The Word of Heaven

Chapter 210: Inheritance between Life and Death
Gu Zhuo was as calm as usual, there was no fear in his eyes, he just remained silent.

During his long years of cultivation, he had encountered too many extraordinary things and sudden changes, and had long been accustomed to them.

"I want to talk to you."

After saying this, the wild man naturally began to introduce himself.

Unlike Yu Yang, his tone has a very strong and strange accent, and it is not easy to hear clearly.

Gu Zhuo is very patient.

Under the dark night and in the boundless snow and wind, time seems to have slowed down here.

The same picture is maintained for a long time, with the only difference being the ups and downs of the sound.

The barbarian whose left hand was broken at the wrist had an extraordinary identity - the high priest.

In the wilderness, it is an identity recognized by all the people regardless of their stance.

The duties of the high priest are similar to those of the supervisor to a certain extent. He receives the will of heaven and uses this will of heaven to make warnings and warnings for the future, so that the barbarians can embark on a correct path.

Therefore, the high priest was naturally covered with a sacred and glorious robe, and his status was transcendent and extraordinary, because every word he said was the will of God given to the world in the hearts of the barbarians.

As Chu Jun listened to these words, the mood in his eyes became increasingly gloomy.

She didn't care about the truth or falsehood in the words, that was the business of the barbarians. What she cared about was something else - the life and death of the Taoist Zizai.

On the cliff of Lonely Mountain, it was this high priest who wanted to kill her and Taoist Zizai. The latter had no choice but to let her leave early, so she had no idea of ​​the outcome of the battle...

Chu Jun lowered his head and stopped thinking about it.

At this moment, the high priest only had Gu Zhuo in his eyes.

He was still speaking, and his tone became increasingly gentle and kind, like the sound of immortal music.

"Every human being carries sins, the only difference is the amount of sins."

"Have you ever thought about why you can't have any peace and tranquility along the way, as if you are drifting away from the whole world?"

"Have you ever thought about why I am standing here waiting for your arrival so firmly? This is fate giving you the possibility to turn back."

“And all this is God’s will.”

The high priest looked at Gu Zhuo and said seriously: "Your arrangement is not in the past, not in the future, but here."

Gu Zhuo asked softly, "Died here?"

The high priest raised his head and stretched out his hands.

His expression became more pious, the fire in his eyes burned more fiercely, and his old voice became hoarse: "This is the last and only destination God has given you."

Gu Zhuo thought for a moment and asked, "Where does God's will come from?"

After hearing this, the high priest slowly knelt down, his right hand falling on the cold snow, his eyes already closed.

After a moment, the aura emanating from him gradually dissipated, as if returning everything he had once possessed to this world, allowing his body, mind and soul to get closer and closer to the heaven, and even merge into one.

As his forehead met the earth, a clear voice came from nowhere and resounded throughout the place.

"From the will of heaven, from the heart of man."

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes, letting the tiredness that he could not hide disappear, and said indifferently: "It is not my intention, and it is not my heart."

Before he finished speaking, a stream of light suddenly appeared in the dark valley.

There was a slight clang sound.

Zhexue appeared just in front of the high priest and stabbed him directly!

At this time, the high priest was still kneeling on the ground, offering his body, mind and soul to God, and his aura was no different from that of an ordinary person.

At the moment when blood was about to be splattered on the spot, the whole valley suddenly became bright. It was not the dazzling light brought by the flash of the flying sword, but the terrifying flame that burned everything in sight!
That was a wave of flames that burst out with the high priest as the center!

Zhe Xue came face to face with the terrifying dark green flame. The tip of his sword, which was only inches away from the high priest, was forced back by the flame wave at this moment and could no longer move forward even a little bit.

What a powerful force this is?
Amid the raging flames, the high priest stood up again.

His expression was still compassionate, his eyes were always kind, and he never got angry because death was so close to him.

He stretched out his remaining right hand, and as his fingertips passed, the space was visibly distorted and deformed due to the burning of the dark green flames.

The next moment, his fingertips landed on the blade of the Zhexue sword and tapped it gently.

A soft sound.

Zhe Xue seemed to be suddenly under heavy pressure like a mountain. The sword body bent and let out a mournful cry as it could not bear the heavy burden.

boom!
A thunderous roar followed, and Zhexue was finally unable to withstand such force. It fell on the snow, creating a thousand layers of waves.

Before the snow waves had time to fall, the ghost fire had already surged out and burned every snowflake in front of it. Not even white smoke could rise, and it rolled towards Gu Zhuo in the distance.

Zhe Xue was knocked to the ground, with nothing blocking his way.

Chu Jun stood behind Gu Zhuo, watching this scene, and suddenly remembered a sentence.

——When the tide comes, the sky and the earth become green.

