The Word of Heaven

Chapter 195: Pure Vision

Chu Jun looked at Gu Zhuo quietly and said, "Why do you think I would pay attention to you?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Of course I know you won't pay attention to me."

Chu Jun said with a slightly cold expression: "Then you still..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly changed and were no longer calm.

In her perception of the Tao, there are countless invisible threads extending from the heaven, earth and all things, silently attaching to her body and soul, making her connection with the world like duckweed floating on the water.

The entire scenery was reflected in Gu Zhuo's eyes.

For him to see.

This is undoubtedly one of the most miraculous Taoist methods, and it can only be done by practitioners who have comprehended the great and mysterious realm.

If she did not have the pure mind guard left by the abbot, it would be impossible for her to detect those invisible and intangible lines of cause and effect, let alone be on guard against them.

Chu Jun said expressionlessly: "Is this offensive to you?"

She did not try to retreat, to get away from the cover of the big black umbrella, or to suddenly raise her palm and draw her sword, because the Three Lives Tower was there.

“It’s quite offensive.”

Gu Zhuo admitted his mistake very frankly, his expression still calm, and said: "When you go back, tell the temple master for me that I think it is necessary to think twice before doing anything about this matter, and not to act rashly."

Chu Jun frowned.

A bamboo hat can cover your face, but it cannot cover your age.

She was very sure that the other person was not much older than her, so why was he so confident and old-fashioned?

Gu Zhuo looked at Chu Jun, thought for a while, and finally added a sentence.

"Even if we really have to move, it should be me who does it."

After saying this, he left the big black umbrella behind and disappeared in the storm.

Chu Jun stood there holding the umbrella handle, looking in the direction where Gu Zhuo's back disappeared. The emotions in his eyes were so complicated that they were hard to describe.

I don’t know how long it took, but the storm stopped and the heavy rain ceased, the dense clouds dispersed and the sky cleared up.

The sun shines again and the world is no longer dark.

The sound of running water did not cease.

When Chu Jun realized this, he subconsciously raised the big black umbrella in his hand to keep his gaze far away.

then.

Hundreds and thousands of waterfalls of varying sizes came into her eyes.

It was a landscape formed by the remaining rainwater that flowed into the cracks following the terrain, scattered in every part of the ancient battlefield that she could see, and the scene was inexplicably magnificent.

She lowered her head and looked down, only to see the rain dropping continuously from the height that submerged her ankles. She could not help but recall the terrifying movement that seemed like the destruction of the world before, but she felt that this scene had a unique meaning of fresh life blooming, and she was a little dazed.

"What happened?!"

The anxious voice of Zizai Taoist came from far away and approached in the blink of an eye.

Chu Jun came to his senses and said after a moment of silence: "I need to go back to the temple to pay my respects to Master."

Taoist Zizai was stunned for a moment, but he didn't ask why. He nodded and said, "Okay."

Chu Jun suddenly asked: "What is the magical use of the Three Life Tower?"

Taoist Zizai looked at her deeply and said, "To forbid all kinds of Taoist magic is for the previous life, and the next life is as the name suggests, to deduce future events, which is infinitely useful in the art of calculating the heavenly secrets."

Chu Jun frowned and said, "What about this life?"

Taoist Zizai shook his head and said in a complicated tone: "No one knows. This is one of the biggest mysteries in the cultivation world. Perhaps only the former division master who fought with Senior Yingxu knows."

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It is already autumn, and the sun sets over the mountains earlier and earlier.

When Gu Zhuo returned to the important border town, the sky and the earth were already stained with dusk, and the twilight was as deep as blood.

He was no different from any other traveler, walking on the dusty street, but instead of going to a restaurant to order a few drinks, he went to a clinic.

It’s not because he was injured, but because the Sky Patrol’s contact point is here.

"grown ups."

The deacon hurried forward, welcomed him into the inner room, handed him two hot towels and hot tea, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

Gu Zhuo thought that it was indeed hard work.

He took the hot towel, wiped his cheek carefully, and then applied another one to his face, feeling the pleasant comfort brought by the burning sensation.

Half a quarter of an hour later, his voice rose up along with the heat mist.

"Prepare pen and ink."

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"Sir...are you sure?"

The deacon's voice was trembling. He looked away from the portraits with difficulty and fixed his eyes on Gu Zhuo. He said slowly and with difficulty, "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

When he saw the first portrait, he was indeed filled with disdain and mockery, because he recognized at a glance that the man was a cultivator worshipped by the Northern Yan court. He thought that a dog will always eat shit and his wolfish ambitions would not be extinguished.

However, when his eyes swept over and fell on the last two portraits, all previous emotions disappeared instantly, and what remained was only a strong sense of surprise, shock, and disbelief.

Gu Zhuo's voice sounded calmly: "Who is this person?"

The meaning is very clear - you are not mistaken.

The deacon understood.

Then his whole body was shaking, as if he was suddenly in the middle of ice and snow, naked.

