The original color of the plain robe could no longer be seen, and the fair skin was completely stained with blood.
The thousand-foot giant Buddha was still sitting cross-legged between heaven and earth. Jianchou was leaning on the lotus platform at the feet of the Buddha, like an insignificant ant between heaven and earth.
She blinked, and a drop of blood stained her thick long eyelashes, then fell down and ran down her cheek like a tear.
Ten steps away is Xie Buchen.
Xie Buchen holding the Human Emperor Sword in his hand.
The voice broke in the throat, and there was no trace of the previous clearness.
"Words come out... and the law follows?"
Xie Buchen was also seriously injured, and it could even be said that he was in great pain. There was a big hole in his chest, and the blood had stopped flowing, but there was still a pool of blood at his feet.
When he heard Jianchou's words "words come true", the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were calm.
"It's just a 'boundary'..."
There is no such thing as "what you say is what you do".
boundary.
That is the field.
The cultivators from the Nineteen Continents practice in a total of nine levels and nine heavens. The eighth level is called "Bounded", which means fully realizing the rules of space and creating a small world of their own, also known as "creation of the world".
Once a cultivator has passed the out-of-body stage, he will enter the stage of spiritual cultivation and begin to comprehend the various rules between heaven, earth and the universe, so he can achieve "teleportation", which is a higher level than flying in the air.
The more you practice, the more rules you will comprehend.
Once the ultimate truth of heaven and earth is truly mastered by a cultivator, he will eventually be able to reach the state of harmony between man and nature, which is called "attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal."
The word "jie" is the symbol of almost all powerful cultivators.
Although Jianchou's cultivation was shallow, she was still clear about the most basic common sense. After hearing Xie Buchen say the word "boundary", she understood everything, but it was difficult to understand -
How can a cultivator at the Jindan level comprehend the rules of space and use the power of "realm"? !
Xie Buchen did not want to explain, but just slowly took a step forward, bringing death one step closer to her.
Before he reached the Golden Elixir stage, he could already fly. Now he can initially use the power of "realm" to control the force of space within a certain area, and even freeze it to check and balance his opponents. It doesn't seem like a big deal.
At least, Xie Buchen didn’t think there was anything shocking about it.
“Tick-tock.”
A drop of blood fell from the tip of the edgeless sword onto the lotus platform.
Xie Buchen continued to walk forward, and said calmly: "In the end, I will kill you to prove my truth."
It's just different from the first time.
He didn't know what had happened to Jianchou, nor did he know how she came back to life. He only knew that she was standing in front of him alive again.
It was like a thought that had been cut off had reappeared.
With such a "thought" in place, there is a crack in the "Tao" that cannot be concealed.
If you can kill the first time, there will be a second time.
It can even be said that the second time was easier.
Xie Buchen could not feel the hesitation or struggle he had felt before, only the calmness and ruthlessness that made him feel compelled to do it.
He knew clearly that he still loved the woman in front of him.
She once made his heart beat fast, and she still makes his heart beat fast today.
But that’s all.
I have love in my heart, but I still want to kill!
Every step is his own choice.
And he doesn't like retreating.
“Pah.”
Another step.
Jianchou's consciousness was even a little blurred.
Xie Buchen used the power of "boundary" to create an effect similar to "words become laws", causing the entire space centered on her to collapse. Naturally, she, who was in the space, could not escape.
It was as if someone had chopped my body into pieces with a giant axe. My hands and legs were no longer my own.
She looked with some difficulty at the figure approaching her, and in a trance she even felt that this blood-stained shadow was coming from the misty rain in the distant mountains on an isolated island on earth.
Holding a green oil-paper umbrella, I opened the hazy rain curtain...
So, the question that had been forgotten for a long time suddenly came to my mind again.
Jianchou suddenly laughed, and then he heard his own obscure voice that didn't sound like his own: "You killed me to prove your truth, but I'm about to die, and I still don't know what truth you proved... Xie Buchen, you asked me to be a clear-headed ghost..."
"… "
Understand ghost.
Xie Buchen took a step forward and paused for a moment.
He was still seven steps away from seeing sorrow, only seven steps.
The waves around have calmed down, and the red lotuses in the sky have shattered.
The wind and rain subsided, and the hidden world became incredibly quiet. He could hear her gasping in pain, and the sound of blood dripping from his body.
He should stand up with his sword, stab it into her chest again, and cut off the root of her inner demons and all the causes of uncertainty.
But...
Just looking at her, he found that he had softened his heart.
Even though, it was such a sarcastic look, such an indifferent look.
He is still trapped by this love and has never really broken free, but she has completely flown away from the border of pain and is no longer trapped in this most mundane emotion.
