The Word of Heaven

Chapter 306 Different paths

The White Emperor walked into the lightless abyss, letting the darkness surge in and ignoring the dangerous, damp and cold aura contained in it. His clothes were not wrinkled at all, and he approached the ruined dojo that had long been shattered with indifference.

As he got closer, the darkness as thick as ink suddenly began to tremble violently, and extremely harsh friction sounds continued to ring out. At some point, after a slight sound, countless thin lines suddenly appeared in the world in front of him, and the edges gradually emitted bright silver-like light, which was extremely sharp.

Not a fight back, but self-destruction.

After that autumn, the fact that the Demon Lord had left a Taoist temple deep in Yunmengze was no longer a secret to the strongest people standing at the highest point in the world.

However, until tonight, this ruined Taoist temple has continued to exist safely under the vast lake water for several years. This is related to the fact that the Taoist master's inheritance has been proven to be false, but more importantly, practitioners who have undergone enlightenment cannot get even one step closer.

From the initial cold darkness that seeped deep into the soul, to the self-destructive rules of the dojo after suffering from pressure that exceeded the limit, even a peerless powerhouse like Dao Xiu still found it difficult to enter this ruined dojo without causing any noise.

During those years, the world was in a state of ups and downs, and the relationship between the Qin court and Zen Buddhism was no longer close. Instead of wasting energy on a dilapidated temple, why not focus on Gu Zhuo himself?
Due to various reasons, this place remains as deserted and deserted after decades of ups and downs.

The White Emperor looked at the countless silver lines that spread across the world before him.

In the horrific scene of the destroyed dojo, his figure was undoubtedly insignificant, and even the movement of raising his head seemed so humble.

But when he took just one look, the aura of heaven and earth suddenly became still, condensed, and condensed. Countless silver threads lost their previous colors and broke into pieces. Greatness and insignificance also lost their definitions.

The White Emperor withdrew his gaze and walked forward.

The world was no longer pitch black. The moonlight shone faintly through the lake, lingering inside and outside the ruined Taoist temple. The scene was quite magnificent.

He turned around and looked back at the road he came from, and what came into view was a cliff.

When the temple was opened that autumn, thousands of acres of lake water fell along the stone wall, forming a waterfall.

Today, the place is still filled with lake water, but the magical thing is that the White Emperor is clearly in it but he feels like he is walking on land, as if he has stepped into another parallel world.

There was a hint of nostalgia in the White Emperor's eyes.

More than a hundred years ago, when he fought with the Taoist Master on Xuandu, he was shocked by a similar scene and marveled at the indescribable mystery of his Taoist magic powers.

Even today, a hundred years later, when he saw this scene again, he still admired it from the bottom of his heart.

So, this was the change he had anticipated.

During this recollection, the White Emperor casually snapped his fingers.

There was a soft snap.

Countless bubbles were born in the water, burst one after another, and the lake water disappeared without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing on real land, only a hundred feet away from the ruins of the broken Taoist temple.

The White Emperor walked forward.

Compared with the past, there is no change here due to the passage of time, it still looks the same as before.

The White Emperor didn't walk very fast. He would stop from time to time and look around.

This is thinking, but also learning.

Only a very few people in the world knew that although his temperament seemed casual enough to talk to ordinary people, he was actually extremely proud and conceited, and even gave rise to a gentle appearance because of this.

The only person who is truly qualified to make him show this attitude is none other than the Taoist Master.

This Taoist temple is the key to the Taoist master's resurrection. It has haunted Yingxu for nearly a hundred years. It is unknown how much hard work of countless Taoist masters and elders has been condensed in it.

If resurrection from the dead is a miracle itself, then this temple can certainly be called a wonder.

In the past, he was busy with various mundane affairs and could not come, but now how could he not take a closer look?

It was unknown how long it had been, perhaps half an hour, or perhaps even longer, before the White Emperor finally arrived in front of the dilapidated Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple has become a ruin, but the meaning that remains in it has not dissipated and can be felt.

That was Yu Sheng's anger and Pei Jinge's blade.

The White Emperor was silent for a moment, then waved his sleeves.

The collapsed bricks and stones, following some force, began to return to their original positions, regaining their old appearance.

During this process, the dojo was shaking constantly, as if it would collapse at any time.

Finally, peace came.

