The Word of Heaven

Chapter 259 The overall situation will be decided
Among all the people who have passed away in the world today, people have always had a low opinion of Si Zhu, even though he had personally experienced the magnificent war a hundred years ago. Most people still put him in the same position as the abbot of Changle Temple.

This evaluation is not without reason. The most crucial reason is of course that Si Zhu once had a battle with Yingxu, which ended in a lose-lose situation.

However, this is what he said, but the fact is that Yingxu was still walking the world for the next few decades, and he personally caused countless bloody storms. The Tianming Sect grew stronger and stronger in his hands, and he almost controlled the entire Southern Qi, and even the king had to bow down to him.

In contrast, Si Zhu secluded himself after the battle until last spring.

During this period, the Sky Patrol Department was indeed growing continuously, turning into a behemoth with omnipotent power. The two deputy directors, Pei Jinge and Qing Xiaoyue, shepherded the world for the Qin Emperor and dominated the world for decades, but... what did this have to do with the director?

For most of the past few decades, he has been doing the same thing - seclusion.

The fundamental reason why all the sects and families in the world are frightened by the Sky Patrol Department is the swords and Taoism in the hands of the two deputy directors, as well as the White Emperor, who is undoubtedly the number one person in the world.

Naturally, the boss's evaluation was not high.

But he is a fairy after all.

Then there is a possibility of changing the direction of today's situation.

After Master Si said those three words, he walked towards the Weiyang Palace in the sunshine.

The battle for immortality in front of the Weiyang Palace never stopped because of this, or it could be said that it was difficult for the world to tell the truth and falsehood in it.

His Majesty the Emperor and Master Daoxiu seemed to be still standing on the stairs, maintaining the original distance, but their figures existed in various places at the same time, doing completely different things with different expressions.

Under the eaves, inside the hall.

In the yard, upstairs.

Still under the eaves, and still inside the palace.

It's in the yard, not upstairs.

The whole world seems to be trapped in a unique state here. It still seems to have a real connection with the outside world, but in fact it is separated by a distance like heaven and earth. Countless identical landscapes are presenting different changes. I don’t know whether it is the confusion of time or the disorder of space. It is extremely dizzying.

Ordinary practitioners, let alone getting close, even looking at it for a few more seconds could cause their souls to be shattered and cause serious wounds that are difficult to heal.

If one wants to find a way out of this chaos, even a peerless powerhouse like Master Si who has reached the stage of Nirvana will need some time to do so. It is impossible for him to come directly to the two of them.

Therefore, the two people inside turned a blind eye to the arrival of the Master.

If Dao Xiu's calmness was perhaps because they were on the same side, then the Emperor's confidence was more direct and absolute.

The driver continued to move forward.

His figure vanished silently in the wind, like the disappearance of light and shadow.

The next moment, infinite light shone into his eyes, so bright and blazing that it was unparalleled.

It was the scorching sun at noon.

Standing in front of this light, the master casually stretched out his hand with his palm facing forward.

A fist appeared in front of the palm, and a terrifying force like a huge wave followed, constantly gathering on the tip of the fist.

If this punch really landed on the human world, even the mountains would collapse and the oceans would sink.

However, even such a terrifying fist failed to cause much waves when it landed on the right palm of the Si Lord. At most, it was just a small wave on the sea surface blown up by the wind, which was nothing more than an ordinary scene.

At the same time, Si Zhu's left hand fell behind him, with a dividing line between his index finger and middle finger.

If a blade falls into this boundary, it will no longer be able to move forward.

The most amazing knife in the world, with an unparalleled blade in the world, just stopped there.

The determination to start a prairie fire regardless of life or death was also extinguished at this moment.

The light faded away in the wind.

Pei Jinge gazed at the scorching sun on earth.

Between the two of them is the master.

"To perish together is the most meaningless thing."

The Sizhu's voice sounded gently: "Why die for this?"

Pei Jinge didn't say anything.

Renjian Jiaoyang put down his fist, looked at Sizhu quietly, and his thick brows slowly frowned.

After a while, dozens of streams of blood suddenly spurted out of his body from the wounds that could not be suppressed.

He seemed to be unaware of this and asked indifferently, "What do you want to do?"

The Sizhu smiled and said, "Perhaps even if you break through today, you will not be able to fight again, but I don't like to see unnecessary accidents, so I appear in front of you."

Hearing this, Pei Jinge put away his knife.