Preaching…
What is the truth being proved
Xie Buchen seemed to be standing on the ninth floor of the sky, holding the Human Emperor Sword, with a lofty and profound look in his eyes that was difficult to fathom.
He murmured something, as if he was asking himself, or as if he was repeating Jianchoude's question.
After a while, he suddenly laughed and said to her softly, "The Highest and Loneliest, the Way of the Human Emperor."
What he proved was the loneliest path in the world!
At that moment, an extremely complex feeling suddenly gathered together and accumulated on him.
Some are young, some are old;
Some are wise, some are foolish;
Some are beautiful, some are decadent...
Like an old man who has experienced thousands of lives, or a traveler who is still full of hope for tomorrow—
The person standing in front of Jianchou seemed to be Xie Buchen, but also seemed not to be Xie Buchen.
It seems like one Xie Buchen, but it also seems like ten Xie Buchens.
complex.
contradiction.
ferocious.
Indifferent.
…
Everything is there, except struggle!
All temperaments may be different, and may have many contradictions, but without exception, they all have that lofty loneliness and that calm and indifferent certainty!
Once you make a choice, never regret it and never hesitate again!
Split the soul and become ruthless.
In the past, he could pierce his wife's chest with a sword, but today, he is only calmer, even crueler!
Although he loves her, he cannot defeat the great Dao of the world...
Xie Buchen took another step and got a little closer to Jianchou.
He seemed not to notice the horrified look in Jianchou's eyes, nor did he think about whether she had really given up resistance and was ready to be killed.
He just said: "Jianchou, have you ever heard of reincarnation?"
…
Reincarnation
The five fingers were cracked, revealing the white finger bones, which were sticking on the ground.
A piece of red rope and a small silver lock were wrapped around Jianchou's fingers. They were stained with blood and the original casting pattern and shape could no longer be seen.
Hearing Xie Buchen's question, many things suddenly came to Jianchou's mind.
But she didn't understand what the truth Xie Buchen wanted to prove had to do with reincarnation.
"Pigs and sheep sit on the kang, relatives are cooked in the pot..."
Xie Buchen said this calmly, but the smile on his face did not fade. However, deep in his eyes, there was a strange sadness.
All the earth-shaking changes happened within just these two years.
It can even be said that it happened in just that one night, in just the moment when he glanced over.
Memories come flooding back.
The dazed look in Xie Buchen's eyes suddenly became heavier.
In the past, he and Jianchou lived in Gurong Village, hiding their identities.
He no longer mentioned any past related to the Xie Marquis Mansion, and she never asked him about any related plans.
Only during those long, difficult nights, when he stood in front of the window, looking at the endless darkness outside, would she reveal a hint of sadness, sigh silently, push the door open quietly, and leave him alone.
People can deceive others but cannot deceive themselves.
They had actually lived in such peaceful days for a long time, but how could they let go
The Xie Marquis Mansion was defeated when it was said to be defeated, and the property was confiscated when it was said to be confiscated.
The causes and consequences were all vague, and everyone in the government and the public kept it a secret.
Hundreds of lives disappeared without a trace...
The Third Young Master Xie in the past was, after all, a man of noble descent who could tolerate simple food and drink, but how could he turn a blind eye to such a deep hatred
So, that night, he stopped her when she was about to push the door open and gently held her hand.
He said that there were old people from Xie Hou Mansion in the county and government offices who had not been affected and could be used by him.
He wanted to change his name and surname, re-enter the imperial examination, not enter the throne, but just seek a government position, so that she could be an official's wife, which would be better than living a simple life in this village.
At that time, she looked at him, her clear eyes seemed to hide something, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end it just turned into an understanding and considerate smile.
Xie Buchen thought that he felt guilty at that moment.
Because even he couldn't tell whether he was deceiving her or deceiving himself.
In the days that followed, he used his past knowledge to pass the examination for a student and was admitted to the county school.
Every day he got up early, drank the porridge she cooked, followed the road in the village, greeted every simple villager he met, passed the ancient banyan tree with lush branches and leaves, and went to the county school along the mountain road.
Xie Buchen didn't know what to do, nor did he know what to do to save the situation.
He felt that although he seemed to have a plan in mind, he was actually like a headless fly...
But despite all this, he didn't even dare to say a word to her.
She had endured too much...
How could he bear to let her worry about him again
As a result, the doubts became heavier day by day.
He has written thousands of brilliant articles, spoken tens of thousands of pearls, and seen the wind, thunder, lightning, birth, aging, sickness, death, grudges, love and hatred around him...
But those who don’t understand still don’t understand.
