Fate is immortal

Surrounded by long green hills, several hectares of wheat fields are surrounded by a bay of clear water.Scattered thatched longhouses, quiet rural villages, everything in front of you is both familiar and novel.

"This is... a dream..."

Beside the stream, a young man was shocked as he looked at the reflection in the water.

The familiar feeling filled with true energy, the fair and handsome reflection in the water—this is clearly a dream.

But in front of me is not the familiar dream house, but a more familiar...

"Xiyuan Village?"

These green mountains and green waters are engraved in the deepest part of my memory, and it is impossible to admit my mistake.But everything is a little strange, or specious - the landscape has not changed, but the few thatched cottages on the other side of Mengxi River are simple and alienated, which is definitely not the appearance of Xiyuan Village in my hometown.Looking from a distance, the small courtyard where he lived for ten years is nowhere to be seen, and there is only a golden wheat field under the setting sun.

Seemingly real or unreal, Ah Yuan couldn't figure it out for a while, and walked a few steps along Mengxi in a daze, and suddenly saw a young man fishing beside the stream.

The coir raincoat, which is obviously too big, can barely block the coolness of the end of autumn. With a dark complexion and bright eyes, he is staring at the float in the water with all his attention.

"Get up—" A herring rose up in response, and was pulled to the shore by the fishing rod unsteadily.The boy danced happily, stuffed the fish into the fish basket, picked it up and headed straight to the west mountain.

"Hey, little brother, wait!" A Yuan shouted quickly, "Where are you from, is this Xiyuan Village?"

The boy seemed to have never heard of it, looking at the direction in which he was going, it seemed that he was going to live in the middle of the lake of Ben Ayuan.

Ah Yuan raised his spirits, followed up with a few steps, stopped in front of the young man and said: "Little brother, go slowly, listen to me..."

There was a blur in front of his eyes, and a shadow passed through his body, leaving only a bright smiling face reflected in A Yuan's heart.That immature face was kind and familiar.

A glimmer of enlightenment is like a flash of inspiration, but it is like a flash of lightning, tearing the whole world apart in an instant.

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In a dark secret room, two people whose faces could not be seen clearly stood and sat.

"Found it?" The person sitting seemed to have a serious internal problem, and coughed hoarsely as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Take it." The person standing said coldly, and threw something - a piece of black stone as round as a ball, reflecting the overflowing golden light in the dark secret room.

When the fleeting aura merged with the ink stone in front of him, A Yuan was shocked and suddenly realized.

"This is... the soul extraction technique..."

The memory of the ink stone is the first time in Ah Yuan's life to read his soul.And the scene in front of him is another soul-searching.

Unlike the first time when he was completely "Ah Huan", this time A Yuan was like a transparent spectator, even if he poked his head between the two of them to carefully look at the ink stone, it would not interrupt the conversation between the two of them. .

"This is the Shado-Pan Beacon..." The seated person held the black stone in his hand, the faint light of water flowed, but he still couldn't seep into the black stone through the cracked shell.Those veins glowing with golden light are not the same as those in A Yuan's "memory".

"How do I use it?" The person sitting asked the question that A Yuan wanted to ask the most.

"The golden light of this ink stone is like the waxing and waning of the moon, and it goes round and round. When the golden light completely disappears, a trace of black air will radiate."

"Find a child who is under the age of 12 and has the hidden spirit root of the yin veins. Let him continue to suck the black energy emitted by the refined ink stone. If things go on like this, he will be refined into a 'shadow'. Through it, you can contact Shado-Pan, offer them your deal..."

"Well, that kid..."

"There will be no more human emotions, a tool that doesn't ask, don't want to, stop, and die—this transformation process is extremely painful. Therefore, that child must be absolutely loyal and obey your orders..."

The person sitting sighed deeply, as if he had already thought about the candidate and accepted the price. "Are these secrets also left by the former king?"

"This black stone and the method of refining shadows were dedicated to the late King Chonghua by a person of unknown origin. Although the previous king intended to contact Shado-Pan, he was unwilling to use this method that deviates from human nature, so he sealed it in Ganluli Palace. In a secret room, there are still words of admonition... but I have already destroyed it, and if I leave it to you, you won't listen to it, will you?"

"The former king was benevolent, so naturally he refused to use the law that violated human relations. But for this, he paid an unknown number of lives..." The person sitting there sighed again, and he didn't know whether he was persuading the other party or himself, "The former king I have no right to judge right or wrong. But with the current situation, we have no choice..."

