has become a demon

Chapter 16 Asking the Sky

"Have you thought about it? Do you really want to practice immeasurable magic skills and walk the path of ruthlessness?"

"Yes." The 14-year-old Xie Taichu stood quietly at the foot of the steps, cupped his fists and bowed: "Master, please help me."

The sun was shining through the pine needle shop, and it was monotonous and noisy. It was noon, and all the brothers and sisters went back to their rooms to take a rest after eating, only Wuyouzixia sat in the hut and looked at the unknown fragments.

"Do you know what Wuliang Divine Art is?" Wuyouzi couldn't help asking him.

"I know." Xie Taichu said, "The immeasurable magic art was created by the ancestor Wang Chan, and it has been improved for thousands of years. It is of great benefit to study on the Great Way of Heaven and Earth."

"There are so many ways to study the Dao, why do you need to learn this skill." Wuyouzi was a little worried, "Confucianism, Legalism, Buddhism, Mohism... If you want to learn martial arts, are there any unique schools in the martial arts world? Or not at all. Learning, planting the land, growing flowers, playing chess, making poems... learn from your brothers, so that you can save your worries."

"I am familiar with hundreds of classics, and I feel that the only way to do it is the infinite magic power." Xie Taichu replied.

"Then do you know what is immeasurable magic?"

The young man was puzzled: "What does Master mean? Ask one question twice."

Wuyouzi threw down the storybook angrily and stood up: "Follow me."

The two walked straight through the pine forest. Behind the pine forest was the Qingxing Pavilion sacrificial hall, where the tablets of the ancestors were enshrined.Few people come here on weekdays, the doors and windows of the moss-covered sacrificial hall are closed, sleeping quietly in the shade of the mountain.

Wuyouzi pushed the door open.

Sunlight penetrated through the crack of the door, illuminating the shrine of the sacrificial hall, where there were more than a dozen glazed tablets.

"Daduan was founded in 330 four years. My Qingxing Pavilion has existed in 330 four years." Wuyouzi said.

"Emperor Daduan Taizu and my patriarch Qingxing Pavilion once had an agreement that I would use the lifespan of all the people in Qingxing Pavilion to worship the way of heaven, so as to protect Daduan's country from perishing for generations to come and establish Qingxing Pavilion. During this time, I Qingxing Pavilion All the immortal masters in the pavilion have worked hard to turn the tide and redistribute the star palace many times to save the fate of Daduan Dynasty with their wealth and lives, so that the people can live and work in peace and recuperate.

"Qingxing Pavilion is unpredictable. Looking back and investigating, it should be feared by the royal family, but it is also because of this reason that you can live a peaceful life in Sichuan. The fate of the country depends on Qingxing Pavilion."

Xie Taichu was not shocked when he heard that.

"I've heard of all these things. But since 20 years ago, Daduan has experienced more natural disasters, abnormal phenomena, foreigners' invasion of the country, and corruption in the officialdom... It is my duty as a member of the Qingxing Pavilion to lead the way."

Wuyouzi disagreed: "Can you be a little less inexplicably compassionate?"

"I just want to do my best." Xie Taichu replied.

"The way of heaven is ruthless, selfless and selfless. If people want to see the sky, they can only practice the way of ruthlessness. The immeasurable magical power is the method of ruthless and loveless, cutting off the relationship between the world. , it will be closer to the sky, and naturally there will be less love and desire.

"But human beings are living beings, and the seven emotions and six desires are human instincts. Who can restrain such instincts? Who can be truly ruthless? After practicing immeasurable magical skills, he became obsessed, and his qi repelled him, and finally fell into a bloodthirsty and murderous evil path... There are even countless people who died."

Wuyouzi kicked open the gate of the sacrificial hall, revealing the densely packed memorial tablets in the pitch black on both sides.

