See Jiangshan

Cheng Qianren raised his sword and went to the Star Picking Platform.

In the evening wind, the imperial willows danced wildly by the Bliss Pool, and the glazed lanterns swayed restlessly along the road.

We all know that the crown prince lost his temper in the main hall, and the inner court officials dare not approach him.The whole palace fell silent under his anger.

Cheng Qianren was just annoyed by those officials who kept saying "His Highness mourns", and everyone rushed to the funeral with sad faces, as if it really happened.

Gu Xuejiang died?

What a joke.

Under the sky, the Star Picking Platform is still so majestic, exuding a faint brilliance, as if in the sky and the Milky Way, Gao Hua cannot be looked at.

He felt the fluctuation of the ban from a distance, but he didn't stop. The Holy One refused to show up, and rushed up if it was a big deal.

Cut through the formation with one sword, split the foundation of the platform with one sword, and wait for the Jade Mountain to collapse and shatter into pieces, how dare it stand high above and overlook all living beings?

This crazy assumption did not come true after all, because he saw that figure.

The other party sat on the steps with their legs crossed and played with a bamboo stick.Knowing that he would come, just waiting for him here, instead made him pour out his anger with nowhere to go.

Suddenly I was discouraged, and walked slowly to the front of the steps, feeling a little empty and sad.

"coming?"

Cheng Qianren said shyly, "Yes."

The old man stood up: "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Take you to the lift."

"..."

The elevator is inside the Star Reaching Platform. It is just a floor tile that moves upwards slowly. It is spacious for one person to stand on, just right for two people to stand on, and barely enough for three people to stand on.

They stepped on it, leading to the invisible darkness above the head, the walls on all sides rumbled and muffled, and Cheng Qianren heard the sound of heavy gears gnashing, but he couldn't see the huge machine and formation that supported it.

"It's all in and under the wall." The old man nodded the bamboo stick. "In another 50 years, remember to ask someone to repair it. If Mr. Mei can't live until then, he will find his apprentice."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because this will be yours in the future."

Cheng Qianren was about to ask who that person's apprentice was, but then he thought, isn't it Qiu Bei? 'Refining changes life', I admire.

"Build it bigger, if I want to bring a few more people up..."

The old man smiled: "Standing on the highest point, one person is enough."

Cheng Qianren was speechless for a moment.

The other party turned into a nagging elder: "Your sword is good, practice more when you have time, and don't think about those magic arts. It's not worth learning."

This kind of tone made him feel awkward, he was not the original owner, he had no old memories, and facing the uncle who had only met three times, it was impossible for him to be like a son facing his father.

Fortunately, there was a faint light cast from above, and the sound of stone slabs rubbing against each other sounded.Here they are.

The view at the top of the Star Reaching Platform is quite different from last time.

Tonight, the wind and sand are very fierce, whimpering like a ghost.The night sky shrouded the surrounding fields like a black curtain, and behind the thick clouds, the moonlight was dim.

Cheng Qianren was wearing the crown prince's court dress, and his huge sleeves fluttered in the strong wind.

The old man raised his head and sighed, "I'm too old to see clearly. Point out one to me."

Cheng Qianren followed him to look, his eyes covered with real essence, as if he wanted to see through the dark clouds.After a while, his eyes were tingling, and his vision was blurred by physical tears, so he had to give up.

You can't even see it, and you still want to use the star picking platform to find someone?It's too self-defeating.He also thought of Jiange Guanyun cliff, Chaoge Que pointed out the stars for him, but now things have changed and the stars have moved...

The old man waved his hands indifferently: "Then let's go."

The cold wind was like a knife, Cheng Qianren suddenly turned his head and stared at him: "I won't go!"

"Not going? What do you want to do?"

"I want to break through, I want to become a saint! I want to know where I came from and how I 'died'!"

He seemed to be drunk, shouting unscrupulously, stepping on the highest peak of the imperial capital, pouring out all his desires to the night sky.

The old man threw down the bamboo stick, sat on the ground, and said calmly, "I was like this when I was your age."

Cheng Qianren blew on the wind for a while, then sat down too, resting his head on his hands.

You can't see the stars on a cloudy day, but you can see them when you look down. The lights in the world are as bright as before.

His Majesty the Emperor asked: "Is it comfortable to live when you come back?"

"pretty good."

"Do you like the palace?"

Cheng Qianren frowned and thought for a while: "Sometimes when the weather is fine in the morning, I stand at the entrance of the Tai Chi Hall and watch hundreds of officials line up in two rows to enter the palace gate. The square is huge, but the people are very small, like two rows of geese flying in the air. You have to wait a while." They only finished halfway through the incense burner. I went into the side hall to straighten my clothes and drink some tea, and the time was almost up. The palace was very strange. I often felt that others were small, and sometimes I felt that I was the smallest.

"Lighting the lanterns at night, the servants took long bamboo poles, lit lanterns and hung them up, and they glowed everywhere. Whether they were riding in chariots or walking, as long as there were no orders, there must be many people following them. There are many people and many lights. It should be lively, but I I feel that the corridors are long and the eaves are overwhelming. It is difficult to have a sense of belonging in this place. Look at Huaiqing and Huaiming, and you still call me Shanzhu. I can’t say whether I like it or not, just get used to it slowly.”

Fortunately, Zhuliu was with me.He added silently in his heart.

***

When Lin Duzhi smashed the glazed mirror, Bo Xun was sitting among the branches of the bodhi tree picking the bodhi fruit. When he heard the movement, the black wings fluttered and suddenly fell in front of the Buddha.

"So careless, what should I do if I hurt myself?"

The shattered mirror shimmers, dimming as no one picks it up again.

The glazed mirror is called 'Guan Zi Zai', and Lin Duzhi has only seen it in classics before.

The devil sent the precious mirror, not for the Buddha to use it to sit and see himself, or to enjoy the beauty of the world.He wants Lin Duzhi to see how the world he protects and saves continues to fight cruelly, and how weak and powerless people are in the face of fate.

Lin Duzhi used to travel to the mainland to treat illnesses and save people, and saw life and death everywhere, and the precious mirror was not enough to shake his resolve.

until today.

He looked at Bo Xun and let out a long sigh, and finally there was some emotion in his eyes.

Then he stood up.

Bo Xun asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go save him."

Bo Xun sneered, "I'm not dead yet, how do you get out?"

Lin Duzhi stopped and asked, "Can you save him?"

The Demon King felt incredible: "What did you say?!"

Lin Duzhi: "I have an old friendship with this person, and now his life is hanging by a thread, I can't just sit idly by."

His attitude is straightforward and his expression is calm.Because he knew that in the face of the devil, any words were superfluous.

Bo Xun: "He deserved to die...unless you beg me."

Lin Duzhi: "Please."

The Demon King looked straight at him, and suddenly laughed out loud after a while, and the laughter echoed in the empty black tower.

"You have an obstacle in your heart and want to become a Buddha?!"

Lin Duzhi didn't argue with him.Only repeated: "Please save him."

After Bo Xun laughed, his expression gradually became gentle and innocent.

"You hug me and tell a story, it's still the same as before. I'll save him."

The Demon King pinched the opponent's weakness, and happily folded the wings on his back.

The Buddha put away the body-protecting Buddha light and asked, "What story do you want to hear?"