My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Everyone knows that there are three most famous places in the Temple of the Three Realms, namely the Demon Pagoda, the Pagoda Forest and the Bodhi Shining Wall.

Among them, Bodhi illuminating the heart wall is the most mysterious.

Outsiders are not allowed to see it, and there are many legends about it in the temple.

Every day, many monks sit facing the wall, hoping to find their own opportunities like the eminent monks they admire.

But on this day, a Taoist appeared in front of the wall of Bodhi Zhaoxin, which attracted the attention of many monks.

Looking at the mirror-like mirror-like wall of Zhaoxin, Jing Yue felt very calm in his heart.

Yesterday, he followed the monk who called him into a meditation room, and Kong Miao sat on the futon and waited for him.When only he and Kong Miao were left in the room, the other party actually bowed down to him and bowed deeply.

He asked Kong Miao why he made such a big gift?

The other party replied: "Seven years ago, I felt the ancestor's breath from the vision of the Cold Cloud Sect. Afterwards, the Cold Cloud Sect invited guests and said that the sect had a new ancestor who was inherited by Daoist Jing Yuan. How can I guess?" Not your identity?"

Jing Yue said with a smile: "The rebirth is unimaginable, the little monk doesn't seem to be surprised?"

Kong Miao was taken aback by his sudden joking, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in his wise eyes, "All kinds of things in heaven, imaginable and unimaginable, are all your chances."

Jing Yue laughed loudly, "You little monk, you will also talk to me about it."

Kong Miao's eyes twitched, the first sentence "little monk" made him feel very friendly, the second sentence... he can't resist, can he?

He settled down, and said: "If you want to find out your identity through the vision of the day, you must have crossed the catastrophe. Most of those who had contact with the Taoist ancestors fell in the demon catastrophe. Apart from me, only Your little disciple and the one in the Dragon Palace. And the half-sages who have had a feud with you in the demon world do not exist in the world, and it is difficult to detect it with the way of other monsters."

Jing Yue nodded slightly, "Long Zu seldom asks about the human race, there is no hidden danger for my identity for the time being."

He paused for a moment, then said again: "During the troubled times of Yaojie, Yiye's strength was weak, and he was forced to stay in the Cold Cloud Sect for the last battle. I heard that you were there at the time, can you tell me about it?"

Kong Miao was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Jing Yue to mention that matter suddenly, he sighed: "Presumably the Taoist ancestor knew that the one who killed the demon saint with a sword back then was your second disciple."

Jing Yue nodded silently, and then listened to Kong Miao's eloquence.

It turned out that 8000 years ago, the heavens suddenly fell into chaos, and the demon clan elected the most powerful person to be regarded as a demon saint.He led the demon army to break through the boundary mountain, came to the human world, and plundered the luck of the heavens, so that the human race was depressed and the people were miserable.

That war lasted for ten years, during which countless great powers were sacrificed and endless sects were destroyed.In the end, the human race designed to trap the demon sage in the Baizhanhai Dingyao Mountain. Since it was just a memory of returning to the void, he did not know what method he used to trigger a shocking sword, cutting through the demon sage's soul, and he was exhausted. When the lamp dries up, the body dies and the road disappears.

"I still remember that after that sword strike, Yiwang Daojun's sword turned into ashes, but a ray of light shot straight into the sky." Kong Miao said in a deep voice, "Now that I think about it, it should be the sword soul of that sword."

"If the sword has a sword soul, it wouldn't be a surprise to kill the demon saint with the cultivation base of forgetting to return to the void."

After saying that, Jing Yue's heart felt astringent again.

After a long time, he laughed mockingly, "It really is the impermanence of heaven."

If it is chaotic, the world will be in chaos. No matter whether you are a human or a demon, a monk or a mortal, you cannot escape your fate.

Only ascension can break through the sky and no longer be controlled by it.

Kong Miao: "But the Dao of Heaven always has vitality. Perhaps the resurrection of the Dao ancestor is the vitality that the Dao of Heaven has left for our human race."

At the end of that night, Kong Miao very kindly invited Jing Yue to stay in the temple, saying that he was invited to have a look at the Bodhi Shining Wall, of course Jing Yue would not refuse.

Therefore, he will appear here.

Jing Yue couldn't help laughing when he recalled that the little baby who was in the swaddle had now grown into the old monk who looked honest and honest, but was actually full of thoughts.

Although time takes away something, it also leaves something behind.

He only felt a relief of depression in his heart, and it was rare to relax, so he slowly closed his eyes.

In the darkness, a bean-sized light spot gradually emerged, and the light spot became bigger and brighter...

In a blink of an eye, the world has changed.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining on a lush green hillside.

Blossoming wild flowers are competing to bloom, with a light fragrance, lingering around the nose.

A boy about six or seven years old was lying on the grass, with his head resting on a dusty stone. He squinted, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, biting a piece of grass in his mouth, and dangling one leg Go, it looks very comfortable.

Not far away came an older boy and said to him, "Ah Jing, you don't herd cattle, and you're lazily sleeping here!"

Jing Yue turned over and sat up, his face was a little red, he didn't know whether it was from the sun or from embarrassment, "I was thinking of the immortal, and everyone in the village said that the immortal once stepped on this stone!"

