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39 Chapter 8.3
As everyone knows, there are three most prestigious places in the Sanjie Temple, namely the Demon Pagoda, Tallinn, and Bodhi Zhaoxin Wall.
Among them, Bodhi illuminating the heart wall is the most mysterious.
Outsiders can't see it, and there are many legends about it in the temple.
Every day, there are many monks sitting facing the wall, hoping to be like the monks they admire, and find their own opportunities through this wall.
But this day, a Taoist appeared in front of Bodhi Zhao's heart wall, which attracted many monks' attention.
Jingyue looked at the smooth mirror-like wall of her heart, and her heart was very calm.
Yesterday, he followed the monk who came to call him into a meditation room, and Kongmiao sat on the futon waiting for him. When he and Kongmiao were the only ones left in the room, the other party bowed to him and bowed deeply.
He asked Kongmiao why did this great gift?
The other party replied: "Seven years ago, the Cold Cloud Sect vision, I knew the aura of the ancestors. After that, Cold Cloud Sect invited guests and said that the sect had a new ancestor who was inherited by Jingyuan Dao ancestor. How do I guess Not your identity?"
Jingyue smiled and said: "The rebirth is incredible, the little monk does not seem to be surprised?"
His sudden joke made Kongmiao stunned, and a touch of nostalgia flashed in his wise eyes, "All kinds of heavens, imaginable, unimaginable, are your chance."
Jingyue laughed, "You little monk, will also tell me Xuan."
The corner of Kongmiao's eyes jumped, the first sentence "little monk" made him feel more cordial, and the second sentence...he couldn't resist, didn't he?
He settled his mind and said: "If you want to discover your identity through the vision of the day, it must be the cultivation base of the robbery. Those who had contact with the ancestors in the past have mostly fallen into the robbery. Apart from me, only me. Your little disciple and the one in the Dragon Palace. And the semi-saints in the Demon Realm who feasted with you are not alive in the world, and they are still hard to notice by the way of other monsters."
Jingyue nodded slightly, "Long Zu did not ask about the human race. There is no hidden danger for my identity for the time being."
He paused, and then said: "When the demon robbery was in troubled times, a leaf was weak, and was forcibly stayed in Cold Cloud Sect in the last battle. I heard that you were there at that time, can you tell me?"
Kong Miao was stunned. He didn't expect Jingyue to mention that incident suddenly. He sighed: "Presumably Dao Ancestor knew that the one who killed the demon saint with one sword back then was your second disciple."
Jingyue nodded silently, and then listened to the empty voice.
It turned out that 8,000 years ago, the Heavenly Dao suddenly became chaotic, and the demon clan recommended the strongest as the demon saint. He led the demon army to break through the Jieshan Mountain and descend on the human world, robbing the heaven and fortune on a large scale, so that the human race was depressed, and the lives were destroyed.
That battle lasted for ten years, during which countless great sacrifices were made and endless sects were destroyed. In the end, the human race designed to trap the demon saint in the Hundred Battles Haiding Demon Mountain. From the mere rebirth of the cultivation base, don’t know what method was used to inspire the shocking sword and smash the demon saint’s soul, and he was exhausted. When the lamp is dead, it disappears.
"I still remember that after that sword, Lord Yi Wangdao's sword turned into ashes, but there was a ray of light rushing into the sky." Kongmiao said solemnly, "I want to come now, it should be the sword soul of that sword."
"If the sword has a sword soul, it would not be a surprise to kill the demon saint with the intention of forgetting to return to virtual cultivation.
After all, Jingyue's heart is still uncomfortable.
After a long time, he laughed sarcastically, "It's really impermanent."
It will cause chaos in the world, whether you are a human or a demon, a monk or a mortal, you cannot escape your fate.
Only ascending can break through this day and be free from its control.
Kong Miao: "But the way of heaven is always alive. Perhaps the resurrection of the Taoist ancestor is the vitality left by heaven for my human race."
