Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 821: Wanjia lights (below)

The lights are bright, as if the eyes are dizzy; the bronze lamp is simple, holding a lantern, and it is like the whole world.

From tiny to small lanterns that may be annihilated by breathing at any time, to the generous brilliance, illuminating the light of the whole beacon, the middle-aged sparrow & baby are aside, looking stunned.

A copper lamp without a wick is extremely warm, as if it carries all the light and hope*, the two are one, and it is just a fire, but it seems to condense all the brilliance in one, making people unbearable. Open your eyes.

one by one burning heart lamp!

This ancient lamp is nothing but the burning heart lamp that Zhang Fan used to get in the underground cultivation world.

The ash-burning heart lamp is originally a top-notch Lingbao first-class. However, the lack of a wick will reduce the ability to attack the enemy. It has not been very valued by Zhang Fan, but it is just a tool for cultivation.

In addition to the fact that there has been no news of igniting the wick of the ember heart lamp for so many years, Zhang Fan will forget this matter.

But it was just in time, just when the scholar hung the lamp and said the original meaning of light and hope, spirit light flashed in his mind, and finally caught a little enlightenment.

Meng and grandma used porridge to change their dreams, and scholars exchanged soup for stories. They all drew extraordinary things from their lives.

Now Zhang Fan is going to do the same.

He wanted to take it, but it was Wanjia

Since the ancestors of mankind, struck the wood fire with lightning, drilled the wood for fire, or set fire to the volcano, no matter what, it will eventually turn into a bonfire that does not stop at night. Enough for tomorrow's hopes. Enough dreams.

Wanjia* is exactly the continuation of this. This is the trust of imprint in the instincts of all beings. In this ignition, it carries infinite hope and light.

"A mountain is separated, there is a difference in sound, there is a difference in customs across the water, even if sleeping together, there are different dreams in the same bed!"

"I want to cover the world, collect tens of thousands*, gather this hope and the fire of light, and condense into a wick.

"When the wick was completed, the Ember Heart Lamp was no longer an Ember Heart Lamp, and it could be called ‘Wanjia. At that time, it was also my Nascent Soul great accomplishment!"

Stretching his hand and stroking the burning heart lamp in his hand, there seems to be another person in Zhang Fan's heart, repeating it constantly, first muttering to himself, and then deafening, and finally, turning into a thunder, shaking the body and blood spirit strength .

Take a deep breath, depress the kind of desire and impulse to immediately cover the world, collect Wanjia*, and he turns to look at the scholar not far away.

I can only see the middle-aged scholar reaching out take action, it seems to want to stroke the burning heart lamp, see if this can burn without a wick, and even the strong wind can’t make the swaying lamp, whether it is real or unreal, struggling After a while, I still didn't dare.

His face was full of awe and ecstasy, and now he doesn’t know how. This young man who looks like an ordinary man is the fairy master he can’t find everywhere.

"Student, let me tell you something!"

Looking back at Wanjia*, Zhang Fan smiled and said such a sentence.

Long for a long time, it was already dawning, and the scholars were still writing books on the lampstand.

Yehan was so heavy, he didn’t know; the camel bell sounded, he didn’t hear; the day was dawning, he didn’t see, and even many people walked in front of him, and he couldn’t share his thoughts.

"True immortal family story! Wish enough!"

I don’t know how long it took. The scholar abandoned his pen to the ground and laughed three times. The kind of satisfaction and relief, just from the unprecedented sound of free pleasure, can know one or two.

What he did not know is that Zhang Fan left behind, not only a immortal family story, but also a breath of energy staying in the body, which can protect its vitality and protect its external evil from invasion, and enjoy the heavens, but Zhang Fan is to him Return.

When the scholars carefully sorted the books, Zhang Fan was already thousands of miles away, and knocked on the portals...

Forty-nine winters, the ice is miles away.

Under the icy cold, the lakes of the past condensed a thick layer of ice, covered with snow, and ran away.

It was already night, and the cold wind was cold, and the light was ignited, and in the whistling cold wind and the snow drifting in the sky, it lightly but calmly radiated light.

When I looked at it recently, it was a young man who waved a chisel and was desperately chiseling on the ice, as if to make a hole in the ice.

