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Chapter 63 Solutions
On the wet bluestone, several figures stepped on one after another.

When I came to the house, I saw a white-haired old man staring at a painting on the wall, silently in a daze.

The old man turned his back to Jiang Ming, his followers and the children.

There was a long silence, only a few sighs were heard occasionally.

"Coming?" The old man still had his back to Jiang Ming.

"The student came here to visit sir, and asked him to give me some advice." Jiang Ming bowed deeply.

"It's windy and rainy. Why don't you drink some hot tea to warm yourself up first? Zhi'er, why don't you make some hot tea to entertain the guests?"

Soon, the tea is brewed.

Jiang Ming and the white-haired old man sat opposite each other on a long table.

At this time, the old man was finally facing Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming looked up, trying to see the old man's face clearly, but he was shocked because he couldn't see the old man's facial features clearly.

When it falls in the eyes, it is like a vague mist, in the clouds and fog, without knowing the details.

Seeing that Jiang Ming was slightly startled, the old man chuckled, not surprised.

"No self, no human, no living beings, no life."

"See your nature with a clear mind, see all living beings, and see your own self, only then can you get the Tao and the law of nature."

Hearing what the old man said, Jiang Ming was a little confused. Although he had been in this world for so many years, his scumbag attributes had not changed.

So he could only echo: "Sir, what you said is true, the students have been educated."

After saying that, he picked up the tea on the table and drank it non-stop.

Jiang Ming didn't know if the tea was hot or not, but his lips were very red after drinking it.

What followed was a conversation over tea between Jiang Ming and the white-haired old man.

The wind and rain outside the house became sudden.

On the long table in the house, the tea was refilled several times.

"Why are you here?" the old man asked.

"Seeking the magic of immortal birth and acquiring the ability to understand yin and yang, ghosts and gods."

After listening to Jiang Ming's words, the old man looked at him. After a long time, he could move his lips.

"You are old and have no innocence in your heart. I see that there is blood in your heart. This immortal magic has no chance of happening to you."

"It's not because you don't want to teach it, but because you can't learn it."

The old man said a long passage at once, but Jiang Ming didn't understand all of it, but he understood the general meaning. It wasn't that the old man in front of him couldn't teach, but that he had a problem with himself.

Over the years, she has experienced too many intrigues and intrigues, and the innocence in her heart has long since been wiped out.

But Jiang Ming still refused to give up, "Is there no way at all?"

In the thatched cottage under the wind and rain, there was silence, and the tea on the long table had cooled down at some point.

The old man let out a long sigh, and then seven candle lamps were lit one after another in the house.

A goose feather fan appeared in the old man's hand and shook gently.

"This is a road of no return. You may also die on this road. Are you willing to go on the road?"

Jiang Ming's eyes were as determined as before: "Students are willing."

The voice is firm, steady and powerful.

As Jiang Ming's words stopped, the wind and rain outside the house gradually stopped.

The branches and green leaves are shiny, and in the middle of the mountain in the distance, there is a rainbow quietly appearing, which is extremely magnificent.

After that day, a school quietly appeared in the outskirts near the town.

In the center of the main entrance of the school, there are four words hanging on it, teaching without distinction.

Whether they are young children, teenagers, middle-aged people or old people.

Whether it is flowers and trees, mountain spirits and wild monsters.

As long as you have the heart to study, you can come to the school to listen to the teacher's lectures.

What the white-haired Mr. said in it is sometimes obscure and difficult to understand, and sometimes it is full of vernacular.

But he never explained too much. The students who came to the class, if they understand it, they understand it.

But Jiang Ming came to attend classes every day, rain or shine.

Although he was in a fog from the beginning to the end, he didn't understand anything.

But Jiang Ming feels that he has been doing well in one thing, that is, his attitude is very correct, at least he did not fall asleep in class.
The physique of a scumbag has been deeply rooted in his bones. Jiang Ming's talent in this area has always been inferior to learning and eloquence.

After many days of hard study to no avail, Jiang Ming finally couldn't bear it any longer. Today, taking advantage of no one disturbing him, he came to ask his husband for advice.

"I've been studying for many days, but I still can't comprehend a thing or two. The students are dull, so I ask you to give me some advice."

The gentleman had silver hair, and the goose feather fan in his hand swayed gently, blowing up waves of cool breeze.

After that, he tapped Jiang Ming lightly on the back of the head three times.

Jiang Ming suddenly realized that this gentleman had also read Journey to the West.

"You mean, let me go to your room to find you in the middle of the night?"

After hearing this, the white-haired Mr. was dumbfounded. At this moment, he really wanted to pry open the head of the student in front of him to see what was inside.

"Why did you come to my room in the middle of the night looking for me?"

"You tapped me on the back of the head three times, isn't that what you mean?"

"You misunderstood," the gentleman said with a bit of resentment, "I'm talking about what is in your elm head. You have been listening to lectures for so long, and you still don't understand."

Jiang Ming: "."

He looked at the goose feather fan in Mr.'s hand, and gradually realized something in his heart.

The gentleman in front of me is probably Zhuge Liang, not Patriarch Bodhi
"Is the student really hopeless, sir? Please also point out a way for the student, sir."

The gentleman thought for a long time and said slowly: "I told you at the beginning that this road is a road of no return for you, and you are likely to die."

"There is blood on your heart for some reason, and it prevents you from taking a step forward."

"Is there a solution?" Jiang Ming asked.

"Yes, but it's a narrow escape."

"Students are willing to give it a try."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

"You really have no regrets?"

"I really have no regrets!"

Hearing this, the goose feather fan in Mr.'s hand shook violently twice, and hearty laughter came out of his mouth.

"A few days ago, an evil dragon appeared in the Liyu River in the south of the town. It is evil and likes to eat people. Killing it will remove the blood in your heart, but the evil dragon is powerful. You probably don't its opponent."

Seeming to see what Jiang Ming was thinking, the master added: "You must do it yourself, and no one else can help. Otherwise, even if you kill hundreds or thousands of evil dragons, it will be useless."

"With your current strength, if you go there, you will be close to death. If you go back now, there is still time."

"Do you have any regrets?" the gentleman finally asked.

"No regrets." Jiang Ming's eyes were firm.

On the Liyu River on the second day, there was an extra boat.

The river is turbulent, and the boat is swaying like a thin willow with long leaves.

(End of this chapter)