Where you come from and where you are going.
Everything was in a state of calm, without a single ripple.
Until the arrival of Zhenren Hengxu, all of this was exposed.
It was a gloomy day. He said goodbye to his classmates at the county school and borrowed an umbrella.
On the way home, it started to rain.
The wind was strong and the rain was slanting. He was afraid that Jianchou's clothes, which he had just washed yesterday, would get wet, so he just lowered the edge of the umbrella. All he could see was the mud in front of him.
The water rushed down from the edge of the umbrella, creating a dirty splash.
In the small county town, almost everyone has returned home, and there is not even a second person walking along the road.
Xie Buchen walked all the way out of the city. His life had experienced ups and downs, but now he felt quite comfortable walking in the wind and rain.
But I didn't expect that soon after I left the city, I walked to a dilapidated temple in the wilderness, and heard a laugh coming from inside. It pierced through the rain, and seemed hearty, yet indifferent, seemingly foolish, yet wise.
The sound of rain all over the world could not weaken the laughter in the slightest.
So he stopped for a moment and lifted the edge of the umbrella upwards.
There are ruins in the wilderness.
A few years ago, this was a Buddhist temple, and it was very popular. Unexpectedly, one day a bolt of lightning struck out of nowhere and directly knocked down the tallest Bodhi tree in the temple.
People rumored that the monks in the temple did not abide by the rules and regulations, which angered the gods.
The incense in this temple gradually became deserted.
As time went by, no one cared about the Buddhist temple and it gradually fell into disrepair, with jackals, foxes and rats taking up residence there.
Now when Xie Buchen looked, he could only see layers of old moss on the fallen temple gate, but there were traces of people trampling on it.
At this moment, the moss was wet with rain and looked quite vibrant.
In such a dilapidated temple, such a laugh was not something unusual. Perhaps it was someone passing by seeking shelter from the rain.
Although Xie Buchen felt that the laughter was a little different from the usual, he had no intention of going in to take a look. He turned around and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the moment he turned around, a sigh was heard in the temple.
"Weird, weird..."
"A daughter eats her mother's flesh, and a son beats the drum made of his father's skin."
"Pigs and sheep sit on the kang, relatives are cooked in the pot..."
"Hua La La..."
It was raining heavily and the rain was pouring down from the edge of the umbrella.
Xie Buchen's fingers holding the umbrella suddenly trembled, and his green robe was slightly wet by the pouring rain.
He turned sideways and looked inside the temple.
Under a dark sky, there was a dilapidated temple in the wilderness. Inside, there were shadows everywhere and nothing could be seen clearly. There was only the sound that was gradually becoming lower and lower.
In the following two years, Xie Buchen also thought about what would have happened if he had not gone in.
But he also knew very well that as long as the person who passed by the temple that day was named "Xie Buchen", such a "if" would never appear.
Just as he walked in and saw the old Taoist's gaze, he knew that he was looking for him. A long time later, when Xie Buchen recalled the scene at that time, he also knew that he would definitely go in, with the same certainty.
The walls of the dilapidated temple had collapsed, and even the tiles on the roof had been picked up by the poor and tyrannical people outside the city and taken back to their own homes.
The whole temple was deserted. The rain fell from the sky, but there was not much dry space left in the dilapidated temple. It was just a drizzle.
The golden body of the Buddha statue in the temple has long since peeled off, and now it looks like a lifeless clay puppet.
In front of the Buddha statue, there was an old Taoist with white hair and beard sitting upright. His eyes and brows were clear and he looked like an ordinary person, but he didn't have any worldly airs at all.
A large iron pot was placed in front of the old Taoist, with several thick pieces of firewood lit and burning at the bottom of the pot.
The pot was half full of water, steaming, with a few slices of white meat floating in it.
The delicious aroma of meat was blown by the wind and drifted into the rain, bringing with it a strange attraction.
It seemed to be venison.
The deep red and bright yellow firelight suddenly added a bit of warmth to this cold and dilapidated temple.
In the quiet temple, the old Taoist sat alone, cooking meat in a big pot.
No matter how you look at it, it seems so inappropriate, even ridiculous...
But at that moment, Xie Buchen really couldn't express his inner feelings.
When he saw the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest also saw him.
With just one glance, Xie Buchen could easily know without even asking: this old Taoist was here specifically waiting for him.
At that time and place, the temple was deserted and the Buddha statues were dilapidated. He didn't know that the old Taoist was the Taoist Master Hengxu.
When he left the isolated island on earth, cut off all worldly thoughts and went to the Nineteen Continents, people knew that he was the True Man Hengxu, but to him, his identity was no longer important.
