"Is it a human?"
After saying such a gentle word, everyone in the small village changed their expressions.
Especially those majestic men holding deer-peeling knives, the hands holding the knives had blue veins exposed, and their eyes were faintly bloody.
The children hid behind the old man, while the fat woman washing clothes by the river lifted a few stones.
Fang Yuan stood quietly, taking in all their reactions, and raised a trace of mana...
"Then... the guest is a businessman?"
But at this moment, the old man suddenly took a few steps forward, bowed to Fang Yuan, and said with a smile: "When my old man was young, he once fought with a human friend who came from Leizhou to do business. He was very generous and even invited me to drink, but since we said goodbye in Fengliang City, we haven’t seen each other for decades, and we miss him very much!”
As these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room relaxed slightly.
The men holding knives looked at the old man suspiciously.
Fang Yuan was also a little surprised. He knew about the old man's guess. He knew that the Demon Realm was dangerous, but there was a kind of people who often came here, and that was the business houses that interspersed all over the world. These people only pursued profit, and they came as far north as the snowy plains. From the sea in the south to the Demon's Edge in the west, they will go wherever it is advantageous. It is a dangerous place like the Demon Realm. Because there are many valuable crystal mines, they often come here, but this is only limited to In peacetime, during this time, they should have been evacuated.
Now that the old man had guessed, Fang Yuan said: "Yes, I was in seclusion to recuperate, but when I came out, everyone in the company was gone!"
"Alas, the world is unstable..."
After hearing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then guests, sit inside and have a rest!"
Then he lectured the men holding the knives: "If you are still stunned, cook the meat quickly. Everyone who comes is a guest, how can you be negligent?"
The men holding the knives were stunned, then slowly squatted down and continued to skin and cook the meat. One of them smiled sheepishly at Fang Yuan, while the fat women by the river He quietly threw away the stone and continued to squat down to wash clothes, but his speaking voice was much lower. From time to time, he glanced at Fang Yuan quietly, and then spoke in a low voice, with some laughter.
Under the guidance of the old man, Fang Yuan came to sit on a piece of bluestone next to the millstone. The group of little furballs who had just hidden behind the millstone became bolder now, and they all looked at Fang Yuan with their round eyes. , looking curious.
"Haha, guests, please sit down for a moment. The old man will teach these little brats to finish reading this book first!"
The old man poured a cup of wild mountain tea for Fang Yuan in a black porcelain basin, then picked up the book and said with a smile.
"Do you also read Dogen's true interpretation?"
Fang Yuan saw the words on the scroll, nodded and asked softly.
If the book is said to be the most widely circulated in the world, it is of course Daoyuan Zhenjie. I don’t know how many rubbings have been made, but Fang Yuan did not expect that there would be such a book in a remote village in the Demon Realm. Although it was not the original book, it was It is quite strange.
"Haha, my old man doesn't even understand the profound principles in this book, let alone these little ones?"
The old man smiled, pointed at the little fur balls and said, "I'm just teaching these little ones to recognize a few words!"
Fang Yuan nodded and said, "The meaning of the scripture you just interpreted is somewhat different in principle!"
The old man was slightly startled: "What?"
Fang Yuan smiled and said: "The meaning of the sentence 'Therefore, always have no desire, in order to observe its wonderfulness; always have desire, in order to observe its pleasure'" is supposed to mean that only by having no desire can one understand the subtleties, be in it and understand its subtleties. The rules change, not what you say is based on the heart instead of the eyes, right or wrong!"
The old man was dumbfounded when he heard this. He smacked his lips for a long time, then smiled bitterly and bowed his mouth to the end, saying: "I met someone who is really knowledgeable..."
As he spoke, he glanced at the little furballs around him hesitantly and said, "How about you..."
Looking at the ugly and innocent little faces, Fang Yuan nodded, took the book from the old man's hand, opened a page at random, and slowly talked about how to understand this "Tao". There are probably not many people in the world who have a more thorough understanding of "Yuan Zhen Jie" than him. In addition, he is already very knowledgeable. He is more than enough to explain it to these little things, and the little fur ball is fascinated by it.
Even the old man pricked up his ears at this time, as if he didn't want to miss a word.
Seeing this scene, the eyes of the men who were skinning the deer and cooking it began to grow with respect, and their hands moved much softer, as if they were afraid of disturbing them, while the fat women came back from washing their clothes. He also very wisely washed a large smooth bluestone several times under the willow tree not far away, laid out the cups and pots, and then hesitantly brought out the jar of wine.
"I will tell you this much now. The principles in the book cannot be understood in a flash, but must be savored carefully!"
Fang Yuan didn't stop until he reached the top of the willow tree in the moonlight. He had already seen a little fur ball that was distracted by the fragrance next to it.