There was a hint of weariness in the White Emperor's eyes.

In the past spring and early summer, he walked silently and alone in the world, searching for all the traces left by Gu Zhuo to deduce and calculate, all for this moment.

Even though he had made so many preparations, restoring the old Taoist temple while maintaining its integrity was still an extremely difficult task.

"You realized it that night."

Just before entering the old Taoist temple, the White Emperor suddenly said, "Otherwise, why would there be another ruin here?"

It was quiet in front of the Taoist temple.

Who are you talking to?

The White Emperor crossed the threshold and stepped inside.

There are dozens or even a hundred candles left in the temple, scattered in every corner.

The candles were not lit at the moment, standing there quietly, looking like coffins, emitting an extremely cold atmosphere without any eerie meaning.

“It’s not reincarnation.”

The White Emperor looked at the candles and said calmly, "After all, you really don't like Zen."

Then his eyes fell on the blood-red and wildly growing maple tree, his brows slowly knitted together, and he said to himself: "Is it natural to wait for the daylight to torment, or is it already accomplished and waiting for a glimmer of light to appear?"

Every word he said expressed his confusion.

Reincarnation seems to be a continuation of the previous life, but in fact there is a huge difference, and there is a fundamental difference in cause and effect.

Gu Zhuo's resurrection was as if he had not died in Xuandu, but had just been seriously injured and hibernated for a long time, thus allowing himself to radiate new vitality.

This is the most reasonable explanation, but the White Emperor does not think it is true. There must be an important reason that he has not discovered.

That was why he had come to this old tomb.

The White Emperor walked to the maple tree.

The dean of Cheung Chau Academy once died sitting under a tree.

From a certain perspective, it seems unlucky to be standing here.

He was very clear about this matter, but it didn't matter. He had infinite confidence in himself, so how could he be afraid of such a past?
What the White Emperor has to do is very simple.

Refine this ruined dojo.

Excluding the method that the barbarians came up with at the cost of countless blood sacrifices, under normal circumstances, there are only two paths for practitioners to enter the realm of Nirvana.

The first is to achieve one's own supernatural powers in the state of unity, and then successfully cultivate a Taoist field in the state of enlightenment, using this as a foundation to continuously improve and refine oneself, which has been regarded as the orthodox method by countless people for thousands of years.

The second is to use the predecessors' teachings to achieve one's own realm - the biggest flaw of this method is that it is impossible to stand at the same level as the predecessors, but it is undoubtedly much easier than the first method, and is more suitable for the sect as a legacy.

——The master of the temple and the head of the Tiandao Sect a hundred years ago both achieved immortality through the second method.

Both Emperor Bai and Bai Nanming took the first path.

On the day of the winter solstice, after the bells rang, the queen asked him for the second option.

The Qin Dynasty has been established for a thousand years, but the Bai family's heritage is more than a thousand years old. He does have a way to satisfy the Queen's request.

But he did not love the queen.

To the White Emperor, it was just a useful and interesting rag.

That was all. The only person in this world who was truly qualified to affect his emotions and make him compromise and give in had said goodbye to him one day in the late winter, and left and never returned.

Thinking about this, the White Emperor felt tired.

He reached out and plucked a blood-red maple leaf, as if he could see the knife light from years ago in the veins of the leaf. He was silent for a while and said, "That's it."

After saying these four words, he began to formally refine this dojo and search for the secret of resurrection from the dead.

as well as.

Paving the way for the Queen to ascend to heaven.

……

……

No one knows what happened in Yunmengze, which is exactly the same as the incident on Baidi Mountain.

The eunuch leader could not imagine that the person he was worried about was doing such a ridiculous thing, so after thinking it over again and again, he finally decided to leave and guard the formation materials instead of staying by the lake.

This made Gu Zhuo's plan go smoothly.

Yes, it went smoothly.

In his deduction and calculation, he never thought of asking Pei Jinge to go first and get all the necessary materials. Instead, he decided from the very beginning to use the most direct and brutal method to fill the gaps in the formation.

All the rare and precious treasures used for spiritual practice in this world, whether they come from the wilderness mountains or the depths of the East China Sea, or even buried deep in the desert, are essentially the same.

That is, certain things, after being influenced by the aura of heaven and earth for a long period of time, acquire a magical quality that is different from ordinary things.