"The man you see is a soldier, a soldier of the Qin Dynasty."

Gu Zhuo also understood, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "And he is also a confidant of a general?" The deacon lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Gu Zhuo asked: "Is that general the great general?"

The deacon lowered his head even lower and repeated, "Yes."

Gu Zhuo remained silent.

Just as the Taoist Zizai represents the Pure View, this soldier must represent not only himself, but also the great general behind him.

There were many generals in the Qin Dynasty, but only three were truly called great generals. Each of them was a peerless figure who rose from the chaos a hundred years ago and had an extremely high status.

Even though the world has been at peace for nearly a hundred years and wars have rarely occurred, the power of these three generals has not diminished.

The current cultivation community believes that there are four people in the Qin Dynasty who have achieved immortality. They are His Majesty the Emperor, Her Royal Highness the Princess, the former Chief of the Sky Patrol Department, and a mysterious figure who once displayed the aura of immortality because of an old incident.

Many people have speculated about who the fourth immortal of the Qin Dynasty is, and these three generals are among the suspects, which shows how unfathomable their realm is.

Even if he has not yet entered the stage of metamorphosis, I think he is not far from it.

"really interesting……"

Gu Zhuo sighed and said mockingly, "Even a great general who was granted a title of nobility got involved in this matter. Tell me, if I knew nothing and went to ask for help from that great general, would I be shot to death on the spot?"

The deacon didn't dare to answer this question. His face looked so bitter that he was about to cry, and his head was almost touching his toes.

"Okay, get up."

Gu Zhuo's voice returned to calm: "This has nothing to do with you."

After hearing this, the deacon breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

The room fell silent.

A moment later, the files about each person in the portrait were brought to Gu Zhuo for him to read.

This of course includes the great general named Wang.

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The same night, pure view.

Chu Jun returned covered in dust. Without even taking a break, he went to pay his respects to the abbot.

The place where the master of the temple practices is located at the highest point of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist. The stars seem to be within reach, showing a sense of ethereality.

Chu Jun bowed and greeted his master, whose hair had already turned gray, and repeated Gu Zhuo's words truthfully.

After listening, the master was silent for a long time.

"Do you know why I want you to know this and experience it yourself?"

Chu Jun said softly: "You want me to understand how difficult and dangerous the current situation of Qingjing Temple is."

The master of the temple said, “This is one of them.”

Chu Jun was stunned for a moment and asked, "What else?"

"What I want you to know more is that the prosperous Qin Dynasty is far from being as beautiful and flawless as it appears on the surface. It has long been rotten and smelly inside, and now it is just covered up by a gorgeous dress."

The master turned to look at her with a warm look in his eyes and said, "That gorgeous dress belongs to His Majesty the Emperor himself."

Chu Jun didn't know what to say.

The temple master continued, "If I'm not mistaken, one of the other three parties doing business with that barbarian is most likely a big shot in the Qin military."

Chu Jun's expression became even more complicated when he heard this, and he said, "You want me to get rid of those meaningless good impressions."

The master of the temple said in a gentle voice: "Observe the affairs of the world with a pure heart, stay away from the world, and be detached from the world. This is the purpose of the Pure Temple's practice. I let you look at this business for the sake of your subsequent practice."

Chu Jun was not moved, which was related to the pure mind mentioned in the words, but more importantly, she noticed one thing.

As for Gu Zhuo's question about whether the Qingjing Temple was colluding with the barbarians, the Master kept avoiding answering.

This in the end is why?

"Master, I have one last question."

Chu Jun looked up at the master of the temple and asked seriously, "What exactly is that thing that the barbarian gave?"

The abbot looked at Chu Jun quietly, then suddenly laughed and said kindly, "That is something that even I am surprised about."

That’s not all.

After a moment of silence, his smile inexplicably disappeared, and he finally said: "I think even if the Taoist master is resurrected, he would raise his eyebrows when he sees something like that, wondering what the hell this thing is."

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No matter how the undercurrent surges, the world remains peaceful.

As long as His Majesty the Emperor has not closed his eyes, there will be no chaos in this world, because there is no one like the Taoist Master anymore.

After reading those files, Gu Zhuo left the border town and headed for the wilderness.

This time he did not walk fast. He had time to leisurely enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way and was no longer in a hurry.

At the same time, a letter was sent to the capital as he left, and would eventually appear in Yu Sheng's hands, so that she would also have a headache about this trouble.

——Those three generals were once Bai Nanming’s subordinates.

One day, Gu Zhuo went to the Yishui River again.

To the north of Yishui is the border and also a wasteland.

Unlike the last time, this time he no longer just took a look at the beautiful buildings from a distance, but turned around and walked around, unwilling to take another step.

Yes, Gu Zhuo is preparing to go to Yishui.

　One more chapter.

　　I originally wanted to title this chapter "The Emperor's New Clothes", but then I thought it was too strange to use this name for an oriental fantasy novel, so I had to give up.

　　
　
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