Ambition
Southern border, Xiaoling Mountain.
The Master dropped a piece.
"The last sword is done."
Heaven attacks heaven, and earth attacks heaven.
And, man attacks heaven.
Xingyun glanced at the five white pieces connected in a row, lifted up the sleeve of his monk's robe, and picked up the pieces on the chessboard one by one and put them into the chess box.
He asked: "Who cut down this sword?"
The Master stroked his beard and shook his head: "No one."
No one
The Master continued, "This sword was originally meant to belong to Changxia, but she didn't want it. She said at the time that the world belonged to all living things, and that people were all different. No one could represent her, and she wouldn't represent anyone."
Xingyun was stunned by what he heard, "How arrogant."
The master knocked the chess pieces and laughed, "She has been like this since she was a child. You have never seen her being indulged by Zuo Qin and becoming lawless..."
The Master was suddenly taken aback.
That seemed like a long time ago.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be only a hundred years.
A hundred years is a life span for ordinary people, but for immortal cultivators, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye, the world has changed dramatically. Among those old friends who I thought would never be lost, only Qian Xiangyi is left.
And it was time for him, Qian Xiangyi, and Cang Xuan to say goodbye.
He asked Xingyun: "Haven't you thought about it yet?"
Xingyun said: "Consideration only takes a moment, but saying goodbye takes a long time."
He picked up the last chess piece and put it into the chess box, closed the lid, and then reached out and collected the chess box on Xun Ansheng's side in the center of the chessboard.
"Master, let's end today's game here."
It was time for him to read the scriptures.
Xun Ansheng suddenly said: "Go read those miscellaneous books of yours again"
"no."
Xingyun replied: "I just want to learn more principles."
In the past, an old monk broke things down and explained them to him, but he refused to listen. Now he can only discern a ray of truth from the vast sea of Confucian classics, histories, and essays.
The Master sneered, "There is no truth in this world."
He seems to be saying this a lot lately. Xun Ansheng thought to himself, it's like he's possessed.
Xingyun smiled and said, "You are a rare and insightful person, but I have a thousand doubts. I have to rely on myself to find the answers. But even if I can't solve my doubts, it is always helpful to read more about the thoughts of the predecessors."
He looked at the Bodhi tree outside the window. It was still stormy outside, but not even a leaf was shaking here.
Most of the monks in the temple and Luhu students have rushed to the front line, leaving only a few old and weak people here to guard the mountain gate.
Xiaoling Mountain, which has always been a popular place, rarely feels so desolate.
A rare depression.
He turned around and asked, "Master, when will it end?"
Xun Ansheng looked at him calmly with his old eyes and said, "Follow your heart and do what you want."
Xingyun sighed.
It seems that I can’t read today’s book.
The young Zen master raised his right hand with three fingers pointing to the sky.
"I, the humble monk Xingyun, in the name of the second generation Zen master of Xiaoling Mountain, make a great vow: I wish to be like the spring breeze and autumn rain, cleansing the resentment of the world, without stopping for a day or a day."
His voice could even be described as gentle, calm, as if he was discussing today's weather.
The wind without cause blew up, sweeping across the entire Xiaoling Mountain in an instant. The Buddhist practice of cause and effect, and the accumulation of Xiaoling Mountain's thousands of years of inheritance, were all consumed the moment he finished speaking.
Xingyun was also completely consumed.
This ambition is too big for him to handle.
Xun Ansheng closed his eyes.
He didn't bring Akui with him this time, so what he did today was a bad thing.
"Why bother coming here?"
The hypocrisy of intellectuals is nothing more than this.
The Master watched coldly from the sidelines. The young monk was so determined to give away everything that he could barely maintain himself.
Xingyun smiled and said, "Monks don't tell lies."
It is said to be spring breeze and autumn rain, and it is indeed spring breeze and autumn rain.
No one can afford to sacrifice an entire world, not even Changxia.
There's no reason to let her bear the burden alone.
He looked up at the blue sky with the sun hanging high in the sky, and there was the person he was thinking about.
"Old monk, you've got the wrong person. I've ruined my entire family."
Everything was silent, and no one responded.
Xun Ansheng closed his eyes and also imitated Xingyun, swearing by pointing three fingers to the sky.
"I, Xun Ansheng of Luhu Lake, have been a teacher for a thousand years. Now I wish to plan for the future generations for millions of years, to stay in the late day forever, to educate the beasts who eat raw meat and drink blood, to cross the sea of suffering for eternity, and to sail the boundless boat of learning."
Another oath was made, and under the witness of heaven and earth, with Xun Ansheng as the beam, the two worlds of Cang Xuan Chi Zhou began to merge as if they were strung together by a silk thread.
Even the accumulation of ten thousand years at Xiaoling Mountain is not enough. The cause and effect of one world can only be borne by another world.
So he brought Chi Zhouhai in.
Destroy one world and bring in another, this is the coming and going.
At this moment in the Chi Zhou Sea, countless monsters felt something in their hearts, stepped out of their homes, and looked up.
That is——
sun!
An inexplicable sadness suddenly welled up in my heart.
After 60,000 years of wandering and 10,000 years of war, the sun finally rose again from the coastline of the Chi Zhou Sea.
In the center of the Chi Zhou Sea Monster King's hall, the deer monster named Qingya stood beside his majesty.
He said, "Even a moment of daylight is enough for us to fight with all our might. Whether it's the name Eternal Day or Late Day, it indicates that chasing the sun is an instinct born from our shattered homeland."
