weak body to beat up naughty children and scolded the bad neighbors.
In winter, he knelt in the snow for three days and three nights in order to beg for me a cup of protective tea from the Chenghuang Temple. It was difficult for my sister to conceive later because she had suffered too much cold and suffered too much.
She sewed clothes for me and pricked her fingers. She read books for me. She could get up early at midnight to light the fire, light the lamp, boil oil, and cook. I studied hard, and she actually struggled harder than me...
I vowed back then that I would treat my sister well with all my heart no matter what! "
Having said this, Yan Hanzhang paused for a short while, as if he was calming down his violently fluctuating emotions.
At the same time, Song Ciwan, who was far away in time and space, received another ball of emotional energy from Yan Hanzhang.
[Human desire, mortal pain, confusion, and sadness can be sold for three pounds or nine taels. 】
This time, what Song Ciwan received was no longer the power of wishes, but human desires.
Although Yan Hanzhang was undoubtedly a disciple of Song Ciwan, he was not always able to provide his wishes.
Yan Hanzhang lay on the ground, breathed quietly for a while, and then said again: "Disciple once thought that whether my sister treats me or I treat my sister, it must be eternal.
At that time, I believed without hesitation that if my life was in danger, my sister would definitely be willing to sacrifice her life for me!
The same is true for the disciple. If his sister is in trouble, the disciple is willing to sacrifice his own life in exchange for his sister's life.
But why? One day, everything suddenly changed?
My sister and I are willing to die for each other, but we have also changed. I am no longer the only one in my sister’s life, and I don’t even know where I am ranked. And I... am impatient to see my sister cry again. Even when she appears in front of me, I don't want to take another look!
My Lord, things in this world are so changeable. Even if they are connected by blood and share joys and sorrows, it still won't work! Who in this world can be eternal? "
He asked a question from his soul.
Across an unknown distance of space, Song Ciwan transmitted sounds in the void, using the art of teaching, and said slowly: "Existence and nonexistence complement each other, difficulty and ease complement each other, long and short complement each other, high and low complement each other, sounds harmonize each other, and front and rear follow each other. ...Heng Ye.
This is what is called impermanence and eternity. There is no such thing as eternity in the world, only impermanence and change are the principles of permanence. "
The simple explanation of this passage is: There is no eternity in this world! In other words, what changes is eternal!
You are a person who is changing, but you are obsessed with eternity. How can you succeed?
The cold wind blew through the cracks in the window, and the oil lamp on the table swayed, and suddenly at this moment, it went out with a pop.
Yan Hanzhang knelt on the ground blankly, listening to the ethereal voice in the void, and for a moment he felt as if Hong Zhong Dalu was ringing in his ears.
There were countless emotions tumbling in his chest, as if he would find a breakthrough at any time, but the breakthrough was blocked tightly. He wandered outside the door, but could never get in.
He clutched his chest, feeling his turbulent emotions, and said with a sore nose: "Honored God, disciples can only accept changes, right?"
The voice in the void said: "Just like this, the cold wind blows out the oil lamp in front of your window. Just like this autumn night, the ground is covered with white frost, and the sky changes. It's like the city overturned. Ten years ago, I stayed in Yangcheng. How could it be today's Suyang City? Back then, the Yun Kingdom had also been blown away by the rain and wind.
There are times when countries are overturned, and times are also subject to change, so what’s more, not to mention people’s hearts, not to mention human sentiments?
Idiot, you have already realized this, but you are just unwilling to accept the reality, so you are always dragging yourself to indulge in the past, causing you great pain. If you still don't understand, then you don't understand. If a man cannot cross by himself, it will be difficult for gods to cross! "
If a man cannot cross by himself, it will be difficult for gods to cross...
This sentence echoed deeply in Yan Hanzhang's ears, and even more so in his heart.
His confusion, pain, indulgence, unwillingness...as well as the countless times he gave up on himself, the countless times he wandered on the edge of sinking...and the thrilling pain of forcefully pulling himself out, finally at this moment, combined with his turbulent emotions, formed a wave. A surging wave.
The waves washed and collided, finally breaking away the confusion in his heart at this moment.
boom!
Emotions flowed out, and in an instant, they surged thousands of miles away.
The turbulent emotions stirred up a certain star in the sky at this moment, touching the mysterious power in the dark.
Unknowingly, a clear light fell in the dark night sky.
The clear light streamed down and instantly enveloped Yan Hanzhang who was kneeling in worship.
All the sounds around him seemed to have faded away, and there was an indescribable spirituality flowing in this clear light.
Yan Hanzhang, who was kneeling in worship, raised his head slightly and stretched out his hands.
His palm took over, and countless words and pictures flowed in his brain.
Those were the books he had read, the things he had experienced, the troughs, highlights, pain, nostalgia...or the relief at this moment.
Yan Hanzhang raised his head, and a force surged out from his newly opened sea of consciousness. Combined with the strange aura between heaven and earth, at this moment, the word "change" was finally generated in his palm.
Light from heaven!
Yan Hanzhang, who has been studying for decades and is now middle-aged, has wasted half his life. Finally, on this cold autumn night, in this dilapidated house, in the most dejected posture, he received the inspiration from heaven, developed his talents, and became a real man. scholar.
But Yan Hanzhang's sudden enlightenment was more than that.
It seems that he has accumulated too much over the years. Under the aura, Yan Hanzhang's emotions are rolling in his heart. The ray of aura in the sea of consciousness has grown from a subtle sprout to a tumbling and turbulent growth.
From half a minute, to half an inch, to one inch!
An inch of spiritual light is the state of nourishing Qi.
Yan Hanzhang, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed happy, sad, crying and smiling.
