The first thousand two hundred and seven chapters really think
When the man in white saw the figure clearly, suddenly, a strong wind howled.
Then the full moon appeared bright.
Where the moonlight was, the man in white saw that figure with its back to him. However, it made him feel like a majestic mountain peak that could compete with the sky.
It's as if the world is collapsing, but as long as this old man is here and this peak stands here, it will not affect him no matter what.
This is just an old man with gray hair and decay all over his body.
Why would an old man feel like this?
The man in white didn't know, nor did he know who this old man was. In his impression, there was no old man with such an arched body among the divine relics in this world.
An old man whom he had never seen before suddenly appeared on this mountain. There was no divine fluctuation in this old man's body, and his aura was ordinary, just like an ordinary old man.
What the man in white feels is that of an ordinary old man. But why does he feel this way in his heart? And it gets stronger and stronger.
"Who...are you?" The man in white took a deep breath and asked.
This is definitely not just an ordinary old man. Otherwise, how could it give him this feeling?
This must be a very powerful person. Apart from being a mortal, only a powerful person whose cultivation level is much higher than him can make him unable to feel any breath.
This old man has a very high state. Sitting there cross-legged, it gives him an extremely powerful resistance, which is inviolable by all means.
"This is an extremely powerful person... It's even possible... Even Emperor Cang is no match for him."
The man in white thought for a long time and finally spoke.
"Senior, who are you?"
Facing a person who is suspected to be the strongest, for anyone, if a strong person suddenly appears in front of them, they will naturally be frightened.
But the man in white hesitated for a moment and put down his doubts. If this strong man really had the intention to kill, he would have already taken action.
More importantly, the man in white had an intuition that this old man with a mysterious origin would not take action against him no matter what.
The man in white opened his mouth, but the old man still sat there, silent.
The old man didn't make a sound, and the man in white didn't dare to move. The two of them were silent for a long time.
There was silence all around, only the sound of each other's breathing.
Finally, a vicissitudes of sound suddenly sounded in the night sky.
"Child, come to me."
This old voice is still very old. But when the man in white heard the words, he felt an inexplicable emotion. It seemed that he had heard this voice many years ago and was extremely familiar.
The man in white felt as if he knew this old man. But no matter what he thought, he did not retrieve the memory of meeting this old man from his mind.
He didn't think, but his body walked forward involuntarily.
The wet leaves stained the ground on the boots, and the pieces shattered under the heavy footsteps, turning into the finest strands.
The strong wind blew by, fluttering his white clothes and sending his black hair flying everywhere, revealing his handsome face. The wind was so strong that the broken leaves under his feet also flew with it.
However, the strong wind did not rage in the end. When it blew behind the old man, it collapsed and was shaken away by a stroke on the sleeve.
The old man stretched out his hand, and then said again: "Child, sit here."
The eyes of the man in white suddenly shrank. When the old man waved his sleeves, he seemed to see the changes in the world.
Behind him, there are no longer mountain roads covered with leaves, nor are there wooden houses next to the lakeshore in the distance, but mountains all over.
In front of him was a firewood house. This firewood house was very dilapidated and creaked when the breeze blew. Just like the old man, he had entered his twilight years and was experiencing his remaining years in the wind.
In front of the woodshed and in front of the old man, there was something more.
It was an old wooden table. In front of the table, there was a cup of tea and two worn-out teacups.
This is something that does not exist in the mountains, but it appears in front of the man in white.
"This world...has changed..."
The man in white's eyes narrowed sharply, and his breathing also became rapid.
Strong man, this old man is indeed a strong man. With the wave of his sleeve, the world changes. How many people in this world can do it? At least, the man in white has never seen or heard of it.
Perhaps, only the legendary Cang Emperor and Luo Yun Emperor could achieve such a feat.
The man in white has never seen a strong man with such means.
But when the old man's voice sounded again, the injustice in the man in white's heart calmed down a lot.
"Child, come and sit in front of me."
The man in white swallowed his saliva, thought for a moment and said, "Senior, is this still a place of divine heritage?"
The sacred land has been covered in dust for countless years. It has been forgotten by the world. It only covers a few square meters, and there is no way that there are such continuous mountains one after another.
The old man turned his back to him, shook his head, and replied: "This is still a place of divine heritage."
The man in white was startled, then thought for a while and said: "I have never seen such a scene, so how can it be a place of divine heritage? If not, can you trouble me, senior, to take me out?"
In his opinion, with this old man's extraordinary skills, he would definitely be able to take him away from the divine legacy.
It was good to stay here. There was no frivolity between monks, only warmth between people. He fell in love with the simplicity of the folk customs of the Shenyi people.
