The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 5: Return to the world, open the front for the king

After the summer, there was a heavy snowfall in Chaoge City.

The snow lasted for three days.

The temperature dropped sharply and some thin ice formed on the lake.

Jing Jiu went to Zhao Yuan.

During the day, he covered his face with a hat.

At night, he stared at the stars in a daze.

The snow stopped, the clouds disappeared, and the stars all over the sky were suddenly painted with blood. It was not a sign of bad luck, but Zhao Layue had arrived.

The boat sank slightly, and there was a sound of breaking ice, which was the sound she deliberately made.

Jing Jiu turned his head and looked around, and said, "Here?"

Zhao Layue gave a hum, and sat down beside him, holding his hand on her face.

Hundreds of rays of light appeared in the night sky. It was not a shooting star, but a sword light.

The Green Mountain Sect came to Chaoge City, ready to welcome back their Master Jianlu.

Although people have already left and the wind and snow stopped, but the killing and cleanliness needs to be brought back.

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze towards the night sky and asked, "Where is Nan Wang?"

"Stay in Qingshan and sit in town." Zhao Layue put down his hand and said softly: "She seems very sad."

Nan Wang is a younger sister from Taiping Zhenren. Now the two brothers who love her the most are gone, what should she do in the future?

She is already a giant in the Heavenly Transcendent Realm, and no one in the world dares to pick her up, but what should she do?

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Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue left Chaoge City and did not return to Qingshan directly, but went outside Dayuan City.

Walking through the mountain stream full of lotus flowers, crossing the stone path in the mountains, bypassing the stone lying in the grass, and seeing the already very old wooden bridge, I came to Sanqianyuan .

The teacher of Sanqianyuan doesn’t know how many generations he is the old teacher’s successor. He doesn’t know Jing Jiu, but he doesn’t wear a hat. The teacher looks at his face and Zhao Layue’s short black hair and guesses. When they were there, they greeted them respectfully.

There is a stream under the bridge. The place where the house used to be by the stream has now become a forest. There is a grave in the forest. It looks a little lonely, but not alone.

The teacher knew the relationship between Jing Jiu and Anli, and also knew his relationship with Sanqianyuan. Seeing his eyes fell on the grave, he was worried that he would not like it, so he quickly explained: "This is Li Dashanren’s grave, seven years ago..."

Jing Jiu motioned without saying more, and took Zhao Layue to the grave, and said, "This is the Li Gongzi I told you."

The tombstone did not write Li Gongzi's name, only four characters.

——Different routes lead to the same goal.

The first two words refer to the different ways of immortality.

The last two words mean that we will still return to the same road in the end.

Young Master Li will die after taking the medicine.

Even March, who is the strongest in Chaotian Continent, will die.

Zhao Layue suddenly said: "I think the person in the painting in his house... is Lian Sanyue."

Many years ago, the young man Li lost his family. A painting that had been collected for many years was cheated away by a so-called friend and brought back by someone sent by Gu Qing. She saw it at Shenmo Peak.

There is a starry night in the old mountain cliff fog, and there is a girl holding an umbrella in the fog.

The girl's brows and eyes were lined, her expression gentle, but extremely indifferent.

Jing Jiu did not speak, nor did he look for the painting.

The painting is from the ancestors of the Li family. If the girl in the painting is from Lian Sanyue hundreds of years ago, then maybe it can explain why Li Gongzi has always been so affectionate.

Of course, this kind of explanation is not necessarily right, nor is it necessary.

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This is Zhao Layue's first visit to Sanqianyuan.

Walking across the bridge and coming to the nunnery, she saw the round window and the lake view outside, just like everyone else, her mood became much calmer.

Then she moved her gaze down and landed on the couch in the nunnery.

Bai Zao is still asleep on the couch, not knowing when the immortal energy in his body will be fully absorbed.

A hundred years, the silkworm on her body has been crippled a lot, showing her face.

In her sleep, she frowned slightly, and she looked so painful.

"It's good to just fall asleep like this." Zhao Layue said.

Jing Jiu said, "Yes, I'm still alive after all."

Zhao Layue turned around and looked at him and asked: "Where did she go?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's here."

Under the eaves is where the morning light starts.

This is where Lian March left.

Zhao Layue stepped forward to hug him, patted his back lightly, and said: "It's okay, I won't go."

Jing Jiu raised his right hand and patted her on the back.

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Then they went to Baicheng and landed in the courtyard on the edge of the snowy field. They met with He Zhan and Sese. Zhao Layue ate two grilled fish and Jing Jiu glanced at the pear tree. Walking out of the courtyard and walking on the muddy water and remnant snow fields, Zhao Layue suddenly said: "Gu Qing grew up in a big family, and there are some things I can't understand."

He Zhan and Se Se have been together for decades, and Liu Shisui and Ying Xiaohe have been together for more than a hundred years. They have not married or performed any ceremonies. They don’t care what the world thinks, anyway. The world can't see it, so there is no trouble.

