MTL - The Path Toward Heaven-v8 Chapter 22 The essence of humanity is hard work

This here refers not to this planet, but to the world after soaring.

Practitioners who have practiced in the Chaotian Continent for many years have done so. So naturally, we have to think about a question, that is, what is the meaning of soaring?

Zhao Layue's words to Cao Yuan also imply this meaning.

After saying this, she turned and walked to the gate of the temple, sat on the high threshold, and looked towards the small town in front of the mountain, her figure was a little sullen.

Many years ago, in order to save Bai Zao from the depths of Xueyuan, she went to the small temple in Baicheng and sat on the high threshold for a long time.

Now Jing Jiu does not know where he is, and is also trapped. She is sitting in a similar place again.

Zhong Lizi and Ran Handong glanced at each other-the picture in the novel was reproduced in front of him, why is it not impressive?

Know that this is not a movie or a game.

Cao Yuan handed them two bottles of water.

Zhong Lizi and Ran Handong were flattered, and took the courage to look at him seriously, and found that the image of this person was not the same as that described in the book.

The gold skin on the surface of this buddha was severely peeled off. The biggest change was that the body was much smaller, only slightly tall and slightly fat.

"The purpose or reason for my ascension is simple, that is basic curiosity."

Cao Yuan walked behind Zhao Layue and followed her eyes to the believers in the small town. The firm lines of her face became softer and said, "I always thought this was the foundation of the avenue."

Zhao Layue didn't look back, said lightly: "You think it's quite open."

Cao Yuan said: "I told three stories before the ascension. One of them is mine. My family knows all the things in the world. If you want to open it, you have to think about it. Besides, March will be dead after all."

His life is indeed bizarre, and it is difficult to describe it in words. The realm of strength has long reached the moment of soaring, but because he ca n’t think about it, the genius is not opened until it is broken by Jing Jiu.

Zhao Layue said: "I also want to drink water."

She sat in Baicheng small temple for a year and was very familiar with Cao Yuan.

A big meow, jumped into Zhong Lizi's arms, raised her head to signal her to feed.

Cao Yuan gave a cry, and gave her another bottle of water, and asked, "What is the situation of Chaotian Continent now? What about Chan Zi?"

Zhao Layue said: "The young monk is different from you and does not have much curiosity about the outside world."

It's interesting to say that when Jing Jiu called Chanzi young monk, she was much younger than Zenzi, and now she is used to calling each other that way.

Cao Yuan said: "The time to come out is actually very short, but I think that Guocheng Temple has passed a lot of spring and autumn, and somehow miss it."

Missing this kind of thing has nothing to do with the realm and the cultivation level, and it has nothing to do with desperation, but it is just a natural cause and effect connection.

He will miss the heavenly continent, as will other ascendants. Otherwise, happy monks would not build this city like Baicheng, but also built such a temple, and built another Guocheng Temple in that city.

Zhao Layue didn't want to talk to him about the joy of the monk, but instead asked, "What was the result of your battle with the Chenwu Mountain Stone Man?"

Cao Yuan and Chen Ya once had a hard fight on the planet of the Wang You galaxy. The large cracks on the planet's surface are evidence, but no one knows the final victory. Like her first question, why was Cao Yuan here?

"I won, but I did not know how to choose, so I chose to escape." Cao Yuan expressed his heart very frankly, "He told me this place and gave me the coffin."

Zhao Layue asked slightly, "Coffin?"

"Yes, I am a coffin guard now." Cao Yuanwang said to the back of the small temple: "I don't know if this symbolizes something."

Zhao Layue, Ran Handong and Zhong Lizi looked down his line of sight. It was at this time that a cold wind came out of the window and brushed the mantle behind the Buddha's seat, revealing a coffin.

The volume of the coffin is very huge, made of completely transparent glaze, which has countless bustling beauty, and there are white cranes dancing, General Li lay quietly with his eyes closed.

Ran Handong and Zhong Lizi were shocked and speechless. Zhao Layue also had some surprises. She walked to the transparent giant coffin and looked at the remains of the ancestors in Liuli World for a long time.

She knew how General Li died, and what his fairy skeleton and the piece of fairy silk in his body meant-many soaring people wanted to get these, what did Chen Ya give to Cao Yuan?

"Chen Ya doesn't understand you. You are not a hero in the traditional sense. The dead heroes cannot impress you. You are willing to guard the coffin to understand something. The problem is ..." She turned and looked at Cao Yuan. "Old World" Even if it seems to be alive, it is actually dead, and it will eventually rot, I do n’t think you can get any inspiration from it. "

"I'm not guarding the remains of the old world, I just think that the quietness of the dead is a sacred thing, and I shouldn't be disturbed anymore, and I also need a quiet and undisturbed look at mankind and think about the future of mankind."

Cao Yuan crossed the threshold and came to the flat ground in front of the temple. The broken cassock trembled in the cold wind.

Thinking about the future of mankind-if such words are spoken from other people ’s lips, they will only make people laugh, or people who say such words will be regarded as poets, but from his mouth it will be like that. Convincing.

Zhao Layue said, "What do you see?"

Cao Yuan said: "You follow me."

Zhao Layue walked to the transparent glass coffin, knelt down as a younger disciple, and followed him out of the temple.

Cao Yuan took them to the highest point of the snowy mountain.

The dancing wind and snow slowly and calmly, and the chaotic hair beside Zhao Layue's temple is still fluttering.

The top of the snowy mountain is very cold, and Ran Handong's realm is not low, and he can bear it. Zhong Lizi can't stand it, and starts to tremble.

