Chapter 1 A hundred years later, a lucky star descends from the sky
In a remote wilderness with few human traces, three peaks suddenly rose from the ground, approaching the clouds. On each peak stood an expert.
High-level officials from Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism attended the meeting to discuss the past and present and the future.
The Confucian disciple had a dark face and was full of displeasure. Just now he was teased by a stranger and escaped. It was really a shame and a great humiliation.
But looking at the talented person, his clothes are weird and contain the characteristics of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. If he can display his skills in front of the three masters, his performance is not low.
Of course, there is also a saying that the two Buddhas did nothing and just sat on the mountain and watched the fight.
Pin Qinglei has a majestic appearance, free from vulgarity, and has a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He has a vague feeling of being a talented person. He has a vague feeling of familiarity. Fellow practitioners of the three religions can be extraordinary. There are very few in today's martial arts.
Ziqian snorted coldly and said: "Brother Taoism, fellow Buddhists, our three religions share the same spirit and we should advance and retreat together."
Tao, Buddha said at the same time: "Yes."
Venerable Ajia said again: "I don't know about the sealing of the demonic veins. What do you think about it, friends of Confucianism?"
"A few days ago, my senior brother Shen Ruzichuan also told Wu Xiang, how to act specifically? How to divide it? The three of us still need to discuss it in detail."
Pin Qingxian said: "Of course."
The three of them discussed it in detail and laid the foundation. Zi Qian continued: "Three years later, I will set up the records of Jiazi Fengyun in Zhoushan Mountain and ask the Taoist Buddha to help me."
Venerable Ajia pondered, the matter of sealing the demonic veins has not yet been completely settled, and the Confucian sect is taking advantage of the crisis. That’s all. I won’t argue with you. I will wait and see what happens. The various schools of thought are not simple.
Senior. He said: "Yes."
Pin Qingxian smiled and said: "Yes."
"We are in charge of the three religions and have a heavy responsibility. I often wake up at night and think deeply about the development strategy of Confucianism. I don't know what you two think?"
Pin Qingxian said: "My way is to do nothing. In the peaceful and prosperous times, I should sit in the mountains and high ridges to cultivate and realize the Tao."
Venerable Ajia said: "In order to overcome fate, I should build temples extensively, help people with fate, and turn my heart to Buddha, and I can become a Buddha myself."
Zi Qian said: "My Tao is in charge of enlightenment, enlightening the wisdom of all people, teaching benevolence to the world, spreading the words of saints, and enlightening the future of all generations."
"Confucian brother is benevolent."
"Confucian friends are benevolent."
Ziqian's face was grim, but he smiled in his heart. In this way, the world is in the hands of the Confucian sect. When it comes to the three religions, our Confucian sect is the only one.
The three of them talked for a while and then left.
Travel after journey, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Cangya travelers travel around the world, looking for things, enlightening themselves, and understanding the geography of heaven.
To the edge of the vast desert sea, in a valley, I finally found the sword.
Cangya Xingke left the valley and walked not far when he saw a man bending down to pick up bones. He said with a smile: "My friend Jin Pan'an, I haven't seen you for several years. We can meet in such a remote place. You and I are destined, Cangya Xingke·
Who is polite about swords?"
Lao Jin turned around and said with joy: "Oh, Lao Jin said, why did you hear the magpies cheering today? The auspicious clouds are coming from the east. It turns out that you are about to meet an honored guest. When did you carry a pair of swords behind you? That sword is so familiar.
I seem to have seen..."
"Shh..."
Before he could say anything else, Cang Yaxingke moved his shoulder, and there was a roll of white gauze wrapping the sword.
"The sword has a great origin, so the sword must have a big origin. What kind of sword is it? I, Lao Jin, have never seen it before."
"I must not speak to others about the Taoist ultimatum, otherwise my life will be in danger."
"Don't worry, Lao Jin, I will definitely keep my mouth shut."
He grabbed Cangya Xingke and said, "Come, come, come with me. I'll bury the bones first, then go to my house and entertain you well."
The two of them walked forward and reached a low valley, which was shrouded in gloom all year round and dark clouds in the sky, making it even more eerie and terrifying. No ordinary person would dare to approach.
It is an excellent burial place.
