So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 243: Timing
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Autumn frost is everywhere, and weeds are withered.
There was a light rain the night before, and the traces of horseshoes stretched all the way to the end of the sky.
The setting sun was like blood, smearing the entire sky crimson, the wind and sand outside the pass rolled across the ground, and when it passed through the broken city wall standing alone in the wilderness, it made a sharp sound like a ghost.
There used to be a city here.
It has been in ruins for many years. There are no flags at the top of the city. Only a few flagpoles are still standing.
Most of the city wall collapsed, and the remaining stones looked very strong and built high, and its shadow covered a large area on the ruins, so the buildings there were also the best preserved.
As long as you step on the rubble and sand into the roadway, you can see a circle of stone masonry beside the well, and the shed covering the well is only half collapsed. Footprints are everywhere near the well. In this abandoned city, because of this remaining well, caravans will occasionally pass by here and stop temporarily.
There are several very spacious stone houses next to the well. The damaged roofs have also been carefully repaired by people passing by. The old and new stones are different from each other, and the felt cloth is so dirty that the color is not visible. Violation.
The deserted city is deserted and deserted, and the sharp howling sounds like a cry of sadness.
At this moment, in front of the stone house, in the shelter under the root of the city wall, someone used a fan to fan the fire at the pyre.
In the earthen jar set on the fire, the soup is milky white and has a strong fragrance.
The fire fan sits leisurely on the rock, watching the fire on the pyre, while humming the tune: “Luoyang City is a good spring, Luoyang Taoists are old and old, old and old, and lamb cannot be less.” /
He wears a Gebu Dao robe, wide robe with big sleeves, straight to his elbow, wearing a crown of green lotus on his head, and a snow-white whisk behind his back, pedaling on cloud shoes.
Looks like an ordinary Taoist Taoist, but his body is spotless, and he looks extremely unusual in the wilderness outside the pass. It seems sloppy and unassuming, but his eyes are deep and transparent, as if he can see through the sadness and joy of the world, and there is a touch of natural majesty in Qingming.
For someone to see, first of all, under this extraordinary look, it is impossible to recognize his appearance carefully.
“Good sheep.”
Nan Hongzi looked down at the crock pot, took out a pair of chopsticks and fiddled in the soup. There was a lamb leg bone inside, which was cooked thoroughly, and the thin slices of lamb rolled up and down, very attractive.
“Some seasonings.” Nan Hongzi muttered, touching her sleeves in her arms, and finally took out a small crude porcelain bottle, containing the Sichuan peppercorns, which had been ground into pieces.
With a light shake in the crock pot, the crushed pepper quickly melted into the soup, and there was no trace of it.
At the same time, a scent of fresh hemp came over.
“Tsk tsk.”
Nan Hongzi put away the porcelain vase triumphantly, and said to herself: “The craftsmanship is as good as it was back then!”
He stretched out his hand comfortably and lifted the gourd next to him, suddenly taken aback.
The eyes dangled on the gourd and then shook again. It was regrettable to confirm that there was not a single drop of the pot of wine that I had made in the country shop before leaving the customs.
“There is no disciple beside, not even a wine buyer.”
Nan Hongzi threw the gourd aside and said angrily.
Although it is lonely here, with the strength of the monks’ feet, it’s not a matter of ten miles to get a drink at any time.
Nan Hongzi is alone, and he wants to cook mutton soup, and he wants to drink alcohol, which is obviously impossible.
“Wine, what I want, meat, what I want. You can’t have both. It’s a leisurely way to give up your apprentice.” Nan Hongzi solemnly sighed at the earthen jar, “No one grabs it. That’s great!”
Compared with the benefits of eating alone, apprentices should go wherever they go to cool off!
After all, I am happy alone!
“Go away, go away.” Nan Hongzi waved his hand, the fire in the pyre was extinguished, and only smoke remained.
He held the chopsticks, before he even started, he saw a figure standing at the end of the ruins.
