Beyond the Divine States Chapter 65: : The meaning of monasticism

There is a cave in the peak of the cave.

For hundreds of years, thanks to the efforts of generations of practitioners, this huge mountain that stretches to the sky has been hollowed out abruptly.

In that mountain, there are countless honeycomb-like caves. At the end of those caves are more than ten stairs. The front part of the stairs is made of stone, and the half of the stone steps after turning is dominated by wooden steps. As the stairs moved forward, the line of sight turned to be clear, suddenly open up, and one could see a huge space next to each other.

And those spaces are not gloomy, because every piece of stone bricks and rock masses glows, and the caves of all the dwellings are carved against the mountain peaks, with elegant furnishings and couches. Incense table, burning stove, Bogu rack, etc. are all made for classic shows, and everything is available.

At the very center of the mountain, there is a huge round wood standing upright in the line of sight. The giant wood is made of countless pieces of wood, and there are many huge wooden arms that support everything in this mountain world. .

"This is a dragon-wrapped pillar, from the foot of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. This is the central axis of all the mountain wing buildings, book pavilions, hidden peaks, and many institutions. It is said that the first generation of ancestors led dozens of major practitioners. , It took more than ten years to build, this dragon-wrapped pillar does not burn, and the sword is constantly cutting, even if the purple garden peak, it is difficult to destroy it." Yazhu introduced them to the giant tree that exposed the tip of the iceberg. There was a faint pride in his expression.

Ning Xiaoling praised sincerely: "It's amazing."

She looked at the giant tree called the Dragon Pillar, and felt that it was more like a big tree. The whole mountain was covered with scattered branches and leaves.

"Wrap the Dragon Pillar..." Ning Changjiu's thoughts fell slightly, and he remembered some records in ancient books.

It is said that in the ancient times, Nanxun, Yunguo, Guhuang and other places had some mountain-like giant pillars, where ancient dragons inhabited, and many ancient pillars even had giant dragon scales remaining on them. Those scales were collected It can be cast into precious armors, those armors are extremely rare and are called blue scale armors.

It’s just that, for some reason, since a thousand years ago, ancient true dragons have rarely appeared in the world, and only the descendants of ancient dragons are still active.

Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't it good to live outside the mountain? Why do you have to go so hard to hollow out the entire mountain?"

Many disciples who first came to Yu Jian Tianzong have similar problems in their hearts.

Yazhu thought for a while, then asked, "Xiaoling, what do you think is the meaning of practice?"

Ning Xiaoling pondered for a while, and said, "Build the road and seek longevity?"

Yazhu nodded, then asked: "If you know you can't build the avenue, why don't you want to live forever?"

Ning Xiaoling looked at the huge and complex but exquisite mountain world, thoughtfully: "Then do something you like?"

Yazhu said: "Most practitioners have no chance to see the real great path in their lives. Longevity is the culmination... Life is more than a hundred years old, what about? In these hundred years, naturally you can't suffer all day because of lack of refinement. Mourning, but to do something meaningful, such as changing the world."

"Change the world?" The word caused a small wave in Ning Xiaoling's heart. She suddenly remembered something and asked: "But Lu...Master told me that practitioners should avoid the world. "

Yazhu smiled and said: "This is not a conflict. Every year of the godless month, the ascetics cut the devil on the earth, and many ascetics will go back to shelter a family and a city after a long life. Many people stop the war. In the organization, there are also a large number of ascetics participating."

Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously, suddenly turned her head to look at Ning Changjiu, and asked seriously, "Brother, what do you think is the purpose of practicing?"

Yazhu also looked at him, thinking that this young man seemed to have great ambitions in his heart, but the unchangeable innate conditions meant that he could only glance at the scenery at the entrance of the avenue.

But she was also curious about what this young man would say?

Ning Changjiu had hardly any thoughts, he said calmly: "Practicing is to explain the world."

……

……

"Why don't you pick this room, lean on the east side, you can see the sun right away when it comes out."

"The clouds and fog here are too dense, even if the sun is out, it is not real, it is not good."

"Well, this one, the clouds are thin, and you can even see the lake in the distance."

"This is Shanyin, the light is dim all year round, which is not good."

"Then this one? There is plenty of light and a lot of aura. Brother, are you okay?"

"Well... now it's winter, the north wind is too cold, it is easy to catch cold after sitting for a long time, not good."

"Hey, I'm half a practitioner. How can I catch a cold so easily? Brother, don't you say let me pick it myself? Why is it that you are not satisfied and that you are dissatisfied? Brothers are always deceiving people. !"