Cao Yuan only remembered that there was an ordinary person in the field. He was apologetic and prepared to set up a method to protect himself from the cold. Zhong Lizi waved his hand to signal that he did not need to. .

The higher you stand, the farther you can see. Here you can see the big city outside the snowfield, and you can see the straight roads and the pious believers who kneel forward like black dots.

The ultimate destination of those believers is not Baicheng nor a small temple, but this snowy mountain.

Take a short break in Baicheng, and the believers set off again.

They wear thick and worn clothes, resist the wind and the cold, and walk along the snow mountain to keep kneeling.

Zhao Layue knew that Cao Yuan must not see this by himself. The so-called piety, perseverance, is a very good quality of mankind, a very good intention, but there are many levels of gaps with the issues he thinks about.

"Over there." Cao Yuan pointed to a Bingfeng in the west.

The ice peak is slightly shorter than the snow mountain at their feet. Under the setting sun, the bright light radiates, reminding Zhao Layue of the ice peak deep in the snow field of Chaotian mainland.

Several ascetic monks climbed hard among the ice peaks. The monk's clothes were thin and tattered. It looked like a few rags. There were many wounds on his bare feet, but there was no bleeding because of ice and snow.

"Is the level of these people very high? It is possible to travel to such a high place without equipment." Ran Handong said with some surprise.

Zhong Lizi put down the telescope in his hand and said inconceivably: "Isn't it cold?"

The cold wind screamed, and the ice chips flew across the faces and bodies of the ascetic like a knife, bringing out a lot of blood marks, and was quickly frozen by the low temperature. Just by looking at the picture, you can imagine the harsh environment, the difficulty of going forward, and how difficult the monks suffered.

"These ascetic monks are ordinary people, they will not martial arts practice in this world, and refuse to accept genetic modification ..."

The words of Cao Yuan did not fall, and suddenly a few stones rolled down the ice peak, which brought countless skiing.

Those ascetic monks are in great danger.

Zhong Lizi picked up the telescope again and exclaimed.

Ran Handong looked at Zhao Layue, wondering if she would rescue him.

Zhao Layue quietly looked at the ice peak in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

"... but they learned some magical skills." Cao Yuan continued.

The situation of that ice peak is getting more and more dangerous, and the ascetic monks are a little flustered. Just when they are about to fall off the cliff, they don't know how they did it, and they flew with their hands!

Those ascetic monks flew not high from the ground, bare feet only a few feet away from the snow, shaky, pale, and soon fell back to the ground again, but successfully avoided the end of being washed under the peak.

Zhong Lizi and Ran Handong were relieved, and they felt so puzzled. Since those ascetic monks could not practice, why could they fly?

"There is no heaven and earth vitality here, can't practice Zen skills, and immortality is also very weak." Zhao Layue looked back and asked Cao Yuan, "What do you want to explain?"

"I don't know much about this power, it may be related to faith."

Cao Yuan ’s sight was from the big city in the distance, the believers on the road, the lay men in the white city, and the ascetic monks who fell on Bingfeng. I have been looking for different ways to survive and improve myself. "

Zhong Lizi suddenly felt that it was not so cold. He touched Ada ’s hair and looked at the ice peak under the sun. He said with emotion: "Humans ... are really amazing."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "Yes, so humans should live."

Cao Yuan withdrew his eyes and looked into her eyes and said, "If humans need Jing Jiu to die, what should they choose?"

Zhao Layue said: "You know my answer, why would you ask me?"

Cao Yuan looked seriously: "You come to me, naturally you want to persuade me not to be as lazy as a real person."

Zhao Layue said, "Do you know why even March was bothering you? It was because you had too many monks in Guocheng Temple."

The monk of Guocheng Temple really speaks a lot.

Whether it is Chan Zi or Liu Shisui or the middle-aged monk who is already sitting.

Cao Yuan is a very remarkable image in the history of the ascetic continent, but he still talks a lot.

Probably for this reason, the closed-mouth meditation in Guocheng Temple is the best.

But what Cao Yuan said was correct, Zhao Layue wanted to find him as a helper, and he always needed to convince him, so those discussions that had been tired of listening had to be staged again.

"He is also a part of mankind. Mankind has a reason to live, and he has a reason to live too." She said: "If you, like Qingshan Patriarch and the old lady, think he is not a part of humanity ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Is there any reason for him to die for you? Do your own thing. This is the truth that young children should understand. Have you cultivated dogs for hundreds or even thousands of years? "

Ada meowed in Zhong Lizi's arms, expressing great agreement, especially the last sentence.

Many people would say that Jing Jiu is a product created by mankind, or that the **** created it, should be sacrificed for humanity. The problem is that parents have children and do many things for their children. Should the children die for their parents? In fact, everyone knows the truth and knows that there is no meaning. After all, it is still the difference in position and way of doing things. There is no right or wrong, black and white.

Cao Yuan's view is the same as that of Zhao Layue, and he does not think that Jing Jiu should be sacrificed, but he cannot stand on Jing Jiu's side like Zhao Layue, or even fight him against this world. There are many people in this world, both good and bad, who are working hard like the ascetic monks on Bingfeng. They are qualified to live at all costs.

"Fortunately, he will die in dozens of days. After that, the entire human race no longer needs to consider this issue."

When he said this, he and Zhao Layue stood on the shore of a large lake surrounded by snowy mountains.

The lake water is very clear, and the white clouds in the sky are reflected in it, forming a certain number vaguely.

That is the number of days.

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(Almost forgot, I recommend Lin Haida ’s new book, "The Fox of the Forbidden Zone", and I know it is a tribute to the old thing Philip ... I guess, the advertising word is a bit similar to the introduction of Dadao. : He is a natural shooter and never remembers the direction of the goal!)