He raised his finger and pointed at the hundreds of wooden tablets, and said: "Look at these people, look at the bloody road paved by the Qingxing Pavilion to see the way of heaven. These ancestors from the same family died lonely and tragic, no one knows The Daduan Dynasty has been passed down for more than [-] generations, just for that insignificant agreement, just for the so-called illusory way of heaven, isn’t there not enough people who died? Is the life span of this dynasty worth these people’s succession?!”

He questioned, his voice resounding through the hall.

Buzzing sounds gathered from all directions in the hall, like countless souls waking up from the dust of history, it fit him, and it made people feel that the ear drums were buzzing, Xie Taichu couldn't help but take a step back.

"... If Master is talking about this, I know it well." Xie Taichu replied despite Wuyouzi's oppression, "I have thought about it, I want to take this ruthless path, and I want to practice this boundless magic skill."

Wuyouzi was lingering, his sleeves were bulging, and Xie Taichu was so courageous that he couldn't even breathe. He walked forward and said as he walked, "I wouldn't be surprised if you said that you can be unfeeling and unrepentant. The ten on the glazed tablet in the middle A few of them also restrained and forbeared, escaped the madness, and persisted until they achieved great success. But why did they still become a piece of cards? Have you ever thought about it, you foolish bastard?"

"The purpose of spying on the sky is to change one's life," he said.

Xie Taichu gritted his teeth to hold back the trembling in his heart, and did not take another step back.

"And you have to pay the price of death if you change your life. Have you thought about it clearly?" Wuyouzi asked again.

"you will die."

"Master, I'm not afraid."

"How can a mortal body be comparable to a god? Those who peep into the sky can become officials, but Conglong...but they can't escape the backlash brought about by changing their fate against the sky. Is this the only way to save the world? Is it yours? Is the path that the brothers and sisters are going on the right path?"

Wuyouzi walked to his side, his whole body dissipated, and his eyes were red, "I picked you up from the pile of dead people, not to let you bear this burden. There are enough people dead in Qingxing Pavilion, it's not bad for you!" A fool."

"Master, when you rescued me, I... was abandoned by heaven and had no close relatives. I only had one life, and I had nothing to worry about."

"I saved you, that's not why." Wuyouzi said, "Cultivating the infinite magic skill is a mortal situation."

"If practicing immeasurable magic can really save countless people, why can't I bet my life? Even if I go crazy later, and the qi turns back, I still have to give it a go! If I fail, I have tried my best." Thank you Taichu knelt down, looked up at Wuyouzi, and said with a loud voice, "The people's livelihood is hard, not limited to me. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the family and the country. I have thought clearly. Please teach me, Master!"

Wuyouzi stood on the porch, looking up at the blue sky, feeling sad and powerless.He couldn't stop Xie Taichu, he knew it from the beginning.

After a long time, Wuyouzi sighed, "Okay, I'll teach you."

In Xie Taichu's hand, the Zimu sword move is simple and fierce, even a well-equipped cavalry, under his command, can't resist three moves to kill him.

Within three feet of him, blood was all over the place, and stumps were everywhere.

The military horses that had lost their master scattered around in a daze. He let out a bloody sound, and when he looked up, the battle-tested cavalry team was also forced by his aura and took a step back in unison.

Xue Baihu pulled the rein and angrily said, "Why are you retreating? I have 200 people in my team, and everyone has shields and spears. He is only a Taoist priest, and he can kill the Tatar soldiers? What are you afraid of! Come forward Run me over!"

"... Baihu, at least he is the person Shu Changgong likes, and he is also the national teacher that King Ning values. What if we really... how will we explain?" the lieutenant advised him.

"Fart! During the battle, how can you worry about this! If you don't kill the person in front of you, you can't catch up with Zhao Yuan. Isn't this a capital crime?"

Here the cavalry actually had a dispute for a while.

Let both sides of the battle breathe a little bit.

However, Xie Taiyuan didn't care too much - He Lishu was pressing on his chest, like a steel blade, piercing his left chest open, and the severe pain fluctuated with his heartbeat, making him extremely unbearable.

