You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 181 The Road Home

The old monk looked in agony, but couldn't see his face clearly. The rising sun shone on him, through his body, and scattered into the sea tide.

He is not even a remnant soul, but just a thought that exists in this string of Buddhist beads.

Even the top of the Buddhist beads were covered with cracks.

When infusing lightning just now, Zuo Chen paid special attention to the string of Buddhist beads.

Ninety-nine percent of the strength is used on this.

Finally, we forced the person out.

Zuo Chen did not get rid of this thought immediately. It was estimated that all the remaining power of the opponent had been consumed in activating the Sea of ​​Bitterness just now. Now all that was left was a loser's messaging machine.

“Fellow Daoist, you are really merciless.” The old monk lowered his head and glanced at his Buddhist beads: “With such power, even a high-grade celestial being would be beaten to ashes.”

"Isn't this still not enough to break you up completely?"

Hearing Zuo Chen's words, the old monk laughed:

"It's been a while since we last met. You are still as cheerful and cheerful as before."

"Have you seen me?" Zuo Chen frowned slightly.

"Of course I have seen it. The supernatural power that reaches the sky, the infinite magic. It is better to say that the current Daoist fellow is very different from before...

"It seems that the fight did indeed cost you a lot of your cultivation, and even destroyed most of your divine will. The little boy who served you is also missing."

The old monk laughed, but there was no sarcasm in his words. It was as if an old friend was reminiscing about the past.

Zuo Chen couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard the old monk's words.

Collecting memories, traveling through time, practicing in the mountains, going down the mountains, nothing else.

Boy? In the past?

There really is not even a shred of memory left.

"It's a pity that fellow Taoist doesn't remember his past."

Zuo Chen raised his eyebrows: "Then tell me about it?"

"Don't tell me."

"Oh? Why?"

"Even if you have lost your memory and your cultivation, you still have extraordinary abilities. If you were to regain your thoughts, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to play chess anymore."

Zuo Chen rolled his eyes and swung a bolt of lightning directly over.

Half of the old monk's body was broken into pieces.

Zuo Chen's strength was just enough to injure the thought but not break it.

"Why did you suddenly hit me, fellow Taoist?" the old monk was a little puzzled.

"Riddler, you have to fight every one you see."

"what?"

The old monk obviously didn't understand what Zuo Chen meant.

He tried to put his broken thoughts together, but his magic power was not enough, so he gave up, sighed twice, and said: "Daoyou is still as fond of beating people as before."

"Then I think you deserve a beating."

"..." The old monk held it in for a while and changed the subject: "It's a pity that you and I are not on the same path. If we could travel together, we would chat about everything under the sun and discuss Taoism. I don't know how much fun it would be."

Zuo Chen turned his head and looked towards the Qingqiu Mountains. His sight seemed to extend further and further, towards the northern fortress, towards the Shangbaodong Water, towards the dense forest, and towards Xuzhou.

He looked at the old monk again.

Behind the old monk was a calm sea of ​​suffering, rippling with waves and reflecting golden light in the sunlight.

I can’t see the end of the road, and I don’t know how long I have to go.

"I have been traveling with many people along the way. There are many people on the road behind me, and you are no exception."

"Really? I think it's not bad to travel alone."

The old monk's figure became dazed.

"I just got hit hard by my fellow Taoist twice, and this thought is almost gone."

Finally, he looked up at Zuo Chen and said:
"Fellow Daoist, the result is already determined. It is useless to look for the cause. This world is destined to be destroyed. This is the fate of this world. Fate has its destiny. No matter what you are doing now, it is useless."

"Then I want to ask, who decided this fate?" Zuo Chen said, "If it is decided by heaven, I can change it. If it is determined by fate, what's wrong with changing it?"

"What if the future is already determined?"

"What is the future? It is the future when it has not yet arrived. Since it has not yet arrived, how can it be predetermined?"

"It seems that my friend and I are not on the same path after all." The old monk shook his head: "My friend, if you walk on this path, we will definitely meet again in the future. I did lose this time, but I will win back next time."

"Being obsessed with winning or losing is not the way to save the world that you claim to be."

The old monk paused.

He seemed to think for a long time:
"If I don't discuss the win or loss with you, how can I say that I have done nothing wrong?"

The last remaining words floated above the sea of ​​suffering, and the old monk’s figure was about to disappear into thin air.

Zuo Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and made a grab.

The old monk immediately felt a suction force coming from Zuo Chen's palm.

When he came to his senses again, he found that he was already in Zuo Chen's hands.

"Fellow Daoist, it's just a thought." said the old monk.

"Thoughts also have their own effects." Zuo Chen had already grasped the Dao formula and began to refine the thought.

The old monk also sensed what Zuo Chen was going to do. He tried to struggle a little, but couldn't move at all. He finally sighed:

"You're still the same as before, unwilling to leave me any."

"Then it seems that I was quite efficient in doing things before."

In Zuo Chen's palm, the old monk disappeared into thin air, not a trace of him remained.

Zuo Chen suddenly realized something and sensed the location of the old monk's real body.

But his brows furrowed.

It's hard to say.

It seems like being in heaven, but it is not the same heaven as now.

One line becomes three, one is in the distant past, one is in the distant future.

I'm afraid it's difficult to catch.

