The Word of Heaven

Chapter 321 Apocalypse
"Then kill him first."

Yu Sheng's voice was as calm as water, and his eyes showed no change, which made people feel peaceful.

Gu Zhuo said: "Yes."

Having said that, he still couldn't help but sigh, feeling that this matter was too troublesome.

How could a figure like the founder of the Tiandao Sect be compared to Master Guangyuan and that beautiful Taoist nun?

What happened a hundred years ago is enough to prove that this ancestor is still powerful - no matter what situation he is in now.

"I gotta Feeling……"

Gu Zhuo looked toward the northern sky and suddenly said, "I have met the ancestor before."

Yu Shengmo frowned.

“It’s not a feeling.”

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said seriously: "It's true."

Yu Sheng looked at him without saying anything, knowing that this sentence referred to this life.

During this period of less than ten years, these two legendary figures who occupied an important position in the Tiandao Sect and even in the entire history of cultivation actually met once.

Gu Zhuo looked up at the sky full of stars, letting the watery starlight sink into his eyes, washing away his fatigue, and remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly closed his eyes and said softly, "But I can't remember when I met the ancestor."

Yu Sheng did not hug her again, giving her meaningless warmth.

She returned to the hall and came out after a while with a hairband to tidy up Gu Zhuo's messy black hair that had been messed up during his crime of betraying his teacher and ancestors.

The night breeze blew gently, and a few strands of hair playfully brushed against her cheeks, bringing a slight itch.

"Massy hair is a problem, and whether you tie it up or simply cut it and shave it, it's a solution to the problem."

Yu Sheng said calmly: "The problem your ancestor encountered has surfaced. He has not yet ascended to heaven, but still wants to ascend to heaven."

She quietly looked at her craftsmanship, nodded with satisfaction, and said softly, "Take this as an assumption, and think about things in the simplest way. Whether your ancestor made you suffer heavenly punishment or reunited with you who had resurrected after a hundred years, it was all for the sake of transcendence. Use these two words as the core to radiate, confirm all the possibilities that exist, and what remains is the truth."

Gu Zhuo agreed with this view.

"Just wait until tomorrow."

Yu Sheng said, "I'll go with you to the Tiandao Sect's library and look through all the related Daoist scriptures. There may be clues in them."

It's a very simple truth. After the Taoist sect was defeated by Xuandu a hundred years ago, the Tiandao Sect fell into a state of closing the mountains and became isolated from the world.

The identity of the young Taoist has been confirmed to be Xuan Shu, so accepting disciples has become nonsense. In other words, Chu Jun and Lin Qianshui are very likely to be the first group of people to officially enter Xuandu in the past hundred years - the temple master does not count.

During this hundred years of solitude, Xuan Shu must have had countless thoughts in his loneliness, and those sages and ancestors must have also had many extravagant fantasies in their regret and remorse. These extravagant hopes and thoughts would more or less be related to heaven and transcendence, and there is a possibility that they would be recorded in the book.

Writing books and biographies is one of the best ways to leave one's name in history. Even though those who died at Gu Zhuo's hands have already left their names in the world, who would think that is too much?
"Then we'll each look after ourselves."

Yu Sheng looked at Gu Zhuo and said, "We can discuss this with each other in the end."

Gu Zhuo said hello.

Then he felt that it was not enough, but he couldn't think of the right words - if a husband and wife insisted on saying thank you, it would be too awkward.

"I'll make breakfast tomorrow," he said.

"Can you cook?"

Yu Sheng's voice was a little hesitant, not as crisp and clear as before.

It was clearly something more important to her, however absurd it might be.

Gu Zhuo was speechless and said, "If I don't know how to cook, how can Pei Jinge's cooking be delicious? Of course it's because I know how to cook, and I'm good at giving guidance in this area."

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Pei Jinge, who was far away in Cihang Temple, did not deny it.

After the fall, she followed the White Emperor's order and led the Sky Patrol to the Zen Buddhist ancestral temple, where she had several meetings and long talks with the monks in the temple.

During the conversation, both parties are trying hard to reach a consensus on the ownership of the fragments of the Yuanmie Mirror. Unfortunately, the progress in a short period of time is not very obvious. Now it remains at the most basic negotiation stage with no signs of success.

At the end of the Weiyang Palace Incident, Daoxiu and the White Emperor reached a consensus that Zen Buddhism could survive in the world - under this premise, it was really inconvenient for the officials of the Qin Dynasty to exert real pressure at the negotiating table and give life and death threats, while the monks seemed to have already prepared to face difficult times.

