But unfortunately, he got the wrong idea.
Although Chen Kuang didn't know whether there was Yuanjue Mountain in this pure land, he knew that Wei Yan was lying.
And based on the result, one only needs to think about it a little to know that he must be using the place name to test whether Chen Kuang is a disciple of Pure Land.
Chen Kuang turned around with some confusion: "Elder, are you mistaken? There is no Yuanjue Mountain in this Pure Land."
Wei Yan immediately covered it up and laughed it off:
"Maybe. After all, I've never been to the Pure Land, so it's unavoidable that I might have made some mistakes. I hope you can forgive me."
Huh? That's also a lie.
This elder has been to the Pure Land...but he doesn't seem to want to mention it.
In order to prevent this guy from continuing to ask questions, Chen Kuang decided to take the initiative and shut him up in advance.
Chen Kuang narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully:
"Really? Why do I feel that the elder looks quite familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere before? Perhaps in the Pure Land?"
Wei Yan's expression froze for a moment, but then he put on a fake smile again:
"It is truly my honor, but it must be your illusion. I have indeed never been to the Pure Land."
In fact, of course he had been.
When I was young and energetic, I thought that those bald donkeys were nothing special except chanting scriptures, reciting Buddhist scriptures and persuading people to lay down their butcher knives.
It just so happened that he had squeezed into Canglangping at that time, and the person in front of him happened to be a bald donkey.
So he went to the Pure Land alone and challenged the opponent to a duel. The opponent immediately agreed, and then he beat him up... It was fake. It was not until he beat the opponent to death that he realized that he was already in the illusion of the golden bowl.
In front of all the Buddhas, his evil nature was revealed.
Fortunately, this matter was not publicized by the other party, but Wei Yan regarded it as a lifelong shame.
From then on, he became cautious in his words and actions, becoming a smiling tiger in the eyes of others, and began to be very secretive about the Pure Land.
As for hatred? He didn't even dare to think of it.
The other party had already exposed his most embarrassing side, so he could only stay away from him like a rat in a gutter. Otherwise, others would know that he had long lost his Dao heart and his cultivation could not improve at all...
Chen Kuang didn't care whether Wei Yan had been to the Pure Land or not, but since the other party took the initiative to offer him evidence, he would naturally take advantage of it.
After this incident, Wei Yan really didn't try to test anything anymore.
In a short while, the three of them landed on the bank of the Death River.
This Death River seemed almost boundless in the night. The gray water was surging, and waves were formed by the wind, beating against the shore. Thick fog floated above the river, and the coolness penetrated the skin, making people shiver.
Faintly visible in the fog is a small fishing boat with a small star-like light, drifting with the waves.
It seemed as if there was a fisherman in a conical hat holding a bamboo pole above, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed to be gone.
Ask the dead river, ask the dead boat.
That fishing boat is the big monster in the river.
In his early years, Chen Kuang often went out of the city to purchase things. The warning he heard most often was: Don't go near the dead river, don't listen to the sound of death.
Although this monster does not cause any trouble, it often drags people into the river for no reason, or lures them onto a boat and asks them strange questions.
If you say the wrong thing, you will be buried in these endless waves.
Especially since he is blind, his hearing is particularly sharp.
Others often warned him that if he heard someone calling his name while passing by the river, he must not answer.
If you accidentally get wet, you will definitely be taken onto this death boat.
However, Chen Kuang once met a businessman who claimed to be the lucky one who survived this death boat. He used this as a topic of conversation every day to attract customers.
The merchant once said that there was indeed a voice on the Death Boat that would ask him questions.
But the questions asked are basically judgment questions.
That is, it says a sentence and you need to judge whether it is right or wrong.
It just so happened that this businessman had traveled all over the country since he was a child and was knowledgeable. He knew the right and wrong of the questions asked at that time. After answering three questions, he survived by chance.
The reason why Chen Kuang wanted to use this as a breakthrough point was because...
As long as the other party asks the question, it is equivalent to a sentence he said, and he can use it to judge whether the other party is lying.
Because since the other person knows what is right and what is wrong, it means that it is certain whether he is lying or not.
With the passive ability of "I am the inspiration", Chen Kuang can easily judge the truth and right and wrong of what the other person says.
It's basically a free point question.
Wei Yan put him down and asked, "The Dead River has arrived. Where is your senior brother?"
The Wenshi River stretches across two counties and flows into Dongting Lake as a tributary.
One of the counties was Jishao County.
The tributary of the Dead River also connects to Yedukou.
"call……"
Chen Kuang looked at the vast river with rolling waves, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
He only felt that the wind full of cold mist blew away every chronic disease in his body... The spiritual energy began to surge, activating every inch of flesh and blood, and this body had never felt so light.
He looked back at the still burning imperial city. In the night, it looked like burnt firewood, slowly going out.
The tyrant rulers of the old era have been beheaded.
Women are still on the run, and the future is still uncertain.
After leaving... let's go see the home I haven't seen for ten years.
Not far either.
He thought.
In Jishao County, he still remembered how the terrible drought had made his family so poor that they had to poke out his eyes and sell him to a passing musician as an apprentice.
In the following ten years, he went out of the palace to purchase goods and had the opportunity to pass through Jishao County countless times, but he declined every time.
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