The cold wind blew through the bones, but the young man was sweating, soaking his clothes, Hao shook his arms, and kept on.

Beside him, an ice lamp, dim and bright, is the unending lamp in the night.

Using a bucket to condense ice, cut holes, and put in a lamp, it is an ice lamp. In this ice and snow, the best lighting tool.

For a long time, for a long time, the moon suddenly became soft, and the boy suddenly became soft, lying on the ice, and the chisel slipped aside, but the piece 1 was covered by ice and snow.

The teenager apparently exhausted his energy and wriggled, lying on the ice where he had been chiseling for half a day, as if to use his body temperature to melt the ice.

"Papapap~"

Just as the teenager’s consciousness gradually blurred, he heard a strange sound, barely opened his eyes and looked, but it was a pair of bare feet, coming on ice and snow, stopping in front of him.

"How can I be barefoot in such a cold day?"

The boy’s consciousness is almost unclear, but he never noticed that there were no dirt or frostbite on his feet in front of him, and he didn’t even have a bit of cold blue. It's a grassy fragrance in the spring.

"Boy, why are you?"

A gentle voice in his ears, the teenager exhausted all his strength, barely supported, and glanced upward.

It was a Tsing Yi man with hair scattered. In the weather here, a person can be buried in this moment, and the snow is ten, but this person is refreshing, and there is no snow on his body.

"Fish, my mother wants to eat fish, will she do it..."

I don’t know why, as if there was magic in the voice, this stubborn teenager actually expressed his thoughts without hesitation.

"Lying ice beg carp!"

A sigh, extremely faint and almost unheard.

Just when the teenager fell back again, the Tsing Yi guest turned over, a copper lamp in his hand, and said softly, "Young man, please borrow a little*?"

"Borrowing fire?"

The teenager turned his head and saw the ice lamp, still shining brightly from Sui Ding, trying to disperse the darkness. It was the darkness of the night and the coldness of ice, the only hope and warmth.

"Okay!"

Drummed with strength, and responded, the teenager only felt the strength of the whole body, as if they all passed with this sound, if they want to sink into the sink, straight down to the bottom of the ice.

Suddenly, all the strength rushed back into the body like a tide, the warm and sun-like light overflowed "bang", the boy jumped up from the ground, and stroked up and down in surprise, spirit light appeared in his heart, looked up To the Qing Yi Ke, he saw the lamp in his hand and swallowed a little lamp into it.

Bright, warm, and hopeful, the lights seemed to disperse all the haze. The teenager only felt that there was endless strength all over his body, and the car consciously looked around on the ground.

"Young man, what are you looking for?" I'm looking for my chisel. "

The teenager replied carelessly, immediately showing disappointment on his face, covering his feet with ice and snow, covering his calf height, let alone a chisel, even a living person, who had already been buried and was very hard to find.

"Why don’t you need a chisel, isn't the ice layer hydroxylated by your body?

The Tsing Yi guest smiled and reached out and pointed down.

"Ah!"

The young man was unbelieving, but he looked around with his fingers, but he could see that he was lying on the ground a moment ago, like the bluestone, which could not be shaken. The ice layer had melted away, exposing the cold lake. Shimmer, reflection*.

"Punt"

A carp came out trivially, hitting the ice, panicked and trying to struggle back into the water, but was hugged tightly by both palms.

"Great, my mother has fish."

The juvenile held the carp and cheered, and looked up again. His eyes were boundless. There were thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting, where there was a little figure.

The teenager returned home and cooked fresh fish. The mother served it, and he recovered from illness. Then she met the immortal, and the family eternal life ranked. The day and night worship was not mentioned.

Cooking smoke curled up and down with the wind, but hundreds of small villages. At this time, the only house in the village that was noisy, not unoccupied, not the owner went out, but was unable to get up.

"Cracking~"

The sound is crisp, the fragrance is tangy, and a simple oil lamp burst a little*.

It was an old woman who was too old to move. She lay on the bed and removed her shrivelled old hand from the *. There was a burst of ginkgo in her hand. The previous crisp sound was the ginkgo quilt. The sound after the fire is cooked.

The old woman shuddered, reluctantly stuffing the ginkgo into her mouth, and chewed patiently, as if she was working! Like something precious, even if the abdomen was agitated to the powerless muffled sound, I still swallowed it.

