City Primordial Witch King

Chapter 369 Heartless Road
When Wei Xiao heard this, he was quite disdainful.

No matter how you hear these words, they sound like the kind of fortune tellers who pretend to be gods and ghosts, but they are said from a Buddhist master, so there is a feeling of contrast.

"The road is on the ground, and my feet are on my body. Why can't I leave? No matter what the road is, if I want to leave, I will leave. Why should it block me?" His temper suddenly broke out.

There is a sense of fatalism in the old monk's words.But Wei Xiao is a person who is determined not to be fatalistic in detail. In his opinion, things like fate are just an afterthought. Only after an event is over does he dare to come out and say that everything is destined.

A person who was playful, lazy, and didn’t like to study when he was in school, and finally failed to enter the university, fatalism thinks: It’s because you are destined not to be able to enter the university.

If this person worked very hard and studied hard in school, and finally got admitted to a good university, fatalism will stand up again and say: It is also your destiny to be admitted to a university.

Whether it is success or failure, fatalism regards it as destiny, completely denying personal efforts, denying man as the subject of one thing, and denying man's ability to change everything.

Wei Xiao firmly opposed this fallacy.

"The benefactor has this ability. Naturally, he can leave if he wants to." The old monk narrowed his eyes and said with his mouth slightly open: "However, there will be countless hands stretched out on this road, and they will kill anyone who wants to leave." Hold him tightly and not let him leave. At that time, I wonder if the benefactor can still be so determined?"

Wei Xiao frowned immediately after listening to the old monk's words, knowing that the other party had something to say, and must be alluding to something else.

It's a pity that he didn't have much contact with this old monk, and he didn't know the other party's information, so he couldn't guess what the other party was talking about. He could only vaguely feel that it was not simple.

However, even if you put aside the old monk's allusion, just considering the literal meaning of his words, it is still a very difficult problem to choose.

Wei Xiao thought and thought, and finally said firmly: "Will reach out to hold my hand, it must not be for my own good, so I don't have to care about it! My thoughts can only be controlled by myself."

"Alright then." The old monk sighed and said, "Since the benefactor is so confident, then I have nothing to say, the benefactor, please do as you please."

After that, he waved his hand, let Wei Xiao play by himself, and then left on his own.

A smile leaked from the corner of Wei Xiao's mouth, and he was more determined about the road ahead.

In fact, when the old monk sighed just now, Wei Xiao suddenly thought of the possible allusion of the other party. The road he mentioned might refer to the road of joining the Xiumeng and the world of comprehension.

Joining the Xiumeng and being involved in the messy affairs of the cultivation world will definitely cause countless troubles, but it is not so easy to get out and leave, and it will also create fetters with people in the cultivation world. If you think about it, countless people will come out to stop it and prevent you from leaving.

This is what the old monk said about the hand.

However, Wei Xiao is not an indecisive person, he has his own judgment, once that kind of thing happens, he will definitely be able to make his own choice.

"There are tens of millions of roads in the world. I come whenever I want, and leave whenever I want. Those hands can't stop me, let alone hold me!"

Wei Xiao whispered to himself.

After the old monk left, Wei Xiao lost interest in visiting, so he simply left the Buddhist hall, went outside, and visited other places.

It's a pity that in the whole Wuyu Temple, except for the Buddhist hall, which is still intact, other places are quite dilapidated, with ruins and walls, not to mention the scenery, it is not bad to see the complete one.

After walking a full circle, Wei Xiao's interest completely disappeared, and he simply went out and left.

Returning to the fork in the road again, facing the road up to the top of the mountain, Wei Xiao suddenly stopped, recalling the old monk's words again in his mind.

"Some roads, once you go up, it's not so easy to leave."

This sentence echoed several times in his mind, and Wei Xiao suddenly lost interest in the way up the mountain. He always felt that something bad would happen after going up the mountain, so he thought for a while, and simply turned around and went home.

At the same time, in the gazebo on the top of the mountain, an old man with white hair and childlike face was sitting.

The old man was wearing a fiery red Taoist robe, sitting in the pavilion. On the stone table in front of him, there was an exquisite teapot floating out of thin air.

Under the teapot, a crimson flame was formed out of thin air, burning there silently.Inside the teapot, the spring water had just boiled, and just as he was thinking about it, the lid was still steaming.

After the water was boiled, the old man didn't see how he moved, suddenly a few more teacups appeared on the stone table in front of him, and then the teapot automatically poured boiling water into it, cleaned it again and again, and made tea again and again.

After the tea was brewed, the old man raised one of the cups, shook it towards the Wuyu Temple at the foot of the mountain, and said loudly, "Senior brother Li Jing, the tea is brewed, why don't you come out and taste it together?"

After a long time, a sigh came from a distance: "Alas!"

"Poor monks and monks have long been bad at this. Why do you pretend to be knowingly?" After the voice finished speaking, a thin figure appeared on the mountain road in the distance. It was the abbot of Wuyu Temple-Shi Jing old monk.

"Drinking tea doesn't violate Buddhist precepts, why not?" the red-robed old man said displeased.

"Buddhists warn against greed, anger, and ignorance. My addiction to tea is greed! Therefore, I must abstain from it." Old monk Shi Jing explained softly as he walked slowly.

"Okay, okay, anyway, what you said makes sense. As long as you come over and drink this cup, you can say whatever you want." The red-robed old man shouted impatiently.

The old monk Shi Jing smiled wryly and said nothing, but he quickened his pace and came to the gazebo in a few steps.

"Junior Brother Hong, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Why did you come here to look for me suddenly?" He gently sat down opposite the red-robed old man, and after sitting upright, he asked.

"Alas! Let's not mention it." The old man known as Junior Brother Hong sighed and shook his head, with a grimace on his face.

"I just came here to drink tea with you today, don't mention those stupid things, or I will expose you!" He added.

"Okay, I won't mention it if I don't mention it, but I don't know how to drink tea, so I'll just sit with you for a while." Old monk Shi Jing said.

"Cut!" The red-robed old man let out a disdainful contempt, and then said: "You have said that you are greedy when you are addicted to tea. Today I only want you to drink a cup, and you are not addicted to tea. How can you call it greedy?"

The old man in the red robe seemed to be determined to persuade the old monk Shi Jing to drink tea, and he kept looking for various reasons to explain it.

(End of this chapter)