Under the plum tree, the middle-aged man who had left and returned looked at the young Taoist in deep thought, his brows slightly furrowed.
Why, him again?
But it was the little bit of spiritual light left on the [Qi] that was touched for the second time.
As a result, he showed up and found that the one who touched the status of the Twelve Saints' inheritance was actually this disciple of the Tai Shang lineage. His eyes swept over the jade slip that the young Taoist placed aside, and saw that the twelve seals left on it had been broken, so he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Yuanshi Tianzun has always been fair.
Although this person is Tai Shang's disciple and cannot join his school, this "Original Ancestral Qi" is obtained by him after going through many hardships. Therefore, he did not directly destroy it before, but chose to seal it. However, because of his character of "there are fifty great ways, forty-nine heavens, and only one can be escaped", he left a glimmer of hope.
But no one expected that this person would actually find the one who had escaped.
Such understanding...
pity.
What a pity.
I looked up and saw Hou Tu Huang Di Ji over there, smiling but not smiling. Although he didn't speak, a voice sounded in my ears.
"Great Jade Purity Celestial Venerable, why did you leave and come back?"
Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun raised his eyes.
In an instant, the surrounding Qi moved, and the rules changed. The world in front of the young Taoist changed silently. It was no longer the town under the Helian Mountain. Qi Wuhuo was not able to sense this process at all. Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun did not leave, but appeared in front of Hou Tu Huang Dizhi and said calmly: "Hou Tu."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji looked at the ripples around the young Taoist priest.
"Brahma Qi Mi Luo, the highest and most supreme."
"Open up the heavens and create the world."
"What a wonderful Yu Luo Xiaotai, what a wonderful Yu Xu Fantasy Land."
"Is this another trial?"
"Yuqing, you are still so overbearing as expected, and never ask others if they are willing."
Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly: "Yes."
Understatement, as it should be.
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji could not refute, and could not refute. He just looked at the spirituality of Yu Qing Yuan Shi Tian Zun in front of him with a smile. Such an existence, this spirituality, except for strength and means, is almost the same as the original body. Whether it is knowledge or mood, it is the same. He said: "So, why test him?"
"There must be a reason, right?"
Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun did not answer.
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji smiled and said, "But, Yuqing, what is this so-called trial of yours?"
"This child's character is firm enough, his heart is clear, and he is able to take the initiative to go through tribulations and transcend the world. He is also personally chosen by the Supreme. His character is so strong that it is impossible to stop him by testing ordinary cultivators with wine, sex, money and anger. If he is stopped by magical powers, you can see that he has a high level of understanding."
"How will you test it?"
Yuqing said calmly: "You will know when you see it yourself."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji smiled and looked at Yu Xu's environment. His expression froze slightly. When he looked at Yu Qing again, there was a hint of anger and shock in his eyes: "Yu Qing! You——"
The young Taoist didn't know what was happening.
He was just in a trance for a moment. The plum tree was blown by the wind and its petals fell. The young man subconsciously stretched out his hand and held the plum blossom. Then suddenly the plum blossom disappeared in his palm, as if it did not exist. The young man blinked, not knowing what was happening.
Plum tree?
“Do we have plum blossoms in Jinzhou?”
The young man was puzzled. He looked up and saw the warm and bright sunshine. When the wind blew, he could smell the smell of the earth and the fragrance of the grass and trees. A familiar laugh came from behind him, interrupting the young man's thoughts. It was the voice of a young woman. She smiled and said, "Wuhuo, what are you doing standing there?"
The boy turned around and saw a round-faced woman standing there. She had dark, bright eyes and a smile. She was wearing clothes with her sleeves rolled up. Her hair was tied up with a chopstick as a hairpin. On one side was a kind-looking man. The boy subconsciously said, "Dad, Mom..."
“I just saw a plum tree.”
"What are you talking about? Why are there plum blossoms here?"
"The climate in Jinzhou is not suitable for the growth of plum flowers."
"Come here quickly, it's time to eat..." The young man turned around and watched his father standing up to eat with his bowl and chopsticks as usual, while his mother was busy cooking eggs for him. She smiled and said, "Eat more. You have to go to school today, so you must listen carefully to the teacher's lectures."
Qi Shijing took two bites of rice and said in a slow tone as usual, "Sir, you are a great scholar in the country and have a very good reputation."
"The current sage has been summoned several times but refused to serve as an official. He just traveled around giving lectures. Now that he has come to Jinzhou, you must seize the opportunity to learn more from him and then serve your country."