"They say they blame the gods and Buddhas in heaven for harming the world, but in fact they themselves are in heaven."

Turn around and look back.

Compared to this surging sea of ​​suffering, Zuo Chen still felt that the bustling mortal world was better.

……

When Zuo Chen landed next to Hu Wen, Hu Wen was sitting on a big rock in Qingqiu.

He stared at the mountain, his eyes slightly absent-minded. Zuo Chen was not in a hurry, he found a clean stone beside him and sat on it sideways.

He stayed with Hu Wen for a long time, listening to the sound of the wind and watching the grass and trees swaying around him. He sat there from the rising sunset to the sun at its highest point in the sky, with white clouds illuminating the nearby green mountains and clear waters.

Hu Wen finally came back to his senses.

"Taoist Master."

"What's wrong?"

"Do me a favor?"

"Go ahead."

"I want to erect a monument here... to commemorate it."

"it is good."

Zuo Chen took Hu Wen into the mountain and searched for a while on Qingqiu Mountain before finding a nice stone.

The stones were carried down by the stone-carrying method and placed at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain.

Zuo Chen lightly touched the stone with his hand, and the outermost layer of the stone began to tremble slightly, then fell off completely and landed on the ground.

A huge stone tablet appeared at the foot of Qingqiu Mountain.

"What do you want to write on it?"

"I am not very sure."

"Then let me do it."

Zuo Chen carved the three big words "Qingqiu" on it with his fingers.

When he wrote the last word, his fingertips paused.

If I write "tomb", it will not be worthy of the grandeur of Qingqiu Immortal.

If I write "mountain", it seems unnecessary.

After much deliberation, Zuo Chen finally carved the word "遗" (left) on it.

"The remains of Qingqiu, the mountain that was abandoned when leaving the world, protects this place."

After carving the stone tablet, Hu Wenchang knelt in front of it and kowtowed three times respectfully towards the entire mountain.

Zuo Chen also saluted in the direction of Qingqiu Mountain.

"Taoist Master."

"Ok?"

"It's daybreak, it's time to go back."

"You are actually still lying in bed and sleeping soundly."

"It seems that I had a very long dream tonight."

Zuo Chen came to Hu Wen, stretched out his finger and gently touched his forehead.

A glimmer of light appeared in Hu Wen's eyes, and his body turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew towards the south along with the wind.

Zuo Chen put his hand on Qingfeng's tail and let the breeze carry him away.

Passing across the vast plain, the remains of the immortals below also flashed light in unison, as if welcoming Zuo Chen back.

Zuo Chen looked at the vast plain below and felt his mind become more open, just like the weather today.

The spiritual energy in his body circulated, and his Taoist aura rose half a level. He took a look inside and found that the second picture in the scroll above the baby in his dantian had gradually emerged.

The painting depicts a huge mountain, with little foxes all around the hill, and layers of fairy treasures.

All for protection.

His heart of Taoism was at peace, and he formed Taoist spells with his hands, causing flower petals to scatter from the sky.

The flowers fell and floated above the relics left by the immortals.

The remaining objects that originally lacked some Taoist charm all gained Qi and regained vitality.

Even the dried ones began to shine again.

……

When the wind blew to the fortress, Zuo Chen also fell from mid-air.

It fell directly into King You’s mansion.

Listening carefully, I could hear that Hu Wen's room was very lively and seemed to be full of people.

When he got to the door, he found Li Ji and his two sons surrounding Hu Wen.

One of Li Ji's two children was wearing armor, obviously having just returned from Dongliantai.

The two of them hugged Hu Wen, but the young man's eyes were red and he kept wiping his tears and crying.

There is also the appearance of a border guard general.

But he expressed his true feelings so well, as if a family member had returned and he was crying with joy.

Even Li Ji's eyes turned slightly red, and he secretly wiped away the tears from his eyes when the children were not paying attention.

He happened to see Zuo Chen laughing secretly on the side, and his old face turned red.

He looked around and found that the children were not looking at him, so he trotted over to Zuo Chen.

Just bow deeply.

Zuo Chen supported him.

"They are crying in there. Why are you kneeling down right now? Aren't you afraid of being seen by others in there?"

"What's the big deal?" Li Ji held Zuo Chen's hand tightly. "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid my child would never come back."

Zuo Chen could feel the power in Li Ji's hands.

He couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The Wen family of Qingqiu lost their home and became the Hu Wen.

But Hu Wen still has a home.

This should have been a happy thing, but for some reason, Zuo Chen felt some indescribable emotions rising in his heart.

He didn't know what was going on.

The Hu Wen brothers who were not far away finally stopped crying, and they also found that Zuo Chen and their father were staring at them.

Hu Wen got off the bed, walked to Li Ji, and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle."

"…I'm glad you're back." Li Jiben wanted to remain serious, but after the words came out of his mouth, even his voice began to tremble.

He forced himself to smile, with red eyes.

After a few seconds of pause, he laughed and scolded again:
"It's a great day, how can you cry? It should be a great day, we should celebrate, celebrate the soldiers' success in guarding the pass, celebrate the brat's return alive, and thank you Taoist for calming the disaster in the north."

Shout:

"Come on! Set up a feast! Don't go home until you are drunk today!"

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