Chapter 2 The Old Man Who Sweeps the Snow in Kunlun
On Kunlun Road, stone steps that are missing one in a hundred extend down. Even if they are covered with snow, they still have a sense of hierarchy. Looking from the bottom up, it looks like ladders to the sky, stacked one on top of another, straight into the depths of the clouds.
The wind and snow were flying, and a tall figure came down the stairs.
His face was expressionless, his long black hair was casually hanging around, and he was dressed in a gold-lined silver robe, which made him look very dazzling in this snow-white world.
"Kunlun is at the top of the mountain, Daxia Imperial Court, see you later!" Xia Mang's eyes were silent, and without looking back, he walked down the mountain along the Kunlun Road, stepping on the snow, one stone step at a time.
Kunlun Road, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, meaning "five-nine", the Nine-Five Supreme Road, this time he will complete it step by step, even if it ends, even if he becomes the king of subjugation, he will still
Hold on to your last strength.
The wind was howling and the snow was flying, but not a single snowflake fell on Xia Mang. It seemed that there was an invisible force field surrounding him, cutting off the void, expelling the snowflakes, and flying away automatically.
Naturally, he cannot do this due to his cultivation level, but the gold-lined silver robe on his body is a treasure, invulnerable to water and fire, and difficult to damage by magical weapons. It has its own mysteries. Once activated, it has many wonderful benefits.
Isolating wind and snow is just one of them.
This was originally a secret treasure of the Great Xia Imperial Court. It had been buried in dust for many years. Before he succeeded to the throne, he dug it out and wears it to this day.
Speaking of which, the only thing he brought out from the Imperial Court of Great Xia was this gold-lined silver robe.
In fact, he originally wanted to take Daxia Longque away with him, but that ancient sword was too evil. Once the remnant spirit of Longque was awakened, it would erupt with extremely terrifying power, shocking the world.
Previously, Xia Mang used blood as a sacrifice to forcibly awaken the remnant spirit of the dragon bird. The "dragon bird" appeared and spread its black wings that covered the sky. The scene seemed to have covered the sun, moon and stars. It really killed countless creatures. Unfortunately, Xia Mang was too weak.
, unable to maintain the resuscitated state of the residual spirit, the residual spirit soon fell silent again and retracted into the Daxia Dragon Bird.
This is a world-famous sword, an extremely dangerous weapon, one of the most precious treasures in the world of "eternal silence". How could those people allow him, a king of a subjugated country, to carry such a murderous weapon with him!
Everyone knows that the remnant spirit of Longque only recognizes the bloodline of the Daxia royal family, and it is useless for them to take away Longque from Daxia, just to restrain Xia Mang.
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Kunlun is three thousand feet long, and Xia Mang faces the wind and snow, walking forward step by step. He doesn't know how long it took, but he is finally reaching the end.
At this moment, there are two people at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
One is an old man sweeping snow, and the other is a kind-hearted old monk. However, for some unknown reason, they are a little far apart. The old monk is still a hundred feet away from Kunlun Mountain.
Obviously, the old monk did not really get close to Kunlun Mountain.
"Six-wheeled Buddha."
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes. There is no true Buddha in this world, but there is a Buddhist heritage. Prajna Temple is the most important one. In the eternal Buddhist world, it can be regarded as a Buddhist temple carrying the tripod.
The Six-wheeled Buddha is a powerful Buddhist. It is said that he had comprehended the principles of Buddhism before Jiazi. He became a "Buddha" under the ancient Bodhi tree and entered the Fuyao state. He is one of the top masters in the world of eternal peace.
A giant Buddha from the Fuyao Realm came in person to welcome him to Prajna Temple!
"It seems that the title of the king of the subjugated country is still of some use." Xia Mang laughed at himself, but his eyes were cold when he looked at the Six-wheeled Buddha.
As he walked down Kunlun Road, he suddenly stopped and looked at the old man sweeping the snow.