The young man sneered, "Then you sleep on a rock all day long, have you ever seen a fairy?"

Jing Yue hesitated, he wanted to say that he could hear the gurgling of running water occasionally, which would always make him very comfortable.But when he said this in the past, no one believed it, because those people couldn't hear it at all...

"Anyway, anyway, I want to be that fairy!"

The boy pulled him angrily, "Okay! I'll follow you, your mother is looking for you."

"But my cow still—"

Boy: "Do you still remember your cow? Don't worry, Uncle Wang will drive you back."

Being pulled away, Jing Yue looked back at the stone frequently, feeling inexplicably lost in his heart, as if he had missed an extremely precious thing that even affected his fate.

But no matter how you look at it, it's just a rock.

Jing Yue shook his head, pursed his lips and followed the boy away.

When he got home, his widowed mother was waiting anxiously in the courtyard. Seeing him, she hurriedly said, "Yue'er, your grandmother is sick, so go with mother immediately!"

Grandmother?He only met him once or twice in his memory, seems like a very kind old man?

Before he came back to his senses, he was already stuffed into a carriage.

When the carriage passed the mountain road, the old horse pulling the carriage was suddenly frightened, neighing all the way and rushing towards the cliff!

Jing Yue in the carriage was protected by his mother, and was still staggered from the collision, only to hear the driver outside shouting: "Jump!"

Jing Yue felt that his mother was violently pushing him out, but the carriage bumped too much, and before he and his mother jumped out of the carriage, the carriage had already rolled over the cliff.

After that, Jing Yue lost consciousness.

When he woke up from the coma, he immediately smelled a stench, which was a mixture of mud and blood.

Jing Yue felt a pain in his head, as if he had been pricked by thousands of needles, or hit by a heavy hammer.

"mother?"

He called softly, but no one answered.

"mother?!"

Jing Yue tried his best to push the person who was holding him, but the person didn't move at all, but he could see his mother's face clearly.

As long as he could remember, his mother was the most beautiful woman in the village. Everyone said that his mother was not like a village woman at all, but more like a lady from a wealthy family in the city.

But now?Her eyes are protruding, her skull is deformed, how can she still see her original appearance?

His mother is dead.

Realizing this, Jing Yue couldn't help shrinking back and shivering.

What about him?Why leave him alive alone?

Despair and fear eroded him like a poison, spreading from the meridians to the internal organs, and even made him forget the pain in his body.

Jing Yue couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes darkened, and he passed out again.

When he woke up again, he was rescued by a farm family.

The family invited a doctor to show him, and they were relieved to be told that he was only injured on the flesh.

The doctor took care of him briefly and left, leaving only a couple and five or six children of different ages around his bed curiously.

It turned out that the man was a hunter. When he was hunting in the mountains, he found the wrecked carriage. Seeing that Jing Yue was still alive in the carriage, he took him back to the village.

Seeing that he was awake, the host asked him where he was from, who was his last name, and why he fell off the cliff?

Jing Yue answered one by one, but he couldn't remember where he came from and where he was going?The host had no choice but to let him recuperate at home.

Half a month later, Jing Yue's injury gradually improved, but he couldn't continue to live.

Although the family who rescued him was kind-hearted, their burden was too heavy, and there was no way to support another Jing Yue.

So one morning, Jing Yue took some dry food prepared for him by the host and five hundred copper coins, and left the village alone.

When he reached the entrance of the village, he looked back at the small village where the smoke was curling up, and felt that the sky and the earth were so big that there was no place for him.

When he came to the county after several twists and turns, he had already eaten up his dry food, and there was not a single penny left in the five hundred cash.

It was autumn at this time, and it rained continuously for several days in the city, and the temperature became colder and colder day by day.

Jing Yue was hungry, his clothes were thin, and he had not completely recovered.Under the hunger and cold, he developed a high fever one night, and the fever was so high that he didn't know what to do.

But Jingyue's life is big, and there is always someone to help when his life is on the line.

Before he was protected by his mother, later he had a family of hunters, and now he met a group of beggars.

The ruined temple where he was lying at that time happened to be the stronghold of a group of beggars in the city. When they came back, they found Jing Yue who was half dead, and worked together to think of some simple ways to wake him up.

When Jing Yue gradually recovered, he also joined the army of beggars who had no one to rely on.Because of his quick mind, ability to recognize a few words, and good looks, he soon became the backbone of the business among beggars, and was very popular among beggars.

Occasionally, they would get together to daydream. Although the reality is rough, there is always a wish. What if it happens?

For example, at this moment, a little beggar stared straight at a certain table at the food stall. There was more than half a bowl of porridge left on the table, and there was a meat bun with only one bite, which was left over by a father and son.

The little beggar swallowed his saliva and said, "How nice would it be if I were the stall owner's son?"

"What's so good about the stall owner's son, I'd be the young master!"

"What's so great about being a young master? It's good to be a master! The family is surrounded by beautiful maidservants, and there are thousands of acres of fertile land."

"Hmph, if you want me, I will be the emperor on the golden palace. I heard that the poles of the emperor's house are all made of gold!"