Nan Hongzi was shocked.
Although he is not a monk now, his realm is already extraordinary, and he also possesses the spiritual knowledge of the Mahayana period because of the loss of home. In this world, there are only a handful of people who can be close to him so that he can’t notice the slightest movement.
I don’t know the enemy and I, so it’s obviously wrong to act rashly.
Nan Hongzi narrowed his eyes, and laughed a long voice: “Which fellow Taoist passed by, could it be because of the craftsmanship of the poor Dao?”
The man walked slowly from the windy sand, clasped the hat, wrapped tightly in felt cloth, only showing a pair of eyes and a strange scarlet mark between his eyebrows.
I saw two lotus flowers up close, but the roots under the lotus were joined together.
Nan Hongzi is very knowledgeable. Some of the side-sect exercises passed down from generation to generation in the cultivation world will show signs outside the Lingtai Purple Mansion, that is, marks on the center of the eyebrows.
But Bingdilian-Nan Hongzi has never heard of such a mark.
At the moment, the vigilance is deeper, Nan Hongzi’s hands holding chopsticks froze:
The visitor had no flaws in his eyes. In other words, Nan Hongzi felt that no matter where he started, he was not sure about it. This kind of mystery, like a dangerous figure full of uncertainty, was the only thing Nan Hongzi saw in his life.
“Do you call me fellow daoist?”
The slightly hoarse voice smiled, and his eyes fell on Nan Hongzi, as if looking at something strange.
“According to my inquiries over time, the Beixuan Sect should be destroyed. At this time in this world, there are not only people who practice the Yuanming Yuangong, but there is a hidden agreement of the original Daotian solution. People who are rational, the Beixuan school is really passing on the fire, and it is endless.”
The tone of the visitor was not good, but Nan Hongzi disapproved, and started to fish for lamb.
“Junior, do you think I am talking nonsense?” The man smiled coldly.
Nan Hongzi sneered, junior, this name has really not been heard for years.
However, the juniors should be juniors. Based on the age of Duoshe, Qu Hong is still less than 40 years old!
The person in front of me has a high level of cultivation, and the realm is even more vast and can’t be seen clearly. To Nan Hongzi, he is a bit like his little apprentice Chen He—the cultivation level is far inferior to himself. Realm, this is a person whose strength can’t keep up with realm for various reasons.
Chen He was in the stage of transforming gods. It is said that he could ascend as a demon in his previous life. It’s not surprising that there is such an anomaly.
But the person in front of him has clearly reached the peak of the Mahayana stage, and still gives people this feeling. This is incredible.
Nan Hongzi didn’t need to think about it carefully, she just gave this uninvited guest a “trouble” hat in her heart. Well, it’s still a big trouble! Because listening to his tone, he seemed to have seen the scene of the heyday of the Northern Xuan School.
At least Nan Hongzi confirmed the name “A Thousand Tribulations Wuxiang Luming Yuan Gong”, and the Bei Xuan School had never heard of it for five generations.
——This person even met Shi Feng Chen He.
Nan Hongzi’s thoughts turned, there is no way to guess.
The person in front of him was mentioned by Shi Feng. In the South China Sea, he fought against Shen Yubai, the lord of Feiqiong Island, and became Yang Xinyue, the lord of Nanhe Sect, who was in the form of Qiantan and Tilian.
A monk from eight thousand years ago.
Nan Hongzi frowned. At the beginning, he told Shi Feng that no matter what happened, the boat will go straight to the bridge and there must be a way to the mountain, but this mountain ran to find himself, which was unexpected.
Even though 8000 years ago, the Northern Xuan Sect of Nanhezong fought for life and death, and the enmity was as deep as the sea. After the passage of time, the Beixuan faction existed in name only, and the Nanhezong didn’t even have a shadow. Who still has that thought in the world? Calculate this account?
