Apart from being a little bigger, these were two doors that seemed somewhat familiar to Jianchou.
It was because she had never seen such a door since she came to Nineteen Continents. It only appeared in a small mountain village with an ancient banyan tree, accompanied by curling smoke, golden sunset, and the dark mountains hidden under layers of mist...
Only, this horrifying sword mark, left on the door, seemed to have also been left on her heart.
Is this door the door of the heart
Is this what Fudaoshanren means by “depend on your heart and luck”
Considering this, her luck is really not good.
His heart trembled slightly, but he didn't know why he could still laugh out loud. After a moment of stiffness, he put aside all the distracting thoughts in his mind, reached out and slowly pushed open the door.
Silently.
Only a faint golden light was emitted from the dragon's tendons, which split into wisps and entered the ten-foot-wide gate.
It was like pushing open the gate of a wealthy family's garden, and the exquisite scenery suddenly appeared before your eyes.
It was a fairly large courtyard with long corridors on both sides and rockery standing in a transparent pool of water. Occasionally, small golden-red fish swam underwater. The big green trees had withered, and only clusters of red plum blossoms were blooming in the depths of the garden.
A thin layer of white snow sprinkled on the ground in the garden, like a layer of silver.
A corner of the high-raised eaves is faintly visible among the red plum trees and the black shadow is particularly eye-catching among the red plums and white snow.
…
Jianchou stood in front of the gate, feeling as if he was standing on an execution platform, and felt that there were sharp blades under his feet.
"It's about to snow, and it's a perfect time to make red plum wine. Would you like to have a drink?"
A voice came from under the eaves.
Although I couldn't see anyone yet, just listening to the sound made me feel cool and comfortable.
This was not anyone that Jianchou had known in the past. This voice did not exist in her memory.
Although she felt somewhat upset when she saw the scene again, a curiosity that was about to be resolved lingered in her mind again.
Who could it be
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Jianchou finally walked forward.
Holding the lawless, impermanent and uncertain dragon vein, he stepped in.
At that moment, the simple wooden door disappeared, the hideous sword marks disappeared, and even the Kunwu behind him disappeared. Jianchou took only one step and walked into another world.
There are nine steps under your feet, one step at a time.
The snow was thin, and Jianchou could compact it with every step he took, leaving behind one footprint after another.
The road in front of the courtyard is quite wide, but once you get closer to Merlin, it becomes quieter.
Jianchou walked to the front of the forest, shielded the plum branch in front of him, and walked sideways. The memories in his mind came one after another. In a trance, there were already laughter and joyful sounds, and the sound of a five-stringed zither floated in the forest, accompanied by the man's clear and elegant chanting...
"When the hero is gone, all the splendor is gone, only the green mountains are like Luozhong..."
“Crash.”
Slender fingers gently pushed aside another tilted plum branch. Bits of swaying snow fell on the deep red plum petals, sticking to Jianchouyue's white robe, quickly staining it a slightly darker color.
She lowered her eyes, walked past silently, and then let go.
When I looked up again, the exquisite stone pavilion was already in front of me.
There is a stone table in the pavilion, on which are placed some coarse pottery wine vessels. The yellow and black patterns outline their plainness and simplicity. On the bamboo tray are placed freshly picked red plum blossoms, which are extremely beautiful and have a faint fragrance.
Next to the table stood a small red clay stove, on which freshly brewed green ant wine was being warmed.
A white hand picked out a red plum blossom, tore off the petals, and threw them into the wine one by one.
The faint scent of red plum soon blended into the mellow aroma of the wine, and instantly turned into an extremely alluring cool fragrance, exuding a chilly and alluring smell in the air.
It's good wine.
Also a beauty.
Jianchou stood in front of the courtyard and could only see the woman sitting sideways to the outside. She was wearing a dark green long skirt with intricate embroidery, mainly vines and green leaves. Just looking at this silhouette, Jianchou had a familiar feeling, as if he was reminded of the Green Leaf Ancestor in the Shahong World.
However, the person in front of him was obviously not that.
"When the cold fragrance almost disappears, you can get up and drink it."
