The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 101: Wang Xiaoming on the road of cultivation
(Thanks to the book friend 20171025...I can't remember the following comments. The original text of those few sentences is Lu Xun's prose poems. A few sentences in such a soldier, in such a situation, no one hears the war, Taiping Taiping...thank you)
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Jing Jiu should be able to prevent Shi Fengchen's suicide, but he did not.
is not because it is unnecessary, but because when Shi Fengchen said the last sentence, he saw the death will in the eyes of the other party.
He understood Shi Fengchen’s anger and hatred towards the monks, although he did not sympathize.
He didn't want to ask the painful past events in the other's life either.
life and death are the greatest.
He will respect.
Then let those who go to the dead get the end of death.
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The courtyard is quiet.
The sun moved away, and two thin chickens pecking weakly at the shadow on the ground.
At some point, the courtyard door was pushed open again.
"Master, today I'm still sauteing bacon with cabbage moss!"
Wang Xiaoming walked in with a limping leg, put the bacon on the grinding table, and kicked the two thin chickens into the cage with his feet to prevent them from pecking the bacon.
"Last time you said the cabbage moss was a bit old, but this time it was very tender."
He happily carried the cabbage moss into the room, and wanted Master to take a look first.
there is a soft pop.
The cabbage moss fell on the ground and spread out like a real flower.
His legs trembled uncontrollably.
"Ah...ah...Master!"
There was a miserable cry in the room.
His cry is awful.
crying is not good.
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Shi Fengchen's funeral was very deserted.
at least at the beginning.
Wang Xiaoming knelt in front of the hall, throwing paper money into the basin, his movements were very mechanical and his expression was very numb.
I don’t know if it was being smoked too hard, or crying for too long, his eyes were bloodshot.
The neighbors came and left, and he was the only one left kneeling in the small courtyard.
There were shouts and other movements outside the courtyard, and then the wooden door was pushed a little rudely.
is not the troublemaker, but some adults will come to express their condolences, and the government officials who have been notified hurried over to clear the venue.
The white banners that were raised up high, and the ink-drenched inscriptions made the atmosphere of the small courtyard suddenly different from before.
Wang Xiaoming ignored him, still knelt in front of the copper basin, burning the paper money stupidly.
He couldn't remember the official positions and names of the adults who appeared afterwards.
Shi Fengchen's door was deserted before his death, but after his death, it was lively and ruthless. Everyone knew why.
Wang Xiaoming also knows.
No one saw how Shi Fengchen died. The Qingtian Division official self-examined and determined that he committed suicide, but by whom was he forced to die?
All the spearheads were directed at the Qingshan School, or more precisely, at Jing Jiu.
Of course, the court officials who are deeply influenced by the Zhongzhou faction must use this matter to put pressure on the Qingshanzong.
The so-called mourning, how can there be any grief on the faces of officials?
In Wang Xiaoming's view, the only true feeling is the Hu Guifei who indirectly caused the death of Master.
In the middle of the night, Concubine Hu sent someone to send a large amount of real gold and silver.
Wang Xiaoming said thank you.
After Shi Fengchen was buried, Wang Xiaoming left Chaoge City.
No one knows where he went.
The workers who worked with him in the Qingtian Treasury Room occasionally met to talk about the boy.
There is a worker named Seventy-two who has the best relationship with him. When asked, he said: "He said that he would go back to the northwest, saying that his hometown is over there."
In fact, he also found it strange. In the past two years, he had never heard of Wang Xiaoming's hometown, let alone what it had to do with the Northwest.
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The back garden of Zhao's Mansion is very quiet.
The trees in the deep spring are at their most lush and unpleasant stage, and it is delightful to look at them.
Zhao Layue's mood is different.
"Shi Fengchen has an adopted son named Wang Xiaoming, who has the potential to practice, and he left Chaoge City today without where he went."
Jing Jiu glanced at her, thinking this meant to cut the grass and root out?
"I said, I am not a good person, I am fierce."
Her face was a little pale, and the injuries she suffered in Mingcui Valley that day were too serious.
Jing Jiu said: "Shi Fengchen is not too wrong, and it has something to do with my inability to teach people. Your murderous intention is indeed a bit serious."
Zhao Layue stared at him and asked: "Do you care?"
Jing Jiu shook his head and said, "You just haven't figured it out yet, so you are a little angry."
Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "Yes, I don't understand why he must kill me. Did I really do something wrong?"
Jing Jiu said: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the greater the corresponding, and the greater the danger. Your mind is unconstrained, and you have a pity for the people of the world, so it seems to him the most The danger must be eliminated in advance when you are not strong enough now."
Zhao Layue still didn’t understand, and said, “Is it good to hide in the hidden peak and cultivate the ruthless Tao and ignore the life and death of all people?”
Jing Jiu said: "In a sense, a monk who ignores everything in the world is certainly safer for mortals."
Zhao Layue was silent. When she was a child, she lived in Chaoge City. She thought about cultivating Taoism every day, but she also read some miscellaneous books.
In those stories, there are talented men and beautiful ladies, chivalrous heroes, and ardent scholars. Later, they went to the Qingshan Sect, and the door rules also wrote words such as helping the world and helping the poor, but during the journey of tens of thousands of miles and now, The attitude that Jing Jiu showed was that a cultivator should ignore world affairs. Why?
"The monk and the mortal are originally people in two worlds. Once a person can practice, he has nothing to do with the mortal. The poet of the previous dynasty once wrote a sleepwalking in the cold mountain chanting farewell, which is deeply loved by mortals. But I don’t feel much, I prefer his white hair three thousand feet, why?"
Jing Jiu said: "Because the latter writes about life and death, it is still difficult for monks to get rid of it, so I feel the same. The former writes about immortals, you and I are immortals~ IndoMTL.com~ we can see Seeing the scenery that mortals can’t see and the feelings they can’t realize, how can you be moved by the scenery and feelings that mortals imagine?"
Zhao Layue was silent for a long time and said: "But mortals can also pursue it."
Jing Jiu said: "Yes, mortals can not accept their fate and strive to set foot on the road of immortality, but not all mortals have this kind of luck."
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Outside Chaoge City, there is a mountain temple. It is not a festival, and very few people come to worship incense.
After Wang Xiaoming walked to the temple, he climbed up to the tree with some difficulty, confirmed that there were no people around the forest, and took out an oil paper bag from the innermost part of his clothes.
There are some scattered things in the bag, which means a lot to him.
Those things are cash notes sent by Concubine Hu, and a very thin book.
The three words Qingxuangong are written in the book, which is the introductory technique of the Sanqing School.
This is the relic left to him by Shi Fengchen.
He opened the book and began to read it carefully, but after a long time he couldn't read the text.
Because he always thinks of Master easily, his eyes are blurred with tears, and he can't wipe it cleanly.
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