Way of Choices

The Pope looked deep into the night and said, "This is for him to die."

At night, the man responded indifferently: "What is death? So many royal families were dead."

The Pope remained silent for a long time, and the star sea deep in his eyes gradually calmed down: "You are not a royal family, why can't you let go of these things?"

The voice in the night was calm and firm: "This is His Majesty's will."

The pope knew that his majesty was not the first emperor, but the greatest emperor of the ages-His Majesty Emperor Taizong.

The conversation began with a letter sent from Xining town to Kyoto many years ago.

This controversy began when the young man named Chen Changsheng walked into the deserted campus of the National College of Education two and a half years ago.

It seems that this conversation should end tonight.

It's just that even at this time, the Pope is still unsure, like the green leaf in the pot, gently swinging with the night wind.

This does not mean that he does not have his own position and his Dao Xin is not firm enough. On the contrary, it is because he has to consider too much, and it is difficult to make a decision.

"Except for me, no one knows what you are most good at is the time volume, which is the Western Liudian."

At night, it seemed that there was a glance, falling in the small pool in the hall, and then on the wooden scoop by the pool.

The man said to the Pope: "You are the gurgling water flowing westwards. Although it has been flowing for thousands of years, it still hasn't gotten a little bit of dust and dirt. It is clear that Ning Rou has endless power, then... You don’t need to make a decision at this time, and at the last moment, you will find out what you are thinking."

After saying this, there was no more sound in the night.

The pope stood on the stone steps, looked at the shadow of the cornice, and stood in front of the sound of the running water, the green leaves swaying slightly in the night breeze.

"Brother, what you cultivate is good intentions, so you are so confident that my mind will be yours?"

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After leaving Xining Town, the rest of the people went to many places with Master, but neither the snow field in Hanshan nor the wilderness under the Xueguan Pass, he did not like it too much, because there were too few people, and the Baidi City on the bank of the Red River He was not too impressed, but he was a little bit happy when he heard that the Highness Princess Princess was actually a student of the younger brother.

He has been in a good mood these days these days, not because it is Kyoto, his hometown.

He was raised by Master since he was a child. When he was a child, he only had some vague memories, but he hadn’t remembered it for a long time. The Master told him that he was from Kyoto and lived here, but he couldn’t remember where his home was. And he doesn't like Kyoto, and he doesn't like the snowy wilderness for different reasons. He thinks there are too many people in Kyoto.

There are too many people in Kyoto, too few people in the snowy wilderness, and not many people in Xining Town, the best.

He didn’t know why Master took him to so many places and why he came to Kyoto. He just worried about Master’s body and wanted to meet him, but after Master took him to Tianshuling, he quietly disappeared and told him not to After leaving Tianshuling, he said that a few days later, he could meet his younger brother.

Looking at the disappearing figure of Master, he thought for a while and felt that it was fine. No matter what happened to the younger brother, there was always a master who could always solve it. And there are really too many people in Kyoto. He really doesn’t like it. There are not many people in Tianshuling. There are green trees and flowing water. It is easy to remind him of the mountain, the stream behind Xining Town, and On the happy days of apologizing and catching fish and eating fish with the younger brother, I heard that when the younger brother observed Taoism and enlightened the Dao, the sky was full of stars, which made him very proud and happy, so he felt that he had more reasons to like here.

There is another very important thing-you can see the Tianshu stele in the Tianshu Mausoleum. He has read Dao-Tibetan since childhood, except for the last one, which has already been integrated. Although, like Chen Changsheng, Master hasn’t taught him how to practice, he naturally has a kind of heavenly stele that conceals the principles of Taoism and Law. Feeling close, I want to see something interesting from it.

When Master left Tianshuling, he told him not to leave, but he did not say that he should not be allowed to see the Tianshu monument. He cooked for two days in the small courtyard, stood on the crutches by the fence, watched the sun change twice, and thought there should be no problem, he walked out of Meili with the wrapped lunch box and followed the mountain road Go to the mausoleum.

The dynasty test has a long time to go, because last year Zhou Yuan opened and the stone cooking conference and many subsequent changes, the observers in the Tianshu Mausoleum successively came out of the mausoleum, and the monks who still remain in the mausoleum compared to previous years Very little, he walked on the mountain road for a long time, but no one met him until he came to the first monument.

In front of this stele, he met a steward named Ji Jin. The stele of the stele had a gentle temperament, with a sense of indifference and calmness that saw through the world, and it felt good to the rest. He thought that Tianshuling was indeed a holy place for monasticism. After a long time of observing the stele, it would be like this in temperament. Promote?

The stele waiter named Ji Jin asked him which sect's disciple Shanmen was, why he entered Tianshuling and began to observe the stele at this time.

The others didn't know how to answer, but fortunately he couldn't speak. He put his crutches on the pavilion and made a few gestures with one hand. He didn't know if the other party could understand.

