The white-haired Li Weifeng was dressed in rich clothes and wore an ordinary and simple sword on his waist. He walked out of the palace without any attendants. He walked step by step through this worldly world and went to the mountains.

I visited my sisters. One of them is a human emperor, and the other is a Taoist practitioner.

They chatted about childhood things in front of the desk.

The young man who once chased behind Li Qiongyu is now gray-haired and has many wrinkles on his face. However, Li Qiongyu has a gentle expression and gentle eyebrows. She still looks like she is in her twenties. In any case, her state of mind has been approved by the Supreme Being.

The reason is that I once had the same dream experience as that Taoist.

In the dream, she was a mountain god. She had been practicing for a period of time. Now that she was in this prosperous age, she picked up the practice again and made progress step by step. There was nothing difficult about it. She just practiced peacefully and she had practiced till now. After a while, she was chatting.

Li Weifeng, who always sticks to her sister, puts down the tea cup and looks outside.

Dingyan Peak is one of the most famous mountains outside Beijing.

The mountain is not very steep, but it is very handsome. It is surrounded by mountains like a tripod. The haze gathers in the tripod. Every time the sun rises and sets, the light shines. This scenery is extremely beautiful, so it got its name.

At this moment, looking out from the Taoist temple at Dingyan Peak, one can see that the thin sea of ​​clouds spreads out very flatly, and then slowly and gently sweeps over the surrounding mountains, trees and people.

The steps of the Taoist temple are divided into two sides. Above is the sea of ​​clouds and mist, and below is the prosperity of the world.

But today the light of the bright sun fell on one side, flowing on the sea of ​​clouds, spreading a golden color.

Too beautiful to behold.

Li Weifeng looked absent-minded and was in a trance for a long time, as if at this moment, he was still the child being taught in front of his sister. In front of the beautiful scenery, let go of your heart, but such a beautiful and magnificent picture will eventually dissipate.

The golden stream of light was finally taken away, the sea of ​​clouds dissipated, and the sky and earth became dark.

Li Weifeng smiled slightly after a long time. He put the cup in his hand on the table, raised his head and looked at his sister. Then he changed from the boy in the dream to this old man, and said softly: "Sister, I am in the mountains.

, and live and practice well.”

He just said these words and stood up.

This younger brother who used to stick to his sister took the initiative to say goodbye.

He walked down the mountain step by step, walking on the streets of the mortal capital that he protected. The brothel he walked into when he was unable to hold up under the huge pressure and almost collapsed when he was young has disappeared. There is no way, the Confucian master is still alive.

ah.

Moreover, the farmer’s wife is still in her prime.

Everyone is well fed and well fed.

Another nine tablets were opened and the method of cultivation was spread throughout the world.

In the era of various schools of thought, everyone has a path forward, and no one is willing to really sell themselves.

And plunder the people and force them to sell themselves?

Treat people as goods and alienate them?

ha?

The one over there is called the Legalists. Did you see their chains?

These brothers here wearing black clothes and carrying huge unsheathed ink-colored swords are called the Mo family.

Finally, if you can get through these two waves, raise your head and look forward.

Master, do you see such a majestic figure, such a big fist, and such a big sword?

The Master proposed a world of great harmony.

People do not only care for their relatives, nor do they only have children for their children, so that the old will have their end, the strong will be useful, the young will be prosperous, the widowed, the widowed, the lonely and the disabled will all be supported; the male will have a share, the female will return, and the goods will be abandoned on the ground.

There is no need to hide it from oneself, and there is no need to do it for oneself if it does not come from oneself.

This is why people seek to be closed but not prosper, to steal and cause chaos but not to commit robberies, and why people outside are not closed to the outside world. This is called Datong.

Then you want to do evil in this world?

Anyone would think this is simply crazy. Even a lunatic would not want to challenge a guy who is surrounded by 3,000 people who are proficient in various combat skills and have a majestic energy that is enough to teach disciples everywhere.

