On the ridge of the field, a barefoot monk swayed his legs lazily, squinted his eyes, and put his hands into his sleeves like an old farmer.
Not far from the field ridge, two old oxen moved lazily, one foot deep and one foot shallow, pacing in the wet paddy field.
Their tails sway from time to time to catch flies flying on their bodies.
The sound of children's laughter could be heard faintly in the distance, and smoke was gradually rising from the small wooden house.
Several old farmers with hoes on their backs crossed the field ridges. When they saw the monk basking in the sun, they nodded honestly, with smiles on their dark faces.
This is the most peaceful day, and the smell of human fireworks fills this small village.
Miaoyan suddenly raised his head and sighed heavily.
The middle-aged monk wearing mango shoes suddenly appeared in the void. He came quietly, like a stone rolling down a deep pool, causing only a faint ripple in the void.
Flowers falling from the sky, golden lotuses sprouting from the ground, and all kinds of visions of the birth of human beings and immortals were suppressed by the middle-aged monk without showing any trace.
"Miaoyan." Guanghui smiled: "Is the scenery of Changxia City what you want?"
"It's just a small village. There are very few fireworks, so it can't be said to be beautiful."
Miao Yan was not surprised and smiled:
"But in winter, being able to see the sun in Changxia City always makes people feel comfortable."
He looked up at Guanghui and nodded:
"It must have been more than three hundred years ago, or even longer. You are curious about why Changxia City remains cold and hot all year round. We have checked countless classics, but in the end we still have no answer."
"It seems that it was four hundred and seventy-two years ago, when King Xi was still in power." Guang Hui said calmly: "After you and I went deep into the earth's veins, we were almost killed by the murderous aura left behind. That time, I almost lost my head.
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This small town near the border is warm all year round, so it is also known as the Long Summer.
In the final analysis, it is not the formation guidance rumored by the outside world, nor is it some Yang Jade vein.
Deep underground in Changxia City, there is a divine corpse buried.
It is precisely the existence of the city that makes this small town have summer all year round.
It was the corpse of a Suzaku, the God of the South, Lord Lingguang, and the Lord of the Way of Fire.
This ancient being who died in front of the Jedi Tiantong, even though he had died long ago, his dead body still contained the divine light, emitting endless flaming power.
In their early years, Miaoyan and Guanghui once went all the way deep into the Changxia underground, directly to the location of the earth's veins.
Encircled by numerous battle formations, they once had a startling glimpse of the ancient divine corpse from a long distance away.
The existence of the Suzaku Divine Corpse is not unknown, it has just been kept secret.
No one can be unmoved by the remains of a god.
I just don't know who can kill this southern god, and who can set up numerous defenses to prevent the fire power from leaking out.
"When we found the divine corpse, you and I were overjoyed and felt that we had done something great."
Miaoyan grabbed the dirt from the field ridge, squeezed it in his hand, and then gently threw it not far away, hitting an old ox on the butt.
The old scalper mooed twice and slowly turned his head. He glanced at the two monks and tilted his head back.
"But I didn't expect that they already knew about the existence of the divine corpse." Miao Yan said: "At that time, it was really beyond my expectation."
The two chatted casually for a few more words, without any tense atmosphere, just like two old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
"What do you think of the world?"
Miao Yan stood up from the ridge of the field, patted the soil on his butt, and spoke calmly.
"The three kingdoms of Zheng, Chu, and Wei were in power, and the Buddhist lineage was divided into two branches, the north and the south. Since the death of the master of Taiwei Mountain, the lineage has been scattered and lackluster."
Miaoyan didn't wait for Guanghui to speak and answered by herself:
"The Confucian lineage is about to be extinct. Master and Xuan Wenjun have withdrawn from the world. The only person who can carry the cauldron, Du Shaozhi, is only in hiding and cannot stir up much trouble. What's more, because Du Shaozhi became an official in Zheng State, the already weak Confucian lineage was torn apart.
Bits and pieces.”
"What do you want to say?" Guanghui was silent for a moment.
"This world is like a grease cauldron. Countless people are doing their own thing, and no one is free." Miao Yan clapped his hands, shook off the dirt on his palms, and put his hands on his back:
"I want to do what Yi Ding does."
He looked into Guang Hui's eyes, and although his voice was soft, it carried a majesty that could not be violated.
"You defected to Beiwei?" Guang Hui was surprised.
"Exactly." Miao Yan's expression did not change.
"Yi Ding..." Guang Hui was silent for a while, then suddenly sneered again and again: "Miao Yan, it's okay for you to fool others, but if you want to deceive me, it's too crude."
He looked at his old friend from the past with a serious look:
"Although I still don't know what's behind your "Yi Ding Heart Sutra", but thinking about it, you are definitely not a fan of Yi Ding."
"Those human demons, the human demons who have practiced the "Yi Ding Heart Sutra"..." Guang Hui smiled softly: "I'm afraid they are all your qualifications, and they are regarded by you as the qualifications to break through to the upper three realms."
Monk Miaoyan smiled slightly, but did not deny it.
"I've read the Heart Sutra you created. It's extremely strange and mysterious. It's very different from your martial arts." Guang Hui frowned and said:
"It has something to do with Ziwu, right?"
"What is it in the depths of the purple mist?" Monk Miaoyan smiled, but did not answer: "I tried my best to see black in the depths of the purple mist."
"black?"
"It's really the color of chaos, darker than ink. Just a glance, that glance..." He stretched out his hand and nodded his head:
"After that look, something suddenly appeared in my mind."
Guang Hui looked moved and remained silent.
"I want to see with my own eyes and see with my own eyes what is in the depths of the purple mist." Miao Yan sighed heavily: "What is the black thing at the end of the purple mist?"
After accidentally catching a glimpse of the surging darkness at the end of the purple mist, the sudden extra knowledge in his mind led him to create the "Yi Ding Heart Sutra", which caused endless chaos.
After being won over by Beiwei, he visited the big and small forces in the Northern Kingdom and persuaded them to explore Purple Mist together.
The purple mist is mysterious and difficult to fathom.
Naturally, the more people there are for this exploration, the better.
"Having said all that, you're not here to catch up with me, right?"
Miaoyan monk's robe was calm and he said automatically: "Old friend, tell me, what is your purpose here?"
"After you created the "Yi Ding Heart Sutra", people in the world will no longer be able to tolerate you."
"People won't tolerate me, but those human demons will tolerate me." Miao Yan chuckled: "Those human demons should thank me, it was my mind that made them break the shackles of the purple mist!
So that those insects and ants in the lower three realms can also see a road to the sky!"
His voice was like a bell, and his expression was full of disdain and ridicule.
"Are you really willing to do this to reach the third realm?" Guang Hui closed her eyes.
"Nonsense." Miao Yan said coldly: "When you did what you did to Wu Ming, weren't you hoping that he would improve his path? Why, the older people get, the more pedantic they become?"
"I often regret that Wuming should have achieved the supreme enlightenment. Even the Master was very optimistic about him and deliberately accepted Wuming as his disciple.
It was me, it was me who ruined him."
Guang Hui slowly opened her eyes and spoke softly:
