The entire square was silent, and everyone's eyes were on the leader of the Tianji Sect who descended from the sky.
Zong Ci was no exception. He raised his eyes, and there was a look in his eyes that he himself had not noticed. His eyes stayed on the man's closed eyes and the wheelchair beneath him for an unusually long time.
Qian Yuexi's consciousness fell down, vast, ethereal and void.
There is a saying in the mortal world that although a blind person can see nothing, he can also see everything.
Heaven is unkind and treats all things as straw dogs; sages are unkind and treat the people as straw dogs.
In Qian Yuexi's consciousness, everything is the same. But he sees everything more clearly than anyone else. Even though he is not in the secular world, he can accurately perceive the emotional fluctuations of different people.
Among countless gazes that imply reverence, admiration, respect... ...and other different emotions, only this gaze is pure and not mixed with any other emotions.
Perhaps there was some inexplicable destiny in the universe that caused the sight and consciousness to collide unexpectedly.
The young man had a face like a bright moon, eyes like stars, and was dressed in white, sitting upright on a cushion.
There was no one around him, and in front of him was a glass lamp from the Tianji Sect.
Clouds and mists linger, clear springs gush, and the heavy sound of ancient chimes floats in the air. In the distance, thousands of people with different faces appear blurry.
They stared at each other from a distance. Of course, this was a stare that belonged only to Qian Yuexi, who was unaware of it.
I don't know why, but it seems like a glance can last a thousand years.
Before preaching, it was customary to bathe and burn incense to calm the mind. This was not a necessary procedure for Qian Yuexi. Because no matter when, his mood was always calm and stable. This had long been certified by the former Tianji Sect Master. It was still the same today.
But facing this gaze, Qian Yuexi suddenly felt a strong sense of palpitations for no reason.
This palpitation came quickly and strongly, without any reason, and even more violently than any previous time. It was like a bright candle lit in the endless night of a thousand years, burning his heart with pain.
Even if they were not from the Tianji Sect that valued fate, high-level cultivators also attached great importance to this kind of unexplained sign.
His spiritual consciousness was looking deeply at the young man in white. Suddenly, another young man appeared in his sea of consciousness. He was of the same age, with a high-spirited look and had suddenly broken into the depths of the Tianshan Mountains.
That young man also loved white clothes and was proud. He later became a world-famous sword master, but was buried forever in the cold Dragon Bone Abyss, leaving only half a severed finger.
As the leader of the Tianji Sect, Qian Yuexi knew better what that meant.
—That means the soul will be scattered and will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and will never be reborn.
As early as that night a thousand years ago, Qian Yuexi had predicted the death hexagram.
It was a situation that he could not reverse even if he had planned everything, even if he had given up everything and was willing to gamble everything.
Therefore, Qian Yuexi withdrew his spiritual consciousness, clenched his fingertips that were clasped on the wheelchair, and frowned slightly.
It's all delusion.
The dream should have ended long ago.
In a trance, the boy's voice was deep and distant, coming from the other end -
"The auspicious time has arrived."
Tianyi's voice was like a pendulum, pulling the leader of the Tianji Sect, who was rarely distracted, back to the human world.
Qian Yuexi calmed himself down, then tapped his fingers on the armrest with his backhand, and the tapping sound spread throughout the entire dojo.
"Preaching is divided into nine levels. Fellow Taoists, please concentrate and close your eyes to adjust your mind to a state of having nothing on your mind. If your mind is free of things, you will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort in the following sermons."
"If you hear disordered sounds while preaching, remember to close your five senses, focus on the original and start to comprehend. Don't bite off more than you can chew, so do what you can."
Those monks who were originally communicating with their spiritual consciousness and whispering about the Tianji Sect and the unknown young man sitting in the first row suddenly paused, hurriedly lowered their heads and closed their eyes, adjusted their minds, and entered a state of meditation.
Zong Ci also withdrew his gaze and concentrated his mind.