At the end of that night, Kong Miao invited Jingyue to stay in the temple very honestly, saying that he was inviting him to look at the heart wall of Bodhi. Of course, Jingyue would not refuse.
Therefore, he will appear here.
Thinking that the baby in the swaddling baby had grown into the old monk who looked faithful and honest, but was actually full of thoughts, Jingyue couldn't help but smile.
Although time has taken away something, it also left behind.
He only felt the depression in his heart relieved, and it was rare to relax, so he slowly closed his eyes.
In the darkness, a dot of light as large as a bean gradually appeared, and the dot of light became bigger and brighter...
In a blink of an eye, the world has changed.
The sky was clear and the sun was spreading on a green hillside.
Blossoming wild flowers are in full bloom, with a light fragrance, lingering around the nose.
A boy about six or seven years old was lying on the grass with a gray stone on his head. He squinted, his curled eyelashes quivered slightly, he bit a piece of grass in his mouth, and his cocked leg dangled. Go, it looks very pleasant.
An older teenager ran not far away and said to him: "A Jing, you don't herd cattle, you are sleeping lazily here!"
Jingyue stood up and sat up, her face was a little red, whether she was sun-dried or ashamed, "I'm thinking about the fairy, the village says that the fairy has stepped on this stone!"
The boy sneered, "Then you sleep on a rock all day long, have you ever seen a fairy?"
Jingyue hesitated, he wanted to say that occasionally he could hear the gurgling of running water, which would always make him particularly comfortable. But he used to say this, no one has ever believed it, because those people can't hear...
"Anyway, I'm going to be that fairy anyway!"
The teenager pulled him angrily, "Okay! I'll go with you soon, your mother is looking for you."
"But my cow is still—"
Teenager: "Do you remember your cow? Don't worry, Uncle Wang will help you drive back."
After being pulled away, Jingyue looked back at the stone frequently, feeling inexplicably lost in his heart, as if he had missed an extremely precious thing that even affected his fate.
But no matter how you look at it, it's just a stone.
Jingyue shook his head, pouted and followed the boy.
When he got home, his widow was waiting in the courtyard anxiously, and when he saw him, he said hurriedly: "Yue'er, your grandmother is sick, go with your mother immediately!"
Grandma? He has only seen one or two times in his impression, and he seems to be a very kind old man?
Before he regained his consciousness, the man had been squeezed into a carriage.
When the carriage passed the mountain road, the old horse pulling the carriage was suddenly startled, neighing all the way towards the cliff!
Jingyue in the carriage was guarded by his mother, still stumbling, only to hear the coachman outside shouting: "Jump!"
Jingyue felt that his mother was trying to push him out, but the carriage was too bumpy, and before he and his mother jumped out of the carriage, the carriage had already overturned the cliff.
After that, Jingyue lost consciousness.
When he woke up from the coma, he immediately smelled a fishy smell, which was a mixture of mud and blood.
Jingyue felt his head hurt, as if he had been stabbed by thousands of needles, or hit by a heavy hammer.
"mother?"
He yelled softly, and no one answered.
"mother?!"
Jingyue pushed the person holding him hard, but the other person didn't move, but he could see his mother's face clearly.
As far as he can remember, his mother is the best-looking woman in the village. Everyone said that his mother is not like a village woman at all, but rather like a lady from a big family in the city.
But now? With bulging eyes and a deformed skull, where can still see her original appearance?
His mother is dead.
Jingyue realized this and couldn't help but shrank and shivered.
What about him? Why should he be left alone to survive?
Despair and fear eroded him like poison, spreading from the meridians to the internal organs, and even made him forget the pain in his body.
Jingyue couldn't hold it anymore, her eyes went dark, and she passed out again.
When he woke up again, he had been rescued by a family of farmers.
The family asked the doctor to show it to him. They were all relieved when they were told that he was only injured.