"Why does the emperor want a pole?"

"He, he likes carrying poles, doesn't he?"

One person asked: "Hey, Ah Jing, what do you want to do?"

"Me? I want to be a fairy."

Everyone giggled and shook into a ball, only thinking that he was joking.

Year after year, Jing Yue gradually grew up, and the group of beggars also developed from the county town to the Fucheng, and took root in the Fucheng.

On this day, Yang Dashan's family in the city gave porridge again.The porridge of the Yang family is not only good in rice, but also has a large portion, and they never dislike their status as beggars, so everyone ate their fill and rested in the ruined temple contentedly.

One person said: "I heard that Yang Dashan's family was the first to open a bank, and his family's bank is everywhere in the whole Wei Kingdom."

Another person said: "It's more than that! There are gold shops, cloth clothes, medicine shops, restaurants..."

"It's not an exaggeration for the Yang family to say that they are as rich as an enemy, right?" A beggar rarely pulled out an idiom.

When Jing Yue heard this, his heart moved, "The Yang family is so rich, isn't it afraid of being watched by others?"

"I heard that the current magistrate was favored by the Yang family back then, and with his protection, who would dare to touch the Yang family?"

Jing Yue rested his head on his hands, disapproving in his heart.

After all, the Yang family is taking advantage of other people's influence, the variables are too big, can they really deter others?

Not long after the Lantern Festival, the city held a lantern festival as usual.But on the day of Lantern Festival, something happened. This southern city is full of small bridges over rivers and canals. A bridge was too old to bear the weight of too many people, so it just collapsed.

At that time, Jing Yue and his brothers were begging by the river. Seeing many people falling into the river, he instinctively jumped into the river to save them.It was freezing cold, and Jing Yue was terribly cold, but he still saved three people, one of whom happened to be the young master of the Yang family.

This time of helping each other out of righteousness, Jing Yue's seemingly hopeless life was redeemed.

In order to thank him, Yang Dashan brought him and a group of beggars back home, and re-established a contract for them, letting them run errands with the various stewards.

Since then, they no longer have to suffer from hunger and cold, let alone sell their dignity for a bite of food.

Jing Yue was grateful and worked very hard.Accidentally noticed by Yang Dashan, he thought he was a plastic talent, so he found someone to teach him literacy and arithmetic, and decided to focus on training him.

Jing Yue originally thought that he would stay in the Yang family for the rest of his life, and from now on, as the right-hand man of the young master, he would work hard to fight for the Yang family.

But when he was 16 years old, the magistrate of the city was suddenly convicted and sentenced to imprisonment. On the day the news reached the Yang family, he was brought to Mr. Yang Dashan.

"Jing Yue, I have watched you grow up these years. You are a good boy, and you know how to repay your kindness. Now I have something I want to entrust to you. This matter is related to the life and death of our Yang family. It is our Needless to say, the only way out for the Yang family is hard, would you like it?"

Yang Dashan had a deep cut between his brows, and his words were full of dignity.

"I am willing." Jing Yue did not hesitate.

He accepted the other party's great kindness, even if the Yang family let him die, he would not frown.

Later, Yang Dashan charged him with a crime and expelled him from the Yang family.But they secretly gave him some manpower and a large amount of money, allowing him to develop in a neighboring city with a new identity.

Two years later, Jing Yue became an adult, but the Yang family was framed by the new magistrate. Not only was all their property confiscated, the adult man was sentenced to beheaded, even women, children and children were implicated. They were either exiled or enslaved.

At the same time, Jing Yue received a secret letter from the Yang family, telling him not to rescue them, but to hide well, and when the news passed, he would rescue the living members of the Yang family so that they could take care of them.

On the day of beheading, Jing Yue disguised himself as a beggar again, and mixed in with the people watching the excitement.

He saw Mr. Yang Dashan, the young master who had turned thirteen years old, the housekeeper who gave him a lot of advice, and familiar faces.

The stick is thrown out, and the guillotine cuts down.

The ground at Caishikou was covered with the blood of the Yang family, Jing Yue lowered his eyes and left silently.

Half a year later, Jing Yue moved to the capital with the Yang family he had rescued.

They opened a teahouse in the capital city. Because of the elegant environment and unique snacks, the business of the teahouse is very good.

On this day, Jingyue was sitting in a private room on the third floor, looking out the window at Chang'an Avenue, the official sedan chairs were coming and going, and the civilians gave way one after another.The three-year-old nephew of Yang Dashan next to him bit his snack and said, "I will also be a high official in the future."

His mother smiled and asked, "Why?"

"Being a high-ranking official will allow father and uncle to survive."

The woman was silent.

The little nephew didn't get his mother's compliment, so he pouted and asked Jing Yue, "Brother Jing, what do you want to do?"

Jing Yue smiled. When he was a beggar, his companions asked the same question, and he replied that he wanted to be a god.But now he is not as naive as he was then, and daydream-like thoughts are deeply buried in his heart. He thinks, if there are gods in the world, why doesn't a good person like the Yang family end well?

"Me? I just want to take good care of you when you grow up."

I just want to be free from being pushed around again.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

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