The distant snow-capped mountains, like a scene that can never be reached from the horizon, watch everything indifferently.
The blazing sunshine, the cold air, and the yellow sand in the sky hit from time to time. These contradictory scenes appear at the same time, making this journey seem so absurd and ridiculous.
Li Zhichang's lips were chapped and bleeding, and the blinding light hurt his retinas. Some messy and broken fragments suddenly came to mind in his mind.
The heavy snow in the middle of winter in Yanjing, the green grass in Xuande, the yellow sand in the vast sea in Mobei, and the noisy business travellers, all flew past his eyes, and were driven away by the north wind.
Turning into the distant starlight in the sky.
"Zhi Chang, Baoyuan Shouyi."
The old voice suddenly sounded, and a warm current slowly flowed from the palm of his shoulder, nourishing Li Zhichang's almost collapsed mind and giving him some strength out of thin air.
His dry throat hurt like a knife. Before he could answer, the old man with a pale face strode past him and walked at the front of the team again.
There was infinite longing in Li Zhichang's eyes. It was this old man who, with his old age, led this team on the verge of despair and escaped from danger countless times.
But at this moment, his vision felt strange, as if a bug that couldn't be driven away had crawled into his eyes, and the damn dew was drilling into his eyeballs...
He saw the person next to the master again.
The Han guy with the Mongolian haircut.
The man who took the Mongolian edict and threatened Master to go west.
The person who always has a deathly smile on his face and is never tired or thirsty.
"Master, we are going to the king's tent ahead, but you must be careful about your health."
The voice was soft and harsh, and full of yin and yang in its thoughtfulness. Li Zhichang couldn't help but glare at the other person, mustering up his last strength to protect his master's reputation.
But the famous Changchun man smiled without anger and said, "I'd like to thank Ambassador Liu for your concern."
Yan Bi looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance and said with emotion, "This time I traveled westward through the Kunlun and Qilian Mountains, there was no trace of the Yaotai Emperor Ruins in the scriptures. I guess it was only later generations who followed it. In an experienced way, "Mountains and Seas"
"The Sutra" says that the Queen Mother lives on the shore of quicksand, on the hill of red sun, on the river of frozen ice..."
"Two hundred and twenty miles further to the west is called the Mountain of Three Danger, where three blue birds live."
With a stiff smile on his face, Liu Zhonglu continued effortlessly, "Could it be that Master Changchun wants to say that this is the mountain of three dangers? Could it be that he also wants to go up the mountain to ask for the elixir of immortality?"
Seventy-two-year-old Qiu Chuji looked tired, and his wandering life seemed to have not harmed him at all. He smiled slightly.
"As the Great Khan's medical officer, how could Messenger Liu believe such absurd statements?"
Liu Zhonglu's steps were very peculiar. The length of each step seemed to have been measured, not one inch more or less.
"If I hadn't seen a real person with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there are gods and immortals in the world..."
On the snowy mountains, the felt tails on the roof of the king's tent were flying wildly, and the Mongolian warriors drank with open arms in the ice and snow, wrestled and let out loud shouts.
Li Zhichang walked into the king's tent anxiously, maintaining his posture as rows of Mongolian warriors looked on, trying his best to endure the smell of cattle, sheep and wine and meat in the tent.
All uneasy emotions can always be resolved invisible when seeing Master's back.
Traveling thousands of miles westward, he was trampled under the feet of the seventy-two-year-old Changchun master. The Mongolian warrior who tried to block the road was thrown to the ground by the weak Quanzhen Taoist with one hand. The Jinye Talisman hanging on the top of the flagpole was also lifted three feet into the air and walked thirty-seven
After taking off the Golden Wild Goose Kung Bu, everything seemed to be fine with the master.
But the biggest difficulty of this trip is that now I am sitting in the royal tent, holding the lives of the people in the world with my palms, drinking the blood of my enemies from my wine glass. This so-called edict on "moral matters" is simply ridiculous.
Master Changchun insisted on fasting for ten and two days, and finally agreed to meet him.
"Be persistent and keep your mind at ease."
Qiu Chuji stroked his shoulder and walked into the king's tent first. The cold wind carried ice and hung all over his robes, but they melted instantly in the hot air inside the tent.
Li Zhichang walked in second and saw the people inside.
The Mongolian envoy Liu Zhonglu was waiting to sit beside him, lingering in his world like a nasty bug. If it weren't for his master's successful cultivation, he would have died of exhaustion on the long journey to see him.
But what made him more curious was the man on the throne.
Li Zhichang could not imagine what it was like to kill tens of millions of people. He only saw an extremely old man.
Li Zhichang judged at a glance that this person was definitely not a sincere believer, because what he had always done was far away from Huang Lao's art.
Desire and ambition were like blazing flames that boiled away that person's body. Wine and beauty were like poison that quenched thirst and stirred up life, allowing that person to reach the grassland that has lasted thousands of years in just a few decades.
A feat that has never been accomplished.
"Master, can you teach me?"
It sounded like a jackal's voice, and it was so quiet inside the tent that you could hear a pin drop.
"There is no other. If you want to live forever, you must have a pure heart and few desires; if you want to be unified, you must respect heaven and love the people."