The doctor briefly handled him and left, leaving only a couple, and five or six and a half-year-old children curiously surrounding his bed.
It turned out that the man was a hunter. When he went up the mountain to hunt, he found the broken carriage. Seeing that Jingyue was still angry in the carriage, he brought him back to the village.
Seeing him awake, the host asked him where he was from, who was his last name, and why he fell down the cliff?
Jingyue answered one by one, but couldn't remember where she came from or where she was going? The host had no choice but to let him heal at home.
After half a month, Jingyue's injury gradually improved, but he couldn't live anymore.
Although the family who saved him is kind-hearted, their family's burden is too heavy, and there is no way to raise another Jingyue.
So one morning, Jingyue took some dry food prepared for him by the male host, as well as five hundred copper coins, and left the village alone.
When he reached the entrance of the village, he turned his head and glanced at the smoky small village. He only felt that the sky was big and there was no place for him.
When he arrived at the county seat after several twists and turns, he had already eaten all the food on his body, and there was not a single one left of the five hundred wen.
It was autumn at this time, and the city continued to rain for several days, and the temperature was getting colder and colder every day.
Jingyue was hungry, his shirt was thin, and he had not completely recovered. Hungry and cold, he developed a high fever one night, and the fever was so ignorant.
But Jingyue has a big life, and there is always someone to help when his life is hanging by a thread.
His mother protected him before, and the Orion family behind, and now he has encountered a group of beggars.
The ruined temple where he was lying at that time happened to be the stronghold of a group of beggars in the city. When they came back they found Jingyue half-dead, and they worked together to think of some native methods to rescue him.
When Jingyue got better, helpless he also joined the army of beggars. Because of his agile mind, he could recognize a few words, and he was good-looking, he soon became the backbone of the business among beggars and was welcomed by beggars.
Occasionally, they would get together and have daydreams. Despite the reality, they still have a wish. What if hell?
For example, at this moment, a little beggar stared directly at a certain table on a small food stall. There was half a bowl of porridge left on the table, and there was also a meat bun with only one bite left over from a pair of father and son.
The little beggar swallowed his saliva and said, "How great would I be the stall owner's son?"
"What's so good about the stall owner's son? I'll be the young master instead!"
"What's so great about being a master? It's great to be a master! My house is surrounded by beautiful maidservants and thousands of acres of fertile land."
"Hmph, if you want me, I will be the emperor in the Golden Luang Temple. I heard that the poles of the emperor's family are all made of gold!"
"What does the emperor want to do with a pole?"
"He, he likes poles, can't he?"
One person asked: "Hey, A Jing, what do you want to be?"
"Me? I want to be a fairy."
Everyone joked and trembled, only when he was talking and laughing.
Year after year, Jingyue gradually grew up, and the group of beggars also developed from the county seat to Fucheng, and took root in Fucheng.
On this day, Yang Dashan's family in the city started cooking again. The Yang family’s porridge is not only good in rice, but also large in portion, and they never dislike their status as beggars, so everyone ate their fill and sat contentedly to rest in the ruined temple.
One person said: "I heard that Yang Dashan's family was the first to open a bank, and the entire Wei state was covered by his family's bank."
Another said: "It's more than that! There are also gold shops, cloth shops, medicine shops, restaurants..."
"It's not an exaggeration for the Yang family to say that the country is rich enough to be an enemy, right?" A beggar dragged a rare idiom.
When Jingyue heard this, her heart moved, "The Yang family is so rich, aren't you afraid of others watching it?"
"I heard that the current prefect received the favor of the Yang family back then, and he protected him, who would dare to move the Yang family?"
Jingyue put her hand on her head, disapproving in her heart.
After all, the Yang family is taking advantage of others, the variables are too great, can they really deter others?
Not long before the Lantern Festival, the city held a lantern festival as usual. But something went wrong on the Lantern Festival. This southern city was full of small river bridges. A bridge was too old to bear the weight of too many people, so it collapsed.