There is a stone tablet outside the valley, which reads: A place without descendants.
No queen, no queen.
Lao Jin said: "This was established by my wife to ridicule me for doing such a job without a future."
Cangya Xingke said: "As the saying goes, whether things will come in peace or not, the way of heaven has its own destiny, and the time of heaven has not yet arrived."
"I'd like to lend you some good words."
The two of them entered the corpse ground. They saw graves everywhere. They were vast and boundless. At a rough glance, there were more than tens of thousands of them.
"The grass on the grave grows tall and strong, which makes the lady virtuous."
Lao Jin said proudly: "My wife, I have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. How can a husband and wife disagree on such a big matter?"
If no one took care of the land without a body, it would have been overrun with weeds and there would be nowhere to stay.
Apparently, Mrs. Lao Jin often comes to take care of it.
Lao Jin buried the bones, and he and Cang Ya Xingke left the corpseless place, and then walked forward to a small mountain peak.
The peak is less than 100 meters tall, green and lush, with sunshine all year round.
There is a stone tablet standing under the peak, which reads: Later we will reach Tianfeng.
Lao Jin said: "Madam, you are longing for a son and a half. You hope that God will show mercy. It's fate. If there is, there will be one sooner or later. If there is not, there will be no one. Look away. Madam, Madam, here are your distinguished guests.
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The two of them climbed the peak, and there was a courtyard at the top. Three beautiful women greeted each other in front of the door. One of them said: "Old Jin, why didn't you tell me earlier? As a result, I didn't prepare any delicious food, so I had to serve the distinguished guests with coarse tea."
, I hope our distinguished guests will not be offended."
Cang Ya Xingke said hurriedly: "Sister-in-law, thank you for your hard work. Just do whatever you want, just do whatever you want."
It's called coarse tea, but that's polite, but it's actually good wine and good food.
After a banquet and a short rest, Cangya Xingke said: "Old Jin, I have something important to do, so I will stay here soon. Please say goodbye."
Lao Jin said: "I see that you are quite capable, and you must have a lot to do. When you get tired, just come over and sit down. Always have tea ready."
Lao Jin and the three ladies sent him to the door.
A traveler in the sky looks up to the sky, and in the distance, there is a star hidden in the sky, shining slightly.
He pondered for a long time and said with a smile: "I observe the movement of heaven. A hundred years later, a lucky star will descend from the sky and be born as your son. This son will be the blessing of heaven and earth, the blessing of the common people, and the peace of the master for thousands of years."
Lao Jin was overjoyed and asked doubtfully: "Really? You didn't lie to me."
"You and your sister-in-law are both blessed people. You have deep blessings, so you are naturally blessed. A hundred years later, the Yin and Yang will be born in the place where there will be no descendants. It is the place where the perfect lucky star is born."
"One more hundred years? In a hundred years, I, Old Jin, and my wife will be nearly 150 years old and will have died of old age long ago."
Cangya Xingke pondered for a long time, and then said: "Go to bed early, get up early, and exercise every day. I have a breathing method to give you, and you will naturally live a hundred and seventy years. Let's go, let's go!"
He waved his sleeves, drove a piece of breathing method into Jin Pan'an's sea of consciousness, turned around and left.
"That's all, that's all. After all, I can't bear it. I can't bear the blessing of a lucky star from the sky and the death of both my parents. Lao Jin, Lao Jin, I will give you and your wife twenty years of my life, so that your family will be happy for twenty years.
It’s a pity that my century-old mission only has eighty years left. The remaining twenty years will be the darkest moment in the world. The darkness before dawn will be the most long and fatal. It depends on who saves the world!”
He strolled away and chanted:
Where does the lonely cloud go in the sky? The road is endless.
The autumn light is infinitely pleasing to the eye, and the cold sound everywhere is withering green.
Meisha is cut off in the eyes, dots are scattered in the south, and the mist returns to smoke.
I'm walking alone on the road ahead, and I'm looking for a way to stop talking about my past acquaintance.
Looking back, we should ask how we came. Travelers don’t waste time?
The fields are full of red, fat and green, and you can enjoy the spring scenery.
It's a pity that prosperity can't keep people in, and it's a sword fight.
Now that we are saying goodbye, who will be left empty-handed?