Such pain and suffocation overwhelmed the immediate crisis, overwhelmed the struggle between life and death.

In this gap of time, his thoughts involuntarily drifted a little further.

The world was in turmoil, and foreigners in the north encroached on the Daduan territory year by year; disasters abounded for several years, with a severe drought in the northeast and floods in Jiangsu and Zhejiang; the temperature began to drop sharply in late autumn, and it was extremely cold, and countless people froze to death.

——Da Duanchao's body is seriously ill, and the signs of troubled times have appeared.

Gazing at the stars at night, and performing Zhouyi.

Lay out the array of heaven and earth, push the hexagrams of heaven and earth.

Ziwei sits in the Palace of Fate, and the emperor star is seen for the first time, but Xie Taichu's fate is hidden in the hexagrams and no clues can be seen.

He bid farewell to his master, went down the mountain to Beijing, and was valued by the government and the public as a disciple of Qingxing Pavilion. He met King Ning in the court hall, just like a hexagram.

Everyone is destined to be King Ning.

The battle for the Great Dao has not yet begun, but in his eyes, it seems that the dust has settled.

He was assigned to be the lecturer of the prince's Taoism, looking for that opportunity——

Changing his fate against the sky is an opportunity for Da Duan to continue his life.

Last year, before and after the death day of Empress Shun Musheng, the prince finished his speech in Duanben Palace of Prince Zhao Xiao. Gentle and intelligent, Gu always loves him. It's a pity that his legs were sick when he was young, and he visited famous doctors but couldn't cure him. Gu knows that the chief doctor is superb, and has sent someone to invite him. Can the Taoist heal him?"

"I will do my best."

While speaking, there was the sound of a wheelchair roller coming from outside the hall, and the palace servants sang: "The king of Le'an County is here!"

Before the people arrived, the voice came first, and Xie Taichu heard the voice.

"Zhao Yuan has met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

This voice is euphemistic and pleasant, and the words are correct.

It is as clear as polished jade beads falling on a plate, or as the first drizzle of spring slapping bamboo leaves.

It is a mountain village in the early morning when I was young, surrounded by fairy fog, cowherd boys lead cattle to walk in the field, and pastoral songs come by.It is the layer upon layer of waves caused by the mother washing the yarn by the clear stream under the burning clouds in the evening.

The wheels rolled and entered the hall, and the figure appeared.

Crown Prince Zhao Xiao said to him, "Master Ningshan, this is the orphaned nephew, King Zhao Yuan of Le'an County."

Xie Taichu got up to see Zhao Yuan.

He seems to have seen him.

It was in the dream, in the mottled memory, in the untraceable reincarnation of the previous life, as if he was the piece of joy lost in the trauma of youth, or the unsolved mystery in enlightenment...

However, he couldn't see Zhao Yuan's future clearly.

Zhao Yuan's fate is full of fog.

King Le'an lowered his eyes helplessly, and asked with a smile, "Why is Daoist Ningshan looking at me like this?"

He tucked his sleeves and took a step back, stood up and bowed, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I thank Taichu, the Taoist name is Ningshan. I have seen His Royal Highness."

"I've heard of the elegant name of the Taoist priest, so there is no need for the Taoist priest to be polite." King Le'an replied to him.

At this moment, he has been enchanted.

The so-called opportunity is not important.

He wanted to save Zhao Yuan before saving the world.

Zhao Yuan can only act as an inevitable opportunity.

Xie Taichu held the sword behind his back, dragged a person to the horse and beheaded him, when the blood spattered, his blood surged and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stood up slowly, wiped his face with his sleeve, his own blood and the enemy's blood were mixed together, they couldn't tell the difference in his palm.

When Xue Baihu saw it, he felt that the time had come, so he drew his sword and shouted, "Brothers, he was seriously injured, let's go together!"