Due to the huge gap in levels, and Qian Yuexi's consciousness was not as malicious as Liu Yuan's, he did not notice the other party's "gaze" on him.
Sitting in this position which was said to be only for those with a predestined relationship with the Tianji Sect, Zong Ci had no idea how many gazes he had received.
This sermon attracted almost everyone in the entire cultivation world, except for the Ghost Realm, which was clearly in a state of disarray. It is conceivable that after the sermon, not to mention the Taiyan Sect, the entire cultivation world will remember this young man in white who has low strength but extraordinary fortune.
With the sound of the chimes, the sermon began.
"What is Tao?"
The leader of Tianji Sect opened his thin lips slightly, and his voice was like broken jade and cold spring water.
Almost at the moment the words fell, everyone was immersed in the power attached to those words and entered a mysterious state.
Everyone thought that the sermons of this great man who was the only one at the peak of the Crossing Tribulation Stage would be obscure and difficult to understand, so they all calmed their minds. However, they did not expect that the beginning was easy to understand, and even those who had not yet entered the cultivation world could understand it.
Of course, this didn't last long. As time went on, the Tao became more and more profound, from the analysis of the state of mind to the Tao itself, becoming more and more profound and difficult to understand.
The great way has many listeners, and there is Bodhi everywhere in the world.
The leader of the Tianji Sect preaches nine levels of Taoism, which exactly correspond to the nine realms of those who practice Taoism.
Refining Qi, building foundation, fusion, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, spirit separation, out-of-body experience, Mahayana, and overcoming tribulation.
If one is a Nascent Soul cultivator, just hearing the distraction is enough. Overstepping the boundaries will only result in more harm than good.
If someone ignores the difference in cultivation and tries to comprehend it, the sound will become a chattering mess of symbols in the minds of those who are not good enough, which is similar to tinnitus and a stinging pain in the sea of consciousness. Some people are unwilling to give up and want to hear more magical powers, but they fall to the ground with convulsions and bleeding from all seven orifices after a while. The boy from the Tianji Sect who was guarding on the other side saw this and immediately waved the whisk in his hand. The protective divine light protected these people and blocked all the sounds.
Once you start preaching, it is difficult to feel the passage of time.
The first few levels did not take too much time, but after entering the fifth level, the sermon time was extended exponentially.
However, these were of no use to Zong Ci. Regardless of his cultivation, his understanding of the Tao was not much worse than Qian Yuexi's.
So when he heard about the Mahayana period, Zong Ci opened his eyes.
Unconsciously, the original skylight gradually dimmed, and the only things that could be seen in the entire square were the light spots emitted by the Enlightenment Lotus and the constantly flying fireflies.
The square was completely silent. The monks with low cultivation in the distance closed their five senses and practiced on the spot. The monks with high strength held their breath and concentrated on their comprehension.
For a moment, the only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of insects in the distant mountains and the deep voice of the man who was preaching.
After opening his eyes, Zong Ci realized that no one had left the huge square. What a coincidence that he was sitting in the middle. If he tiptoed out, it would be embarrassing if he attracted attention with his cultivation level.
So Zong Ci could only continue to sit there, taking out a book from his storage bag, and slowly reading under the night sky in the purple light of the glass lamp beside him. He had put away his shoes long ago, and put one of his jade feet on the futon, reaching into the misty cold spring, stirring it from time to time. His white robe fell down, the corners hanging down into the water and soaking it, his posture was leisurely and casual, as if he was not sitting on the futon in the first row of the sermon, but rather sitting by the pond in his own backyard.
I don't know what happened, but as I was reading, a small pointed shadow suddenly fell on the page.
When Zong Ci looked up, he saw a red-crowned, black-necked crane standing not far from him, using its long beak to gracefully comb its clean, snow-white feathers without a single wrinkle.
