The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

The dangerous building is a hundred feet tall and has nine floors, all made of wood.

There are not many tall buildings of this kind in the entire Central Plains, let alone the southwest.

Although the building is tall, it is not tight. After all, the weather in Dali is warm and the weather is like spring all year round. Unlike the north, there is no need to be too thick and solid.

Therefore, this building is simpler and easier to build than the same nine-story building in the north.

The double doors downstairs, one front and one back, were both tightly closed at the moment. There was no one guarding them, but it was also very quiet, as if it was a forbidden area.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to call the door." the abbot said.

Zhao Tong waved his hand, and then he walked forward slowly with his sleeves folded.

"Your Majesty, you can't do that..." everyone around him shouted.

"No need to follow." Zhao Tong said calmly.

He walked to the main entrance of the dangerous building and looked at the two large characters above. The writing was in Chinese official script, which was quite artistic.

The door was bolted from the inside, but he just pushed it gently, and it opened without any sign of damage. Everyone behind looked shocked.

"Your Majesty..." Among the Qin soldiers, Luda was the most skilled in martial arts. He was promoted to Grandmaster when he conquered Xixia that year, and was already on the verge of reaching the half-step Grand Master level.

He rubbed his eyes: "Your Majesty's martial arts..."

"Master has been promoted again!" Yuan Ying said, feeling in her heart that she couldn't beat Master Dog even more.

The abbot of Chongsheng Temple looked dull, and then the corners of his mouth gradually cracked, and he took a deep breath. Could this be...

Zhao Tong walked into the dangerous building. This building is a Buddhist scriptures building. Each floor is a large flat floor. Some of them have independent rooms, but they are also exquisite and still look vast.

The first floor of the dangerous building is filled with rows of bookshelves, but there is no one there. The windows are large, allowing plenty of sunlight and making it very clear to see things.

There are also scriptures on the second floor, but there are not as many bookshelves as on the first floor, and there are fewer books. Obviously, the scriptures here are more precious than those on the first floor.

Then on the third floor, there was only a row of bookshelves. There were only a few dozen books on them, which were obviously more rare. There was also a wooden box inlaid with gold on the wall. I didn't know what was contained in it.

When Zhao Tong went up to the fourth floor, he no longer saw scriptures on the bookshelf. Instead, there were many apricot-yellow futons placed along the wall. A large wind and fire futon at the front looked like a place for scripture lectures.

On the fifth floor, there are many more instruments, such as Zen staffs, sticks, and swords, as well as some rare weapons, such as the magic pestle, iron wood fish, copper cymbals, and the like.

When we went up to the sixth floor, there was still no one there, and the light also dimmed. There were large windows from the fifth floor down, while the sixth floor turned into long, narrow windows.

This is because it is windy and cold at high places, and small windows can easily block the wind and prevent the temperature inside the building from changing too much. This is why it is designed this way.

There was nothing special on the sixth floor. It was an empty floor, the air was filled with the smell of old decay, and the ground, especially around the windows, was covered with dust.

Zhao Tong made no sound as he walked, and even his breath could not be sensed by others, unless the other party was also in the Heavenly Realm.

The state of the unity of heaven and man is the pulsation of one's own integration into the world and all things. Only when the opposite party is also in this state, will they be able to detect the pulsation in subtle ways, otherwise it will be almost impossible to detect it.

Zhao Ju went up to the seventh floor. The seventh floor was supposed to be darker than the sixth floor, but candles were lit. A candle stand was placed in the center of the open space. The red and yellow candle seedlings contrasted with each other, creating a quiet atmosphere.

Zhao Tong glanced at the candle and suddenly remembered something. He smiled slightly and pointed his finger like a sword lightly towards the candle flame.

I saw a wisp of sword energy emitted from my fingertips that was invisible to the naked eye. This was not referring to the wind, nor was it directly forcing out the internal energy of the blood, but the sharp energy of the sword.

The edge is as sharp as a sword and can injure enemies from afar.

That wisp of sword energy shot out from Zhao Tong's fingertips and turned sideways to the candlestick. In just a blink of an eye, the seven candles on the candlestick were stabbed by the sword energy and cut into the candle flowers, and went out with a "pull" sound.

Zhao Tao touched his palms and smiled: "Wonderful!"

At this time, a voice came from upstairs: "Who is it?"

Zhao Tong knew that Duan Heyu had been alarmed. If he hadn't made a sound, Duan Heyu would have known that someone had entered the building. After all, there was so much noise outside the building before, how could Duan Heyu not hear it?

But after entering the building, if he didn't take the initiative to make any noise, Duan Heyu wouldn't know where he was.

This is also a warning to Duan Heyu. You'd better be careful. If I don't speak out, you won't be able to find me!

Zhao Tong didn't answer at the moment, just hummed softly and continued walking upstairs.

Above is the eighth floor. There are also candlesticks on the eighth floor, and there are a few more things. There is a painting hanging on the innermost wall. Zhao Tong looks through the candlelight and sees an elegant middle-aged man on the portrait.