But this moment, the wave is not water, but fire.

Gu Zhuo's eyes were calm.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, blocking out the not-to-be-bright green color, and grasped the sword.

Wait a minute, the sword and its scabbard were placed in front of him like a city wall.

The flame wave arrived and then split into two.

No sound was heard.

The snow that had accumulated over countless years had melted, and the rocks hidden underneath were softening after being exposed to the phantom fire. They would probably melt into juice soon. The soil was burned to be hard and then cracked, like an earth that had been dry for who knows how many years.

There is fire everywhere.

The high priest looked at Gu Zhuo, and as he saw the flames being stopped by the old sword, the light in his eyes became more intense.

He didn't say anything else. Just like what he said before, he was just conveying God's will. There was only one thing he wanted to do from beginning to end when he came here - to kill Gu Zhuo.

He took a step forward, and his left hand, which was severed at the wrist by the Taoist Zizai, began to mutate, and a monster was born with it as its support.

It was a giant snake made from the flesh and blood of the high priest. It was stout in shape and had terrifying eyes.

Even a cultivator with a firm faith in Taoism like Chu Jun would be disturbed and unable to calm down after looking into his eyes.

So she subconsciously lowered her head, only to find that the giant snake had already pressed its body against the ground, swimming and winding forward in the dark green sea of ​​fire, getting closer and closer to Gu Zhuo, ready to launch an attack.

Meanwhile, the high priest did not stop.

Gu Zhuo's gaze pierced through the vast sea of ​​fire and met its gaze.

Life or death may be just a matter of moments.

He said to Chu Jun: "I won't be able to take care of you later."

Chu Jun was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said, "I will live."

Gu Zhuo said: "You decide for yourself."

After saying this, he felt the temperature getting increasingly hotter and performed the deduction for the last time.

——It’s not a big problem.

As soon as he thought of this, Gu Zhuo's mind became calm.

Clang!
Don't unsheathe your sword yet.

At the moment the sword met the world, time suddenly slowed down.

Whether it was the surging flames, the giant snake coiled in it, or even the changing expression on the high priest's face, they were all frozen in that moment.

Gu Zhuo's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and blood kept flowing out of his lips.

He didn't bother to wipe it because time flies and must be cherished.

With a clang, he used his toes to push his body and sword forward, crashing into the sea of ​​fire and meeting the green flame wave head-on!

The flame wave that once prevented Zhe Xue from making any progress seemed to be nothing in front of Qie Man. It failed to stop Gu Zhuo for a moment and suddenly split into two.

His true energy was depleted in an instant, then replenished again, and this cycle continued over and over again, torturing his body and meridians - at this moment, Tiandi Heng was pushed to the theoretical peak of this technique and could no longer make any progress.

It was at this moment that time began to flow again, but still very slowly.

The high priest's eyes began to change, which was mainly reflected in the shaking of the light in his eye sockets, indicating that he was aware of the coming danger and was ready to respond.

Gu Zhuo's sleeves caught fire.

The ten-foot distance is already halfway covered.

The hand holding the sword turned a strange blackened color. Perhaps it was because of the too fast speed, it was pulled into a thin line.

There are still three feet left.

Chu Jun came to his senses and prepared to use the last means of saving his life without hesitation - not to let the master of the temple come again, but a talisman.

The blood at the corner of Gu Zhuo's mouth had burned into smoke and flew away.

The giant snake did not panic. It twisted its body, showed its fangs, and bit towards Gu Zhuo's legs.

The last zhang.

The flow of time is becoming more and more normal. Both thoughts and facts come faster and are no longer stuck in a moment. There is freedom.

The high priest's realm corresponds to Wuque, which is much stronger than Gu Zhuo's, so he naturally has more freedom and can do more things.

He quickly retreated because he had recognized what kind of sword it was and refused to allow himself to be within three feet of the blade, as that would have brought him unbearable and heavy consequences.

The giant snake was connected to his left arm and was dragged back, so Fang was closer to Gu Zhuo.

This is the moment of life and death.

Chu Jin looked forward.

A gap was torn in the sea of ​​fire.

Gu Zhuo was in it and was about to be submerged by the flames.

Just then, a stone tower appeared above him.

The fire was immediately extinguished.

Even the light in the high priest's eyes dimmed.

Thus, Chu Jun was able to see the confusion and bewilderment in those cloudy eyes.

Then she saw a bright sword light from it.

fleeting.

A splash of blood and flowers rose up.

The high priest's entire left arm was cut off.

The giant snake had no time to wail before it was evaporated into smoke and disappeared into thin air in the sea of ​​fire.

The winner has not yet been determined.

There were burnt marks on Gu Zhuo's body. Those were the injuries caused by the ghost fire that the San Sheng Tower failed to completely suppress.