All worldly things are abandoned, leaving only a heartless soul.
He is already the natural being closest to the Way of Heaven in the entire Nineteen Continents.
Heaven is the ancestor of all things and all things cannot come into being without Heaven.
The sky has yin and yang, and so do humans.
When the Yin energy of heaven and earth rises, the Yin energy of man rises in response; when the Yin energy of man rises, the Yin energy of heaven should also rise in response.
The way is the same.
The emperor is born with the mandate of heaven and is called "Son of Heaven".
Those who practice Taoism and grow in accordance with the Way of Heaven are called "Taozi".
At that time, Master Hengxu glanced at him, pointed at the pot of fragrant white meat and asked him, "Ten generations of human emperors, ten generations of emperors; one life of disloyalty, one life of Taoism. In this life, are you really disloyal?"
He just followed the direction of his finger and looked into the pot.
At that moment, the world turned upside down, and ten reincarnations came upon him, all imposed on him in this life!
He is the most supreme and solitary person in the world, the one chosen by heaven for ten generations, the "Son of Heaven" and the "Son of Tao"!
There are so many causes and effects, so many threads involved. How absurd and yet how true are they
Everything, all gathered in that pot!
What was cooked in the pot was not venison at all, but his blood relatives, his beloved, and his close friends from his previous lives and previous lives!
Pigs and sheep sit on the kang, relatives are cooked in the pot...
Xie Buchen blinked, and slowly came back to his senses from his trance, his heart as calm as a lake: "This heaven and the Tao are merciless, they control the reincarnation of the world, and they also do not allow love..."
He walked slowly towards Jianchou, one step, two steps, three steps.
Getting closer.
The air of desolation and mist all over his body suddenly became thicker during these three steps, and was replaced by the lofty and majestic air of "accepting the mandate of heaven and ruling over all the people"!
The Human Emperor Sword turned into a butcher knife, making his indifferent figure become hideous!
Jianchou just watched as the elegant scholar disappeared, and standing in front of him, there was only a ruthless "Son of Heaven" and a ruthless "Son of Taoism"!
Finally, she couldn't hold back the bloody breath rolling in her throat, and she gritted her teeth and questioned, "Because the world is ruthless, the highest and the most lonely, because your emperor's bed cannot allow others to sleep soundly... So, I deserve to be killed, deserve to die?!"
The three-foot-long green sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and the tip of the sword was soaked with blood.
The wind blowing on him was slightly chilly.
Xie Buchen lowered his eyes slightly, standing in front of her, with only a blank expression, and replied calmly: "Yes."
"Hahaha, a good one, a damn one!"
At that moment, Jianchou couldn't help laughing and burst into laughter, looking crazy.
How can I not laugh
After more than ten years of studying poetry, this is the result!
She was so blind in the past that she entrusted her life to such a crazy man!
She laughed, laughed loudly.
I don’t know whether I should laugh at my own stupidity, laugh at Xie Buchen’s madness, or laugh at this so-called ruthless way of heaven and earth. How absurd!
In the entire hidden world, at the top of Tianhu Lake, for a moment, no other sounds could be heard.
Just her laugh.
Laughing so hard that I almost cried.
Xie Buchen just stood there heartlessly and without feeling, but he had a pair of affectionate eyes. He slowly raised his sword, with the blunt tip of the sword pointing towards Jianchou's brow.
It was a murderous intent that was locked in an instant.
Jianchou's laughter suddenly stopped.
She even laughed until tears filled her eyes.
Just looking at him like this, looking at the Human Emperor Sword pointing at his forehead, there was no fear in Jianchou's eyes, instead, there was only a kind of compassion, sadness, and irony as if looking at a dead person.
There was only a faint curve on the lips.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist. Along the way, aren't you curious about where my strength comes from?"
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in Xie Buchen's mind!
The level of her cultivation that was rumored and the level of her cultivation that he had sensed along the way, the spiritual power of a normal cultivator and the powerful spiritual power she displayed when fighting with others, and -
At this moment, she had clearly used up all her cards, but she still had a fearless smile!
It’s a one-person platform!
That place he never got, that place he missed!
At this moment, all the anomalies that he had ignored added up, causing him to feel a chill from the bottom of his heart!
The hand holding the sword suddenly trembled.
Just like that, the malicious smile on Jianchou's lips turned into an almost crazy pleasure!
Eyes, bright as snow in midwinter, cold as a drawn sword!
Understood
pity-
“Too late!”
At that moment, she clearly had no power to fight back, but she actually raised her hand as fast as lightning, as if grabbing the void in front of her, and so ferociously and violently—
Tear it apart!