This middle-aged man is wearing a blue Confucian shirt and a Confucian scarf. He has no beard. He is born with a plump sky and a round pavilion. He is very dignified. He has one hand behind his back and the other hand is holding a scroll. The word "Nanhua" was written about it.

This... I didn't know who the painting was at first, but since I read the Nanhua Sutra, it couldn't be Tianluzi, right?
Duan Heyu was inherited by Tianluzi, so it makes sense to bring Tianluzi's portrait from the cave to enshrine him. After all, he can be regarded as a master from another generation.

But Zhao Tongke doesn't have a good impression of Tianluzi. According to the theory of cause and effect, if the butterfly on one side of the mountain flaps its wings, a hurricane will blow on the sea on the other side of the mountain. This Tianluzi can be said to have been the site of many major events over the past hundred years. The originator of.

If he had not eloped with Li Shuangmei, then the Zizi Sect would not be torn apart, there would be no Tianshan Divine Bird Palace, and Li Canghai would not go to the Central Plains.

If Li Canghai had not gone to the Central Plains, he would not have met Jintai. If he had not met Jintai, Jintai would not have retired to seclusion early, and later became a monk at Songshan Temple. This is a line.

If he had not eloped with Li Shuangmei, there would not have been a quarrel later, Li Shuangmei would not have gone back to see the torn Zi Zi Sect, would not have married Li Yuanhao in order to reorganize Zi Zi Sect, and would not have participated in the Xixia Palace Fight. In the end, He took control of the power, put his son who was only a few years old on the throne, and participated in politics behind the scenes.

Without Li Shuangmei planning Xixia's national affairs, it's hard to say whether Xixia could have lasted for so many years. Maybe it would fall apart as soon as Li Yuanhao died, and it wouldn't even matter if one generation died.

In this case, the wars fought by the Song army and Xixia in the past hundred years should really not have happened. The strategic focus will all shift to the north. It is hard to say that the Song Dynasty will really destroy the Liao Dynasty. The Jurchens may not be able to develop, or they may not be able to develop. Was destroyed by Song Dynasty.

This is the situation in the world. If the rain is distributed to hundreds of millions of people, it will affect countless people. Different wars will have different impacts on the people, ranging from firewood, rice, oil and salt, donations and taxes, and even life circumstances, the development of future generations, or more Either way it will affect you, some more, it will directly affect another life, some less, but it is not nothing at all.

Of course, the one most affected was the Song Dynasty court.

This is the huge impact caused by the butterfly Tianluzi's actions back then.

Of course, all of this has already happened, and it is useless to assume anything now. It is just about cause and effect. The butterfly Pian Luzi is the cause. It flaps its wings and causes countless effects, most of which are bad effects.

So Zhao Tong didn't want to see him. He thought it was Tian Luzi's portrait, and his face couldn't help but feel cold. Of course, he wouldn't go forward to destroy the portrait. That would be a bit too petty.

Duan Heyu was not on the eighth floor, but Zhao Yu felt that he was not on the ninth floor either. He seemed to be between the eighth and ninth floors. Could it be that he was on the steps?

Zhao Tong was very curious, what was Heyu doing on the steps? It was wrong to say that he was going up or downstairs, because from the moment he stepped into this dangerous building, he felt that the other person was there and did not move at all. Zhao Tong slowly walked towards the steps upstairs. The feeling became stronger and stronger. Duan Heyu seemed to be at the top of the steps, but he had not yet set foot on the ninth floor, maybe just one and a half steps away.

Zhao Tong climbed up the steps and climbed slowly. If it were not a high-rise building with suspended floors, the steps would have turned into a curve, and this dangerous building was no exception.

When he turned to the other side of the steps, he saw a monk in white clothes, stepping on the last step, but he couldn't get up.

The monk in white turned his head and looked at Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong looked at the monk in white. White monk robes were very rare. Legend has it that Shenxiu, the leading figure of the Northern School of Zen at that time, wore moon-white monk robes.

It is said that in the early Song Dynasty, there was also a famous monk named Wuhua, who also wore white monk robes.

Now it was the third man in white monk robes that Zhao Tong had seen and heard, Tiannan Dali, Duan Heyu, the abdicated leader of the country.

Duan Heyu was born with an extremely elegant and handsome appearance. Even though he was over fifty, he could still see the unparalleled handsomeness and suave style in his youth.

He has no beard, his eyebrows are trimmed like swords, his eyes are as bright as stars, his eyes are filled with astonishing energy, and his expression remains calm.

"Emperor Qin?" Looking at Zhao Tong, the monk in white said casually.

Zhao Tong smiled and said nothing. He originally came to Chongsheng Temple to compete with Duan Heyu and see if he could glean some principles from heaven and man, so as to impact the unity of heaven and man.

At this moment, there is nothing left to do. One day under the bodhi tree, one realizes the Tao and the Dharma, and when he turns around again, he is already in the realm of gods and humans.

Seeing that Zhao Tong remained silent, Duan Heyu thought for a moment, and then his expression gradually became serious: "Dali returned to Qin, and I fled to the Buddhist sect. The reason why Emperor Qin came here..."

Zhao Tong touched his chin: "No need..."

