On the winter solstice, the sun was very bright. The gloomy dark clouds of the previous few days had disappeared, and not a single cloud could be seen in the clear sky.
Today is the day of the annual great sacrifice. On this day, everyone from the emperor to the common people will offer sacrifices to the heaven and earth, express gratitude for the good weather this year, and pray for peace and prosperity in the coming year.
The winter festival has the highest standards among all sacrifices, and naturally the whole village must participate.
The person who presided over the sacrifice was the seventy-four-year-old village chief. The old man had lost all his beard and only had a few sparse eyebrows. He stood tremblingly with the support of his two great-grandsons.
On the makeshift stage, a prayer was recited in front of the incense table for worshiping heaven and earth. The voice was so low that only Wu Jie, except for the two young men around him, could hear it.
The old man's health is already very poor, and his memory is also bad. He can't even remember clearly the prayers he has said countless times over the years. He said a short paragraph intermittently for almost half an hour, and he turned it over and over again and added it countless times.
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But from these confusing words, what Wu Jie heard was full of sincerity. Regardless of whether the old man really believed that heaven and earth could bless everyone, at least his expectations for the future were sincere.
The incense table and the sacrifices on the table don't matter, only this sincerity is the key to the realization of the sacrifice.
The way to sacrifice is only true and sincere. Only sincerity can move the world.
After the prayer, the whole village paid homage to heaven and earth. Because Du Tuanlian was going to attend a military ceremony at the county government, the village team was led by Doctor Wu.
At this time, Doctor Wu's identity was not that of the old marquis of Ji Shihou Mansion, but an old doctor in his village. And Wu Jie was not a dignified Ji Shihou or a living immortal, but the son of Doctor Wu.
He stood inconspicuously in the middle of the queue, and along with his brother, he participated in the worship obediently like every ordinary villager.
After the Winter Festival Ceremony, there were celebrations. Wu Jie did not participate, but just stood beside the venue and watched from a distance.
"Why don't you go and have fun?" Brother Wu Cheng came over with his two sons and asked with a smile.
"No, if I go there, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for them." Wu Jie smiled, looking at the short beard that appeared on his brother's face for some time, he couldn't help but sigh.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
"Time flies so fast! I still remember when I saw the immortals fighting and made up my mind to go out to seek immortality... I was only fifteen at that time, and you were only nineteen. We had just gotten married a few days ago, and we kept shouting all day long.
A man has to support his family and make money to support his family, just like our family is very poor..."
"Actually, our family is not poor at all." Thinking of what happened at the beginning, Wu Cheng couldn't help laughing, "In the end, within a few months, you came back with hundreds of taels of silver. And then in the blink of an eye, you took down the drug store in the city.
By then... shouldn't you have already cultivated into an immortal by then?"
"At that time, it was just some immortality. It was still a long time before I became an immortal." Eight years had passed, and Wu Jie no longer had the need to keep it a secret. He said casually, "But that Sanshan Taoist is actually an immortal."
——It’s just from the evil sect. Looking back now, we have actually been neighbors with an evil sect god who kills without blinking an eye for so many years..."
"Yeah, I'm a little scared when I think about it! Poor Aruo, she's so young..." Wu Cheng sighed, shook his head, and said with regret, "Maybe... this is life..."
"Fate...?" Wu Jie muttered, lost in thought.
With Du Ruo's talent, hard work, character and temperament, if he hadn't died young, he would have been accepted into any immortal sect he went to. At least Qingyang Guan would definitely be happy to have such a good disciple. But she lacked experience.
, fell into the trap of Sanshan Taoist and was taken away from him, and now he can only become a ghost living in the world of the Book of Heaven...
Maybe there really is a "fate" in the dark, right?
But fate is obviously not absolute, otherwise there would be no need for the descendants of Buyi Shenxiang to compete for Li Buyi's true inheritance. Everyone would know who can get it and who can't. There is no need for Changchun real people to help Xiong Hao rebel.
He even lost his life.
Wu Jie once asked Xiao Buyi, how powerful is fate? Xiao Buyi's answer was that three points depend on fate and seven points depend on people.
It's just that... for people who lack enough strength and correct knowledge, "seven points depend on people" is just empty talk.
The weaker a person is, the more powerless he is in front of fate. A strong mind, a strong force, a strong spirit... these are all indispensable if you want to strangle fate by the throat!
He was so deep in thought that he clenched his fists.
It does feel good to go home, but after all, he is a cultivator, a person who pursues transcending the world, transcending life and death, and transcending destiny!
Finish the work here as soon as possible, and then go back to the mountain to continue practicing!
With this thought in mind, after the winter festival, he hurried back to the county town to guide his apprentices to continue practicing.
The magical method of clearing light across the stars is a very simple and reliable method. Although Wu Jie has never practiced it himself, with his realm and vision, it is very easy to guide others to start practicing.
In order to help Steve Jobs get started as soon as possible, he even went to the world of the Book of Heaven and asked Jasmine to use her supreme magical power to evolve some starlight energy, and then passed it on to his apprentices to experience it carefully.