He laughed out loud again and cried in a long song: "There is impermanence in the world, but there is permanence in the world. Idiots are persistent, but wise people are free and easy. God, my disciple has realized it! Hahaha, hahaha..."
He laughed softly, but his laughter still alarmed the people next door.
When the talent in Yan Hanzhang's consciousness changed from one inch to two inches, then two inches to three inches, and finally to one foot, the door to his room was opened.
The neighbor next door stood at the door of his house and blurted out in a hoarse voice: "Damn it! Yan Hanzhang, are you flying?"
The spiritual light shone brightly, illuminating this cold autumn night.
Far away in time and space, Song Ciwan stood in the flower hall, and the divine light in the sea of consciousness was slightly turbulent.
The scales of heaven and earth appeared around her, and she received another pile of Qi: [Everything has animism, and it can be believed that all things have animism. The wish of a scholar in the Qi-nourishing realm can be sold for two pounds or one tael. 】
[Everything has animism, and you can believe in it. The wish power of a scholar in the Qi-nourishing realm can be sold for three pounds and two taels. 】
[All things have animism, and we can all believe in it. The wish power of a scholar in the Haoqi Realm can be sold for four pounds or three taels. 】
[Everything has animism, and we can all believe in it. The wish power of a scholar in the Haoqi Realm can be sold for five pounds or six taels. 】
In the end, Yan Hanzhang became a scholar in the realm of Haoqi!
If one compares the state of Haoqi with those of those cultivating immortals, it is about the same as the period of Qi training.
I remember back then, when the actor-level Wang Yi deceived himself, his emotions surged to the extreme, but he only gained a little inspiration and struggled to enter the Qi-nurturing realm and became a true scholar.
But at this moment, Yan Hanzhang, who had accumulated a lot of experience, unexpectedly received a spiritual light from the sky and successfully entered the realm of aura!
Being extremely talented was a state that Wang Yi pursued diligently back then, but never achieved.
Of course, now that ten years have passed, Song Ciwan doesn't know whether Wang Yi has become a powerful person, or whether he has entered a higher state.
Song Ciwan didn't care about this outdated wool merchant.
She just felt a little emotional. The aura of scholars is indeed the most unreasonable thing in the world.
It is said that some scholars can even become saints immediately upon enlightenment!
For example, the Gezhi saint recorded in history books is a typical figure who became a saint on the spot.
Like Yan Hanzhang, a spiritual light descended from the sky and he naturally entered the realm of majestic energy. Compared with this, it is not surprising.
However, compared with the saint, this is a very rogue thing.
While Song Ciwan was feeling emotional, he first smiled and accepted the wishes of a large number of scholars in the Haoqi Realm. Then, through the mysterious connection, Song Ciwan saw again that in Huailing City, there were suddenly several magical lights coming from the center of the city. lights up.
Immediately afterwards, long laughter came from those bright lights.
"A flash of inspiration from heaven? Too talented? Hahaha! It turns out that there are such talented people in my city of Huailing. If that old man named Chen knew about it, would he still dare to laugh at my city of Huailing as a wasteland of talents?"
"Which scholar is he? A spiritual light has descended from heaven. Come out and see me quickly. I am the magistrate of Huailing County!"
As these sounds approached, Song Ciwan suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly from a distance. The gods in her sea of consciousness stung, and the Samadhi True Fire burned faintly, protecting Song Ciwan's true spirit from moving.
She was in a daze, and her true spirit wandering far away finally returned to herself at this moment.
All images outside of time and space disappeared at this moment. Song Ciwan came back to his senses in a trance. Looking at the flower hall again, the flower hall was still a flower hall. The third princess, who was lying sideways on the big bed giving birth, stopped giving birth at some point.
What's even more amazing is that her lower body was originally bloated and huge, like a giant worm's tail.
At this moment, Song Ciwan clearly saw that what was sticking out from under the third princess's skirt was a pair of human legs.
After the third princess gave birth, she became a complete human body again.
Song Ciwan turned around and met the eldest princess' bright smiling face.
The eldest princess said with a clear voice and a smile: "Sister Song, how about it? With these ten golden cherry blossoms in your hand, what have you realized?"
Song Ciwan suddenly realized that the effect of golden cherry tree is to help people enhance their understanding.
She looked down again and saw that the ten golden cherry blossoms she held in her hands were all shining with golden light before. But at this moment, the golden light on the surface of these golden cherry blossoms faded away.
The ten round golden balls turned into ten dim white balls.
In this way, even without using the scale of heaven and earth to identify it, Song Ciwan should have understood that this golden cherry tree was indeed an extraordinary treasure.
She was a little speechless.
If he hadn't seen the production process of Jin Yingzi with his own eyes, Song Ciwan would naturally be very fond of such treasures that can greatly enhance a monk's understanding.
However, the origin of this Golden Yingzi was really weird. Song Ciwan held this treasure in her hands and didn't know what to do for a while.
Of course, no matter what, Jin Yingzi helped Song Ciwan realize something very remarkable.
People should respect facts, and Song Ciwan was grateful for this.
She paused for a moment and finally responded to the eldest princess: "I have learned some space magic. This thing is really wonderful. Thank you two princesses for giving it to me."
Saying that, Song Ciwan changed hands and put the ten dimmed golden cherry blossoms into his personal storage bag.
Then she thanked the eldest princess and the third princess.
The main reason why he did not collect these used golden cherry blossoms into the Canghai Cave Heaven or the Scales of Heaven and Earth was that Song Ciwan was still wary of the eldest princess and the third princess.
It is better to put it in the storage bag, which is ordinary and inconspicuous, and can better protect yourself.
At the same time, Song Ciwan was even more curious about the race and origin of these two people.
(End of chapter)
