Zhuyu knows that the altar is related to the lotus. This is his judgment. This article was first published by..
But there is still a question. When Zhuyu first took control of the altar, no strange runes appeared in the sea of consciousness.
And this time, why did a strange rune appear?
There were too many doubts, and with Zhu Yu's knowledge, he simply couldn't figure out the whole story.
He couldn't understand it, he simply didn't want to, so he walked up the stream, hoping to reach the end and meet the fairy again.
And at this moment, he suddenly heard someone speaking.
"Okay...Brother Yang, they will never find you or me again!"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
A violent coughing sound reached Zhuyu's ears.
Zhu Yu was shocked and immediately realized that the person speaking was Mo Chongshan.
"Hey!" A faint sneer sounded, and Yang Xiusong's voice sounded: "Brother Mo Xian, I didn't expect that you and I have been obsessed with exploring the truth through music for half our lives, but in the end we were unable to find the great road in our hearts, and we are going to die here today."
"Haha!" Wei Chongshan laughed and said: "Eight hundred years ago, you came into Qi Ding to spy on us, and you and I had a battle. It was because of that battle that we were able to get a glimpse of Qi Ding's secret.
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And you and I know each other in this mysterious altar.
Fast forward eight hundred years, eight hundred years ago you and I were going through the Four Nine Heavenly Tribulations for the first time, and now...hehe, I might as well not mention it."
"Yes, so what if we survive all the catastrophes and achieve the realm of immortals on land? Where is the immortal lotus when it comes to seeking enlightenment? There is no way to immortality in the vast expanse of China. All kinds of methods will not lead to the great path in the end.
It's a pity that the path that you and I have been pursuing through sound is about to be interrupted..." Yang Xiusong sighed, his words extremely desolate.
Wei Chongshan was silent for a long time. For a long time, Zhu Yu suddenly felt his body tighten and couldn't move.
He knew in his heart that his hiding place had been discovered.
He quickly said: "Uncle Mo!"
The next moment, the pressure was relieved. Zhu Yu's busy figure flashed and he ran out.
What he saw in his eyes was Mo Chongshan and Yang Xiusong sitting side by side on a boulder. Their chests were shattered, and a shockingly large hole pierced through their chests.
Their robes were all stained with blood, their breathing was heavy, and their whole bodies were shaking. If they had not entered the realm of heavenly masters and had the power to communicate with heaven and earth, they would have perished long ago.
"Are you... Zhuyu's nephew?" Mo Chongshan said in surprise.
Zhu Yu bowed down respectfully and said: "Uncle Mo, I was chased by Tian Xuguang in the palace. I couldn't fight hard and ran away. I didn't expect to end up here accidentally. Uncle Mo... what are you..."
Zhu Yu said these words in an extremely heavy tone, and felt very sad in his heart.
Zhu Yu liked Mo Chongshan and Yang Xiusong very much, especially Yang Xiusong who saved his life from Tian Xuguang.
However, Zhu Yu cannot escape the blame for this disaster that happened to the two of them.
If he hadn't focused all his attention on Yin Tianfeng at that time, the two of them would definitely not be like this.
Ever since Zhuyu entered the Chinese world, he has had few friends and even fewer people he truly respects in his heart.
Most of these people he respected were dead, and now that Mo Chongshan and Yang Xiusong were about to die, Zhu Yu felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Haha!" Yang Xiusong smiled softly and said: "My child, you don't have to be sad. If we monks don't achieve greatness, they will inevitably fall. There is nothing to regret. In today's China, there is no way to seek immortality, and no one can escape.
The day that fell.
Even if we are the Mountain Master of Wuwaijiangshan, the leader of the Five Nations Alliance Qin Xianhuang, as well as the top beings of Hunyuan Sect and Xianlu Sect, they will inevitably follow in our footsteps. How happy is life, and why is death so painful?"
Zhu Yu lowered his head and said nothing, his heart was in chaos and endless confusion.
Mo Chongshan smiled and said: "Senior nephew Zhuyu, since you can enter this altar, it means that we are destined. I think you have superb qualifications. Although you are not a disciple of the Chu royal family, your strength is not weaker than that of the royal family disciples. You must be capable."
Special luck and good fortune.
But do you know what is the most serious thing among monks like us?"
Zhu Yu slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Chongshan. After a long moment, he shook his head.
Mo Chongshan nodded and said: "The most important thing among our monks is the Taoist Heart!"
"Tao heart?" Zhu Yu nodded and said, "Uncle Master is right, I will definitely keep it in my heart."
"Haha!" Mo Chongshan shook his head repeatedly and said, "Senior nephew Zhuyu, let me ask you, what is your Taoist heart?"
Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, speechless, what is his Taoist heart?
Is it determination? Is it persistence? Is it bold and never admit defeat?
It seems not, but it seems so.
He started from Nanhai and Nanhai perished. His biggest goal at that time was to avenge the monks in Nanhai and deal with Ximen Shuang.
Later, Ximen Shuang died, and he had no intention of joining the Hongchen Sect. In the 28th year of Xi Chu, what did he want?
Now that he has left Western Chu and has become a disciple of the Chu Palace, what does he want?