"Mountains and rivers are shattered, rites and music are broken, and the former country of culture and education has been reduced to a place where jackals and dogs ravage. With our insignificant strength, if we want to restore our homeland and revitalize rituals and music without paying a little price, how can it be possible?"

"Is there a price?" The person standing snorted coldly, "A little today, a little tomorrow, accumulating bit by bit, what is the difference between us and those 'jackal dogs'?"

"Can the Rain Kingdom revived by this method still conquer the barbarians? Is it still worthy of being called the country above the country?"

After saying that, the standing person gave a long bow and turned around resolutely.

"Wait, you, where are you going?" The person who was sitting was eager to get up, but he couldn't breathe due to coughing, so he had to sit down again.

Hearing the hurried coughing behind him, the person who was about to go slowed down and said, "The way is different, and we don't conspire with each other. No matter what means you use, no matter how you 'rejuvenate', there will be no 'Rain Country' in the world after all." .”

"I don't want to touch these dirty things in the shadows again. In the future, I will wander the world or return to the old mountains and forests. In short, it has nothing to do with it."

The footsteps sounded again, and the person sitting took a deep breath, and finally said in a deep voice, "If I say, there is still a Rain King's blood in this world..."

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The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the snow peaks reflect the blue tiles and white walls.A Yuan was in a daze, and vaguely recognized that this place was the library on Luoyun Peak.It's just that the two figures in front of me are becoming more and more blurred, and only one old and one young can be distinguished.

"It's three o'clock, don't you still have to be on duty tomorrow? Go take a rest." The old man yawned and issued the order to evict the guests.

"I'm bothering senior, I'm leaving now." The young man stood up, but he was a little reluctant to part with the scroll in his hand, "I don't know this scroll..."

"Take it, take it!" The old man waved his hands again and again, and then he lay down on the wicker chair, "This kind of old-fashioned scriptures, you just have to study hard all day long with dull brains."

The young man smiled repentantly, and said: "I'm not talented, and I'm busy on weekdays, so I can only work harder at night."

"Blunt talent? That's not necessarily the case. You are knowledgeable, determined, and have good understanding. If you are not dragged down by the spirit root of the Yuanmai, you can be regarded as a splendid talent."

The young man lowered his head and said slowly: "A disciple from the outer sect should not be praised by the senior."

"Outer sect disciple, ha..." The old man was lying on the wicker chair, already half asleep, "In today's world, the Taoist sect is dominant, and the spiritual root and veins are not good, so I can only be an outer sect disciple... ..."

"It's a pity about your aptitude. If you change the way of the soul gate, you might be able to achieve something else..."

The old man closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he had fallen asleep, while the young man stood still for a long time, refusing to leave.After a long time, he sighed as if he was talking to himself, "Although there are ten thousand volumes of Taoist collections in this library, there are only a few fragments related to the way of souls. Even if there are, they have been included in the way of Taoism. Where can I find the way to the Soul Gate?"

"Changyang Mountain, hehe..." The old man murmured like a dream, "The gate of the mountain is especially here, things are right and people are wrong..."

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"Ming'er, do you know the name of Changyang Mountain in ancient times?"

In the quiet room, there is half a green lamp and a stick of incense. The master and the apprentice are sitting opposite each other, as if they are discussing each other.

"I know that this mountain was called Youping Mountain in ancient times. Its peaks are stacked up to thousands of feet, and it is shaded for thousands of miles. Now there are only five hundred miles left and right. The remains of our ancestors have all sunk into the ground..."

"Then where does the name Changyang Mountain come from?"

"In ancient times, the ten thousand miles of Yin land in Youping Mountain were all owned by one sect, named Shangzhangzong. Later generations spread the rumors, so they called this mountain Changyang Mountain."

"What's the meaning of the word Shangzhang?"

The disciple paused and said slowly: "Imagine that there is a state in the world, in which there is nothing, not even a speck of dust, then there is no stillness and movement, and there is no cold, hot, bright and dark-clear and turbid, yin and yang. Do not distinguish, the universe is chaotic, this state can be called 'Ji'."

"Then if a speck of dust is mixed into 'Ji', everything will come into being from nothing. What is contained in this speck of dust will be replaced by 'original'."

"The 'origin' of a dust and a grain is insignificant, but there are thousands of phenomena, all of which are born of the 'origin', and Taoism is no exception. There are more or less 'origins', and naturally there are increases and decreases. The reduction of 'origins' It can be called Shang, and the increase of "Yuan" can be called "昜."

"Therefore, the word Shangzhang means the birth of a realm, the rise and fall of Taoism."

