"What kind of person is Green Leaf Patriarch?"
Walking on the sparsely populated street, the dusk twilight seeped in from all directions. The golden setting sun on the horizon made the sky slightly red. The faint shadows of the mountains were very far away outside the city. Jianchou's steps were slow and leisurely, and even his voice was leisurely.
The person walking beside her was actually Fudao Shanren.
He held the nine-section bamboo in his hand, which was tied with old cloth ropes. It had been used as a walking stick for Hanako. When he walked on the road, the bamboo stick would tap the ground.
His Taoist robe was tattered, but he still had a wine gourd hanging around his waist.
The hair of Fudaoshanren had regained its past messy "style" of overgrown weeds. Hearing Chou's question, he took a bite of the chicken leg in his left hand, tore off a piece of greasy crispy skin, and squinted his eyes in comfort, humming: "That old witch..."
He stretched out his voice, as if he was thinking.
Jianchou couldn't help but turn around to look at him.
Fudaoshanren rolled his eyes and said, "It's delicious, overbearing, unreasonable, and really weird."
"… "
This is not what she wants to hear.
Although he had ascended to Shangxu, and even earned the name "Xian Jianchou" through his horrific killings in the first ten years, Jianchou discovered that even the most serious issues could be misleading in front of Fudaoshanren.
"Master, what I'm asking is—"
"I know, I know, it's about cultivation and being a human being." Fudao Mountain Man waved his hand, not waiting for her to finish her words, "But what I said is all true. This old witch was a tough guy when she was in the lower world. Before the Kunwu people had even spoken, she had already taken over the Yuanshi Realm. Even though those people came earlier, they were still beaten into submission. I guess it's probably because of the River Map. You've seen this thing, and you should know best what realm she has comprehended. Anyway, this old witch didn't cause any murders except for eating and drinking and having a bad temper. She has a free and easy temperament."
The people who can be called "tough" by the Fudaoshan people...
Jianchou's eyelids twitched when he heard this.
But then he fell into deep thought and stopped asking questions. He just walked out of the city with Fudaoshanren.
Strictly speaking, this is Zizaitian's territory.
Looking around, most of the people walking in the city are small cultivators below the Earthly Immortal realm, or even mortals without any cultivation.
The Shangxu Immortal Realm is not entirely populated by immortals.
When immortals combine with immortals, the children born are not necessarily born in heaven overnight. Most of them just have better cultivation talents. Of course, there are also some with poor cultivation talents. These people still need to survive, so Zizaitian, which has the least disputes, becomes the best choice.
Jianchou also came here by chance.
When he first arrived at the Shangxu Immortal Realm, he was hunted down and killed almost every two or three months because of the Ten Death Orders. No matter how hard he tried to persuade them, they would not give up.
As we killed them later, those people became obedient.
When one knows that he has no chance of winning, no one would be stupid enough to come and die.
Therefore, Jianchou finally had some free time.
It was ten years after she came to Shangxu. After traveling for a while, she finally reached Daluotian with the help of the teleportation array. But she did not go in. Instead, she found the bitter comet where ordinary people gathered when she passed by the empty star field. When she scanned it with her spiritual sense, she unexpectedly found her own master who had eaten roast chicken for three days at a street restaurant...
There is no need to elaborate on what happened next.
Over the years, she occasionally went out to learn about the outside world, but most of the time she stayed here, accompanying the Fudaoshan people to eat roast chicken, braised chicken, stewed chicken, grilled chicken, fried chicken...
Well, at least it sounds enjoyable.
As he was thinking, he had already stepped onto the mountain road outside the city.
There was a monk of little accomplishment walking towards the old city with a book box on his back. He was dressed like a scholar, wearing a long gown, and holding a snow-white bell in his hand.
Every time a person takes three steps, the bell will ring.
At the same time, he sang: "Dream seller, dream seller! The Yellow Millet and the Southern Branch, a thousand years pass in the blink of an eye. Whatever you want, it is in the dream. Dream seller, dream seller, the three thousand great dreams newly made by the old man of dreams..."
Jianchou couldn't help but stop and look at him.
The monk dressed as a scholar could not tell the depth of the two people in front of him, but he thought there was no real danger on this bitter comet, so he bowed to them and asked with a smile: "Do you want to buy the big dream newly made by Meng Tianmu?"
"Thank you, but that's not necessary."
Jianchou smiled faintly and shook his head.
Perhaps because the Pangu Wasteland is getting closer, the old man Tianmu Meng, who once entered the wasteland and came out alive, has reappeared in various rumors. There are strange merchants everywhere who sell dreams under his name, and the world in dreams is fantastic and magnificent, which of course also attracts a large number of cultivators.
It’s just that eating dreams is addictive.
The world in dreams is comfortable and happy enough. Who would want to leave the dream like this? All regrets can be made up in dreams, all unresolved knots can be relieved in dreams, and all the loss and pain that cannot be released can also be healed in dreams...
Even monks find it difficult to resist its magic.
In the past few years, when Jianchou went out to gather information, she would always meet all kinds of dream traders, but she never expected that even places like Kuhuixing would have strange merchants.