"Thank you, sir!"
The old man was filled with emotion and hurriedly kicked a few small fur balls with his feet and stood in a row to salute Fang Yuan.
"Let's go eat!"
Fang Yuan touched the head of a little fur ball and nodded.
"Sir, please sit down!"
The old man respectfully invited Fang Yuan to the willow tree and sat down at the most distinguished position. Next to him was a woman with a horse face, who quietly placed the fattest meat from a pottery basin in front of Fang Yuan. , a man who had skinned a deer just now, was holding a jar of wine in his arms. He wanted to pour it but didn't know what to say. In the end, the old man snatched it and poured a full bowl for Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan looked at them and drank a bowl of wine slowly.
Then he picked up the meat in the pottery pot and ate a few pieces, then he took a tea cup and drank slowly.
The wine was too strong, the meat was too rough, and there were still blood streaks on it, but this wild tea was a bit interesting.
There were only dozens of people gathered in this small tree, and they devoured all the meat. I don’t know if it was because of Fang Yuan’s presence, but they were unusually quiet. They just ate with their heads down, and one person spoke. No, even the most hospitable old clan leader would only pour tea and wine for Fang Yuan from time to time, and then say something like "Guests please use your courtesy" with a smile.
After finishing the meal, the old man said: "The mountains are dangerous, so our guests will reluctantly stay here today, right?"
Fang Yuan glanced at him and nodded in agreement.
The old man hurriedly sent the fat woman to clean up the room, and packed up the largest and most decent house in the middle of the village for Fang Yuan. As if he saw that Fang Yuan loved drinking wild tea, he poured a large pot full of it. , placed in the room specifically for him.
Fang Yuan was not polite, so he nodded and thanked them and moved in.
As the night got darker, the surroundings became extremely quiet, so Fang Yuan sat cross-legged on the couch, with the moonlight streaming in from the window.
The white cat is sleeping soundly, purring very rhythmically.
Fang Principle was waiting quietly, half of his face in the darkness, as silent as a stone statue.
"Squeak..."
It was approaching midnight, the quietest time in the world. The room next to it was quietly opened. As if worried that Fang Yuan would hear it, the sound of the door was kept very low, but in such a quiet night, the sound of the door was still very quiet. Very obvious.
Fang Yuan didn't move, just waited quietly.
Immediately afterwards, many doors quietly opened, and the sound of breaking was heard all around.
"Can you finally have a full meal?"
There was a little furball, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, and screamed quietly, but his mouth was quickly covered.
"Be gentle!"
Someone told me.
Then there was the sound of ghostly Chongchong's footsteps, very cautiously.
In this small, quiet village, strong demonic aura began to float in all directions...
Fang Yuan sighed, and a ray of green energy appeared around him, turning into a faint sword light.
He looked at the door of his room, waiting for those people to break in!
…
…
For a long time, there was no movement on the wooden door.
Around Fang Yuan's room, the scattered sounds gradually disappeared.
Around the village, a stronger demonic energy was rising.
Fang Yuan frowned slightly, feeling a little weird, so he gently opened his eyes and looked outside.
With his cultivation level, he could see every bit of the entire village with just one glance, without missing any trace. Then he saw that in the middle of the village, near the millstone, there were the old man and a group of little furballs. Inside, they all gathered in a group, with demonic energy emerging from their bodies. They all stretched their necks, facing the direction of the bright moon, and slowly vomited...
At this time, they all looked a little ferocious, even greedy.
The eyes are blood-colored, and veins that look like earthworms appear on their bodies. Most of them have turned into half-animals, with demonic aura floating around them, showing a strange blood color. Including the little fur ball, they are facing each other. The moonlit scene at night was strange.
But this scene gave Fang Yuan more of a feeling of astonishment.
His expression changed slightly, and after a long time, he sighed quietly.
That sword light was quietly put away.
"Did I think wrongly?"
These monsters go out in the middle of the night, not to sharpen their swords, but to swallow the moonlight when the night is darkest.
Tonight is the fifteenth full moon, when the energy of the moonlight is at its strongest. Before he came to the Demon Realm, he had read in the scriptures that it was recorded that monsters could inhale the energy of the moonlight to practice. For such a remote village, There were no spiritual stones and not much spiritual energy. The people in this small village could not afford the sacred mineral spirits used by the big monsters, so they were always hungry.
Just wait for the full moon to take a few more mouthfuls of moonlight to give yourself a "full" meal.
And they are so cautious, are they afraid that it will affect their rest
This feeling of astonishment made Fang Yuan feel slightly complicated.
There was a little bit of disappointment, but also a hint of indescribable relief, but in the end it was just a sigh.
(End of chapter)