Ji Jin didn't understand his sign language, but he clearly saw the handicap of the rest of the people, he felt compassionate, he didn't ask any more, and he was reminded not to reluctantly observe the monument and pay attention to rest.

Watching the stele attendant leave along the mountain road, the others wiped the cold sweat that had oozed from his forehead, and there was a smug smile in his eyes. He thought that what the teacher said was wrong, he wouldn’t lie, but in Xining Town No need to lie, you see, I managed to hide a senior at this time.

The first Tianshu monument in Tianshuling is the Zhaoqing monument.

The others slowly dragged their legs to the front of the monument, looked at it, a little curious and a little excited, and even could not help reaching out to touch it. He thought that this Tianshu monument was really interesting. The poem written by the former Yinxian was really good. It felt really comfortable to touch with his fingers. It was cold and cold, just like the stream on the mountain behind Xining Town.

Then he came to the second Tianshu monument.

This Tianshu monument is also very interesting. He looked at it with great interest, and felt that the lines were so beautiful, like the light cut by the leaves on the mountain behind Xining Town in autumn.

Then he came to the third Tianshu monument.

This Tianshu monument is more interesting. The traces on the surface of the monument are still clear, and the lines are still beautiful, but they are not as complicated as the first two monuments. In his eyes, they have become extremely simple lines.

Simplicity does not mean not beautiful, it does not mean that it is easy to understand, just like the rainy season in Xining town, the water line that the old temple eaves fell, and the traces of yellow leaves dancing down by the rain. In order to understand the laws in the traces, the rest of the time spent more time this time, and even put the crutches aside and sat on the ground for a while.

Then, there is the fourth Tianshu monument.

The fifth heavenly stele.

Block 6.

Block 7.

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I don't know how long it has passed.

When the others came to a stele, he held his cane and tilted his head slightly, looking at the stele under the house, feeling a little strange.

Because the monument was broken, the original monument did not know where to go.

He didn't know that this broken stele was cut by a man named Zhou Du|hu. At that time, the broken stele was used as the boundary. He had seen those Tianshu steles, which were all called Qianling steles.

He knew that the younger brother's observation of the monument in Tianshu Ling last year was very smooth and made him proud.

He looked up at the sky and found that the sun had not yet reached Zhongtian. The weather was not too hot, so he decided to continue watching.

It was not half a day before he entered Tianshuling at this time.

How to view the broken monument? He didn't know.

He walked slowly to the broken stele, reaching for the broken stubble on the stele.

After a while, he withdrew his fingers, thoughtfully, looked around, and found himself still in front of the broken monument.

He changed the crutches to one side, held it with his broken arm, and scratched the itchy back with his free right hand. Somewhat puzzled, he thought to himself, "What should I do next?"

The autumn wind in the hills flicked lightly, bringing up his whitish robe robe, lifting the black hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes.

He has one eye that can't see things, but wonders if he can see anything else.

He walked to the wild forest behind the stele, reached for the prickly grass branches, and looked inside curiously.

There is a vague road there, which should have been stepped on. It is almost covered by wild grass. I don't know how many years no one has walked.

Looking at the trail that was difficult to stand on, the expression on the face of the others was embarrassing, but after thinking about it, he still supported it with a cane and limped into it.

Weeds gradually overwhelmed his figure, and the wild road gradually extended under his feet and crutches.

Do not know how long it took, he finally got out of this wild forest and came to another monument.

He raised his arms and wiped off the sweat on his face with his sleeves. He felt that his face was a little hot, and he was lucky that he didn't get lost, otherwise he would be in trouble, and he couldn't call someone to help.

He went to the monument and began to observe the monument.

This is no longer Qianling.

Tomb of the Tomb of Heaven, he has come to the Second Tomb

Zhou Du|Fu was the first person to walk directly here after breaking the monument in the Tianshuling.

Of course he didn't know this. He continued to look at the stele, went on, and saw one stele after another.

When he was hungry, he took out the lunch box from his arms and began to eat. When he was hungry, he went to find some mountain water to drink.

The dish in the lunch box is very simple, it is fried bacon with green pepper.

The bacon was found on the beam of a deserted yard stove. The green pepper was picked by him in an unattended vegetable field.

The sun sets, the stars rise into the night sky, the sun rises, the stars retreat to the bright rear, and the clear streams in the mountains flow slowly, just like time.

I don't know that in the first few days, I found out that the lunch box was empty. No matter whether it was fried bacon with green pepper or tofu, there was no residue left.

He was really a little hungry, so he walked back along the same path, and when he passed those monuments, he finally saw some monks.

In the past few days, I have seen silent forests and steles. Finally, I was able to see people. The others were somewhat happy, and nodded to those monks.

And those monks looked at him like a ghost.

Who is this person? Why haven't I seen it before? Why did he come back from the front? Has he seen the next Tianshu monument?

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