For a while, she sighed, and Hao Hao stretched out take action, trying to extinguish the oil lamp, so as not to waste the knocking sound of the door.

"Who~ Come in"

The old woman said weakly, like a mosquito, not to mention the person outside the door, just beside the bed, I was afraid of hearing too.

The portal opened and the cold wind blew in, and the old woman shivered and hugged the broken quilt tighter.

Opening his old eyes and looking, he is a Tsing Yi guest.

"Old lady, how many days have you not eaten?"

Qing Yi Ke entering the sect, looked around and said.

After he entered, whether the wind stopped or the warmth melted, it seemed that the strong wind did not dare to invade ●▲ 3~~3 days. .

Although the old woman had never seen anything in the world, she still felt something unusual, and even without hesitation, she said the answer.

"Can have children?"

"Yes, three sons and two daughters.

"Can be near?

"All in the village.

The Tsing Yi guest suddenly sinks, and the old woman suddenly feels a little cold and doesn’t feel the wind. She is particularly surprised, "Old lady, do you want to punish this unfilial child?"

The voice of Tsing Yi Ke looks warm and soft, without showing any murderousness, as if it is really just a small punishment.

"No, no!"

"Wo'er is also difficult." The old woman shook her head again and again: "The old lady just wants to be able to eat one day in three or two days and go out to see the grandchildren."

The chrysanthemum blooms all over the face, and the old woman smiles with satisfaction: "You see, this silver fruit was brought by the grandchildren.

Shen was there for a while, and the Tsing Yi Ke slowly said, "Old lady, please borrow a few*?"

"Guests pick themselves up, a little*, what are you talking about?"

The old woman said it, but she felt weird. After returning to Tsing Yi, she was so powerful that she didn’t feel tired even after saying so long. She wondered whether she was going to see her grandson tomorrow.

Then, the old woman who had never been out of the village in her life suddenly widened her eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.

A little bit*, floating out of her old oil lamp and throwing it into a simple copper lamp that suddenly appeared, and suddenly the light was bright. In this light, she only felt as if she was carrying three or four when she was young A child, the strength of working in the field is back.

"Xianren~"

The old woman just shouted and wanted to fall down and kneel from the bed, but it was a flower in front of her, and she lost the shadow of the Tsing Yi. Only a long voice came from outside the house, ""Lady Xie*, give you a date There is one tree with fruits hanging all seasons, which is inexhaustible, but the old lady can only get it with her own hands. People are in the trees, and people die withered!"

With the sound, there are soaring emerald green brilliance, reflecting half of Tianyu.

The voice of Tsing Yi Ke is also different from the previous one. It spreads throughout the village. Everyone listens to the old woman quickly rushing out of the house, only to see that her plant has been deserted in front of her. The jujube tree surrounded by people stands, and it is covered with red dates, very full, standing under the tree~IndoMTL.com~ It seems to smell fragrant.

Tsing Yi Ke, long gone.

The village, ear 6 on a bed, can be passed into everyone’s ears in a day. "It’s not too much for a moment. Almost all the villagers are concentrated under the jujube tree. I was ejected from afar, hurting my muscles and bones, it was not a month, I was afraid that I could not get out of bed.

So the villagers were in awe, knowing that they were encountering immortals, and quickly bowed to the jujube tree.

The elder woman was over a hundred years old and died without illness. Before her death, her grandchildren walked around the temple's knees and were still full of red light.

Snow mountain, grassland, desert, swamp, sea, deep mountain...

There are few people, there is red noise, there are hardships to survive, there are hardships to survive, and there are people who can live by one by onerone by one. Two little children without guessing...

In the lives of one person after another, the shadow of Tsing Yi appears.

The sentence: "Please borrow a little*" is more like * itself, which represents hope and light. When the legend spreads, all the talents suddenly found that there are stories of Tsing Yi from all over the world. . Each story represents the realization of a hope and a bright result.

The creators of all this, dressed in Tsing Yi, walked the world barefoot, collecting Zhang Fan from Wanjia*, and were moving forward in the sky and the wilderness.

Suddenly, the wilderness, the wind, and the rumbling sound resounded through the world.

"It's time!"

There is a feeling in my heart, a smile appears on Zhang Fan's face, stop, look back!