At that time, Jingyue and his brothers were begging by the river, seeing many people falling into the river, he instinctively jumped into the river to save people. It was freezing cold, Jingyue was too cold, but he still saved three people, one of whom happened to be the young master of the Yang family.
This time, the help of righteousness made Jingyue's hopeless life saved.
In order to thank him, Yang Dashan took him and a group of beggars back home, and re-established a contract for them, letting them run errands with the stewards.
From then on, they no longer need to be hungry or cold, let alone betray their dignity for a bite.
Jingyue is grateful and works very hard. It was accidentally noticed by Yang Dashan, who thought he was a plastic talent, so he found someone to teach him literacy and arithmetic, and decided to focus on training him.
Jingyue originally thought that he would stay in the Yang family for a lifetime, and as the young master's right-hand man in the future, he would work hard to fight for the Yang family.
But when he was sixteen, the city's prefect was suddenly found guilty and sentenced to imprisonment. On the day the news reached the Yang family, he was taken to Yang Dashan.
"Jingyue, I have watched you grow up over the years. You are a good boy. I know you are a good child. Now I have something to do to you. This matter is related to the life and death of our Yang family. It is us. The only back road for the Yang family, there is no need to mention the hardships, are you willing?"
Yang Dashan has deep marks on his brows, and his words are full of solemnity.
"I am willing." Jingyue did not hesitate.
He accepted the other party's great favor, even if the Yang family let him die, he would not frown.
Later, Yang Dashan charged him with a crime and expelled him from the Yang family. But secretly, he handed him some manpower and large sums of money, allowing him to develop in a neighboring city with a brand new identity.
Two years later, when Jingyue became an adult, the Yang family was trapped by the new prefect. Not only was the entire family property confiscated, the adult man was sentenced to beheaded, and even women, children and children were implicated, either in exile or as a slave.
At the same time, Jingyue received a secret letter from the Yang family, telling him not to rescue him, he must hide well, and wait for the wind to pass, then rescue the living people in the Yang family and take good care of him.
On the day of beheading, Jingyue disguised himself as a beggar again, mixing with the crowd watching the excitement.
He saw Yang Dashan, the young master who was already thirteen years old, and the butlers who had taught him a lot, as well as familiar faces.
The order was thrown out, and the guillotine was cut off.
The floor of Caishikou was dripping with the blood of the Yang family, Jingyue lowered his eyes and left in silence.
Half a year later, Jingyue took the Yang family he rescued and moved to Beijing together.
They opened a tea house in the capital. The business is very good due to the elegant environment and unique snacks.
On this day, Jingyue was sitting in the private room on the third floor, looking at Chang'an Avenue outside the window. The official cars came and went, and the civilians evaded one after another. The three-year-old nephew of Yang Dashan beside him bit his snack and said, "I will also be a high official in the future."
His mother smiled and asked, "Why?"
"Being a high-ranking official will enable Dad and Uncle to survive."
The woman was silent.
The little nephew did not get his mother's praise, and asked Jingyue with a pouting mouth: "Brother Jing, what do you want to do?"
Jingyue smiled. When he was a beggar, his companions asked the same question, and he replied that he wanted to be a god. However, he is not as innocent as he was at that time, and his daydreaming thoughts are also deeply buried in his heart. He thought, if there are gods in the world, why can't a good person like the Yang family end well?
"Me? I just want to take good care of you when you grow up."
I just want not to be manipulated anymore.
The author has something to say: Little Theater
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Jingjing: I just don't want to be manipulated
Jiji: The flag is set again, come on, play music, count down with me, Jingjing charges 50%...
Jingjing: What about your big move?
Chi Chi: Chi Chi storage power 1/1000.....
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Our King, whether we are mortals or immortals, work hard.
The cultivator wants to go in the sky, but also against the sky.