Jing Jiu said: "He thinks a lot, so it is easy to get things into trouble."

This is the first time they discussed what happened to Gu Qing. Zhao Layue didn't understand, and said: "Is this kind of thing so interesting?"

Many, many years ago, she asked the same question when they looked at the building from the Zhaixing Building in Shangzhou.

Jing Jiu said: "Like, dislike, like, like all, if you don't like it, you can form a lot of combinations, sometimes it's fun."

Zhao Layue said: "I know how to like it, but the love in the book often makes people lose their minds and make people feel unhappy. I don't understand why."

"The so-called love is the attraction, peace and commitment brought by intimacy between men and women."

Jing Jiu said: "Promises are shackled, ritual and stressful, just like cooking meat, but the flavor is easy to be rich. Of course, breaking promises is also very attractive to humans. In short, it is still the same as previously said. That way, various combinations are self-interesting."

Zhao Layue took a look at him and said, "It seems like you know more."

Jing Jiu said: "This kind of thing is not complicated, you can understand it after thinking about it."

Zhao Layue thought for a while and said, "So, isn't it still boring?"

Jing Jiu said: "Yes."

While they were talking, the two had already walked to a rather simple Buddhist temple.

Zhanzi lived here in Baicheng.

The front door of the monastery was very quiet. Three or two monks walked in and out in silence. Suddenly a famous middle-aged monk stopped and looked at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu also felt that the monk was familiar, and was a little close for no reason.

The middle-aged monk looked at Jing Jiu's face and was taken aback for a moment. He woke up with surprise in his eyes.

Jing Jiu also recognized who the other party was. It was the young monk who had had several connections with him. It was only more than a hundred years later that the other party’s face was full of wind and frost. He recognized it immediately, and the old monk was not nearby.

The middle-aged monk just wanted to talk, and subconsciously covered his mouth, then he thought that the master was dead, and no one wanted to practice a closed mantra by himself, so he couldn't help crying with grief.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word. Jing Jiu just watched the change in his expression, and then guessed what was going on. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

The middle-aged monk cried even more sadly.

For some reason, Jing Jiu has always liked the pair of masters and disciples very much, knowing that the old monk has passed away, watching him cry so sadly, his heart felt unbearable, and he patted it with one palm.

Zhao Layue's eyes widened, and she wondered if you feel that life is suffering, and if you beat him to death, he won't be sad?

With a soft snap, Jing Jiu's palm fell on the middle-aged monk's head.

The middle-aged monk fell directly on the ground and then snored.

"Thank you." Chanzi walked out of the courtyard and glanced at the middle-aged monk, thinking that such things as good fortune are really inaccurate. Who would have thought that this ordinary talented junior could actually get the scene. Yang Zhenren empowered?

Jing Jiu said: "Don't thank me, it has nothing to do with you Guocheng Temple, but I like this kid."

Zhanzi asked: "Why?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because he likes to talk?"

Zhanzi said, "Didn't you think I talked too much?"

Jing Jiu said, "It's the same now."

Zhanzi sighed: "Man."

Zhao Layue said: "Should I say this?"

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In the midsummer, Baicheng has recovered a lot of popularity, and the number of believers is still very small, but the living materials needed by the Shenwei Northern Army and the practitioners of various factions make the city crowded with merchants from the south, and the streets are not visible. Snow, only the extremely ugly mud that was stepped on.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue passed through the city, walking along the diagonally upward stone path~IndoMTL.com~The red cliff and the upper body of the small temple can be faintly seen in the distance.

"Are you really awake seventeen years ago?"

"That was a lie to him."

"But you heard everything Gu Qing said to you."

"Hearing does not mean that I can wake up. To be precise, my soul at that time was in the blue sky mirror."

"...So that's it, I want to come to Qingtianjian also have many stories."

"A hundred years is indeed very long, but there are not many stories. I have been practicing most of the time. It's just that Zhang's kid is disturbing from time to time. It's a bit annoying, just like Gu Qing."

"Master Zhang is not dead yet?"

"Don't say, he is in good health, and he is still thinking about going to sea to find that goldfish monster."

"Speaking of which, the fire carp king really can't bring back to Qingshan?"

"Unless you can take away the fire veins from the bottom of the cold mountain."

"Why is it so troublesome, can you just occupy Lengshan?"

Speaking these gossips or words with deep meaning, the color of the red cliff became clearer and clearer, and the small temple showed its full body.

Crossing the threshold and entering the temple, Jing Jiu stood quietly for a while looking at the chubby, smiling Buddha statue.

The broken place of the Golden Buddha seems to be bleeding. After so many years, the color of the blood stains has faded. The iron knife in front of the Buddha is still full of gaps. I don't know when it will reappear. Edge.

Jing Jiu walked to the end of the iron knife, dropped his right hand on the blade facing the top, and then walked towards the other end.

Sparks grew between his palm and the blade's blade, sputtering all the way.

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