Everything is illusory. In the illusory world, I am drifting like a duckweed, confused and confused. There seems to be a goal in my heart at all times, but whenever I calm down and carefully review my past and look forward to my future,
, but felt extremely empty and confused.
I don’t know where my direction is, what the meaning of what I’m experiencing is, what I insist on, what I’m obsessed with?
Zhu Yu was originally a smart man. He experienced life and death several times. During the time of life and death, his heart was filled with emptiness and confusion.
He secretly thought in his heart that there was a great road somewhere, and if he could find the great road, he would be immortal.
But the road is so far away, what does it look like? It’s too false, too unreal...
Thinking of this, Zhu Yu looked very sad. He kowtowed to Mo Chongshan respectfully and said, "Uncle Mo, I often feel that I am in illusion and confusion. Although I know the Taoist heart, I have never known it."
He is really stupid and stupid, and he is a first-rate idiot."
"Haha!" Mo Chongshan smiled again. This smile affected his injuries and made his body tremble even more.
He let out a long sigh and said: "Master Nephew Zhuyu is indeed a child who can be taught. In fact, you don't have to blame yourself so much. How many people in the Chinese world today know the true meaning of Taoist heart?"
"Brother Yang and I have the word 'true' in their Taoist hearts. In today's world, the so-called orthodoxy of immortality is false, but they are just fighting for power and profit under the guise of orthodoxy in an attempt to dominate the world. The so-called awe-inspiring righteousness is false, but it is just a guise of awe-inspiring righteousness.
Just seeking fame and reputation and stealing resources.
The so-called hypocrisy of being a humble gentleman is nothing more than winning over people's hearts with a gentleman's appearance, accumulating strength, and trying to be courageous.
The so-called reconstruction of the destiny of heaven is false, it is just a way to steal resources and only seek profit.
There are countless living beings in the world, they have long been lost in the sea of suffering of power and profit, fame and desire, their hearts have long been covered with dust, and their souls have long been tarnished. Just imagine, how can they seek the path to immortality?"
"So, our Taoist heart is the word 'true', true temperament, true joy, true happiness, ah... it's a pity, it's a pity..."
Mo Chongshan spoke extremely seriously. When he talked about his Taoist heart, his face showed unspeakable pride, but when he said the word "pity" at the end, it was extremely regretful.
He was not afraid of death, but regretted that for the past eight hundred years, he and Yang Xiusong had been like each other, exploring the method of seeking Tao through sound together, and their lives were joyful and fulfilling every day. Unfortunately, in this situation, life ended abruptly.
, a lifetime of hard work has turned into illusion...
Zhu Yu felt even more guilty and sad.
If he had been more focused at that time, Mo Chongshan definitely would not have ended up like this.
But Zhu Yu thought again, Mo Chongshan's word "true" has put all the Chinese monks on the opposite side of him. The world is fake, he is real, just imagine who can tolerate their existence?
Even if I can save their lives today, they will not be tolerated by the world in the future. After all, it will still be an illusion.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yu felt even sadder.
He felt that what Mo Chongshan said was very reasonable, but where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Even the immortals in the sky do not fight for power and gain, do not seek fame and reputation, are they all aloof from the world?
Mo Chongshan's great achievements allowed them to create such beautiful melody, which is really not inferior to the beauty of fairy music. Moreover, they also evolved miraculous magical powers, which are not inferior to the splendor of fairy arts.
But this true word is just a hermit's ideal country. The stronger the Taoist heart, the more worldly it is intolerable, and ultimately the fate of failure is inevitable...
As soon as he thought of this, big beads of sweat appeared on Zhu Yu's forehead, and the sweat on his back trickled down. He couldn't help but ask again, what is his Taoist heart?
Mo Chongshan and Yang Xiusong had Taoism in their hearts, strengthened their Taoism, achieved supreme immortal music, and gained supernatural powers comparable to those of immortals.
Although these magical powers are extremely gorgeous, they are useless against the enemy. However, if they are allowed to seek the Tao through their sounds, in a few thousand years, they may one day finally become immortals.
What about yourself? What kind of conscience do you have?
I don’t know how much time passed, but time seemed to have stopped. Zhu Yu was in a fierce conflict, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes clear, sometimes confused. Just like this, he was like an old monk in samadhi, kneeling dreamily.
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Around him, the vegetation is rich and the flowers are blooming. Next to him, the stream is gurgling like pearls and jade falling on a plate.
This moment seems to be just a moment, and it seems that countless years have passed.
Mo Chongshan's soft voice sounded, "Have you thought of it?"
Zhu Yu paused slowly, kowtowed three times respectfully, then stood up, his expression gradually calmed, and said: "My Taoist heart should be taken from the word 'nature'!"
"Naturally?" Mo Chongshan and Yang Xiusong were stunned at the same time and were speechless for a long time.
"Yes! The Taoist mind is natural!" Zhu Yu said calmly. At this moment, he felt that his heart had never been at peace, his spirit had never been more relaxed, his mood had never been more comfortable, and his mind had never been more open-minded.
"The Taoist heart is natural!"
These four words seem to sum up everything. Whether it is the past life or this life, whether it is the pain and happiness, separation and happiness, sorrow and joy, it is just "natural"... (To be continued...)