The amount of this energy was very small, but it was enough to help Jobs take the crucial step of "sensing starlight". Within a few days, this young man who practiced hard every day successfully harvested the power of starlight and finally embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation.
After completing this, he opened the door to the Supreme Avenue. Wu Jie could not help much anymore. He had to work hard on his own and accumulate the power of starlight bit by bit until
Something accomplished.
In this process, his body will be continuously refined and strengthened, and his acupoints and meridians will also be continuously warmed and strengthened. Although there will be no immediate effect, it is better than continuous. As long as he persists in practicing, he will continue to
Become stronger...
Wu Jie hopes that when he goes home to visit relatives next time, he can see that his apprentice has broken through the innate realm.
"Disciples who practice the Great Sun Light Technique can usually break through to the innate realm within half a year to two years. This wonderful method of clear light that shines all over the stars will progress a little slower. It is estimated that it will be one or two years as fast as it is, and three or five years as slow as three to five years. That's about it.
." Du Xin said, "Perhaps he has already successfully entered Taoism before you can see Xing Netherworld."
"I hope so..." Wu Jie replied with a smile as he rode the light of his sword across the sky.
He did not go to Changning City, but went directly to Nanping County to join Tao Tu.
The Tao family still has a house, but Tao Tu did not live in it. Instead, he used magic to build a small wooden house next to the family cemetery and lived there as if he were keeping a filial piety.
When Wu Jie saw him, he was dressed in white and was making a pottery statue. Outside the cabin, there were many completed pottery statues neatly placed.
"This is the statue I made for my relatives." Tao Tu explained, "When I returned to my hometown, I found that even though it had only been a few years, many people didn't remember the Tao family very much... even though I knew it was a matter of course.
, but I always feel uncomfortable."
"So you made these pottery statues? Where are you going to put them? Next to the cemetery, or in your big house?"
Tao Tu smiled bitterly: "Those places are not suitable. What should I do if I scare others? In fact, I haven't figured out a suitable way to deal with it."
Wu Jie thought for a while and said, "Your place once prospered because of pottery making, right?"
"That's right, but there aren't many pottery makers here anymore."
"Then let's build a memorial hall to let people know how prosperous this place once was!"
This ingenious idea suddenly made Tao Tui's eyes light up and he raised his thumbs up.
"As expected of Senior Brother! What a great idea!"
The two gods took action and built a memorial hall. They bought several houses that were close together in the town, then used their magic to bulldoze them, and then built a house that was simple in appearance but surprisingly large.
.Inside the house, clay used ceramic sculptures to introduce the prosperity of the town in the past.
With his superb craftsmanship and Wu Jie's help, it only took about ten days to build the memorial hall.
The weather was not very good on the day the museum opened, and it was a little foggy, but this did not hinder the curious people. Almost everyone in the town came to watch the fun. They wandered around the memorial hall and marveled at the extraordinary powers of clay and Wu Jie.
, and admired these lifelike sculptures.
The pottery statues in the memorial hall are all shrunk. From a distance, it looks like a town has been shrunk and placed here. And the pedestrians and workshops in the town, the carts that collect pottery and sell pottery, the pottery pits outside the city and
The earth kiln...everything is exactly the same as before.
Walking inside the memorial hall is like crossing the river of time and witnessing the prosperity of the town in the past.
More than one person shed tears looking at the lifelike sculptures in front of them, and many old potters found their own statues in the memorial hall and sighed and felt proud when they looked at them.
"It's all over... it's all over..." an old man who was once a master potter sighed, "I am old and can no longer make exquisite pottery. And there is no one in our town who has the ability to do this.
He is a businessman... even if he makes pottery now, he may not be able to sell it..."
"Yeah... I can only look at these pottery statues and slowly remember..."
"But, it's great! Seeing these, it's like seeing the original town!"
"Yes! Seeing this, I feel that my life has not been in vain!"
While people were talking about it, Wu Jie and Tao Tu had already left the town with sword lights.
"Elder brother, thank you!"
"There's nothing to thank you for, it's just a memorial hall."
"It's more than just a memorial hall!" Taotu looked back at his hometown that was disappearing in the mist, and said with a smile, "This memorial hall will definitely attract many people to visit, and there will definitely be people who are willing to spend money and effort to restart the pottery business.
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Wu Jie was stunned. He had never thought of this possibility.
"I think... if I come back in ten or eight years, maybe the town will have returned to its original appearance!" Tao Tu smiled happily, "Before that, I will work harder and practice hard to a hundred
Refine your realm!"
"Why did you suddenly think of practicing?"
"Because I think that when I see that scene with my own eyes, I may be touched, and maybe I will directly break through the barrier of seeing one's nature... For us, cultivation is the most important thing!"
"Well said! Cultivating to become an immortal and ascending to heaven is our fundamental goal!"
"Hey! Senior brother, your goals are too ambitious. I can't keep up with you!"
The winter mist was pushed away like waves by the sword light, and the two of them chatted and laughed, flying towards the fairy mountain.
Hometown is just hometown, and their future direction is not the officialdom, martial arts or business world, but the road to immortality!