Qiu Chuji was still smiling, and the cold wind outside and the heat flow inside the tent could not affect him at all.
The man on the throne suddenly stood up and threw the brocade robe he was wearing in front of Liu Zhonglu. His lean but prematurely aging body still carried a fierceness.
"The local guide said that this snowy mountain means the mountain of murder in Persian. Because as long as the army from the north crosses this snowy mountain, it will face a large plain that is undefended and can take whatever it wants!"
His voice was hoarse, "I have killed Mokomo, and his son Zalandin fled into the other side of the mountain with the army of Khwarezm. You tell me not to kill anyone anymore?!"
Liu Zhonglu, who had Mongolian hair style, remained silent, with the smile still on his stiff face.
Qiu Chuji's slender expression was not surprised at all.
"The Great Khan has a way of killing people. He can kill his enemies without harming himself. The old Taoist has a way of bringing life to the people, but he can't explain it in one word. Besides, the Great Khan wants to lead his troops across the mountain, so why wait for me?"
The people on the throne laughed silently, patted Liu Zhonglu's shoulders hard, and almost died of laughter.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "He told me that you, Qiu Chuji, are over 300 years old, and you are a man who has mastered the elixir of immortality! He also said that Lin Lingsu once brought
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty traveled to heaven and enjoyed ten thousand times the happiness on earth! I am waiting for you here specially just to see if what he said is true!"
"This is what Master Shura King said. I am just paraphrasing a few words."
Liu Zhonglu answered respectfully with a dead smile.
When Qiu Chuji heard this, he took a deep look at Liu Zhonglu, wrapped himself in his ragged Taoist robe and sat down on the spot, regardless of the mess of the previous night's banquet.
"Great Khan, in the past I was a monk with seven fellow monks. Three of them have already ascended and transformed like cicadas. I am the only one left who is old and unable to transform into mortal bones. How can I have the elixir of immortality? I only know that God is my true self and my body is an illusory body.
, Great Khan, whenever you see a color and get angry, you should think about the false body and the true god."
Li Zhichang's heart was in his throat. He was not afraid of losing his body, but he couldn't bear to see his old master die in a foreign land. The result of unceremoniously criticizing the massacre of a generation like this would never be optimistic.
"If the Great Khan doesn't believe it, and retreats to the left and right sides, join me in the fairy banquet in Yaochi, transcend the illusions, and see the truth at a glance..."
The old Taoist priest sat on the ground, motionless.
What surprised Li Zhichang was that the other party actually obeyed the master's request.
Li Zhichang looked back at the master sitting on the ground three times with a look of worry on his face, but suddenly he found that the master sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly had a dark face, much older and decayed, as if he was a corpse that had been dissolved for a long time!
In shock, before he could take a closer look, he was pushed out of the tent by the Golden Melon Warrior, and the inside and outside were heavily sealed.
A strange aroma suddenly wafted out of the tent. It was so strong that it could not be dissipated when soaked in clothes, and it became increasingly difficult for him to breathe and move.
Suddenly, the sound of flutes suddenly rang out in the air, and the sobs floated helplessly. Sometimes there were clouds and cranes chirping in the sky, and sometimes the sound of sheng pipes was heard leisurely, as if the tent had entered another world.
Sound? Where did the sound come from?
Li Zhichang asked the brothers around him in horror, but everyone treated him like a madman. He rushed forward and grabbed the Mongolian warrior and asked to enter the tent to observe the situation, but he was thrown out angrily.
Li Zhichang didn't know what happened, but his heart beat suddenly and violently. Finally, he discovered that the strange sound he heard came from his heart!
By the way, the sound is not a sheng, not a Xiao, not a crane, but different types of lai playing, large and small!
"Nan Hua Sutra" says that "Di Lai" and "Ren Lai" are Xiao-type musical instruments of different shapes, with single orifices and multiple orifices.
"Qiao Nu Xi" is the sound of nature.
So what appeared in him at this time was the "sound of the heart" that only he could hear!
The sounds are played repeatedly, with different pitches and thicknesses, until the spirit is about to collapse. It is a terrifying experience to have the heart sing!
He kept his weird posture with his head close to his chest, and crawled on the ground, feeling that his heart was beating loudly, and all the sounds in his heart were playing everywhere...
Many years later, when Li Zhichang saw with his own eyes that Quanzhen Taoism failed in the debate, was ordered to burn the Taoist scriptures, and suffered a comprehensive attack, his mind still reflected the old figure walking alone in the vast mountains and rivers.
But he knew that the master was dead.
He died not in the snowy mountains four years after meeting Temujin, but in the tent that day.
Temujin's temperament changed drastically from that day on, and he actually issued a stop-kill order and followed the instructions to cultivate his life.
But the master seemed to have seen all the horrors contained in the world. After that, his body rapidly aged, and he locked himself in a quiet room to meditate every day, never going out again, as if even the spring sky and summer flowers were poison.
But every time he opened the book "Changchun Zhenren Youxuanji" and wanted to write something down, a slender figure always appeared in front of him, as if caressing his shoulder.
"Aspirations are constant and cannot be questioned..."