The rest of the cavalry cheered up and rushed forward.

Xie Taichu stood on the spot, indifferent to the crisis around him, he was full of qi, but he didn't care, he just stared at his palm blankly.

The Miao Dao in Xue Baihu's hand was unambiguous, he raised his hand and chopped it.

But Xie Taichu had disappeared in place like a ghost, and before Xue Baihu could react, he had already flashed behind Xue Baihu, with the dagger resting on his throat.

Xie Taichu's voice was erratic, and he asked him: "He said that I was a deceitful person... You said... Am I... I also feel that I am despicable."

Xue Baihu trembled all over: "Let go of me, forgive me..."

Xie Taichu didn't care about him, he said to himself: "He wants me to love him, but I just want him to change his fate and compete with Zhao Ji."

He raised his hand and cut Xue Baihu's throat.

Blood spurted out, staining his robe red.

Xue Baihu, unable to struggle, fell to the snow.

The massacre near Juyongguan was finally over.

The red blood flowed into a river, winding slowly down from the mountain stream.The temperature of the corpse made the whole valley smoky, giving it a hint of red.

The big black horse trotted out of the dense forest, and followed the familiar breath into the depths of the mist until it came to a person.

The man's long sword was stuck on the ground, someone with a severed arm had only a scarlet dagger in his hand, before the dagger was only blood red, but now it was full of human blood, it was scarlet and black.

His Taoist uniform was soaked and stuck to his body, his hair was in a messy bun, and his long hair was draped over his shoulders. Even the long hair was soaked in human blood.The whole person sat on the cage in the middle of the road, with his elbows on his knees, exhausted.

The big black horse stepped forward and licked his face.

So Xie Taichu came back to his senses and touched the big black horse's chin.

"You still here."

The big black horse snorted.

He looked at the dagger again.

"The name of this mother-child sword is Dao Demon, the long sword is Dao, and the short sword is demon. The original intention is to suppress demons with Dao heart, so as to alert oneself to walk the ruthless way. But now..." Xie Taichu laughed at himself, coughing up blood again , he held his chest and panted for a long time, "After all, the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet high."

The big black horse flicked its tail.

"I... did some wrong things." Xie Taichu said, "I hurt, hurt my closest relatives..."

He looked at his hands, and laughed a little madly: "There is no way, I can't see his fate, he should have died in the Yeling Rebellion. If he didn't fight for the world and live for the common people , there is no future..."

He raised his head to look at the sky through the fog.

"When I saw him, I understood. King Ning is destined, and all lives are destined... But I don't want him to die first... I want to push him out of this predestined death situation."

Even if you become an official and follow the dragon, you will die without regret.

He was quiet for a while.

The intense consumption, the pain all over his body, and the rambling qi in his body after breaking the ruthless path all made his vision blurred, so it took him a while to force himself to speak.

"I'm going to see him." He said, "Looking at him...even from a distance...it doesn't seem to be so uncomfortable."

He staggered to his feet, opened the cage, rummaged through one or two pieces, grabbed a piece of clothing at random, and draped it over his shoulders in a mess. It didn't matter what it was, as long as he didn't let himself lose temperature and die here again.Then he pulled the mane of the big black horse and turned on the horse.

"Let's go." He leaned on the horseback and said drowsily, "Take me to see him."

The big black horse seemed to be spiritual, and after understanding what he said, it slowly walked towards the northwest of Ningxiawei.

One up and one down on horseback.

Xie Taichu fell into darkness.

In a daze, he remembered that day, Master Wuyouzi in the pine forest.

"What is fate? Is there really a fate? Did our death really extend Daduan's life? Or did Daduan never end up in a troubled world? For such false remarks and false fate, one person, Is it right to ask hundreds of people...to die? Even if I devote myself to practice and read tens of thousands of classics, I still have no answer."

His body was melancholy, and he asked the sky, as if he was asking the sky and himself.

However, the sky was silent and did not answer.