Chapter 437 Mission Reward [Asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket]
Hou Zi reappeared in the garden of the North Courtyard of Chongmen Ju, exactly where he took the photo of Fu Zhao and left.
Twelve days have passed, but the space has not changed. This is the charm of dimensional space. Unfortunately, one cannot understand the mystery without infant transformation.
After carefully reflecting on my performance in this ghost festival, it is difficult to say whether this task was completed perfectly or completely?
But no matter how ugly a daughter-in-law is, she cannot avoid her parents-in-law.
Returning to Sikong Mansion, I found Li Biejia's public apartment. I felt uneasy. This guy named Li wouldn't make things difficult for him, right?
In the room, Li Chuping was holding a spiritual book in his hand and was leisurely outside. This scene was so familiar that it was as if he had seen it for the first time. It also made him understand the root of the monk's strength, which is to constantly strive for self-improvement and enrich himself all the time.
He walked along the way, with a sense of ease and ease, but still a little drifting.
The room fell into a brief silence until Li Chuping's calm voice sounded,
"How do you think you did during the Ghost Festival Rebellion?"
Hou Zi thought about it seriously, "It's not satisfactory. Maybe, if you don't kill Ghost Cha, there are other options? Now, he is used as a spearman by the Taoist sect."
Li Chuping nodded, "If you know this, it's not hopeless.
Regarding the abnormality of ghosts in the underworld, it began hundreds of years ago. It is not a sudden change, but a subtle and gradual change. It may be some conspiracy, but it may also be a natural change over the years.
Perfect rules only exist in ideals. They will inevitably gradually deteriorate under the temper of time, until the order collapses and new rules are re-established.
It is the cycle of heaven, just like the life and death of nature, glory and loneliness, strength and dormancy, but there is no immortality.
If the underworld is like this, why shouldn't the Splendid Continent be like this in the eyes of Gui Cha?"
Hou Zi lowered his head to accept the teaching. What Li Chuping said was understanding from the perspective of heaven. It did not mean that he did something completely wrong, but only after opening his eyes did he realize that there is more than one way in this world.
"You are not wrong, but you are not necessarily right. From different perspectives and at different times, you will have different answers.
If you only look at the present, you will lose your sense of direction and eventually become a reckless person controlled by impulse, losing yourself in the tide.
If you only look at the future, you will lose the courage to take action. If you can't do well in the present, what is the future?
Therefore, I cannot evaluate whether you are right or wrong. The results of this mission can only be verified with time.
What I want to say is the root of your thoughts of killing at every turn."
Hou Tzu sat upright and asked, "Please give me some advice."
Li Chuping thought for a while, "Rice never think that what they eat is stolen, flies don't think they are dirty, and bats don't think they are poisonous... In the world of crows, swans are all guilty...
Summer insects cannot speak of the ice, and well frogs cannot speak of the sea...
If our minds are not on the same level, there is no need to conquer each other; even if you don’t believe in Buddhism, there is no shortage of people offering incense in the temple.
So, being possessed does not mean killing indiscriminately, and killing cannot solve all problems. If you can understand this truth, you will find that there may be more ways to solve problems than just killing?"
Seeing the young man in front of him closing his eyes and thinking silently, Li Chuping nodded with satisfaction; he did not expect to criticize this guy all at once, it was not necessary and should not be done; what he pointed out was the shortcomings of this guy's character, but
But there is more to this guy's character that shines.
If you can calm down and think, you will have a future; instead of nodding and bowing as soon as you say something, that is perfunctory.
This guy had great potential, the kind of potential that he couldn't see through; he hoped that there would be more people like this in Shanmen Quanzhen that he couldn't see through, so that the entire sect would have a future.
If he sees through it all, his achievements will be nothing more than this.
After a long time, he asked quietly: "You have been running towards me these days. This is not your personality. Tell me, what are your requirements? Are there any pitfalls you want me to step on?"
Hou Zi knew that his recent performance could not be hidden from the spy chief. This man had very detailed control over people's hearts, and he did not want to hide it.
"I want to go to the basement of the Hidden Sword Tower to find some Quanzhen ancient sword techniques, which should be helpful to my current sword realm, but I can't get in now..."
Li Chuping nodded, "Yes! Generally speaking, monks in the sect will go to that place to get some things after they reach the golden elixir, not just to get something, but to seek verification; if they reach the golden elixir, their mind is stable and solid, and they are not afraid of being attacked.
Those miraculous skills lead to deviation.
I'm not surprised that you have this thought, and it's difficult to change your state of mind.
Well, there is no need to find a few more golden elixirs to jointly recommend. Let me help you with some favors; since you are also an accomplice of the Sikong Mansion now, you can use the excuse of investigating the case and directly use the Sikong Yu Order to find clues."
Hou Zi nodded in agreement. It was different now that there was an organization. With all kinds of officialdom methods, every rule was riddled with holes.
He thought Li Chuping's words made sense, but he didn't think he should change anything;
Always take the most correct, shortest and most predictable path. This in itself is a mistake, a big mistake!
The most rare thing for a monk to grow up is to fall down while making mistakes, keep falling, and finally fall out of a body of steel and iron.
It's just a matter of propriety, how do you fall? How far does it fall?
There is no perfect practice, only eternal correction.
Frequently reflecting on himself and not being fooled by the achievements in front of him is what he should do most at the moment.
With Sikong Mansion's instructions, everything becomes simple.
The nature of his visit to the basement has also undergone a fundamental change. It is no longer about learning skills, but about inquiry. This is the essential difference.
It takes no effort to get there even if you wear iron shoes.
After displaying the Yu Ling in front of the Golden Pill monks of the Cangjian Tower and verifying their identities, and everything was correct, the Golden Pill Protector of the Tower opened the basement gate magic circle without saying much.
"Approximately how much time do you need?"
Hou Zi said honestly, "If everything goes well, it may take a few hours; if the clues are not clear, it may take a few days."
The Jindan monk glanced at him playfully, "Investigating the case? Looking for swordsmanship?"
Hou Zi smiled sadly, "I want to observe Quanzhen ancient swordsmanship..."
Jin Dan snorted, "I know that people inside the Sanfu always use these tricks. For the sake of your honesty, just go in."
This is a tacit game.
When Hou Zi walked into the basement, it was like walking into an underground sword-hiding tower. If he was willing, countless historical fogs would be opened before his eyes, but he was undistracted and unswerving. He only walked towards the area where the ancient swordsmanship was located, and he was not interested in other areas.
Turn a blind eye to the temptation.
No time was wasted at all. Just where the remnants of the swordsmanship were most obvious, ancient slips were arranged one after another, including nine black ancient slips:
When I stand high, I see that the world is small, and I know the distance is empty... This is the inscription on the first black slip, going down in sequence:
The army is in full swing, and the battle will never stop!
The stars are changing, taking advantage of the momentum, and time is passing by.
If you take a hundred-foot pole, there will be an image if you take a step forward, and there will be no trace if you take a step back.
They are all separated by life and death, and share weal and woe.
The clouds are flat and motionless, and the river map is darkly connected.
Things are changing, but I am alone.
The ancients will never be seen before, and the newcomers will never be seen after.
If you do not follow the path, you will not follow the path.
...The titles of the nine ancient slips actually add up to one sentence:
Those who are facing a fight, all march forward in formation!