"Um."
"Have you memorized the article I taught you to memorize before?"
"After dinner, recite it to me."
"Can't you let the child finish his meal first?! Are you the only one capable of that?"
"I, I'm not..."
"What are you talking about? Shut up!"
"Come on, Wuhuo, eat more. Don't listen to your father. He is just a poor and corrupt scholar who has a lot of rules."
"you--"
The young man watched his parents talk and eat. His mother sewed a bag for him, stuffed his books, paper and pens into it, and carried it on his body. The young man walked to the gate of the yard, turned around and watched his mother sewing something, while his father was tending to the hanging baskets he had planted, pruning them carefully.
He stood at the door, and in a trance he seemed to sense something was wrong.
But there seems to be no difference.
In the real world, Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi looked at Yu Qing Yuan Shi Tian Zun:
"...The Jade Void Illusion is no different from reality. Are you going to trap him to death here with these?"
Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun said: "It's just a test."
"With his realm, he has a certain chance to see through the illusion and walk out of it."
"But there's only that one chance."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji looked at the young man.
For any illusion, one only needs to cut off the array points, but she saw that this time it was the Yuxu illusion.
The center of the formation is the young man's parents.
If you want to break the formation, you need to kill it with a sword.
However, Yuxu does not like those who kill their parents in order to break the formation.
Moreover, this is the method of the Taoist Ancestor. Qi Wuhuo's parents were originally mortals and had never cultivated their "Self". After one life passed away, they drank Meng Po soup and this life ended. Even if they were reincarnated, they could not awaken their past memories, because the "Self" in their life was not prominent or special compared with other "Selves". After reincarnation, everything was over.
In this Yuxu illusion, Daozu used his supreme magical powers to gather here everything that belongs to Qi Wuhuo's parents and was imprinted on this world itself. In other words, this illusion was false, but also real. From the perspective of his parents, it was more real than their souls after reincarnation.
Open up the heavenly world and create all the heavens.
This is another world.
The formation cannot be broken without killing.
Killing it will break the small formation and enter the big formation.
It will directly shatter one's own Tao heart.
If you seek it with a conscious mind, you will become obsessed and unwilling to realize it, which will lead to great mistakes.
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji hoped that the young Taoist would break the formation and realize that it was an illusion; but at the same time, he did not want him to break the formation. He immediately looked at Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun and saw that he had a cold and detached expression. Yuqing was especially strict with his disciples and juniors, the most strict among the Three Pure Ones and Four Imperial Lords. The so-called trial would naturally have a price, and it was a huge price.
She watched all this happened in silence, and the young man just smiled and waved to his parents, then walked out of here, greeted every familiar person in his hometown, and walked towards the school along the road that was so vivid in his memory. When he walked into the school, a young man stood on the stage and said his name was Su Shengyuan.
He smiled and said, "There is another teacher who will teach you the classics, morality, and medical skills."
A thin young man walked in, his eyes were clear and quiet. Qi Wuhuo's eyes widened, and he watched him introduce himself, but his mind was blank. For some reason, he felt a kind of joy and sadness as if he had met his parents again. Today, when he returned home, there was a guest at home, who was a middle-aged man with a sword on his back, with an immortal look.
He called himself Tan Tai Xuan.
After seeing the young man, he was quite happy and said that the young man had good aptitude and was destined to practice Taoism.
He also demonstrated his sword-controlling skills, which dispelled the doubts of Qi Wuhuo's parents.
After thinking about it for a night, the young man chose to refuse. The Queen Mother of the Earth had a complicated look on her face and sighed in her heart. If she embarked on the path of cultivation in this dream, she could also break the formation, or at least increase the possibility of breaking through this formation. The Queen Mother of the Earth said, "If you enter the gate of Taoism, can you break the illusion?"
Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun said calmly: "It can be increased by 30%."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji could only watch with regret, watching the young Taoist sinking into the softest part of his heart, sinking deeper and deeper into this constructed real world, his soul being blinded, and finally getting into a situation from which he could not extricate himself.
She can't and won't take action.
There was just regret and sorrow in his eyes.
Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun still looks like a statue, with a calm and indifferent expression, like a ruthless god, overlooking everything.
After Qi Wuhuo refused, he studied with the two teachers every day. He seemed to be very talented and quickly showed his intelligence in studying. He became the most admired disciple in the entire school. Everyone thought that he should take the exam and become a high-ranking official. He passed the provincial and county examinations one by one and was finally going to study in a bigger city.