The gap between the realms is really too terrifying, like heaven and earth.

Even though he was holding the sword and had the Three Lives Tower to protect him, he still ended up seriously injured.

The high priest looked at him.

Gu Zhuo did not avoid it.

There was a mad look in the high priest's eyes.

He forcibly stopped his retreat, grasped his left arm with his right hand, and did an extremely bloody and terrible thing, throwing it forward.

Like a stone.

Gu Zhuo's eyes changed slightly, and his spiritual consciousness moved again.

Time slows down again at this moment.

When Chu Jun woke up, she heard a loud bang in her ears. Gu Zhuo was retreating faster than when he came. She subconsciously exerted more power with her five fingers, crushing the talisman in her palm in time, letting the aura contained in it cover herself and Gu Zhuo who was crashing into her.

……

……

boom!
As the entire mountain was directly shaken, countless snow fell.

In a very short time, the valley where the battle took place was flooded and filled, with no other color except pale.

After a moment, the high priest crawled out from the snow with an expressionless face.

In his perception, the aura of both Gu Zhuo and the girl no longer existed, as if they had died along with his broken arm.

Not long after, some barbarians came here following the huge noise.

The high priest said nothing and closed his eyes again.

Soon, his already exhausted voice was heard again, accompanied by coughing up blood.

"That man is not dead yet."

"Find him and kill him."

“This is God’s will.”

A deserter asked: "How can we find that person?"

The high priest opened his eyes, and a strange light flashed in his cloudy pupils. He said, "As long as you have not given up your faith, he will appear before you."

After saying this, he refused the help of others and walked alone into the darkness.

……

……

Under the thousands of layers of snow, deep in the cave.

The cave is brand new.

To be more precise, it was smashed out by Gu Zhuo alone.

At this moment, he was in a more miserable state than ever before, his clothes were torn, and his body was covered with burn marks and wounds.

The right hand holding the sword was directly fractured and could only hang limply by the side, unable to even lift it up.

Wait a minute, he is hanging on your waist, the sharpness has been covered.

The Three Lives Tower used his previous life to conceal his aura - otherwise, with the high priest's powerful soul, how could he not sense the existence of the two?
Compared with these two famous divine objects on the list of the most famous objects, Zhexue is undoubtedly much more miserable. The originally bright sword body now has traces of burning, which is shocking and heartbreaking.

"Isn't this why you brought me along?"

A voice sounded beside Gu Zhuo.

Hearing this, he didn't want to speak but found that nodding was more tiring, so he just hummed helplessly.

He said: "I have to find someone to take care of me just in case."

There was light in the depths of the cave; there was fire burning.

From Chu Jun’s fingertips.

The girl looked at Gu Zhuo through the flame, looking at his unreal face, and said seriously: "Why do you still want to waste your true energy to cover up your appearance?"

Gu Zhuo said without thinking: "I am ugly."

Chu Jun was speechless.

"Now how to do?"

She said: "This is also my last resort to save my life."

Before meeting the high priest, she did say something similar, but there was actually an adjective in that sentence - left by the master.

The reason she said this was because she vaguely realized that something unexpected would happen next, and she wanted to use this to mislead the possible enemy.

It turned out that she was right.

If it weren't for her, Gu Zhuo wouldn't have risked his life or death on a single sword and ended the battle in the shortest possible time.

"I couldn't hold on for long."

Chu Jun looked forward, watching the ice and snow pouring into the cave, and warned: "If you can't think of a solution when your true energy is exhausted, we will die here."

Gu Zhuo said: "I will not die."

Chu Jun asked: "What about me?"

"You won't die either."

Gu Zhuo closed his eyes to rest and said weakly, "I will teach you a lot in the next period of time."

Chu Jun was stunned.

Gu Zhuo said: "You can consider this as a reward."

Chu Jun didn't know what to say.

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "I know your master is the abbot. You don't need to repeat this meaningless fact to me, just like you don't need to know who I am."

Chu Jun was silent for a moment and then asked, "Why?"

Gu Zhuo said casually: "I have a deep connection and affection with the Dao Sect that you can hardly imagine. The current situation of the Dao Sect makes me feel sad, and among the younger generation of the Dao Sect, only you are worthy of my attention."

"Since you have decided to take on the responsibility of revitalizing the Dao Sect, don't think about those meaningless things in the next period of time."

There was no emotion in his voice: "When you enter the stage of metamorphosis in the future, you will naturally understand how precious this time is."

Chu Jun stopped talking.

What else is there to say?
Gu Zhuo continued, "Two quarters of an hour. If you don't understand, just ask."

Before Chu Jun could react, a passage from Taoist scriptures was already recited from his mouth.

