A bird suddenly chirped in the forest, crisp and pleasant.
Amid the chirping, the white lotus swayed slightly in the wind, giving off a band of green smoke, from which a human figure gradually emerged.
It was a beautiful woman in a light gauze, dancing along with the quivering petals. Her dancing posture was graceful, her figure alluring, and her eyes moving, making the onlookers' minds tremble.
Seeing this, Tian Jingren rolled his eyes. His grayish-white eyes looked especially terrifying.
Everybody knew that Zen Master was the most unpredictable figure in all of Chaotian.
He might be able to compete with Zen Master in deducing the heavenly secrets, but he was well aware that his Cultivation state was far inferior to his opponent.
Yet, Zen Master didn't do it himself, leaving only a piece of Zen thought.
It seemed that the method employed by that piece of Zen thought wasn't that marvelous.
Tian Jingren calmed down and took out a dozen bronze coins of the former imperial court from his sleeve, throwing them in front of him in a seemingly casual manner.
The bronze coins dropped on the muddy ground, some sinking vertically into the mud, some lying in the muddy water, and some rolling in all directions.
Tian Jingren walked forward following the bronze coins. He wasn't tempted by the women dancing on the white lotus, and he didn't even use the White Bone Temple to help him.
As he walked, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and a light emitted from his body, giving him the feeling of walking like a dragon or a tiger.
The chirping of the birds in the forest suddenly became louder. The white lotus swayed more rapidly in the wind, and the women dancing among the petals moved more alluring, their clothes falling off gradually.
Tian Jingren raised his eyebrows.
A dozen energies came out from the square holes on the bronze coins, carrying the scent of alcohol and the sweetness of peaches and plums, which smelled very good.
The women dancing among the petals were intoxicated by the energies, their steps disordered and their eyes blurred, and they unwittingly came to the edge of the lotus.
"Ah! Ah! "
Along with the screams, the women fell down from the lotus and onto the muddy ground, and then kept falling down. It was unclear whether they would fall into the Yellow Spring or the Abyss.
Tian Jingren didn't take a look at them, continuing to walk toward the outside of the forest.
All of a sudden, a gust of strong wind came from outside the forest, carrying the grass and stones wet by the rain and hitting the tree trunks, making "pah" sounds.
The white lotus formed by Zen Master's footsteps swayed even more violently, as if it would snap at any moment.
The next moment, the lotus branch did not break, and the wind abruptly subsided. The forest suddenly became incomparably quiet.
More than ten statues of deities appeared on the white lotus.
Those white lotuses were originally very small, and the deity statues in them should be even smaller. However, for some reason, they gave people the feeling that they were incomparably tall, making people feel reverence.
There were Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, dragons, and elephants.
The true bodies of the gods reached the sky.
Tian Jingren's pupils shrank slightly. His robe sleeves fluttered, releasing two strands of extremely chilling and mysterious aura.
The aura exuded from the bronze coin suddenly condensed into a solid form, turning into a tree branch with two or three pinkish white peach blossoms growing on it.
The peach branch soared into the air and lashed out at the statue on the lotus.
It was like sticking out of the courtyard to chase away those poor scholars who peeped at their own scenery.
With a cracking sound, the peach branch drooped back, and the petals splashed in all directions. In the end, those deities and Buddhas were not touched at all.
Tian Jingren did not panic. He thought quietly, "No matter how many deities and Buddhas you have, you are still in the world. I won't tell you that one flower is one world. I only ask that you perish together with the world."
After several contacts, he had already deduced how powerful the zen thought left by Zen Master was.
He decided not to hold back anymore, and directly break the inhibition set by the other party.
With a clear roar, the thought that he had cultivated in White Deer Institute for many years rushed out like a great river, with an incomparably majestic momentum.
The edges of the white lotuses withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those statues of deities and Buddhas also gradually retreated, as if they were about to disappear into the night.
The question was, where did the night come from?
The great river stopped in the darkening sky, gradually fading.
It was not the zen thought left by Zen Master that launched a counterattack.
It was Tian Jingren himself who stopped the attack.
He slowly withdrew his hands.
His face was pale.
At the moment of life and death, he suddenly remembered something.
Those white lotuses, dancing girls, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas … How did he see them?
He … How could he see them?
There were many things in the world that didn't need to be figured out. It was enough to just think about them.
For example, life and death.
Tian Jingren thought about why he could see them, and that was enough.
So, he stopped seeing them.
A lotus fell into the night.
A bird returned to its nest.
An old Buddha lived in seclusion.
All the sharpness and brightness of everything in the world faded away.
(Note: these four sentences were written by Li Ao — I will open the world after my return.)
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Everything was unreal.
White lotuses, dancing girls, deities and Buddhas, birds chirping, and peaches and plums in the spring breeze were all his thoughts.
Tian Jingren recalled what the Young Zen Master had said before he left.
Everything was in one thought.
The deities and Buddhas in the sky were gone, so how could there be lotuses?
There were no peach blossoms, only blood, dripping on his body.
Tian Jingren sat on the ground, with his long hair hanging loosely and blood all over his body. He looked extremely miserable.
The boy didn't go far. It turned out that he had been by his side all the time. He shouted with a frightened face, "Sir! What's wrong with you?! "
Two streams of blood flowed out from Tian Jingren's eyes, making his face look even paler.
His voice was extremely low, "Let's go."
It was Zen Master's mercy that he was still alive.
Of course, if he hadn't woken up and continued to attack the deities and Buddhas in the sky, those attacks would have hit his Dao Heart.
Even if he could survive, he would have become an idiot.
The boy didn't dare say anything more. He helped him walk out of the Net Perception Temple.
Tian Jingren didn't go back to the old plum garden, but left Zhaoge City directly.
His Cultivation state had been greatly damaged, so he couldn't calculate the heavenly secrets for ten years.
More importantly, his mind was damaged severely, and it was unknown when he could recover.
Could the stream water and the sound of reading at the Institute of White Deer help him calm down?
What would the reaction of the Godly Swordsman by the West Ocean be when he learned of this?
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The news that Tian Jingren had left Zhaoge City shocked many people, causing many speculations.
Some people said that he had the demeanor of a highly achieved swordsman. He left after finishing his task, hiding himself and his name, unwilling to stay in the mortal world any longer.
Some people said that he had studied the heavenly ways for the sake of the future of his nation, so he was counterattacked by the heavenly ways. His lifespan and Cultivation state were greatly damaged, and he needed to recuperate.
Jing Jiu of course knew that these were all untrue.
Seeing his expression, Zhao Layue had vaguely guessed the truth. She was a bit surprised, but she also thought it was reasonable. But she was curious about how he had done it.
Jing Jiu didn't explain. He thought that these two rumors must have been pushed by some people in the Imperial Court and the Western Sea Sword School, so he felt it was troublesome.
It wasn't that the situation was difficult to solve; it was literally what it meant.
Jing Jiu thought it was very troublesome to deal with and think about these things.
Zhao Layue had the same thought.
Then they thought of one thing at the same time.
They should take Gu Qing with them if they wanted to leave Aoyama and travel the world in the future.
Zhao Layue didn't know about this beforehand. She came to find Jing Jiu for another piece of news.
"Do you know where the Emperor is going?"
"Where?"
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