If Pei Jinge had not come in person and put heavy pressure on Cihang Temple to face the threat of death, the monks today would have been much more calm.

The tense atmosphere enveloped the entire temple, and together with the fog, it blocked the starlight, making it difficult for the Stone Master who was picking flowers in the mountains to smile, let alone greet the moment when the flowers bloomed.

In fact, Pei Jinge did not participate much in the relevant discussions.

After entering Cihang Temple, she went to the meditation room where Gu Zhuochang had lived in the past, and ordered someone to bring Buddhist scriptures for her to read.

This kind of time lasted for a long time, until today.

Two people came to visit. Pei Jinge would not agree at first, but later changed his mind because of the name.

One of them was Xie Yinglian, and the other was Chu Jun.

"She wants to see her master."

Xie Yinglian bowed to Pei Jinge and said, "And I can't think of any reason not to help."

Pei Jin Ge held the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, his eyes never moving upwards, and asked casually, "Who am I?"

Chu Jun turned his head and looked at Xie Yinglian, not knowing what to say.

After leaving Qingjing Temple, she decided to meet Gu Zhuo. Of course, the reason was not entirely because of Wang Jingshuo's letter, but because she had too many questions in her heart that needed to be answered.

It's ironic that as the Taoist master's only living disciple, she is actually no different from other people in essence - unless Gu Zhuo shows up on his own initiative, there is no way to contact her.

This was probably beyond General Wang's expectations.

Later one day, Chu Jun met Xie Yinglian by chance.

The two men met but were not happy with each other, so they inevitably fought, and the outcome was a draw.

It was hard to tell who would win or lose, as both were rational people, so they talked naturally and got to know each other's thoughts.

Yes, it was Xie Yinglian’s idea to come to Cihang Temple to meet Pei Jinge.

Faced with the current problem, of course it is up to her to solve it.

"You are Gu Zhuo's best friend."

Xie Yinglian said seriously: "I think this is a fact known to the world."

Pei Jinge said without even looking up: "You want me to be a traitor?"

Xie Yinglian said sincerely, "You misunderstood."

Pei Jinge put down the scripture in his hand, looked at the two girls who were still considered young, and said, "If I remember correctly, you are not Lin Wanyi."

Chu Jun was slightly startled when he heard this, thinking that this was a bit too strange.

"Since it's not..."

Pei Jinge said indifferently: "Why are you saying these things to me and trying to get me to help you?"

Xie Yinglian didn't seem surprised by this and gave a strong answer.

"We can solve your current troubles for you, which will be enough for you to continue to be a loyal minister of the Qin court. You just need to tell Chu Jun and me where the Taoist master is now."

The Zen room was quiet.

Pei Jinge looked at Chu Jun who was stunned, smiled and said, "Okay."

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"Is this your approach?"

"Didn't your master's good friend agree?"

"The White Emperor is Master's greatest enemy." "I think you can have more confidence in him. The Yuanmie Mirror couldn't do anything to your Master before it was broken into pieces, so what difference does it make if it falls into the hands of the White Emperor?"

"Do you believe this yourself?"

"To be honest, of course I don't believe it, so the real reason I have to convince you is another one."

"This is your last chance."

"The Taoist Master doesn't like monks. He had a lot of unhappy things with the monks at Cihang Temple that year. As his only direct disciple now, since you are here, what's wrong with you having a bad time with the monks?"

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Chu Jun was speechless.

Xie Yinglian smiled sweetly.

Chu Jun was silent for a moment and said, "You are really sick."

Xie Yinglian naturally wouldn't be angry. He just thought that the master and disciple were exactly the same, which was quite interesting.

"correct."

She suddenly thought of something and said, "Have you been to Xuandu?"

Chu Jun nodded and said, "What's wrong?"

Xie Yinglian raised his eyebrows and said, "I have listened to the rain under the eaves of Qingjing Temple and watched the mountains greet the sun from behind Xuandu Hall. Which sect are you now considered a disciple of?"

Sect affiliation has always been one of the things that practitioners care about most.

It is unprecedented for a disciple like Chu Jun to have two masters.

Not to mention that her master is the most amazing being in this world.

This question is of course difficult to answer, as it is filled with Xie Yinglian’s malice.

Chu Jun did not remain silent or hesitate, and replied calmly: "I am from the Taoist sect."

Xie Yinglian clapped his hands sincerely and said, "Now you have even more reason to be at odds with Cihang Temple."