The scriptures with complex meanings and the strange and difficult-to-read words flow out slowly like water in a mountain stream, and everything is so natural.

Chu Jun didn't have time to be surprised or stunned, his mind was already immersed in it.

When she woke up again, many of the confusions that had lingered in her mind in the past had been resolved.

The extremely complex truths that she once could not understand were like a ball of thread that had been played with by a cat. But now, this ball of thread was restored to its original form in just a few words, revealing its original and truest appearance to her eyes.

What level of attainment in Taoism is this?

Chu Jun looked at Gu Zhuo with extremely complicated eyes, and a strong thought inevitably arose in his mind.

——Master...are your attainments in Taoist scriptures as profound as this person's?
This thought was so outrageous and disrespectful to the master who stood at the highest point in the world, but it inevitably remained in her heart and could not be erased at all.

Gu Zhuo's voice sounded again.

"try it."

He said, "I have never accepted an apprentice, so I am not very good at teaching people. If you are stupid, I will teach you in another way."

Chu Jun nodded slightly, and the true energy in his body began to move.

The flame burning on her fingertips gradually floated outwards, absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth to nourish herself, but it did not dissipate.

Gu Zhuo said: "It's OK."

Chu Jun really wanted to ask what was considered very good, but in the end she asked another question.

"How can I get you away?"

“…I’m not disabled.”

Gu Zhuo stood up, using Qie Man as a crutch, his eyes still closed.

Chu Jun asked, "Just walk out like this?"

Gu Zhuo hummed and said, "Or dig a hole in the ground."

Then, he once again recited a classic from the Taoist Canon and added his own annotations.

This should have been an extremely mentally taxing task, but for him it was easier than eating and drinking, and it didn't require any energy at all.

Chu Jun concentrated on understanding while walking in front to lead the way.

The classics she heard from Gu Zhuo at that moment all focused on how to get along with heaven and earth and make use of the power of all things.

It sounded like there were some hints of Tiandao Sect's meaning in it, but when she thought about it deeply, she felt that it was a boring mistake on her part, because it was definitely not something that could be summarized by one sect or one school.

If we really want to summarize Gu Zhuo's understanding of Taoist canon with a certain sect, perhaps it can only be...Taoism.

When he thought of this, Chu Jun naturally thought of Taoist Yingxu.

This leader of the Tianming Sect, who was killed by His Majesty the Emperor, is said to have a mysterious relationship with the Taoist Master.

Perhaps the scriptures she heard at this moment came from the existence of this relationship?

……

……

Practicing Buddhism is a very difficult thing.

During the long period of time, thousands and millions of repetitions are done just to take a step forward, and many people do not even dare to hope for a breakthrough.

Chu Jun has been like this in the past, and it is still like this today.

She regained the joy she had when she first entered the Tao, and her steps became lighter and no longer difficult.

So Gu Zhuo opened his eyes at some point, looked at the tunnel she had dug out of the frozen soil, sighed and said something.

"Although I'm not crippled, I'm really half disabled now. Can you slow down a bit?"

……

……

Easy water.

Wei Qingci hid his figure in the thick fog and climbed onto the island in the middle of the river.

The back of the old man sitting in the wheelchair fell into his eyes again, and there was no difference from the past.

He said, "Junior Brother Liu is dead."

There was a sound of knocking on the handrail.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Wei Qingci no longer lowered his head, looked at his master's back, and said seriously: "Junior brother died in the wasteland, and he went to the wasteland for me. The reason why I want to go to the wasteland is to break through."

Wang Ji laughed and said, "Listen, you sound like you're blaming me?"

Wei Qingci shook his head and said, "I dare not."

Wang Ji asked, "Words should be like the edge of a sword."

Wei Qingci was silent for a long time, then said seriously: "Master, you should know why I am in a hurry to break through. It is because you are already in your late autumn. This is an ironclad fact."

Wang Ji smiled and said, "Continue."

Wei Qingci said expressionlessly: "The Yishui Sword is different from the Wanjianchi and Chaotianjianque. The purpose is to seek straightness within the three feet of the hand. There is always progress and no retreat. Therefore, it is also the most dangerous path of cultivation in the world."

"If there is no one in the Yuhua realm to guard a road like this, how can the inheritance last long? I'm afraid they would have died in sword fights and vendettas long ago."

He said, "This is what you said to me that year. I think you still remember it, right?"

Wang Ji thought for a while and said, "I haven't forgotten."

Having said this, Wei Qingci slowly walked to the front of the wheelchair and asked, "I am your founding disciple. I have never disobeyed you even once. I want to know why you didn't consider me at all before you acted today? Do you only have your friends in your eyes?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Ji raised his head slightly and looked at his apprentice, smiling and asked, "If I understand correctly, you seem to be blaming me?"

(End of this chapter)