Li Weifeng held the wine pot, smiled, and walked through this world step by step. The world was prosperous, and people were talking about life and practice, but no one knew who the old man was who walked here. Finally, he came to

In the secret room, Lao Qingniu led him outside the quiet room where the Taoist was sitting and looking down.

The white-haired Li Weifeng stared in front, smiled slightly, and said:

"Master, I'm about to set off. I probably know what Taishan Fengchan has to face. Even a pig, after sitting in this position for so long, should understand some things, and some

Once you know something, there are only two ways, either to escape or to face it."

"I'm not the kind of person who is amazingly talented, but I also know that now that I'm here."

"You shouldn't escape."

"Then who else would I be responsible for such a thing?"

Li Weifeng spoke softly, and he chatted for an hour. Lao Qingniu, Randen Taoist, and even the man in green shirt did not come close. They left the space and time to the pale old man. In the end, the old man smiled gently.

Then he took out a wine flask from his arms, which Qi Wuhuo had given back to him when he ascended to the throne of the Human Emperor.

He put the wine bottle down gently.

Turned around and left.

Lao Qingniu looked at Li Weifeng's back, his eyes twitching.

Although he is only a true king, he has followed the old man from beginning to end, met many people, and seen the development of the human race. As for this, I don’t know if it is an illusion, but he seems to have seen Li Weifeng’s old but straight back.

, seeing familiar figures one after another, I couldn’t help but sigh:

"This is……"

The man in blue shirt is not so particular.

He walked over, lifted up the simple wine bottle, shook it, heard the sound inside, took off the opening, and then tipped it to one side. Liquid poured out and fell to the ground, making splashes.

, clear and clean.

It's clear water.

Clear, clean water.

Just like it was when Qi Wuhuo handed him this wine bottle sixty years ago.

"Tsk, it's just water."

The scribe in green shirt seemed to sigh in a not so simple tone. Old Qing Niu was dumbfounded.

He knew that Emperor Fuxi, the blue-shirted scribe, was not very particular and would do whatever he pleased. However, this was too ungrateful! Old Qingniu couldn't help but stammered: "You, you,

you……"

"Me? What's wrong with me?"

Fuxi casually threw the wine bottle down.

He landed firmly on the table and said, "Anyway, no one saw it, right?"

"Did you see it?"

He looked at Old Qingniu.

The old green cow was stagnant and furious.

Do you look down on cows?

So obvious?!

He was confident and said angrily: "I didn't see it!"

So the blue-shirted scribe smiled casually and said, I guess you still have some eyesight, otherwise you will eat beef today. The Randen Taoist looked sideways at the inside of the storage room. Inside the storage room, the white-haired old man

As he sat down and closed his eyes, his breath had completely dispersed, as if he was in harmony with heaven and earth.

His mental flow changed, and his breathing became slow and long.

He hasn't woken up yet.

But it seems that the moment of awakening is about to arrive.

When the sword is in its sheath, when will it ring?

It arises in response to circumstances and moves in response to calamities.

The sword was put into the scabbard, placed together with the Taoist robe and the wooden hairpin, and there seemed to be a very subtle and very long sword sound coming out of the scabbard.

The green-robed scribe's eyes narrowed, and his chatter and laughter stopped. Old Qingniu was still puzzled, but suddenly felt that the wind here had become slightly stronger, and he shuddered a few times, shaking his body fiercely, and the old tree next to him swayed slightly.

, the sound of leaves rubbing against each other is endless.

………………

Fengchan is a ritual that comes from the ancient times. It is extremely ancient and grand. It also has extremely detailed steps recorded in various classics and archives. It is extremely prosperous, extremely solemn, and extremely grand. Not to mention, this time

The Zen ritual is based on the unity of the nine tripods.

Just this point alone is already better than many of the Zen citations in the past.

Hundreds of schools of thought in the world have reached Mount Tai, and they are all unconvinced when they meet each other. And when they look around, they find that there are a few things missing. The monks of Shizong have never appeared here. Naturally, there is no need to elaborate on this, because
To be continued...