This situation is somewhat unusual.
Behind these people and their dreams, is there really Meng Tianmu who once entered the wilderness and came out alive
Some people say that Tianmu is a beautiful woman;
Some people say that Tianmu was once a fox spirit in Feixietian;
Some people also say that Tianmu is an old woman who attained enlightenment very early...
But no one has ever seen the real Tianmu.
First, this person appeared too early, and many ancient books that recorded her have been lost. Second, all the saints who knew about her died in the wilderness. Third, according to the only record, all the people who had contact with her described her differently, and even contradicted each other...
In this way, Meng Tianmu became more and more mysterious.
Like everyone else in the outside world, Jianchou is also curious: when the wilderness returns, will the real Meng Tianlao enter the wilderness with everyone again
"Master, have you ever heard of this Meng Tianmu?"
Bidding farewell to the monk who sold dreams, Jianchou followed the footsteps of Fudaoshanren and asked.
After they climbed over half the mountain along the path, they could see a vegetable garden planted with fruits and vegetables at the foot of the mountain behind. At the other end of the vegetable garden there were actually a few thatched huts.
There was an old monk in gray clothes in the field.
He had just carried water from the pond in the valley and walked across half a bed of leeks in the vegetable garden before putting down the old wooden bucket to water the dendrobium planted at the edge of the garden.
When Fudao Shanren came here, he completely relaxed, as if he could find a random place to lie down. He yawned and said, "I haven't heard of it. But, I have tried those dreams that are sold everywhere. The dream-making techniques may be crude, not like those made by a saint, but the realism and exquisiteness of the dream are definitely the work of a master. Even if it's not this damn Dream Goddess, there must be someone with ulterior motives behind it. You should be very careful when you go to the wilderness."
"What about Master?"
Next to the vegetable garden, Jianchou stopped.
The old monk continued to scoop water from the bucket to water the flowers and vegetables without even glancing in their direction.
Seeing sorrow, I just feel it is wonderful.
If she had not seen it with her own eyes and heard the old monk's plain Zen ideas, she would not have believed that the true Buddha of Zizai Tian was actually a country bumpkin in the mundane world.
Fudao Shanren took off the wine flask hanging on his waist, drank a big sip leisurely, and smiled without any care: "When I was in the Yuanshi Realm, I was scheming with others. I was exhausted like a dog. It was boring. He was smart all his life, but he was just a destroyed chess piece in other people's chess game. It's pitiful! I thought it through when I ascended to heaven. Everything is empty. Although I came from Yashan, after this experience, I have some fate with Buddhism. Now in this mortal world, I am safe when there is no wind and rain, and I am also majestic when there is wind and rain. I am happy and free. Xiao Jianchou, go to the wilderness. If you see those old immortals in Yashan, tell them that I am fine."
Since he saw through everything and ascended to heaven in broad daylight, Jianchou had a vague premonition. Later, when he arrived at Shangxu, he heard that Fudaoshan had stayed in Yashan for a few years and then went on a journey.
She thought that he and Hengxu had a real friendship back then.
But after all the twists and turns, it ended up being a self-defeating situation on the Kunwu Sea of Clouds, which is truly regrettable.
Regarding the Great Zhoutian Star Array, which has not been opened in the Great Palace of the Heavens but calculated the Kunwu catastrophe that occurred in a hundred years, it has always been shrouded in mystery.
But Jianchou thought that the answer would be revealed soon.
After listening to Fudao Shanren's words, she was silent for a long time. Under the twilight and the mountain breeze, she felt as if she had returned to the time when she first lived in the mountain village, watching the mountain fog, the wind in the bamboos, and the morning and evening smoke...
In the sky above, the majestic shadow of Pangu Wasteland has become clear.
It's like a mirage that people have seen.
It was just bigger and more shocking. One could vaguely see mountains, flowing rivers, and lush trees. There were roughly some human figures, but they were lying down, as if it was a huge land floating in the starry sky.
"We, the disciples of Yashan, have never been afraid. When a young eagle leaves the nest and hardens its wings in the wind and rain, it is time to fly to the sky."
Fudaoshanren seemed to be able to sense her complexity.
What came to mind at this moment was all the times when he passed by the mountains, brushed aside the new grave after the rain, and rescued her.
Finally, he just laughed and said, "Go ahead."
Suddenly, all kinds of emotions surged in Jianchou's heart. Although he had been with Fudaoshanren here for more than 30 years, he still felt reluctant to leave when it was time to do so.
After all, we are just mortals.
She bowed and said, "I'm leaving, disciple."
The fog in the mountains suddenly became thick, and the last ray of light disappeared in the scattering of the fog. The hermit turned around and looked, and the old monk who was watering the vegetable garden also raised his head and looked.
At the foot of the mountain, Jianchou's figure disappeared like a wave of water.
And in the three heavens of Daluo, Feixie and Zizai, all the cultivators who were ranked high in this world also disappeared on the spot, like a stream of dazzling stars, heading towards the vast and vicissitudes of the desolate land!