The stunning appearance of the Tianji Sect Master before was all brought about by them. Now that Qian Yuexi was going to preach, these immortal cranes were thrown into the cold spring in the square. The spiritual spring water had been screened, and there were no small fish or shrimps in it, so these cranes were bored.
Zong Ci changed his mind and took out a jade box from his storage bag.
Last time, the disciples of the Affairs Hall sent a lot of supplements, and coincidentally, Xuelian was among them.
“Yes.”
He placed the jade box in his hand on the crook of his arm and raised it towards the Changsheng Crane. He pretended to read a book but actually kept an eye on his surroundings with his peripheral vision.
A blatant temptation.
The Changsheng Crane, which was originally noble and cold and looked down on humans, was about to turn its head, but its black bean-like eyes suddenly stopped when it saw other juicy red fruits in the jade box.
Legend has it that the Immortal Crane is raised on the snow-capped mountains all year round and eats only Tianshan Snow Lotus.
In fact, the truth of the matter was that the Tianji Sect only fed them Tianshan Snow Lotus. So when Changshenghe saw other delicious-looking things in the jade box, his heart was... shamefully moved.
It looked up and saw that the human seemed to be still reading a book with his head down, and didn't seem to be paying any attention to this side at all, so it secretly moved its claws and moved over little by little.
The weight on his arm sank slightly, and Zong Ci, who was pretending to read, looked up again. Looking at Changshenghe who was devouring the food in his jade box, there was a hint of smile in his eyes.
On the other hand, most of the top cultivators in the cultivation world are in the Out-of-Body Stage, so when talking about the Mahayana Stage, Qian Yuexi slowed down his pace and spoke in extra detail. After he finished talking about the Mahayana Stage, he paused and stopped talking, considerately leaving a lot of time for everyone to digest.
After stopping, he saw this scene in his spiritual consciousness.
The boy had a book on his knees, his wide sleeves slipped down, revealing his fair wrists, a smile on his lips, and his profile flickered in the purple light. He supported his head with one hand, his long black hair falling on his shoulders, and in the other hand he held a jade box. Several red-crowned cranes were poking their heads out of his arms, and a few well-fed cranes simply sat down beside the futon, looking like a furry snowball from a distance.
Qian Yuexi was a little surprised.
Apart from anything else, Changshenghe is the royal pet of Tianjimen, so he naturally knows how difficult these guys are to serve.
Although they are animals, they are extremely human-like. Even the children of the Tianji Sect are not in the eyes of these noble guys. Only people like Qian Yuexi who are cold and clear and not involved in the worldly world will they reluctantly pay attention to.
Especially... ...seemingly very close to the boy.
"Stop it, stop it, it's really gone, you ate all my ginseng fruit."
The later cranes failed to eat the ginseng fruit and could only swallow the snow lotus languidly. The first crane that came to eat and drink was full, and it flapped its wings happily, sweeping the spring water onto the face of the young man in white.
Zong Ci, who was swept with water: ...
He wiped the spring water off his face, and suddenly through his fingers he saw the leader of the Tianji Sect facing him on the platform.
The latter did not speak, still looking as cool and elegant as an orchid or a jade tree.
Because he was blind, Zong Ci didn't know whether the other party was looking in this direction or not.
But for some reason, Zong Ci felt that Qian Yuexi was looking at him, always looking at him.
—But he was petting other people's cranes and feeding them things they shouldn't be fed.
In a state of nervousness, he subconsciously gave an awkward but polite smile towards the podium.
The young man smiled brilliantly, his star-like eyes curved into the moon, just like the old dream that Qian Yuexi had been immersed in for a thousand years and didn't want to wake up from.
After laughing, Zong Ci finally realized what he had just done, and his mouth corners were extremely stiff.
The leader of the Rentianji Sect didn't necessarily look over here, was he smiling at the air? Too stupid, too stupid, too stupid!!!
But the next second, he saw with horror—
The holy and flawless leader of the Tianji Sect, who never seemed to have any emotional fluctuations, curled the corners of his mouth towards him.