"Very good, I really put my heart into it." The master nodded deeply, and asked again: "Have you ever thought about why I passed on your ancient scroll, ordered you to study it carefully, and warned you not to let me read it?" Anyone know?"

The disciple raised his head to look at the master, hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his voice and answered: "I have been studying the true teachings of this sect for many years, and I have always been puzzled."

"What's the solution to the way of immortality, immortality, reincarnation and eternal life?"

"Based on the theory of Taoism, either the Dao joins the heaven and the earth, and lives forever. Or the body dies, the Dao disappears, and returns to the dust. If so, why do you say 'samsara'?"

"Now that I have read the ancient scrolls, I finally have some insights. Now the way of Taoism, there is no retreat, it is to complete the battle, only to seek '昜' but not 'sacrifice'. The way of reincarnation is Shang Yang replaces each other..."

"Immortal means that the heart towards the Tao will not die. Immortality means that the soul seal will not be destroyed in a hundred turns. Reincarnation means that the death will return to silence, and it will return to the Tao!"

"That's why my true biography of the Wutu Sect is originally the true biography of the Soul Sect..."

The master's face was flushed with blood, both joy and resentment, and finally couldn't help standing up, and shouted: "What Wutu faction! My sect inherits the ancient methods, and we should inherit the name of the Shangzhang sect!"

"It's those shameless Xuanmen bastards, who are full of morality and morality, and full of selfish scheming! The Taishang Master was caught by them for just a small mistake, and they were demoted to sects, and they gave us a disgrace. The name, is to humiliate us, so that we will never be able to hold our heads up!"

With tears streaming down his cheeks, the teacher and father looked at the disciple with earnest eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You are very good, you have lived up to the high expectations placed on you by the teacher - the wish of the teacher in this life is that your generation can glorify the sect, Restore your original name and become the Lord of the Mountain again!"

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One picture after another, unfamiliar scenes, increasingly blurred faces.A Yuan shuttled through reading again and again, as if some power was driving him to search tirelessly.

In the beginning, he was still curious to see and guess as a spectator.But the soul power was gradually exhausted, and A Yuan's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he no longer had any memory of everything in front of him, like broken dreams flashed by while half asleep and half awake.

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The blue sunny day, the clear stream, as if the dream house and the hometown mountains and rivers become one.It's just that the light is gorgeous and bright, reflecting everything in a different color.

Beside the stream, fallen petals are colorful.Deep in the peach forest, there is a hidden farmhouse.A white-haired old woman is driving the chickens, ducks, geese and dogs in the yard, which is very lively.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the room.When the old woman returned to the house, she saw a pale woman struggling to get up from the bed.

The woman covered her eyes with her hands, as if the bright sunlight outside made her uncomfortable.She frowned and looked around, but turned a blind eye to the old woman who walked into the house.

"You can't get up yet, rest quickly..." The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, but her voice was not old.

"You! Can you talk?" The woman was startled, she turned over and sat up immediately, gritted her teeth and asked, "Then, where is the child?"

"Dead. A stillbirth..."

The old woman picked up the kettle on the stove, picked up a rough wooden bowl, and said slowly: "Everything in this world is fate. Some people are destined not to be born in this world..."

The old woman stretched out her shriveled and skinny hand, and handed a bowl of hot soup to the woman, "Those who were born into misfortune, even if they survived and were devoured by destiny, they are destined to suffer a lifetime of misery and all kinds of harm..."

The woman snorted coldly, raised her hand, and the wooden bowl flew into the air, splashing everywhere——

At this moment, a huge black shadow flew across, like a huge ax tearing apart the world.There seemed to be a crisp sound in the soul, and the whole world suddenly shattered into countless fragments like a mirror, leaving only the extinguished nothingness.

This crisp sound also awakened some of A Yuan's consciousness. He looked blankly at the nothingness in front of him, and what caught his eyes was the figure of a young girl.

Plain clothes, black hair, snow skin, and dark eyes, like a god above the nine heavens.

"Yezi... No, you are, Feng Lian?"

A trace of awe-inspiring anger flashed in the girl's deep black pupils.

"You are too weak."

"So weak that even the soul can be spied on by others, what else can you hold on to?"

The girl stretched out her hand to pick the tip of her hair, and the golden bell tied to that strand of black silk made a soft ringing, which seemed to reveal a trace of irritability and helplessness.

"Forget it, I'll help you."

The girl rang the bell, and countless light spots surged up in the void, like stars twinkling.With a jingle, all stars fall together.

Ah Yuan was dizzy, only felt stars falling into his eyes, heaven and earth in his arms...

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