Yefutidaolu

Chapter 3 It won’t rain
For Gao Jian, that song put him into the same trance as the one he had heard last night when he heard the folk songs sung by the villagers and temple priests.

During the sacrifice last night, those songs had already made Gao Jian dizzy.

It was the same now, and because he actively listened and immersed himself in it, he was even more dazed.

However, it was only this time that I felt somewhat relieved.

Just like yesterday, the self-sacrificing sword technique was obviously extremely brutal, a method of exchanging injuries for lives. The sacrifice yesterday was also extremely bloody and cruel, and disgusting.

If a normal person hears this, he will be confused and panic.

The same goes for Gao Jian.

But he found that when he held the knife, his mind was extremely calm.

The rusty knife in my hand is so reassuring.

There seemed to be a "heart lake" in his heart. When he held the knife, the heart lake would calm down, as if there was not a ripple, and could reflect all the charm.

Gao Jian vaguely sensed something.

The so-called charm is actually a certain direction, and "insight" actually refers to how much the heart lake can reflect the direction.

Imagine that a person writes the word "world".

The world seems to be hinting at something.

What does the word "world" refer to? And what kind of scenery can be reflected in the lake of the heart?

Some people's hearts are too small to accommodate the world.

Some people's hearts are turbid, and the clear world is reflected in it, turning it into a dim and dark color.

Some people's hearts are as turbulent as waves, and the world reflected in them becomes turbulent as well.

The world requires too much insight and is too difficult to understand. Many people misunderstand it and think that the world is made up of all kinds of things, but they may not necessarily comprehend the 'world' that the writer really wants to express.

What if it says 'apple'?

I think no one should have understood this wrongly, right? Although there may be many different kinds of apples, they are still apples.

The so-called charm and understanding hidden behind the five senses is probably like this.

But Gao Jian wasn't sure, it was just his guess.

And now, he felt that the lake of his heart was large and broad, without any ripples, and the things reflected in it were extremely real. He could clearly see that under the guidance of the "Tao Song" of the self-sacrificing sword technique, he clearly understood what the person who wrote this Tao song wanted to express.

And then...he learned it.

Who is the person who invented Shen Yun? This so-called Shen Yun is simply memory transmission! As long as you have enough understanding, you can directly obtain the information projected in your heart from Shen Yun.

Although it may be distorted or even completely twisted due to differences in one’s heart, that is a problem of the person, not Shen Yun’s problem.

This method is truly amazing!

He didn't know what the result of copying was for others, but for him, it was just like plugging a USB drive into his computer and copying a copy of "Shen Yun" over.

Shocked and learning at the same time.

When Gao Jian came to his senses, he found that the long sword in his hand had become extremely familiar. He had never used a sword before yesterday, but at this moment, the rusty sword seemed like a part of his body.

Uh... no, it seems to have been a part of his body.

"Master, what do you think of my swordsmanship?" Gao Jian swung the sword. Although his body did not change, his swordsmanship was superb, as if he had been immersed in it for a long time.

Although he has no cultivation, his swordsmanship has reached perfection.

Bai Ping next to him seemed to realize something and said, "Brother, brother, put the knife back or put it down. I have an idea."

Gao Jian didn't understand what was going on, but he felt that Bai Ping would not harm him, so he stabbed the knife back.

In just a moment, Gao Jian's eyes turned red!

In his eyes, the whole world was distorted in that instant.

The murderous aura is everywhere, and the dust of war is rolling.

The red sun is gloomy and sad, and the clouds are looming high in the sky!
In Bai Ping's eyes, Gao Jian was filled with murderous aura almost instantly!
It was as if the evil spirit that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted!
Bai Ping already knew what was going on.

He had seen this before! Some of his brothers with amazing understanding were like this!
Taoist songs have hidden charm, and the charm usually contains some of the author's temperament, such as evil spirit or Buddha nature.

The self-sacrificing sword technique itself is a sword technique that exchanges injury for life. Although it is nothing as an ordinary martial art, it is normal to have some murderous aura when listening to the charm and practicing.

However, even if an ordinary person has mastered the Taoist songs, recites them over and over again, and practices them, it will still take several years to completely master this sword technique. If one does not have good talent, it is normal to not be able to get started even after ten years of study.