"You should eat well outside and don't be frugal. Your money is not needed at home. You should eat well and buy some good fabrics. If you can't afford it, please send it back home and I will sew clothes for you. The fabrics outside are too expensive."
"Women, the clothes made in the tailor shop outside are better."
"Wuhuo, don't listen to your mother. Don't worry about us. Outside is different from home. You should be humble and don't make enemies with others. Take this money, eat what you need, buy what you need, buy some fashionable clothes, a sword, a jade pendant, go on a study tour with your classmates, and visit celebrities from all over the world. These are all things you should do. Don't save money."
Qi Shijing patted Qi Wuhuo on the shoulder and said, "Go..."
Qi Wuhuo carried his bag and walked farther and farther in the sunset. If nothing unexpected happened, he would go to the big city, farther and farther away, and rarely go home. After Qi Shijing and his wife watched their child leave, their expressions were a little gloomy. Zhu Qixia sat there wiping her tears. Qi Shijing cooked and said, "Okay, don't cry."
"It's a good thing that the child is capable. Why are you crying?"
"But, but, Wuhuo is so old, but he has never been so far away from us..."
"From now on, you will rarely see him."
"He will rarely see us anymore. Maybe, maybe he will only see us a few times in his lifetime."
"When I think of this, I don't know why, but I feel like crying..."
Qi Shijing's expression was gloomy. For some reason, his wife's words made him feel a pang of pain in his heart. As a serious and rigid teacher, he almost shed tears. Looking at the blood-red sunset outside, he suddenly widened his eyes, subconsciously stood up and took a few steps forward, then stopped and said angrily:
"Wuhuo! You, what are you doing back here?"
The young man put down his bag, looked at his parents, and said softly, "Son, I don't think I'm ready yet."
"If I go to the city this year, I will probably lose, so I came back and plan to study for a few more years."
Qi Shijing wanted to scold him, but for some reason, he couldn't say it.
Zhu Qixia wiped her tears and laughed, then pushed her husband away and said:
"Come back, yes, be steady, be steady."
"Come on, Wuhuo, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."
"Don't eat what your father cooks. Only he can eat what he cooks."
The young man returned home, and the preparation took him thirty-five years. Some of his classmates who were not as good as him became Jinshi and officials. They also came back to visit Qi Wuhuo, who was so talented in his youth. However, they sighed with the pride of a winner, saying that being talented when young may not necessarily be a good thing when one grows up, which they regretted.
Qi Wuhuo didn't care either.
Thirty-five years have passed, and now he is over fifty years old. His parents are old, with white hair, and they have to use crutches to walk. After the age of fifty, death can no longer be called premature death. Seventy years old is considered a long life. He has been here for more than fifty years, accompanying his parents.
He also became a teacher who gave lectures.
I accompanied the teacher in his lectures and went up the mountain with him to collect herbs.
Later, more than 20 years later, I heard that my classmate who had previously become an official was involved in a major case and was dismissed from his post.
Later I heard that the emperor was also dead.
Later, Qi Wuhuo's hair turned white, and his parents fell ill. People came and went in the village, and when they passed by, they would call Qi Wuhuo "old man" and praise his filial piety.
On a rare good day, Qi Shijing and his wife were basking in the sun, and Qi Wuhuo was holding his parents' hands.
They told me that they had had nightmares for a long time. They dreamed that there was a big fire in Jinzhou and they and their husbands died in the fire. They said that in the end, they saw their son, who was less than ten years old, standing there in a daze. They couldn't help crying when they thought about the suffering their son would have to endure in the future. Then Qi Shijing would talk about the woman's troubles while his eyes would be red.
Qi Wuhuo always had to comfort his parents: "I am here, it was just a dream."
"Yeah, dream..."
"Dream……"
The two elders murmured, and Zhu Qixia's words were a little unclear. She said:
"It's just that, because of the two of us, you will be implicated for the rest of your life."
"You could have been an official, a high-ranking official..."
"How can it be a burden?"
"Won't."
Qi Wuhuo's voice was gentle. His parents were sleepy, so he held their hands and listened to them say that they wanted to take a nap. Then Qi Shijing and Zhu Qixia slowly closed their eyes and their breathing became lighter.
Qi Shijing and Zhu Qixia died on the same day.
Qi Wuhuo took good care of him and he was free of illness and pain.
