The devil descended from the sky, and his fists suppressed the mountains and rivers

Chapter 19: The Fiery Fire Burns the Heart Seed and the Golden Lotus Spawns from the Ground (Part )
Everyone looked in the direction Yi Beidou was looking, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

Aoki Sophora japonica?

This exotic old tree is indeed magical, but for ordinary people, it only has the magnetic field effect of slightly calming the mind and promoting blood circulation. Apart from that, its more important symbolic meaning to Qingmu Xinyimen.

As for the old tree turning into a spirit or a monster, that is simply impossible. At least the Qingmu Xinyi Sect has been guarding this old tree for nearly two hundred years and has not found anything abnormal.

"Is this old green locust tree what you are looking for?"

Mu Huaidong looked at Yi Beidou in confusion.

"The locust tree is a spiritual tree. In many legends, there is a saying that the locust tree hides evil spirits and benefits ghosts. This is not groundless. All things have spirits. It stands here, without ears to hear, eyes to see, and mouth to speak, but it can record the extraordinary will."

Yi Beidou spoke slowly, took a step forward, and walked towards the big locust tree in the center of the training ground. When he passed by the crowd, the people automatically made way for him and no one dared to block his way.

The body is not the only carrier of spirit and will.

A word, a painting, a statue, a mottled and rusty sword, a blood-stained jade pendant can all become carriers of a spirit and history.

If you can resonate with it, it will be like opening a book and a poem, reading all the vicissitudes of life and all the prosperity.

However, due to various factors such as the weight of the spirit contained in the object and the limitations of the human brain and mind, few people can truly do this.

Some people were moved to tears by the thousand-year-old fingerprint imprinted on the Terracotta Warriors, as if their spirit had crossed over thousands of years and was dancing with the craftsmen who made the warriors, as if they had experienced history firsthand; others, however, found it an eyesore.

If there were the marks left by a master who had achieved sainthood in the flesh, combined with the peculiarity of Yi Beidou's own mind, he would be able to do incredible things.

Wisdom and awareness shine everywhere, connecting the past and present.

Yi Beidou had already arrived in front of the old locust tree. He slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on the thick trunk.

At this moment, his mind was extremely focused, and it connected with the old locust tree along his palms, creating some kind of strange resonance.

Swish, swish, swish! !

The trunk of the old locust tree trembled slightly, and the leaves rustled.

Yi Beidou's soul seemed to have crossed a hundred years of time and space and saw a period of history that had happened. It was the strong spirit of the sanctified existence imprinted in the locust tree.

Yi Beidou saw a tall man in a green martial arts uniform. He had a young face, seemingly in his early thirties at most. His eyes were like two burning flames and his waist was straight, like a tree that could connect to the sky and stand tall.

The man was standing in front of the old locust tree at this time, reaching out his hand and gently stroking the tree trunk.

"My old friend, I have a feeling that we may never meet again after this separation. Who could have thought that such a small island country could have so many saints in the flesh? It is ultimately the result of the national trend and the times."

"Although the island nation is small, the Industrial Revolution has given us powerful ships and guns, and abundant supplies. Everyone can have enough food. Modern thought has made people no longer slaves. Although China is vast, how many people can eat meat every day? Unfortunately, I am just a common man who only knows how to practice martial arts and not the affairs of state."

"But as a warrior, how can I retreat in this time of national crisis? Even if I die, I must let the villains understand our will. This land gave birth to me and raised me, how can I sit back and watch it fall into the hands of the aliens?"

"Old friend, it is said that the locust tree hides spirits. Today, I will entrust my will to become a saint to you. Even if I die, perhaps my will can be passed on to future generations, so that the inheritance will not be cut off."

boom! !

The next moment, a strong will emerged, shaking Yi Beidou's soul and taking him back to the time when the man became a saint, when his spirit was the strongest.

A hundred years ago, the country was in crisis, foreign enemies invaded, and China fell.

