Chapter 6 When the heart arose, he lived forever in the Purple Court
“How can we know about death if we have not yet learned about life?
“If you want to know the situation after death, you should know the situation before death.”
After Ji Xiang finished speaking, he heard a slight exhalation in his ears, and Zhu Changluo seemed to have a double image in his eyes, as if there were two people standing in front of him.
Zhu Changluo pondered for a moment and no longer asked about death, but about life:
"Then what does the Taoist priest mean by the principle of life?"
Ji Xiang lowered his head again and responded:
"Life is my life."
"When a person is alive, life and death are in his own hands. Changes in the outside world are caused by the heart. It cannot be buried in the ground and cannot reach heaven. This is called my destiny, which is mine and not in heaven."
"Your Highness himself should also understand that these things are his own to control and should not be asked from outside. If you don't even understand this life, how can you expect a better life after reincarnation?"
My fate is determined by me and not by God, and it will take hundreds of millions of years to become a golden elixir.
This was first said by Zhenren Ge Hong. Later, Qiang Mingzi of the Liang Dynasty and Zhang Boduan of the Northern Song Dynasty also quoted this sentence many times in their works.
The moment of birth, the moment of death, and the fate that comes with it are all innate. But only this "my fate" can be controlled by oneself.
Taoist practitioners throughout the ages have all implemented this idea.
Why practice?
Because it is destiny, to resist it, this is the precious life of immortality.
At this time, Zhu Changluo was silent.
I originally thought that he was just a young mage who swept the courtyard and had little magic power. Who would have thought that he would have such insight? And the weirdest thing is that this man is still alive... and even talks about life and death, gods and ghosts.
thing.
This is simply a monster.
Did he fail to kill him, did he fail to come, or did the demon in front of him have special means?
Zhu Changluo, the thinker, the person next to him, when he said that he would curse and kill the young Taoist priest in front of him, he vowed to do it and guaranteed that nothing would go wrong.
Zhu Changluo originally came here in the morning to confirm Ji Xiang's body, but he did not expect that the young Taoist priest in front of him seemed to be no ordinary person.
These gods are really unreliable and they are really wrong.
Killing people with incense is, after all, an inferior way. For those in these Taoist sects, there is indeed a way to break it.
But many of what Ji Xiang said did make Zhu Changluo feel that there was some truth.
"It seems that you, Taoist Priest, are not a simple person."
"At the beginning, the palace officials said that the orthodoxy of Wudang Mountain was about to decline, but now it seems that is not the case. You are hiding from the court to hone your true nature."
"But if you want your subject to die, how can you not die?"
Zhu Changluo walked to the door of the palace, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:
"Speaking of which, little Taoist Priest, you are slightly older than me. The reason why you started practicing...this choice was not made by you, right?"
"You said that practitioners can change their destiny, and that life and death can be changed by the heart in the hand, so what will be the result in the end?"
Ji Xiang still lowered his head slightly:
"I enjoy life and death. I am still at ease between joy and sorrow. When my heart arises, I will live in the Purple Court forever."
After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and pretended to be a master.
Ji Xiang is not talking nonsense. After all, he has been wandering in Fuli for a long time, and he is not a normal person now. After all, laughter is also a day, and sorrow is also a day. Just be happy.
But Zhu Changluo was silent for a while. It was very quiet inside and outside the palace, with only the chirping of some birds left. He finally said:
"Taoist Priest, go to bed early tonight."
Zhu Changluo didn't look back and went straight out of the Longde Hall gate, his expression already gloomy.
Step by step, he slowly walked away, until he reached the gate of Longde Hall. He stepped on the steps. At that moment, he felt down to earth, which allowed him to slowly come back to his senses and sort out what he had just thought in his mind. of turbulent thoughts.
This time, it seemed like something was about to be settled.
One of the two eunuchs beside Zhu Changluo spoke at this time:
"What is the meaning of the last words that His Highness said to the young Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain? I can't understand it."
Zhu Changluo turned his head slightly and walked right in front of the door. Half of his face was in shadow and half of his face was in the light.
He looked at this rude eunuch out of the corner of his eye, feeling extremely disgusted in his heart.
"It's just that I haven't had such a happy conversation with someone for a long time. I just exchanged a few greetings. It's also the first time we've met. Does Zheng Guifei have to take care of this?"
"What do you think I mean?"
The eunuch showed an ugly smile:
"As long as these Taoist priests have some small tricks, they will do their best to flatter them."
