The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 103: We are all at the bottom of the well

　　 The short and thin old man squinted his eyes and looked at the lame boy who was still climbing to the top of the mountain in the distance. He didn't seem to care about being touched or pityed by the young man.

　　 Like his realm, such an old demon, the city does not know how deep it is, how can it be easily disturbed by foreign objects.

　　 He can't kill the young man around him because the young man's soul is connected to something, and that thing can prevent him from being discovered by Qingshan Sword Array.

　　Of course, these words are all made by young people, and they are most likely to be lies.

　　 But he can’t tell the truth and he doesn’t dare to gamble because it’s life and death.

　　 The young man turned and looked at the boy in the distant mountains, and suddenly asked a question.

　　 "Is death so terrible? You can see that he may fall off the cliff at any time, falling to pieces, but he still keeps going up."

　　 "That's because he was too young to think about life and death seriously and calmly."

　　 the old man said: "If he can really become the master of Xuanyin, and dominate the magic way in hundreds of years, do you think he still has the courage now?"

　　The young man said: "Cao Yuan faces the test of life and death in the wind and snow every day, and has never given birth to avoidance."

　　"That is a Buddha, not a human. The Buddha is ready to die at any time, but humans crave eternal life, so he is not afraid, I am afraid."

　　 The old man squinted his eyes and said: "Except for the three of us, the old guys hiding in Qingshan and Yunmeng Mountain are also afraid of death, so they don’t lose face."

　　 The young man said: "The longer you live, the more you are afraid of death. I have heard this many times, and it still makes sense."

　　 The old man said: "It should be said that the more you can live, the more afraid of death, so if the real person Jingyang is still alive, then he is the most afraid of death in the world."

　　 The young man was silent, his eyes fell on the thin cloud connecting the sky and the earth, and his expression was a bit lonely.

　　The old man looked at his profile and frowned and said, "What I don't understand is that you can live well, but why do you seem to be not afraid of the end?"

　　 "Because... it's boring to live at the bottom of the well. What's the point of living like Yuangui for tens of thousands of years?"

　　 The young man said: "Xiaobai was very interesting back then. Now I am an old-fashioned king on Bihu Peak. I don’t want to be like him."

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　　 The rain in Chaoge City in the late spring season has gradually disappeared.

　　 Whether it's the eaves of Taichang Temple or the rain corridor of Zhao's house, reflecting the blazing sunlight, it makes people want to sleep warmly.

　　 Zhao Layue's face is pale, but her eyes are very clear, black and white, and very focused.

　　 Jing Jiu made it very clear that this would be the last time he talked about this issue.

　　"Coexistence or raising sheep are the ideas of monks. Mortals cannot practice, and they are not less intelligent than us. Of course they will have their own ideas. For example, Baoshuju or officials in the court will take the initiative to participate in this world. , In order to seek money or power and enjoy a better life in a short life."

　　 Jing Jiu said: "Because of his talent and other reasons, Shi Fengchen could not go too far on the road, and maybe because of some things he experienced in his childhood, he was very hostile to the practitioners. It can be said that he was full of suspicion and hatred. , This can just represent the attitude of some other mortals."

　　 Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said: "There are many people holding this attitude?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "For countless tens of thousands of years, practitioners have never stopped bullying and oppression of mortals. The Jing Dynasty should be regarded as the best era, but it still cannot solve this problem. Of course, mortals are powerless to resist, as long as Being able to survive, on the surface they naturally dare not show disrespect to the practitioners, nor show their hostility, but the anger is not non-existent, but hidden in the deepest soul of each of them. Once the practitioner loses his own Power, these angers will surely erupt and become a torrent of unimaginable power, destroying everything you are accustomed to."

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　　 On the ocean outside Haizhou City, the hurricane has just passed.

　　A huge shadow passed over the sea, bringing up another storm. The fishermen knew it was a flying whale without looking up.

　　 A ship was unable to withstand the tremendous force of the heavens and the earth, and it capsized tragically. Although a fishing boat came to rescue from a distance, two sea maidens were still killed.

　　The corpse of the sea girl was wrapped in a cloth, and slowly sank to the surface of the sea, and the singing of the shark was faintly heard among the waves in the distance.

　　 Everyone knows that the bodies of these two sea girls cannot sink to the bottom of the sea. They will be torn apart and eaten by the ferocious creatures in the sea, but the expressions of the fishermen are very numb, because such things will always happen after a period of time. It happened once, they had long been used to it.

　　 Everyone knows that fishing for vitality beads makes the most money, but not many fishermen are willing to do it because it is too dangerous.

　　 But the number of vitality beads collected by the Xihaijian faction on behalf of the court is there every year, and someone has to do it.

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　　 There is a casino hidden in the Zhuangzi outside Chaoge City.

　　 Early in the morning, a middle-aged man walked out of the casino grinningly, sweating all over, and he didn't know how many days and nights he spent in the casino.

　　 Looking at his expression and bloodshot eyes, he should have lost all his money.

　　 He walked to a tree and unbuckled his belt and began to pee.

　　In the dim morning light, a sword light flashed suddenly, disappearing instantly.

　　The middle-aged man shuddered when he saw this scene.

　　His expression is a little confused. When he was a child, he had seen the sword light in the sky with great luck. As a child, he had infinite envy and admiration in his heart. He secretly determined that he must work hard to become the legendary fairy master.

　　 Now, he doesn't think so anymore.

　　He spit out a thick sputum into the ground, and cursed at the sky: "You can't be killed! You can't be killed!"

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　　The clouds and mists of the green hills poured into the town, accompanied by peach blossoms in full bloom everywhere, the scenery is picturesque.

　　A haggard young man knelt down on the street, kowtow to the looming peaks in the clouds.

　　 Behind him is a dilapidated scooter~IndoMTL.com~An old man is lying in the car.

　　 In the deep spring season, the south is even warmer, but the old man is still pale with two thick beddings, shaking constantly, looking extremely cold.

　　 What’s even more shocking is that the old man’s breathing is so weak that he can’t even look at it.

　　 Some residents said sympathetically: "The fairy masters live in the mountains and can't see you at all. What's the use if you knock your head broken? Hurry up and go to Guocheng Temple."

　　 "Moqiu is too far away, my father can't support it, so..."

　　 The young man's voice trembled and said: "I heard that the immortal master of the Qingshan Sect is the most kind, and often patrols the surroundings. What if they come over today?"

　　 The man sighed and said: "How precious is the immortal family's pill, how can I give it to you casually? What's more, the world is peaceful now, and it's not the time when the real person of Jingyang soared in the past few years. I can see the immortal in the town every few days. I haven’t seen Jianguang for half a year since the teacher went on tour, so please stop this idea."

　　The young man looked at the mountain peaks in the clouds with a sorrowful smile on his face. With the help of the resident, he got up with difficulty and dragged the cart to the outside of the town.

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　　 (Today is Yi Tianxing’s birthday, and there is no Maitreya in the south. They are all fine.)

　　

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