Practitioners can use these things to more truly perceive the Tao rhythm contained in them, which will add fuel to their practice.

As far as formations are concerned, Taoist materials play a similar role as firewood.

The key to maintaining and repairing the formation lies in how to replace the firewood in it.

Once you understand this, everything will fall into place.

With Gu Zhuo's attainments in Taoism, he can definitely summon the aura required for a formation and make it work.

Unfortunately, he is just an ordinary person now.

Therefore, Gu Zhuo had only the stupid method to use - using additional formations as an aid to transform the special energy of heaven and earth required by the Baidi Mountain formation.

He borrowed all living beings from Yu Sheng and drew hundreds and thousands of lines on the ground outside the stone house.

These lines intertwine with each other to form extremely complex patterns, which ultimately form a formation diagram.

Yu Sheng and Pei Jinge followed behind him, following his considerations, thoughts and words, injecting their own true energy into those lines, leaving very faint marks, waiting for the moment to be triggered.

Something that is boring, uninteresting, tedious in repetition and does not allow the slightest error.

Gu Zhuo couldn't help but feel tired because of this.

It was as if the White Emperor was also tired of him.

Tonight, the two most outstanding practitioners in the past thousand years were exhausted by the questions left by each other.

What’s interesting is that although they were spending the same time together and knew nothing about this, they always frowned at certain moments and fell into deep thought, realizing that no matter how sufficient the preparations were, there would still be unexpected problems.

From a certain perspective, this was undoubtedly the second official confrontation between the two men after a hundred years.

It's a pity that no one knows.

Only God knows.

"Take a short break?" Yu Sheng's voice sounded, with a hint of concern.

"Um……"

Gu Zhuo paused, shook his head and said, "No."

He looked up at the distant sky, and what he saw was still the thick and lingering darkness, without a trace of light.

The world is darkest just before dawn.

This means that he doesn't have much time left.

Pei Jinge asked, "How much more is left?"

Gu Zhuo looked back.

No matter how dark the night was, it did not hinder his vision. Countless lines were reflected in his eyes, various patterns emerged in his sea of ​​consciousness, and then real changes began to take place.

After Pei Jinge and Yu Sheng's true essence was injected into the secondary formation, it bloomed with different colors, and then sank into those thicker lines like water. In a time of no more than seven breaths, they connected together, filling the last gap in the circle of the large formation.

This is the ideal situation.

"almost."

Gu Zhuo retracted his gaze, looked at the blank space in front of him and said, "There are only a few left."

As he spoke, he carried the living beings that were gradually becoming heavy and continued to engrave the formation patterns.

Pei Jinge frowned slightly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you didn't leave any room for error for yourself."

Gu Zhuo said: "This is the fastest way, and..."

At this point, he suddenly didn't know how to explain.

Yu Sheng took over the conversation and said softly: "He believes in this world."

"Yes."

Gu Zhuo added the final stroke to the battle formation diagram with his iron spears, and said seriously, "This is a fact I have never doubted."

Pei Jinge couldn't understand this kind of belief.

Even though she still clearly remembered what happened in Cangzhou City, she still felt that this sentence was too bizarre and arrogant at the moment when her realm was completely lost, but in the end she said nothing.

Yu Sheng handed a pot of water to Gu Zhuo and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

Gu Zhuo asked, "Is there any wine?"

Yu Sheng hummed.

Gu Zhuo took the wine from her hand and took a sip. His body, already wet with sweat, felt even hotter.

Just at this moment, a very faint light appeared in the sky.

The sound of crows followed.

"That sounds really unlucky."

Pei Jinge looked at the flock of crows and changed the subject for unknown reasons, saying, "The summer festival is about to begin."

Gu Zhuo was slightly startled, thinking back to that morning four years ago, and said with emotion: "Why does it seem so far away now?"

"Of course it's far away."

Yu Sheng's voice was as clear as water: "Xia Ji is in Shendu, and we are in Baidi Mountain. We are nearly a thousand miles apart, and you are a loser who is so tired that you can't even lift a gun to catch your breath."

Pei Jinge was quite surprised and thought that this sentence was a bit too sharp.

Gu Zhuo didn't care, he smiled and said, "Sorry."

"let's start."

He put away his smile and walked towards the center of thousands of lines, ready to greet the arrival of the truth in the approaching morning light.

(End of this chapter)