"During the reign of Emperor Jiajing, the demon Tao Zhongwen caused chaos in the palace. The prince at that time had smallpox. Tao Zhongwen set up an altar to pray and used some means to cure the prince's illness. From then on, Emperor Jiajing had great trust in this demon and even banned him all the way. Promise to reach the position of 'three orphans'."
"To this day, the poison of the demonic way is still difficult to eradicate. There are many people in the palace who are looking for elixirs and Taoism. Your Highness, please do not be bewitched by these evil ways. If you lose the position of the prince because of such a trivial matter as believing in the evil way, Concubine Gong is in poor health, so don’t cause trouble for her..."
The eunuch's tone was full of ridicule and gloating, but Zhu Changluo took a few deep breaths and kept silent.
Isn't that what eunuchs are like? When their masters are in power, they are arrogant, but when their masters are out of power, they are like wild dogs.
Zhu Changluo knew that in the next period of time, Concubine Zheng would put some people here to seize his leverage. What he said today was indeed too much, and it was also too much.
But she shouldn't be criticized directly. After all, during this period, in order to correct her own son, Concubine Zheng tried her best to pretend to be a good wife and loving mother in front of the ministers to win people's hearts...
but.
It doesn't matter.
Zhu Changluo looked into the distance, as if he had penetrated the obstacles of many high walls and could clearly see the appearance of Qianqing Palace.
He muttered silently in his mind:
After the fire tonight, everything will be clean.
"You forced me to do this... My life is mine, not others."
...
Ji Xiang watched the eldest prince leave Longde Hall, and he never stopped thinking about it.
His predecessor had never had any interaction with the eldest prince. He cursed him to death inexplicably, and even came here to see if he was alive or alive. This meant that his predecessor had long been targeted by him and listed as a target for death.
So, let’s simply deduce it.
It's not about killing your predecessor.
Instead, he wanted to kill the Taoist priest in Longde Hall.
No matter who this Taoist priest is, he cannot live.
In political struggles, countless people die because of their identities and sides. They don't necessarily have to offend the other party to die. Sometimes, the reason for death is just because you should not exist in a certain plan of the enemy.
If the other party thinks that you will hinder him, then you will be labeled as being killed.
An unforeseen disaster is basically like this.
Ji Xiang thinks that he is not a good person. It is okay if his predecessor was burned to death. If he still wants to deal with him now, he does not need to be merciful.
Of course, killing the prince is too exciting, so it's better to avoid it. Don't get involved in the fresh body you just made.
There are naturally ways to deal with righteous gods, but we don't know whether the fire god behind the opponent is a spirit who has taken the status of the god of fire, or whether someone has obtained the status of the god of fire.
Or is it some kind of fire monster?
The former is easier to deal with than the latter, which means that the apparent ghost is easy to kill. You can tell at a glance that it is not a human being, so beat it to death.
But if this "ghost" or "god" wears human skin, it will be very troublesome.
"He wanted to kill me. If he didn't kill me once, he would definitely kill me again. And if the incense on his body does not belong to him, then it belongs to the righteous god who set the fire."
With his third-level cultivation ability, he was not enough to deal with this kind of fire god. Ji Xiang wanted to find out the opponent's true identity, and expected that the opponent would come again tonight.
The opponent's strength is unknown, but he can move around in the palace and move around at will under the authority of the country. This Vulcan is not easy.
The righteous god relies on the prince to act, but he cannot hurt others by himself.
"Zhu Changluo, God of Fire, lends his body..."
"I wonder if my persuasion can make him change his mind a little and take the initiative to separate from that god of fire. He thinks he is taking advantage of this god of fire, and the god of justice is using him for some unknown reason."
"The third level of gold, muscle, jade and bones is definitely no match for this Vulcan God. I need to arrange the talisman."
Ji Xiang thought, and with just a thought, a magical sword that had been sorted before and placed in the corner of the hall was suddenly taken into his hand by the volley.
Ji Xiang tapped the blade of the sword again with his fingers. The green smoke from the three sticks of incense in the incense burner in front of him immediately wrapped around the blade of the sword like vines. He then waved his hand again. On the other side, dozens of people
Zhang Huangfutong rises in the incense smoke!
The door of the main hall was closed by itself without anyone touching it, with a bang and a strong wind.
Ji Xiang made a gesture, and dozens of yellow talismans were immediately posted on the doors and windows, chanting words. As time went by, as time went by, the incense burned on the yellow talismans produced magical words.