Therefore, these evil spirits come slowly and take some time to adapt.

But when Gao saw this freak, it only took him a quarter of an hour to completely accept his spirit and naturally all the evil spirit as well.

This is not a slow process, but the evil spirit that takes several years or even ten years enters the body in an instant!
Learning quickly is sometimes not necessarily a good thing.

Bai Ping looked at Gao Jian, and Gao Jian looked at Bai Ping.

Bai Ping felt like he was going to die.

So he immediately shouted: "Hold the knife! Hold the knife!"

As for Gao Jian, he tried his best to control his urge to tear Bai Ping apart.

No, you can't kill.

Bai Ping is a good man and his savior.

Gao Jian kept repeating to himself in his heart, trying to control his impulse!
It was not until Bai Ping shouted, "Hold the knife," that he seemed to realize something and held the rusty knife.

In just a moment, his mind calmed down again.

The ancient well has no waves.

After a long while, Gao Jian put the knife back.

The evil spirit is gone.

He walked up to Bai Ping, pulled out the knife and showed it to Bai Ping.

The rust on the knife became darker than before and was almost rotting.

"Master, what do you mean?" Gao Jian said with a wry smile.

Bai Ping immediately lowered his head in shame and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't teach you other skills for the time being. Although the sword technique is just an external skill, it should be enough for you to use for a while. Let's hurry on our way. The Sutra Library at the mountain gate of ...

"Thank you, Taoist Priest. Let's eat quickly and then get going." Gao Jian shook his head and did not blame him.

After all, he had no idea what was going on with his knife.

After all the hassle, he was also hungry. He picked up the fish and took a big bite.

"Okay, let's get going. Oh, no, let's eat. Let's eat." Bai Ping nodded, took the heated dry food and started eating.

The roasted dry food gave off the aroma of grain, with only a little bit of salt. The fish had no oil or salt and was extremely fishy, but Gao Jian had been hungry for a long time, so he ate it with gusto.

Halfway through the meal, I saw Bai Ping chewing slower and slower, as if he was thinking about something.

"Master, what's wrong?" Gao Jian asked casually.

"I'm wondering whether I should go back, but I'm worried about you, brother." Bai Ping said with some conflicted expression.

"Go back? Go back where?" Gao Jian was confused.

"The village before." Bai Ping pointed behind him.

"Ah?" Gao Jian was stunned.

"Although the evil ghost has done many evil things, there is nothing we can do as they believe in him. If we kill the evil ghost, they won't be able to farm. They will either turn to other demons and continue to do evil, exchanging blood for food to survive, or they will all starve to death. I want to go back and save them." Bai Ping sighed, seeming a little worried.

"...Master, can I ask you why we can't farm? If we kill that monster, will it stop raining?" Gao Jian didn't understand at all.

Bai Ping glanced at Gao Jian, as if he was puzzled that Gao Jian didn't even know this, but he still explained: "Rain? Three thousand years ago, the sky and the earth were connected, the gods disappeared without a trace, and the Thunder God, Wind Master and Rain Master no longer descended to the world. There are no natural thunderstorms in this world. Not only are there no thunderstorms, but all weather conditions, except the sun and the moon, have disappeared without a trace."

"No wind, rain, thunder or lightning? Then..." Gao Jian was shocked.

Bai Ping continued to explain: "Nowadays, wind and rain are all prayed for by casting spells. Either you find an evil ghost to pray for rain like these villagers do, and offer blood to the evil ghost to pray for rain, or you ask the court to pray for rain. People in my Taoist sect also have the Five Thunders Method to pray for rain, and the common people rely on this to survive."

Gao Jian was silent.

What the hell? !

There is no god, so it won't rain? There is no natural climate here?
This world...what does it look like?
Gao Jian thought of the 'dead meat'. At the beginning, they said that the living meat was outsiders, and the dead meat was their own people...

No wonder those people would offer themselves to be dead meat.

It turns out that if this wasn't the case, everyone would starve to death.

Murder and suicide are all for the sake of survival.

Bai Ping continued, "Actually, I came here this time because I knew that the villagers here were punished by the court for defaulting on taxes and were sentenced to two years of no rain. I wanted to help them pray for rain and tide over the difficulties."