Without turning back, the Division Master said to her, "The same goes for this. Today is not the day for you to break through."

There were no injuries on Pei Jinge's body, but her face was extremely white, even transparent.

The corners of her lips slightly raised, and she forced a mocking smile, and asked sarcastically: "Then why don't you let me die with him?"

The Director said honestly: "Even if there is only a slight chance that you can break through and survive, this is a result I am unwilling to bear."

Pei Jinge asked in a slightly cold voice: "Why?"

Si Zhu raised his head slightly, saw the bloody waning moon and the dim sun, and said with a smile: "Because there will never be a more important moment in my life than this day, how can I accept that you will become an accident?"

After saying this, his figure disappeared again, as if he had never appeared.

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Outside the city of God, on that isolated cliff.

Wang Ji’s realm was extremely high, so naturally he could see clearly what had happened during this period of time.

Therefore, he became more and more puzzled, looked at the person next to him, and asked: "Is this the reason why you asked me to wait?"

Gu Zhuo was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This is really beyond my expectations."

Wang Ji said: "So you don't know what he is going to do."

"Well, but..."

Gu Zhuo's eyes were somewhat complicated, and he said: "The reason why Sizhu stood up at this time may be related to Yingxu."

Wang Ji heard this and thought it was ridiculous. He asked in confusion, "Yingxu?"

Gu Zhuo repeated: "Fullness and emptiness."

"Last spring, when I was on my way back to the capital after killing the Supervisor, I had a conversation with the Master."

"Then?"

"The Master thinks Yingxu and his loneliness are quite similar."

Wang Ji stopped talking.

He suddenly recalled the figure of the Master who seemed to be walking on a lonely mountain path not long ago, and seemed to be thinking about something.

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In a deep alley in the capital, Lin Wanyi, Chu Jun and three others stopped.

It’s not because the end of the road is a dead end, but because the Taoist Zizai is slowly walking out from the corner and is entering their eyes.

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Si Zhu appeared in front of Weiyang Palace again.

The final attack that Pei Jinge and Renjian Jiaoyang had put all their strength into was silently dissipated. For him, who had already entered the realm of immortality a hundred years ago, it was not a very troublesome thing, so there was no question of him being injured.

Under the vermilion palace wall, the abbot stood up and did not leave, but silently watched the moving figure.

The master, dressed in a green shirt, stepped into the real battlefield and walked in the chaotic space, his sleeves sometimes rustling and sometimes suddenly falling down.

At some point, there was a hissing sound.

His sleeve seemed to be torn, and wounds appeared on his arm, shallow but real.

The boss didn't care at all.

Walking slowly like this, when he arrived in front of the familiar Weiyang Palace, it seemed as if the Emperor and Daoxiu, who had never left, finally stopped looking at each other and their eyes fell on him one after another.

In fact, the most terrifying battle in the world is still going on in reality.

The first person to speak was not Dao Xiu, but His Majesty the Emperor. "I thought you wouldn't show up until the very end."

This sentence also did not avoid anyone.

So people clearly noticed a detail: in the words, the White Emperor referred to himself not as "朕" but as "我".

The Chief looked towards the Emperor, bowed, and said with emotion: "Before I make a real decision, I really don't know what I want to do, and in this waiting process, many things that I don't want to see often happen."

Dao Xiu said: "Now that you are here, you will understand."

"good."

The director smiled and said, "There must be an answer to everything."

Dao Xiu said: "If I heard correctly, you told the master that you want to save people, save people all over the world."

The boss still smiled, nodded and said, "Not bad."

Dao Xiu looked at him and said meaningfully, "Many people in this world think that my hands are covered in blood and that I really don't look like a monk, but in many cases, cruelty is often the greatest mercy."

The boss did not respond.

He turned around and said to His Majesty the Emperor: "I listened carefully to what you said earlier and thought about it for a long time."

The Emperor said with some regret, "If you hadn't been in seclusion for the past few years, you would have known all this."

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Upon hearing these words, the abbot's expression at the distant palace wall suddenly changed.

It was not until this moment that he realized that everything that happened today was unknown to the Director beforehand, and he immediately felt extremely puzzled.

The Lord Si used Wuyou Mountain as a chess piece and chose to stand on the side of the various sects and families. Everyone thought that the reason he did this was because he disagreed with the White Emperor's plan, but the truth was that he was not aware of this.