The old man's face has ridges and grooves, his eyes are cloudy, and his figure is a bit stooped. He is wearing coarse linen clothes and a worn-out cloak. He is holding a broom with obvious age in his hands and is slowly sweeping away the snow.
He was so focused that even when Xia Mang passed by, he didn't seem to notice and didn't even look up.
An old man sweeping snow in Kunlun.
Xia Mang looked at this scene and felt a little sad in his heart. Earth-shaking changes had taken place on the top of Kunlun Mountains, the imperial power had fallen away, and Xia had died. But this old man plowing snow at the foot of Kunlun Mountains probably knew nothing about it.
In his eyes, there was only the snow on the ground that needed to be swept away.
Suddenly, Xia Mang spoke. He smiled and said, "Old man, can I help you clear the snow?"
The old man who was sweeping the snow stopped, raised his head and looked at Xia Mang. At the same time, he handed out the broom and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to bother you, sir."
"What kind of young master is this? He's just a down-and-out man."
Xia Mang smiled bitterly and shook his head. He took the broom from the old man's hand and started sweeping the snow like the old man did. One after another, he swept away the thick snow covering the ground.
A hundred feet away, the Six-wheeled Buddha saw this scene and couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, clasped his hands and chanted sutras.
The old man sweeping the snow kept looking at Xia Mang's back.
About two hours later, the large snow at the foot of the mountain was finally swept away. Xia Mang straightened up, walked towards the old man sweeping the snow, handed the broom back to him, and asked at the same time: "Old man, have you been staying at the foot of Kunlun Mountain?"
How many years?"
Mortal beings in the world can only live for a hundred years. Xia Mang felt that this old man would probably spend most of his life at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, guarding this corner of the mountain, sweeping snow in Kunlun, and his life would pass by in an ordinary way.
"It's been many years." The old man who cleared the snow said with a smile, with a kind of open-mindedness after seeing all the prosperity and vicissitudes of life.
Xia Mang nodded and chatted with the old man sweeping the snow for a while, then he left and walked towards the Six-wheeled Buddha.
"The old man looks gloomy, but is he depressed or sad?" Saoxue stopped Xia Mang and asked.
Xia Mang was startled, then nodded, but his heart was filled with bitterness. Not only was he sad, he had become the king of a subjugated country. I am afraid that the most miserable person in the world could not be more miserable than this.
"How about you listen to me?" the old man sweeping the snow said with a smile.
"The old man just said it doesn't matter."
Xia Mang nodded. His life had reached an abyss and there was no way out. Hearing a few words from the old man wouldn't change anything, but he couldn't refuse. He thought it was just to accompany the old man clearing the snow in Kunlun to relieve his boredom.
"Young man, who has never been down and out?"
The old man sweeping the snow looked at Xia Mang and said: "Remember, when you reach a dead end and sit and watch the clouds rise, the end of the road may not necessarily be an abyss. The next step may be a bright future..."
Xia Mang's eyes brightened slightly.
"The world is big, the rivers and lakes are far away, and life is very long. Don't worry about temporary gains and losses." The old man sweeping the snow said with a smile.
Xia Mang was stunned. After a while, he came to his senses. His expression became less gloomy and more energetic. He stared at the old man sweeping the snow, bowed and saluted, and solemnly said: "This junior has learned a lesson."
The old man sweeping the snow glanced at the six-wheeled Buddha in the distance and said to Xia Mang: "Go."
Xia Mang nodded, saluted again, then turned around and walked towards the Six-wheeled Buddha.
When the Six-wheeled Buddha saw Xia Mang coming, he didn't say anything. He took Xia Mang and left in a hurry. He left traces in the snow and seemed a little panicked. This was very unusual. You must know that with the cultivation of the Six-wheeled Buddha, Ling
Crossing the sky and walking in the snow without leaving a trace are all easy to do, it's a piece of cake.
Old Man Sweeping Snow didn't care about all this. He looked at Xia Mang's retreating figure, his old eyes gradually became deeper, and said to himself: "You are not the Qing Emperor with unparalleled talents, but you are also the Xia Emperor who is unparalleled in the world.