"Who knew that they had secretly believed in demons and ghosts for a long time, and they cheated with the temple priest and put knockout drugs in my food. That's how I was caught by them. But I took advantage of their trick and planned to take this opportunity to get close to the mountain demon, and I happened to run into you."

"Master, people are planning to kill us and eat our meat. Do you still want to go back and save them?" Gao Jian asked with a wry smile.

Bai Ping shook his head. "The evil bandits rose up because of hunger and cold. Without wheat and rice, how could there not be chaos? We can't really blame them. So I want to go back and let them at least survive this year. After they have been punished and the court continues to send rain, they will naturally become good people. Sometimes, good and evil are just a matter of opportunity. I am willing to give them this opportunity."

Gao Jian looked at Bai Ping seriously.

One of his arms was broken and the wound was wrapped with cloth. His face was pale and he looked a little weak. He looked younger than himself and had a gentle smile.

This is truly... a rare and kind person.

Even though one of his arms was broken, he was still thinking about saving people.

I am so lucky to meet such a person when I first arrived.

As if noticing Gao Jian's gaze and silence, Bai Ping smiled and said, "Of course, it's normal for you to be afraid and not want to go back. This trip is dangerous, so Xiao Dao can go by himself. You just need to wait for me here for two days. Thank you for your trouble."

When Gao Jian heard this, he suddenly said, "I'll go with you."

Bai Ping stopped talking and looked at Gao Jian.

He didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Xiaodao would like to thank you very much, thank you."

There was no need to say anything more. Although the two had only known each other for a short time, they seemed to be familiar with each other's personalities.

Just at this moment, Gao Jian suddenly made a surprised sound: "Huh?"

At the same time, he pulled out the long knife from his chest.

He sensed something had changed.

He took out the long knife and held it in his hand, only to see that the rust on the knife had already fallen off by half, and it was no longer in the state of being almost rotten.

"What is this?" Gao Jian looked at the long sword.

Bai Ping also watched carefully.

The two studied the state of the long sword.

After a while, Bai Ping suddenly said, "I seem to understand a little bit, brother. The knife in your chest can only show its sharpness if it is sharpened with will and spirit."

"Earlier, I decided to go to Longtan with you. I was so excited that I sharpened the blade and removed some of the decay. It turned out to be a strange blade!"

"Tempering your spirit?" Gao Jian touched the rust on the knife. Although there were no signs of decay, it was still a rusty knife after all. However, although it was rusty, it was very sturdy.

He laughed, then put the long knife back into his chest and said, "Forget it, forget about it, Taoist priest, have you finished eating?"

Bai Ping quickly stuffed the dry food into his mouth: "We're done, we're done, let's get going, hurry back!"

"Yeah." Gao Jian stood up, put Bai Ping's package on his back, and walked back the way he came.

Along the way, Gao Jian finally had time and enough interest to observe the world around him.

Through Bai Ping's description, he clearly realized that this world was a completely different place and he had to take a good look at his surroundings.

As he looked along, he realized that the fields and forests nearby seemed to have not seen rain for at least a month.

Poor soil produces little harvest, and both crops and weeds wither.

Although it has not reached the point where there is no crops in the fields and no grass in the wilds, we do need a timely rain.

The suffering of drought is worse than that of flood. During a flood, there is still grass to eat, but during a drought, there is not even grass to eat.

In this world without natural weather, there is really no way to survive without relying on some supernatural things.

After walking for a while, they returned to the village they had been to before.

When the Taoist priest with the broken arm and Gao Jian appeared, the whole village was alarmed.

Almost all the villagers, men, women, young and old, were mobilized. They held hoes, pitchforks, and hatchets. The young men held the only remaining iron tools and even kitchen knives. Some did not even have kitchen knives and held wooden sticks.

There was a crowd of about several hundred people standing at the entrance of the village, all staring at the two people.

Obviously, they thought Gao Jian and Bai Ping were here to seek revenge.

Standing at the entrance of the village, Gao Jian glanced at Bai Ping.

What is Bai Ping going to do?
"Fellow villagers! They were the ones who killed the temple keeper!" A young man walked out and pointed at Gao Jian and Bai Ping and said so.

(End of this chapter)