The Path Toward Heaven

(Thank you bookmates for 20171025 ... the unforgettable comments later, the original text of those few sentences is Lu Xun's prose poems, a few sentences in such a warrior, in such a situation, no one heard the battle, peace and peace ... Thank you)

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Jiu Jingjiu could prevent Shi Fengchen's suicide, but he did not.

I was not because it was unnecessary, but because when Shi Fengchen said the last sentence, he saw death in the other's eyes.

He understood Shi Fengchen's anger and hatred towards the monks, although he did not sympathize.

He didn't want to question the painful past in the other person's life.

I have the biggest life and death.

He will respect.

Then let the deceased get the end of death.

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Pu Xiaoyuan is quiet and silent.

The sun removed, and the two lean chickens pecked weakly on the ground.

I do not know when, the courtyard door was pushed open again.

"Master, today is still fried bacon with cabbage moss!"

King Wang Xiaoming came in on a lame leg, put the bacon on the grinder, stretched out his feet and kicked the two lean chickens into the cage to prevent them from pecking bacon.

"Last time you said that the cabbage moss was a bit old, but this time it was extremely tender."

He walked into the room with cabbage moss cheerfully, and wanted Master to take a look first.

A crackling sound.

The Chinese cabbage moss fell on the ground and spread out like a real flower.

His legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Ah ... ah ... Master!"

There was a terrible cry in the squatter room.

His crying is hard to hear.

The wailing sounds are not good.

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Shi Fengchen's funeral was neglected.

At least at the very beginning.

Wang Xiaoming knelt in front of the hall, throwing paper money into the basin, his actions were very mechanical, his expression was numb.

I don't know if it was smoked too hard, or if he cried for too long, his eyes were bloodshot.

Neighbors came and left, leaving him to kneel in the courtyard.

Suddenly there was a shout of reprimand and other movements outside the courtyard, and then the wooden door was pushed away rudely.

I am not here to find troublesome people, but some adults will come to pay their respects, and the notified army rushed over to clear the field.

的 The white 幡 provoked by the tall, ink-drenched words made the atmosphere of the courtyard suddenly different from the previous one.

Wang Xiaoming ignored it, still kneeling in front of the copper basin, burning the paper money ruthlessly.

He failed to remember exactly what official titles and names of the adults appeared later.

Shi Fengchen was deserted before his death. After his death, it was lively. Everyone knew why.

Xiao Wang Ming also knows.

No one saw how Shi Fengchen died. The Qingtian officials made a self-examination to determine that they committed suicide, but who was he forced to die by?

All the spearheads pointed at Qingshan Sect, and more precisely Jingjiu.

The officials of the imperial court who were deeply influenced by the Zhongzhou faction were of course to use this matter to exert pressure on the Qingshan Sect.

So-called sadness, how can there be sadness on the faces of officials?

In Wang Xiaoming's opinion, the only truthfulness is actually Hu Guifei, who indirectly caused Master's death.

Late at night, Hu Guifei sent a large sum 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.

偶尔 Occasionally, the co-workers who worked with him in the Treasury in Qingtian talked about the boy.

He had a worker named 72 who had the best relationship with him. When asked, he said, "He said he would go back to the northwest and say his hometown is over there."

In fact, he also felt strange. He had never heard of Wang Xiaoming and his hometown in the past two years, and he had no idea what the relationship was with the Northwest.

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The back garden of Zhao Zhao House is very quiet.

The trees in the late spring are at the most lush and not boring stage. It is pleasing to watch.

Zhao Zhaoyue's mood was not so.

"Shi Fengchen has an adopted son named Wang Xiaoming, who has the potential to practice. He left Chaoge City today without knowing where he is going."

Kusui Jiu took a look at her, thinking that it meant to cut the grass and root it?

"I said, I'm not a good person, I'm very fierce."

Her face was a little pale, and she was too badly injured that day in Mingcui Valley.

Kusui Jiu said: "Shi Fengchen actually didn't look too wrong, and it was related to my inability to teach people. Your killing heart is indeed a bit heavy."

Zhao Zhaoyue stared at him and asked, "Do you care?"

Kusui Jiu shook his head and said, "You just haven't figured it out yet, so you're angry."

腊 Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "Yes, I don't understand why he must kill me. Is there something I did wrong?"

Jing Jiu said: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the greater the danger, the greater the danger. Your mind is unconstrained, but you are also sympathetic to the world, so in his opinion it is the most dangerous and must be Eliminate it before you are strong enough. "

腊 Zhao Layue still didn't understand, and said, "Is it safe to hide into Yin Fengxiu, ignoring life and death?"

"In a sense, it is certainly safer for mortals to ignore the world's everything."

腊 Zhao Layue was silent. She lived in Chaoge City as a child. She was thinking about spiritual practice every day, but she also read some miscellaneous books.

In those stories, there are talented and beautiful women, heroes and heroes, and **** patriots. Later, they went to the Aoyama sect. The gate regulations also wrote words such as helping the poor, but during the journey of tens of thousands of miles and now, Jingu revealed The attitude that comes out is that the monk should ignore the world, why?

"Ascetics and mortals are originally people of two worlds. Once people can practice, they have little to do with mortals. The poets of the previous dynasty once wrote a sleepwalking cold mountain, and they were deeply loved by mortals. It feels like his white hair is three thousand feet, why? "

Jing Jiu said: "Because the latter writes about life and death, the monks still have a hard time getting rid of them, so they share the same feeling. The former writes about immortals, and you and I are already immortals ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ we can see How can mortals see the scenery that they cannot realize, and how can they be moved by the imagination's imagination? "

腊 Zhao Layue was silent for a long time and said, "But mortals can also pursue."

Kusui Jiu said: "Yes, mortals can not accept their own destiny, and strive to set foot on the Xiuxian Avenue, but not all mortals have such luck."

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There is a mountain temple outside the Song Dynasty Song Dynasty. It is not during the holidays, and there are very few people who come to worship the incense.

After Wang Xiaoming walked to the temple, he climbed to the tree with some difficulty, and confirmed that there were no people around the mountain forest. Then he took out an oily paper bag from the inside of his clothes.

The bag contained some scattered things, which meant a lot to him.

Those things are silver tickets sent by Hu Guifei and a very thin book.

The three words Qing Xuan Gong are written in the seal book, which is the entry method of the San Qing School.

This is the relic left by Shi Fengchen.

翻 He opened the book and began to read it carefully, but after a long time he still couldn't read those words.

Because he always thinks of Master, then the tears blurred his eyes, and he couldn't wipe them clean.

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