Liang Qinqin's voice had very little fluctuation and a hint of smile.
The graceful figure turned around and waved in front of him: "Please take a seat."
Same scenery, different people, and different moods and experiences.
Jianchou knew that this was the test of this game, so he did not refuse. He just walked forward, brushed off the snowflakes on his body, and sat down opposite the woman in green dress.
She looked up and suddenly found something strange.
No matter how clear the woman's facial features were when she looked at her, once her sight was slightly shifted, everything in her mind would become blurry, and she could no longer imagine what the facial features she had just seen looked like.
Therefore, the appearance of this beauty in the green dress is between reality and illusion.
“The door of right and wrong cause and effect is the door of the mind; the realm of right and wrong cause and effect is the realm of the mind.”
The beauty placed the small coarse pottery bowl in front of Jianchou, with her raised fingers showing a seductive elegance.
She raised her lips in a charming tone, "What you have seen, what you have not seen, and what you will see in this world are all related to what you have thought, experienced, and longed for. And I may also be related to you in the future."
This is amazing.
"That is, this state may be related to my past or my future."
Jianchou smiled slightly, and the look he gave the woman in green dress suddenly became inquiring.
"That's right."
The woman put down the cup, picked up a red plum blossom, ripped off the petals, and threw them into the wine on the stove bit by bit.
"I am not a person who cherishes flowers. I only do things that destroy them. Once you enter this realm, you must undergo my test, otherwise you will never get your phantom body... Well, did you bring the key?"
key
Fudaoshanren said before that the dragon tendon was the key.
Jianchou stretched out his hand and placed the dragon tendon on the stone table, next to the bamboo tray: "This thing?"
The woman in the green dress nodded, and seemed to estimate the length of the dragon tendon, then raised her eyes with interest and saw Chou: "In this realm, my name is Yin and Yang, you can call me the Lord of Yin and Yang."
Tear off the last plum petal and add it to the wine.
The hot wine was emitting steam, which was lingering in the cold wind. Ripples spread out in the wine, and soon the fragrance of the plum petal was absorbed.
The woman who called herself "King of Karma" took a deep sip, showing an intoxicated expression, and sighed: "Have you heard of Mengpo soup?"
"… "
Whether it is an isolated island on earth or the Nineteen Continents, there has been the saying of "the underworld". However, in the legends of mortals, when a person dies, he must pass through the Yellow Springs, pass the Three Lives Stone, and drink the Meng Po Soup. Then he can forget his past and be reincarnated. This is called "reincarnation."
However, the nine-headed bird that carried ghosts to the ghost gate of the Nineteen Continents died, and the monks from the Nineteen Continents could no longer be reincarnated.
I have heard of Meng Po soup that can make you sad.
She couldn't help but turn her eyes and look at the wine on the stove.
At this time, after asking this inexplicable question, the Lord of Karma had already scooped up the wine with a bamboo spoon and slowly poured it into the wine goblet. Then he stood up, gracefully held up the wine goblet and poured wine for Jianchou.
The coarse pottery bowl did not look exquisite at all, and logically speaking, it did not match the Lord of Karma in front of him.
But, there is a kind of simplicity that everything returns to dust.
People come from obscurity, and when they see this insignificance again, they suddenly have a strange feeling.
Waving his hand, Lord Karma smiled again: "I heard that reincarnation still exists in your isolated island on earth. Four hundred and sixty-six years ago, there was a royal master who dreamt of the underworld. After waking up, he described what he saw to the emperor of the time, and also drew a picture of ten thousand ghosts and wrote a book called "Records of the Eight Directions Yama". From then on, what mortals saw and heard in the underworld was even better than that of cultivators. Even the theory of reincarnation in the extreme regions on the 19 continents came from the isolated island on earth."
Is it because monks cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation that it is difficult for them to know the situation below
Jianchou started to think.
Lord Yin and Yang also poured himself a bowl of wine, picked it up and took a sip, his eyes were suddenly filled with a sense of satisfaction, almost intoxicated.
"It's really interesting to think about it..."