Then why did he put himself in opposition to His Majesty the Emperor?
Why does returning to old age have such a heavy impact?
When he thought of this, the master of the temple felt extremely uneasy.

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The conversation in front of Weiyang Palace continued.

The Director said calmly, "It will all be known eventually, so it doesn't matter whether it's sooner or later."

His Majesty the Emperor looked at him and asked, "How is it?"

This question is not only about the decision of the boss, but also about the view on the future.

That was the prosperous era of the Great Qin, and it was also the time when the world belonged to me, the only emperor for all eternity.

The boss gave his own answer.

“I believe that’s a great future.”

He said, "Just as your majesty said before, the sects and families can never stop their greedy desires, and they never realize that there is an end to the world and that it is impossible to move forward forever. If they are allowed to grow, the final result can only be destruction."

Dao Xiu didn't say anything.

Everything that needs to be said has been said.

Moreover, every practitioner who reaches the state of enlightenment has his own persistence after making his own decision, and it is not uncommon to die for it.

His Majesty the Emperor was also silent.

It was not because the battle between him and Daoxiu was still going on in various places outside the Weiyang Palace, but because he knew clearly that every word spoken by the current Sizhu was to express his own views, rather than seeking explanations and rebuttals from others.

The chief looked up at the sky and said, "Letting a truly wise monarch exercise absolute dictatorship without being restricted by various selfish desires is the most beneficial decision for all living beings."

Daoxiu understood the meaning of the words and felt very sorry.

The chief minister said to him: "Compared to this, what your majesty insists on is the true great compassion."

That's the decision.

Daoxiu was the greatest Zen master of his time. He had read countless Buddhist scriptures during his life of practice. Even though he was indifferent to debates, he still had thousands of brilliant ideas in his mind.

At this time, the monk had a lot to say and could explain the word compassion, but in the end he only said one very confusing sentence to His Majesty the Emperor.

"As expected, you are still not as strong as he was back then, because you are not alone."

There was silence in front of the Weiyang Palace.

The master of the temple was walking out of the shadow cast by the vermilion palace wall.

Not leaving, but moving forward.

The strong premonition in Dao's heart kept telling him that the next moment might be the one that would determine the future of the human world.

His only choice was to return to Weiyang Palace again, as the last Taoist to ascend to heaven.

Daoxiu looked calm.

The monk, who still looked young, raised his head and plucked a ray of sunlight with his fingertips, as if picking up a flower.

His eyes were still bright, revealing a warmth that was heart-touching and contained the greatest beauty in the world.

He looked at His Majesty the Emperor and smiled, "Come on."

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The whole God was silent.

This silence was like an invisible tide, spreading to the entire world in an instant, reaching every corner.

As a result, people living under the sky had a vague feeling that something big was about to happen that would determine their fate, and they looked up to the sky with disappointment.

In Yuangou Temple, the monk Wugui climbed out of the ruins.

The little monk did not die. Someone protected him at the most dangerous moment and he was only slightly injured.

He looked at the ruined Buddhist temple in front of him with a confused look on his face, not knowing what to do.

Do you want to cry?

Or silence?

Countless identical scenes occurred in various places in the world, and finally, following an invisible destiny, appeared in the pagoda forest of Cihang Temple.

The Yuanmie Mirror stood above the stone pagoda, and the images were rotating on its surface, with golden scriptures emerging from the void.

In the end, all of this is integrated into the mirror of fate.

A beam of light rose from it, sank into the sky, and spread thousands of miles in an instant.

Falling from the capital of gods.

At the same time, there was a slight sound.

Outside the pagoda forest, the old monks of Cihang Temple were in tears and could not bear to look closely.

That is the mirror of fate that is constantly breaking into pieces.

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Outside the city of Shendu, the abbot stopped.

She slowly loosened her hands, letting the almost broken rosary fly towards the Weiyang Palace, as a token of her devotion.

In front of Weiyang Palace.

Daoxiu caught the string of Buddhist beads that broke through the air and placed it in his palm.

The Buddha's light from the Yuanmie Mirror fell on him at the same time, making his young face rapidly old and countless wrinkles appear on his entire body in an instant.

However, in the next moment, all these traces disappeared without a trace.

Daoxiu is still that young monk.

His breath no longer weakened, and in this instant it returned to its peak, and even went a step further.

This is undoubtedly the last resort of Zen.

It was also his last dying struggle.

(End of this chapter)