However, here, he will be a frog in the well for Tao. Once he stays here, he will no longer be able to pursue a higher realm.
Although, behind him, there is an extremely ancient existence. However, the resources here are limited, which is far from enough for him to reach the sky.
The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head. Then he slowly opened his mouth and said: "Here...only you can get out. It's just that you have been escaping, so you have stayed here. Come, child, sit in front of me, and I will follow you."
You tell a story."
"Only I can get out? Am I escaping?" The man in white was stunned when he heard this, but without thinking much, he passed the old man in a few steps, came to the opposite side, and sat down cross-legged in front of the wooden table.
Looking up, the old man's face finally appeared in the eyes of the man in white.
The old man's face was as wrinkled as dead wood, filled with the aura of twilight. But those eyes seemed to contain the stars in the sky. Just one glance could make people fall into the infinite scenery.
The old man just smiled, stretched out his hand hidden in his gray sleeves, and turned the two teacups on the wooden table upwards.
The teapot was lifted up and tilted slightly. A stream of warm water flowed into the cup.
"Come, drink this cup of tea first." After making the tea, the old man stretched out his hand and said again.
The man in white nodded and smiled. When he sat in front of the old man, the panic in his heart disappeared.
He felt that the old man's eyes were always looking at him. The eyes were filled with admiration, relief, and more of love. It was as if he was looking at his own child.
The man in white clothes felt a little warm, as if he was being illuminated by the warm sun.
"Thank you, senior." He said his thanks without any hesitation, picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly.
He took a sip and then froze there. His brows furrowed slightly, but he still kept taking one mouthful after another.
As he continued to drink sip after sip, the man in white's brows frowned more and more, and he had more doubts in his heart.
"How does this tea taste?" The old man laughed at this moment. It was like a ray of spring breeze in late winter.
The man in white put down the tea cup, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "This tea is very weak. I thought that the aftertaste of the first sip was not there, but as I tasted it again, I realized that this tea has no taste at all."
He raised his head, looked into the old man's eyes, and said with a smile: "If the tea given by the senior is tea, it is really difficult to drink. I thought that the tea given by the senior would definitely be taken.
The best tea in the world.”
"But I thought about it carefully and realized that this is actually ordinary water. After all, no matter how weak the tea is, it will still have some flavor."
The old man chuckled and asked again: "Then do you know why I want to bring you a pot of water to drink?"
The man in white frowned slightly again, lost in his thoughts. After a long time, his eyes lit up and he said: "The clarity of water, senior wants to tell me, along the way of cultivating Taoism, don't forget your original intention, and be like water."
Clear?”
The old man smiled again, shook his head and said: "This answer is indeed good. Once upon a time... I asked a person the same question, and he also gave this answer."
"It is certainly a good thing that the water is clear, but my answer is that although this water is tasteless, it can brew countless spiritual teas, as well as ordinary teas."
"Water is plain, but it contains countless possibilities. It is just like this world... This world is like this cup of water. It can brew a plain tea, but it can also brew a memorable tea."
"There are countless living beings in heaven and earth. These living beings are like this tea, birds, beasts and insects, and even human beings, and even monks like us."
"This water can brew countless kinds of tea flavors, and countless creatures can be born in this world. Among these creatures, there are ordinary people with mediocre qualifications, and there are also transcendent people."
"I'm telling him that without this water, no matter how good the spiritual tea is, it will be useless. If there is no heaven and earth, those so-called geniuses and powerful men are just talking about nothing. If there is no heaven and earth, how can living beings be born? So what?
To drink the strongest wine and the best tea in the world?"
"In the end, the world will be destroyed and everything will turn into nothingness. There will be nothing but broken void."
As he finished speaking, the old man suddenly raised his head, looked straight into the eyes of the man in white, sighed, and said: "You are not him after all, so naturally I will not tell you my original answer. What I answered to you is that this clear water naturally
Qing, the path ahead, whether it is turbid or clear, is up to you to choose."
"Come on, child. Tell me your own choice. In the future, no one will control your direction behind you. In the future, you only have your own choice. Tell me what you really want."
think!"
As he spoke, the sky and the earth were rolling. A big thunder was rolling in the mind of the man in white.
He suddenly remembered something and saw the old man's body shaking violently and tears streaming down his face.
A great dream in the abyss, surging clouds and rolling waves.
The mountains all around collapsed, and a blood-red scene broke out in the world.
A broken hand suddenly stretched out from the earth, knocked over the wooden table in front of him, and appeared in the man's sight.
The old man's body remained motionless, his eyes still looking directly at the other person. Every word he spoke was like thunder, running in all directions.
"Tell me, my teacher, what you really think about!"