"Every mortal wants to achieve immortality, but they don't know that once they set foot on the path of cultivation, they will be rejected by the cycle of reincarnation. Life is worthless, and once you die, it will disappear from the world. The soul is absorbed by the land of the 19 continents and becomes a tiny gas in the world. They want immortality, but they lose it; they are ignorant and have a short lifespan, but they can enter the six realms of reincarnation. Even if they forget their past, they still exist in this vast universe as a unique soul."
Confused for a moment.
Jianchou discovered that what Lord Karma said was something he had never thought of before.
Even among the cultivators in these 19 continents, how many have fully understood this ideal
Is it a gain or a loss to embark on the path of spiritual practice? After drinking a cup of Meng Po soup, you have forgotten all your past. After reincarnation, will you still be the same person
besides…
Thank you, Buchen.
He went in search of immortality, but could he really find it
Jianchou lowered his eyes and looked at the bowl of wine in front of him, which was emitting the almost fading fragrance of plum blossoms. He suddenly asked, "A cultivator's life and soul only have one chance, and cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation. In other words, once you die, you are really dead, and there will never be any chance to come back again?"
"good."
He looked up and down with a clear yet obscure gaze, and saw sorrow.
Karma Daojun saw through all her thoughts at once, and just moved closer to her, speaking in her ear: "When a cultivator dies, his soul will float in the heavens and earth, and will be turned back into chaos by the universe. So, if you want to kill someone, just kill him with one strike, and he will never have a chance to turn over."
Seeing sorrow, his eyelashes trembled slightly.
The red lips moved beside her ear, and every word was clear.
"This wine is called 'Illumination'. Drinking it will allow you to see right and wrong, good and evil, good and evil... It can make you see everything you want to see, don't want to see, dare to face, and dare not face. Drink this wine, see yourself, and I will point out the location of your phantom body... Oh, my Jianchou, do you dare?"
Dare you
Jianchou slowly moved his gaze over, and just happened to meet with the Lord of Karma. He just sneered and said, "I drank this wine, it has nothing to do with you."
"… "
Lord Yin and Yang was suddenly stunned, as if he didn't understand what Jianchou said.
Under her slightly stunned gaze, Jianchou had already picked up the coarse earthenware bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
As the wine entered my mouth, it immediately felt like it was burning.
The sharp fragrance was entangled in every sip of the wine and immediately spread throughout Jianchou's entire body.
"interesting."
Lord Karma couldn't help but sigh, and then he casually pointed at the table. The two-meter-long dragon tendon suddenly leaped up as if it had a spirit, and shot straight into the gray sky, turning into a tiny spot of light and disappearing.
Then, in an instant, the surrounding scenes disappeared completely.
It started snowing.
The original courtyard is gone, the red plum blossoms are gone, and the rockery and small pond are gone...
The gray sky suddenly darkened.
Suddenly, there was a sound of rushing water in my ears, like water hitting rocks, sometimes louder, sometimes softer, and even the ground under my feet began to shake.
When Jianchou looked down, he saw that the stone pavilion had instantly turned into a small boat, sailing on the river at night.
There are countless boats ahead, with lighted lanterns floating on the river, covered with the mist on the river, giving off a worldly sense of tranquility.
But there was no light at all on the ship they were on.
The only thing shining on the boat was the white moon in the sky.
Crash...
The river water passed by the side of the boat, and the ripples cut into the moonlight, rising and falling.
Looking up, I saw several green peaks on the river.
But this night seemed as long as eternity.
A thin figure was leaning over the side of the boat, his bony fingers already reaching into the river water, his long hair lifted by the river breeze, tangling with his clothes, with an expression of reluctance to leave.
His brows were like the green peaks on the river, with sadness hidden in his fatigue, and his pale face showed the haggardness of an illness.
"Time flies by, day and night..."
The shadow of Lord Yin and Yang had disappeared. Jianchou, who was on the boat, stood behind this figure and took a step forward involuntarily.
The sound of subtle footsteps was heard.
He did not look back, but slowly withdrew his hand from the freezing cold river water, as if he knew who was standing behind him without having to guess, with complete trust and security.
"Jianchou, let's get married..."