"Many fathers in the world tell their daughters, in the future, you can choose what you like, but the truth is coming, it must be the same again."

"Well... Brother, how do I look at you now, it feels like an undercover from the magic sect!"

"I'm just making comments. If the younger sister really wants to choose, I won't stop."

"Senior brothers have so many opinions. They have the ability to move and marry the master. The peak main hall is so beautiful and the vision is broad. It should be able to satisfy the seniors!" Ning Xiaoling retorted.

"..." Ning Changjiu hesitated to speak and then stopped, and finally said: "You pick, brother stopped talking."

In the end, Ning Xiaoling finalized a room facing north, and Ning Changjiu chose the room next to her.

He sat down by the window, adapting to the scenery outside.

Beyond the mountain peak, the snow has slowly drifted up.

He looked at the vast sky and clouds in the north, and there was a sudden in his heart, but he didn't know what it meant.

He thought for a while, but couldn't get any thoughts.

So Ning Changji had been sitting for a long time, the big snow-white sleeves stacked on his knees, the windows were open, and the cool breeze was blowing from south to north, opening his eyebrows, and his long black hair was fluttering in the wind.

At the age of sixteen, he also liked to sit still and look at the scenery beyond the cliff like this.

Now that the scenery has changed, and in the unobservable that is far away from the horizon, my six senior brothers and sisters should still be as usual.

Just missing a little brother who closed the door.

It seems that I have to continue to bother Brother Six.

He couldn't help but laugh when he thought of how the Sixth Senior Brother, who was full of silver hair and silent, was forced to be busy.

He thought for many days, but couldn't figure out why he would go back to twelve years ago, but this sixteen-year-old himself did not meet Master, but eventually changed his name to Ning Changjiu.

In this world, is there really no coincidence to make a book?

But when he thinks that the six senior brothers and sisters are still in the same world with him, they will be able to see each other in the future, so he can't help but feel happy.

He never felt how important it is to gain the Dao ascend, it was just a task that Master arranged for him before the retreat.

The past twenty-four years in Guanzhong, where spring and autumn come, is the past he missed the most.

So when Ning Xiaoling asked him today, he answered like that.

Although he is called Changjiu, what he is asking for at this moment is not Changshijiusheng.

He wants to know the root cause of what happened to him, and he also wants to know how the world is working now, the immortal palace outside the world, the twelve hidden kingdoms, the swallowing spirit floating in the sea of ​​ruins What do they mean behind their birth and formation?

Of course, most importantly, he still wants to know, what exactly does the master want to do?

Twelve years back in time, is that her method...

Clouds and mists are like white curtains dancing in the strong wind, blowing in front of them one by one.

He suddenly took out the dead branch and put it on the case, looking at the smooth surface of the dead branch that had become like black iron at the moment. It originated from his body, but he didn't know what it was. What, he tried to destroy it, but no matter what, he couldn't leave any trace on its surface.

But he knew that this thing must have something to do with the master.

"This is my sword and my coffin?"

He recalled this sentence.

This was the last word he heard in his last life, and that was the word he should have heard twelve years later.

……

The first snow in the winter came and went quickly, and the snow gradually dissipated before the white color on the top of the mountain.

At night, the sky was full of stars, and the wind driven by the spiritual current swept across the mountains with a bit of biting meaning, and made a long and lonely sound in the natural grottoes of the Tianku Peak.

The ground howled.

As if the sky was crying.

Whether it’s the inner disciple in the peak or the outer disciple at the foot of the mountain, many will choose to meditate at this moment and absorb the brilliance of the stars, the sun and the moon, and when the four o'clock changes, the world always carries with it If there is a predestined spirit to see one or two of the mysterious heavenly secrets, it will be infinitely beneficial.

But Ning Changjiu neither raced against the clock to absorb spiritual power to fill the sea of ​​energy, nor did he meditate and enlighten to find the glimmer of heaven. He still sat quietly, motionless.

He lacks a knife, and that knife must have been seen in his previous life. He needs to figure out what it is.

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, dispelling his thoughts.

"Brother?" In the night, Ning Xiaoling squeezed in and yelled softly.

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was slightly surprised, and said: "It was said in the door rules that the disciples of Fengzhong are not allowed to come privately at night. If this is for others to see and tell Lu Jiajia, it's not good." /

"Brother, how many things you said are bad today. It is not good to say so many bad words." Ning Xiaoling lowered her voice, walked silently to his side, and sat down.

"Okay." Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.

In the night, Ning Xiaoling's eyes appeared clearer and brighter.

"Brother, I want to tell you one thing, and I will leave after I say it."