“The meat rolls too long, it will grow old.” Nan Hongzi stretched out his chopsticks into the crock pot, “The world is just like the lamb in this soup. I have to tell a moment.”
“Oh? In your eyes, the road is not as important as this pot of soup?” Yang Xinyue said lightly.
“Can the poor Dao touch the Dao? Is it about to soar?” Nan Hongzi laughed and said to himself, “No, so Dao is not comparable to this pot of mutton soup. The timing should not be missed. Missing is not an opportunity. What hasn’t come yet is just a glamorous, ethereal one.”
Yang Xinyue is certainly not someone who is persuaded so easily.
He stared at Nan Hongzi and said meaningfully: “I thought you would be very interested in what I said about the’Yuan Dao Tian Jie’, as long as you ask, I will not deceive you like a junior. “
Nan Hongzi went on to eat lamb without speaking.
Not only did I eat, but I also took out the dry cake from my arms, broke it and soaked it in the soup, and the fragrance was floating everywhere.
Something under Yang Xinyue’s felt robe moved suddenly.
He grabbed his hold and said nonchalantly, “Now that the realm of comprehension is declining, and there is no one in the world who understands this way, I see you are so refreshing and supernatural, you must be the realm of your own understanding. How? Out of the unprecedented realm of transcendence, in fact, is still in the path of reverting to the ancient monk, lost? Or disappointed?”
Nan Hongzi had no choice but to look up from the mutton soup: “Why did the lord cultivate immortality?”
Yang Xinyue’s eyes narrowed.
He didn’t feel surprised that the other party pointed out his identity, unless the two Northern Xuan sect disciples he had seen before had hatred with the one in front of him, he would not remind each other.
But Nan Hongzi’s question obviously exceeded his expectations.
“Xiuxian——” Yang Xinyue murmured, “It’s a long time, I have forgotten it.”
Nan Hongzi high-five and applauded: “Forget it.”
“…”
Yang Xinyue will definitely look at him.
——Forget, it is not obsession.
It’s better than “getting ahead”, “revening”, “getting rid of birth, old age, sickness and death” and so on.
There are comparisons, gains and losses. If you can’t break it, it’s a devil.
Nan Hongzi will not compare the “Tao” with the ancient monks who first enlightened him.
“Whoever goes, this is whose way, there is no one before, there is no one after, but the mutton of heaven and earth and me!” Nan Hongzi said solemnly holding his chopsticks.
Yang Xinyue smiled suddenly, he sat down by the fire and unwrapped the felt robe.
What made Nan Hongzi dumbfounded was that the other party grabbed it casually, used his true essence to form a pair of chopsticks, and bluntly reached into the pot, and picked up the largest and most thoroughly cooked piece of mutton.
“You missed the opportunity.” Yang Xinyue smiled slightly.
“…”
“Guhuang didn’t have this kind of utensils. Fortunately, it’s not difficult to learn.” Yang Xinyue’s second chopsticks were not so accurate, as if he had just stared at the pot for a long time, and he could understand the law of tumbling lamb.
Speaking of grabbing food, Nan Hongzi has been fighting against his apprentice for many years, so how dare he fall behind?
A pot of lamb and soaked dry cakes were snatched by the two in an instant.
Nan Hong’s thoughts are still unfinished, so I am in the mood to look at this Nanhe Sect’s suzerain.
—Except for the mark between the eyebrows, Yang Xinyue’s appearance is very ordinary, only a very large cyan gourd hung on his waist.
Nan Hongzi’s eyes lit up.
Yang Xinyue saw through his thoughts and said: “This is not wine.”
After finishing speaking, I patted the gourd and added solemnly: “There is a fish inside.”
“It’s not just right, fish and sheep, Xian Ye, just cook another pot of soup.” Nan Hongzi suggested.
“No, this is a big fish that can swallow the entire South China Sea monks. It is extremely hard. Just scraping the scales can exhaust a Mahayana monk.” Yang Xinyue said according to the constantly moving gourd.
“…”