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Xuandu is isolated from the world, and the years are naturally peaceful.

After that night, Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng walked into the library and began to read the classics therein.

Lin Qianshui was extremely surprised, but she always knew how to behave, so she naturally didn't ask what the two were doing.

This went on for several days, and one morning she took a walk outside the ancestral hall on a whim, and was shocked to discover in the morning light that the young Taoist had died.

Countless thoughts flooded into her mind, bringing indescribable shock and astonishment.

This time, Lin Qianshui finally couldn't keep calm anymore and asked Gu Zhuo about this matter. She got an answer that made her silent for dozens of hours.

——It’s just betraying your teacher and ancestors, no need to think too much about it.

In short, during this uneventful time, Yu Sheng's plan was gradually implemented.

There were indeed many more classic books in the library, all of which Gu Zhuo had never seen before.

Perhaps because the ancestors of the Tiandao Sect were overly cautious after the defeat in Xuandu, there are not many texts about the realm of immortality left in those classics. It can even be said that there are very few, and most of them are scattered in the corners.

This is why these words are even more valuable.

——If the emotions were not extremely strong, to the point where you think about it day and night and dream about it but dare not express it easily, why would you leave a record in this way in a secret corner?
This mentality is easy to understand, the only problem is that these problems are extremely difficult to find.

If Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng were not both the most outstanding practitioners, it might take them several years or even more than ten years to create a technique from scratch, just like an ordinary practitioner.

Time passes so quietly and silently.

The autumn of the forty-first year of Zhengsheng passed, and winter came.

This is a warm winter that we haven't seen in decades.

It is still snowing in the north, but it is no longer so cold. The south has welcomed more than twenty days of sunshine, and the warmth hidden in the wind makes people think that spring has arrived early... Countless eyes of admiration and awe are gathered in the capital of gods. People recall the words that the White Emperor once said, and they are feeling deeply happy about it.

People believed that the White Emperor had succeeded and that the world would be as beautiful as spring all year round.

At this time, the Qin court finally promulgated a new era name.

——Revelation.

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The various countries are preparing to pay tribute.

All the clans bowed their heads and submitted to him.

The Taoist sect remained silent.

Wan Jian Chi was still holding on to his pride and was unwilling to submit to Chao Tian Jian Que, which caused chaos within the sect. It was said that the snow was covered in blood from the flying swords, and it was as cruel as a painting.

Zen could no longer remain deaf and dumb.

There are more and more discussions in Cihang Temple about the whereabouts of the fragments of the Yuanmie Mirror. The monks' attitudes are constantly wavering, but for the sake of inheritance or face, they always refuse.

So Chu Jun and Xie Yinglian stood up in the deep night.

The solution the latter came up with was very simple and could easily be described as crude.

To be precise, it is one word.

--steal.

This is how Xie Yinglian explained to Pei Jinge, and it left Chu Jun dumbfounded.

"The reason why Cihang Temple refused to hand over the fragments of the Fate-Mieting Mirror is simply because they lacked a suitable reason. Then who in the world is more suitable than Chu Jun to take the blame?"

"Aren't monks best at pretending to be deaf and dumb? Then let them continue to pretend, let Chu Jun and I steal most of the things, and let the Taoist sect take the blame in the end."

"That's the best way."

"You have accomplished the task. His Majesty has gotten what he wanted, Chu Jun can go find his master, and the bald donkeys have also saved their face."

"Everyone is happy."

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There is no hustle and bustle of the human world in Xuandu.

The snow fell again and again, the eaves of the palace had long been dyed pure white, and the world seemed lonely.

One day, Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng had finished reading all the classics that had been added to the library over the past hundred years. However, the two did not start a conversation immediately. Instead, they immersed themselves in their sea of ​​consciousness to organize their insights.

Therefore, Lin Qianshui has taken on the responsibility of handling trivial matters in recent days, such as cooking, making tea and lighting lamps.

One afternoon, the snow stopped and the sun rose.

Gu Zhuo woke up from his meditation.

Thousands of book pages were scattered and piled up on the old black wooden boards of the library like waves, somewhat similar to the unmelted snow outside the building.

He raised his head and looked at Yu Sheng, who had already woken up, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

“You’re faster than me?”

"Ah."

Yu Sheng picked up the teacup and took a sip of the warm tea.

Then, she said as a matter of course: "If you see something you don't understand, don't read it. If you think there is a problem, then think carefully about it. If I read slower than you, then am I illiterate?"

(End of this chapter)