When the old man's voice sounded, Kong Hanan realized that he had stepped into the old man's "domain".
Compared to the chanting voice of Dongji Qinghua, the old man's domain is much more monotonous.
He seemed to have no need for worship or praise from others.
The old man's low murmured question echoed between heaven and earth.
"Can the Tao be spoken of?"
This voice was not as firm as the one from the Heavenly Punishment Sword before, as if he was very troubled.
This most powerful person in the world, or in the three realms, has also fallen into confusion.
As the old man asked, Kong Hanan unknowingly fell into a strange state, and scenes from the past emerged in his mind...
There was the first sight of divinity on Yinfeng Mountain, the comprehension of the essence of the witch god in the mirror world, and the indomitable spirit of the martial saint in Jianmen Pass...
When he slashed Wen Qiong, the Dao Saint's spirit possessed him, and he felt the same understanding of the world...
There was also the kind of truth that the old man had told him through the Heavenly Punishment Sword when the Black and White Impermanence were going through their tribulation, the truth that only a few people hold...
Kong Hanan fell into deep thought as he looked up.
What exactly is Tao?
Is it Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, or humanity and nature?
Will you be swept away by the crowd, or will you be like a martial saint, breaking through everything and moving forward?
This is a very complicated question. Ten thousand people may have ten thousand answers. Even the countless gods and Buddhas in the sky, the laws they govern are different from the Tao, so the answers they give may also be different.
So facing the Dao Saint's confusion, Kong Hanan couldn't give any answer...
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and even breathing, which was normal in the past, felt extremely difficult at this moment.
The thick fog was inhaled into the nasal cavity, making the lungs seem to be filled with thick water vapor...
Kong Hanan felt his whole body was extremely heavy. He could no longer tell whether he was physically and mentally exhausted, or whether the world was more repulsive to him.
The old man kept asking questions. The doubts in his heart and the fatigue in his body made Kong Hanan feel like he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.
Every step I take up feels like a heavy burden has been added to my body.
This weight was illusory and did not fall on Kong Hanan's shoulders, but Kong Hanan felt the same way.
He seemed to understand that this was the burden that the old man had been carrying all along.
A feeling of loneliness and sadness rose from my heart.
Kong Hanan once wondered whether he would make the world his enemy.
But this old man seemed to have been an enemy of the world for a long time.
Lonely and lonely, yet independent and unchanging, it circulates without end...
The cold wind blew on his body like a knife, and Kong Hanan woke up in shock.
As far as the eye can see, there is snow everywhere.
It’s only late September now, where can we get snow?
Kong Hanan frowned and stopped. He felt that he couldn't go on like this.
But when he turned around and looked behind him, he saw that he was already shrouded in fog.
The fog was so thick that it not only blocked the vision but also blocked all senses.
Every time Kong Hanan climbed a step, the thick fog behind him followed him up a level, as if it wanted to swallow him up.
In the fog, countless monsters were faintly roaring.
Upon listening carefully, the roars were surprisingly clear and distinct.
That's not a monster, it's the questioning voices of countless people.
"Why don't you die yet!"
"Why don't you die yet!"
"Why don't you die yet!"
…
These sounds gave Kong Hanan different feelings.
Some sound cold and callous, gnashing their teeth, like enemies.
Some voices sound gentle and soft, yet helpless and bitter, as if they are from relatives or friends.
There are men and women, old and young...
With each cry, the resentment and curse contained in them were like sharp arrows, piercing the heart.
Kong Hanan subconsciously took a step back...
The stone steps had already frozen, and the hasty step did not give him a firm footing.
Kong Hanan slipped, lost his balance, and fell into the thick fog.
Feeling weightless, Kong Hanan did not fall on the mountain, but began to descend rapidly.
The voice in my ear has changed from the old man's confused questioning to a vicious curse.
"You'd better die soon!"
"You'd better die soon!"
There was a blankness in his eyes and mist in his breath. Listening to the insults and curses, Kong Hanan felt a little annoyed.
A strong man who protected an entire race, why does the world have such malice towards him?
As he fell, he drew out the Heavenly Punishment and began to twist and swing it wildly, emitting purple light, trying to disperse the fog.
“That’s enough!”
"If I don't let him die, who dares to talk nonsense!?"
…
At the foot of Mount Tai, Meng Yu was dozing off against an ox cart.
My head nodded and I suddenly woke up.
I rubbed my eyes and saw a Taoist priest riding a cow coming slowly from a distance.
Meng Yu yawned and rubbed his eyes.
The person who came was the current leader of the Taoist tradition, Taoist Yuan.
Meng Yu waved and greeted.
"Hey, Old Yuan, are you here to protect the Taoist Saint?"
The green ox under Taoist Yuan's crotch seemed to be walking slowly, but before Meng Yu finished speaking, it had already carried Taoist Yuan to Meng Yu's front.
Taoist Yuan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Teacher, why do you need me to protect you?"
After saying this, he raised his head and looked at the mist-shrouded mountain with a complicated expression.
"Hades went in?"
Meng Yu raised his head, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.
"Go in..."
Taoist Yuan sighed.
"There are so many ignorant people in this world. When he was still around, everyone felt like there was a mountain above their heads, pressing down on us, making it hard to breathe. But when he didn't care, we realized that it wasn't bad to have him around..."
When there was a Taoist saint, although the Taoist orthodoxy had not made any major moves, when did it become manipulated by the Confucianists like this?
Meng Yu thought of the gods descending to the earth, the abducted mortals, and the natural disasters in various places, and sighed helplessly.
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