"What's wrong?" Duan Heyu's expression changed slightly at this moment. A suspicion emerged from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't quite believe it. He really didn't believe it.

He probed: "The Emperor Qin's martial arts is extraordinary, I can't see the realm, could it be..."

Zhao Tie squinted his eyes and looked at Duan Heyu stepping on the last step to the ninth floor as if taking root under his feet, and couldn't help but smile.

"Is it hard to be stuck here?"

"Emperor Qin, you..." Duan Heyu's expression immediately changed when he heard this: "What did you see?"

"It's dangerous at this time. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Heaven and man... Heaven and man are not like this!" Zhao Tong said with a smile.

He has already seen that Duan Heyu is stuck in the crack of the door of the unity of heaven and man. He can't get in, and he can't get out. It's okay if he can't get in, but if he gets out by force, he will never have such a chance again, and there will be no hope in this life. Heavenly being.

But it's impossible to stay stuck forever. If you can't get in after a long time, you will definitely be squeezed out. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

"I don't believe it!" Duan Heyu stared at Zhao Tong closely: "I don't believe it! Emperor Qin, you are wrong!"

Zhao Tong bared his teeth and said, "If you don't believe it, go up to the ninth floor and try."

"Me!" Duan Heyu looked to the front right. He was clearly standing on the last step, but he couldn't move up to the ninth floor, which was just around the corner.

It was clearly only a short distance away. If you stretched out your arms or even bent your knees, you were already there, but you couldn't move your feet over.

Zhao Tong turned around from below and saw that Duan Heyu was using this dangerous building to reflect himself.

A dangerous building is used as a furnace, and one's own body is used as a fire, in order to realize the unity of heaven and man.

After all, we have taken the wrong path. It is like the realm of the unity of nature and man. We must not be complacent in a certain frame. What is the unity of nature and man? It is in harmony with all the phenomena of heaven and earth. There is me in you and you in me. The rhythm is unified and changes with the changes of all things.

Let’s not say whether Duan Heyu’s method of attacking heaven and man can be successful. Even if it does succeed, it is still a fake heaven and man, and it is fake!
Moreover, this method of attacking heavenly beings is extremely harmful to the body. It is a process of killing a thousand enemies and damaging oneself eight hundred. Even if he steps past the last step and reaches the ninth floor, he will not be able to afford the end of vomiting blood.

It is even very possible that he will become possessed and become a pseudo-celestial being, and he may even lose his life in the end.

However, Zhao Tong will not give advice to the other party. Firstly, it is not necessary. Secondly, the other party has already reached this point, has inner demons and cannot listen to anything.

Duan Heyu called out "I", his blood and energy burst out, and huge internal energy filled his body. He raised his legs and walked towards the ninth floor.

But he couldn't move forward no matter what. It was as if there was an invisible wall blocking him in front of him. No matter how strong his body was, it would be difficult to break through this wall blocking the way.

Zhao Tong blinked and said again: "It's hard to pass."

"I, I don't believe it!" Duan Heyu was originally dressed in moon-white monk robes, and he was elegant and looked like a fairy. But now his face was ferocious, as if he was possessed by a demon: "I don't believe it!"

After he finished speaking, there was only a "stab" sound, and the moon-white monk's robes split in many places. It turned out to be cracked by the turbulent internal force he stirred up.

"Ahhhhh!" Duan Heyu's blood energy burst out, and at this moment, a vicious whirlpool blew up and down in the originally quiet and windless building, surrounding Duan Heyu.

Zhao Tong stared at this scene with great interest. Duan Heyu was determined to follow the path he had discovered on his own. At this moment, he was already showing signs of being possessed by the devil. He wondered if he could just go all out and prove that he was a false heavenly being.

Just look at Duan Heyu's originally shaved head, black hair stubble appeared strangely, a short red beard grew under his chin, a blood crack appeared in the middle of his forehead, and even the skin on his face became Rough and hard.

Zhao Tong said to himself: "The higher you practice martial arts, the younger you stay. As you get older, not only do you have a childlike appearance, but you may even rejuvenate yourself. You have become such a ghost, not only ugly, but also become old and ugly. What does this mean?" Right way?"

Duan Heyu couldn't hear what Zhao Tong was saying at this moment. His blood was boiling all over his body, his strength was surging, and all his energy was concentrated in front of him, like an extremely sharp awl both inside and outside. He finally took this step and stepped directly to the ninth level. On the upper floor.

A loud "bang" was heard, and a big hole was opened in the floor.

Zhao Tong was speechless. Is this the unity of heaven and man? Isn’t this so damn devastating?

"I have become a heavenly being, I have finally become a heavenly being!" Duan Heyu stood on the ninth floor, his eyes red, looking up to the sky and smiling, his elegant image completely gone.

"You are a fake heavenly being." Zhao Tao said coldly: "Fake."

"What?" Duan Heyu turned his head suddenly: "Emperor Qin, what did you say? Are you questioning my martial arts realm?"

"Fake things can't be true." Zhao Tong chuckled.

"You, you..." Duan Heyu suddenly became furious: "Emperor Qin, you question my martial arts, I will fight you to the death!"

(End of this chapter)