He stretched out his hand and drew a magic circle. Cang Xuan's magic circle technique was much more advanced than Chi Zhouhai's from the Broken World. Even though he was not a magician, Chen Siyan, who had studied magic for many years in Yunting, could tell at a glance that this was a teleportation magic circle.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Qingya.
The latter just smiled.
"This sunlight is only borrowed from Cang Xuan. You are our true sun. Your Majesty, go back to Cang Xuan. You are the disciple of the Lord of the North. You should have a brilliant life."
"Just be a human being, and stop being a demon."
Yan Xin descended the stairs, lost in thought. He was a natural-born king, tyranny etched in his blood. However, fate had brought him to Yunting, where the thousand-year-old snow had worn away some of his dominance, only to bring him a touch of gentleness. With his hands behind his back, he gazed out at the sun-drenched sea outside the hall, the waves crashing against the shore, the shimmering waters. This was his homeland, a scene unlike any other in Yunting.
There had never been a moment like this that made him feel that his past was leaving him.
"What price"
Cang Xuan would never borrow this sunlight for no reason and accept Chi Zhouhai and his group of mortal enemies who had fought against them for ten thousand years. He had never asked or thought about it, and his life was arranged by his master...
But that’s no longer the case.
"I sold the entire Chi Zhouhai." Qingya said.
"I feel the wrath of heaven on behalf of Cang Xuan, but they themselves don't seem to have put all their treasures on our side. Cang Xuan has also used some tricks, so the cause and effect of the sacrifice in the immortal world will not all fall on our side. If we are lucky, Chi Zhouhai will still have half.
But this is not because Cang Xuan is kind-hearted. Because of bad luck, the sacrifices made by the immortal world are not enough to do what they want. In addition to the huge causal impact, Cang Xuan will also use us to fill the missing part.
Of course, in the end they will leave some sparks for Chi Zhouhai to take over Master Xun's ambition.
By then, you will know the plan to separate Cang Xuan and Chi Zhou Hai for 30,000 years. After 30,000 years, Chi Zhou Hai will truly become a part of Cang Xuan. This is the only good news."
But I don’t know how many so-called sparks will be left.
He suddenly laughed, "So, do you still want to stay here?"
He spoke emphatically, "Your Majesty."
Qingya knew that he was a bastard who sold out his clan for fame.
He will also reach his due ending after all this is over.
but--
They have been wandering for too long.
So long before this day, he had almost forgotten what the sun looked like.
For a dog that has been homeless for 70,000 years, just throwing a bone called stability is enough for it to bite with all its strength.
He continued, even with a hint of persuasion: "You don't need to stay in a broken Chi Zhou Sea. You are a natural king. Even if you return to Chi Zhou 30,000 years later, your bloodline will still make all the monsters submit."
Shen Siyan glanced at Qingya lightly: "Why provoke him?"
He said calmly, "I've been a deserter once, even though it wasn't what I wanted, but I won't do it again.
As for the deal with Cang Xuan, you simply made the decision for me while I was away. Qingya, I am the Demon King of Chi Zhouhai. Whether I have to sell my clan to survive or Chi Zhouhai ceases to exist, I am the only one who can bear this responsibility."
Chen Siyan placed his sword in the center of the hall, breaking Qingya's formation. Then the Demon King's voice, which did not allow for any argument, resounded throughout the entire Chi Zhou Sea.
"My sons and sisters, look at this sun and cheer up. The final battle has arrived. Do not be afraid of bloodshed or sacrifice. Win this battle, and I will take you home!"
After a moment of silence, earth-shaking cheers rang out.
Then there was fire all over the sky, which was the clarion call of war.
The crimson light illuminated Qingya's profile, and his eyes were filled with almost crazy joy.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
That's it.
His king, his majesty, should be like this!
No explanation is needed, no mercy is needed, no hesitation is needed, he only needs to give orders, and there will naturally be demons that come one after another to shed blood for him.
——
Cang Xuan, Eastern Territory.
In the military tent, Xijiang put down the latest battle report. Qian Xiangyi stretched out his hand and made a check. The jade slip, which had not yet landed firmly, was in his hand.
Xijiang didn't pay much attention to the unreasonableness of this senior.
"It's almost time." Qian Xiangyi not only didn't feel rude, but was even in the mood to tease, "Your temper is as good as ever."
Xi Jiang said gently, "This information is at your disposal."
Qian Xiangyi asked again: "Have you made preparations to separate the immortal world from the mortal world?"
In fact, he is one of the main people in charge of this matter, and he knows the progress very well. He just wants to find something to talk about at this time.
Cang Xuan was about to undergo an unprecedented transformation, and it seemed that waiting quietly would only lead to missing out on this crucial moment. However, the topic he chose wasn't very good, and surprisingly, the former head of the Xi clan, who was always well-informed, remained silent.
Qian Xiangyi waited for a long time. When he was wondering whether to change the subject, he heard Xi Jiang say, "Separation, is it like what happened between the Immortal Realm and Cang Xuan tens of thousands of years ago?"
…
It's so unlucky.
Qian Xiangyi covered his mouth, made two "Pah" sounds, and cursed, "Say these things on such a happy day!"
He then loosened his hand and changed his tone to a more formal one: "That is a matter for future generations. At least while you are here, Cang Xuan will not become like the Immortal Realm."
As for what happens after they are gone, what does it have to do with them?
Xi Jiang laughed when he heard this: "I've reached a dead end myself."
He suddenly felt something, pinched his fingers and opened a skylight in the tent, then looked up—
"Senior, the time has come."
Almost at the same moment, the three swords of Heaven, Earth, and Man slashed out—
The world is silent.
In the vast void, someone seemed to let out a long sigh.
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