May you live a long and peaceful life.
Qi Wuhuo sold his house and buried his parents together. Everyone praised his filial piety. Finally, the stonemason asked him what to engrave on the tombstone. Qi Wuhuo, who was already very old, reached out and touched the tombstone.
His back was hunched, his waist was bent, his face was full of wrinkles, and there were age spots on his palms. He reached out and touched the stone tablet, his palms trembling, and he remembered himself standing at the door when he was young, looking at the young appearance of his parents under the warm sunshine.
"...Time flies. So much time has passed in the blink of an eye."
The stonemason looked at the old man in the village respectfully.
The old man smiled and murmured, "The tomb of my father Qi Shijing and my mother Zhu Qixia."
"Son, Qi Wuhuo..."
He placed his finger on the stone tablet, as if looking at the past and the future. Then, when the Earth Emperor and Earth Goddess looked at the old man with regret in her eyes, the old man placed his finger down and murmured, "Tai Shang Xuan Wei."
"stand."
The pupils of Hou Tu Huang Di Ji Niangniang shrank slightly.
It seemed like an illusion, but also seemed real. She saw the corner of Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun's mouth next to her curl up slightly.
As the words fell, there was a loud bang, and the surrounding Qi suddenly gathered together. The aura of the eighty-year-old man changed rapidly, and the old man's back straightened again, and he became young again. His white hair turned black, but his temples turned white, and he turned into a young man, and then finally returned to a young man. This change shocked the stonemason.
The young Taoist walked back to his home. He bent down, picked up some stones and dead branches, and then stacked them up. He returned to his original appearance, but without practicing Taoism, and had no magic power here. However, relying on these stones and dead branches to change and stack, the world actually caused ripples, and then shattered layer by layer under the young Taoist's simple altar.
At the foot of Helian Mountain, the plum trees swayed in the wind, and the petals scattered in the sky. The young Taoist closed his eyes.
But tears were streaming down my face and I couldn't stop them.
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji saw subtle changes in him, and then looked at Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun next to him, and realized that one of the eight greatest difficulties that the young Taoist would have encountered was actually directly shattered and annihilated in this process, and the biggest regret in his heart was made up for.
Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun is overbearing and cold, and will arrange various harsh trials for his juniors regardless of other people's opposition.
But the opposite of trial is opportunity. As long as you can pass the trial of Tianzun, you will find that Yuanshi Tianzun sees far further than others. Although the trial arranged for disciples is extremely difficult, it is also the weakest and most lacking link for every younger disciple. Therefore, all the disciples directly taught by Yuanshi Tianzun who can come out of the mountain have no shortcomings.
Yuanshi Tianzun stood up and left calmly.
Just said: "What a pity."
"You can't be my disciple after all."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji said: "Yuqing..." But Yuanshi Tianzun was no longer there. When Qi Wuhuo opened his eyes, he had briefly forgotten what he had just experienced. He just didn't know why he was crying, and he didn't know why, a certain empty part in his heart didn't seem so uncomfortable anymore, and he felt a sense of exhilaration.
The young man restrained his Qi as usual and went to visit Mr. Su the next day.
Mr. Su seemed to have been tired for a long time. Like in the past, he still entertained the young Taoist warmly and enthusiastically. However, unlike in the past, he no longer mentioned lectures and court affairs in front of him. He only talked about his experiences in the world and what he saw and heard when traveling around.
It seems the same as before, but there is a great sense of loneliness and regret.
Although we try our best to restrain it, it still exists.
"Mr. Su..."
Qi Wuhuo could feel the loss and regret in his heart, and he also knew that such regret and loss were the proof that Su Shengyuan still desired to change this era. He himself was a "rebel" who would never be reused, and could only hope that his disciples could gain knowledge and change this era. Now this hope was gone, and he was naturally lost.
The young Taoist was thinking about something, but when he returned home, he was startled to see that the courtyard next to him, which had been empty for a long time, was opened, and it seemed that someone was living inside. At the right time, someone pushed open the door. It was a middle-aged man in white clothes, with a handsome face, eyes like a flying phoenix, and a majestic air.
He nodded towards Qi Wuhuo and said calmly: "I have lived here for several months."
"My dear friend, please."
Qi Wuhuo was a man of courtesy, so he bowed and said politely, "I am Qi Wuhuo, and it is only natural for neighbors to help each other."
"I don't know what to call you, sir."
The middle-aged man said calmly: "I am Qingyu."
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