The Han Province became the front line of the war, with artillery fire everywhere and the people living in misery. Wherever the enemy passed, they burned, killed, and looted. In addition to the open war, they also ordered the elimination of all masters in the Donghua martial arts world and snatched away the martial arts secrets.

The Qingmu Xinyi Sect had been passed down for a hundred years at that time and had quite a reputation in Han Province. Feng Huachuan, the sect's leader, led his disciples in secret confrontations, killing the enemy and snatching supplies, becoming a thorn in the enemy's side.

After Dawu City was broken, a large number of people fled to the mountains, but more than 10,000 people were captured by the enemy. The enemy sent people to broadcast to the mountainous area day and night, asking Feng Huachuan to come to Dawu City for a meeting in three days, otherwise they would kill all the more than 10,000 people.

Feng Huachuan insisted on going despite the dissuasion of the leaders of the Liuyang Yiqi and Wuhuo Lianzhen schools. "My flesh and blood body can be exchanged for the lives of tens of thousands of people. It's worth it!"

"Even if it's a scam, I will go! Otherwise, how can I be at peace if tens of thousands of people die because of me? How can I dare to face what I have learned in my life?"

Outside Dawu City, Feng Huachuan went to the meeting alone, and the enemy leader prepared a mountain of firewood for him.

"I keep my word. You sit here until you fall in the flames. That's their time to escape. When the time is up, I will immediately order them to recapture them. It all depends on how capable you are."

The enemy leader pointed at the large group of ordinary people in ragged clothes behind him and said to Feng Huachuan with amusement.

"Everyone, please leave now, don't hesitate, if you have the chance in the future, avenge me."

Feng Huachuan looked calm as usual. He stepped onto the pile of firewood and sat down cross-legged.

Peng! !

The flames exploded and thousands of people fled crying.

How can words describe the pain of being burned by fire?
Clothes were burned, skin was scorched, internal organs were smoked, it was the worst punishment on earth.

But Feng Huachuan stood still, using all his strength to activate the Seed of Resurrection to stimulate his own vitality.

Every moment he persisted, those tens of thousands of people had a better chance of escaping.

In the midst of intense pain, in the crisis of life and death, in the awareness of great selflessness, great sacrifice, and great courage, Feng Huachuan understood the great way.

The Qingmu Mind was born from observing the shape and meaning of the green wood and old locust tree. It condenses Qi and blood and condenses seeds in the Dantian in order to imitate plants and achieve good health and longevity.

However, if we were plants, what would be the point of immortality?

Trees grow because of stillness, and people live because of movement.

Only the most blazing heart and the most turbulent fire can allow the true seed of the human body in Dantian to break through the ground and take root and sprout.

Snapped! !

Feng Huachuan only felt a crisp sound in his dantian, and the seed of Qingmu's mind's revival actually broke out of the ground in his dantian, giving birth to a golden, spiral-shaped "seedling".

The raging fire burns my body, and great courage ignites my will, only then can the golden lotus be born in the fire!
This is just a mental illusion, but for the body, this crisp sound represents the breaking of the shackles of life and the symbol of the human body transcending its original physical limits.

The raging fire died down, leaving only a charred body sitting cross-legged. The enemy was about to go forward to check when they heard a crisp sound.

The charred body exploded, and Feng Huachuan jumped up, his eyes like blazing fire, his mind like an old tree, his body straight, standing tall.

Yi Beidou sensed the entire process of Qingmu, the master of sainthood, breaking through the limits of his physical body.

How can the body be sanctified? Every person is a legend, and their experiences are poems.

That was what he was really looking for.

As the fire burns, the golden lotus grows from the soil in my heart!

For a moment, even Yi Beidou felt his heart pounding.

"Today, I will preach to future generations on your behalf and repay your kindness!"

Yi Beidou looked at Qingmu Xinyi's disciples with a sharp gaze.

"You must watch carefully, this is the true meaning of your school's physical body sainthood masters becoming saints!"

(End of this chapter)