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Chapter 42 Enlightenment and the Future

It was already late autumn and early morning, and there was still a hint of chill in the air.

Zhou Qing walked out of the house and stood in the small courtyard.

His mind is very messy now, he is thinking hard and can't find a way out, he is gradually getting a little irritable, and he just wants to be clear at this moment.

In Zhou Qing's yard, a tall plane tree was planted.

Suddenly a gust of autumn wind blew, and immediately several sycamore leaves broke away from the branches and slowly fell.

There are already many fallen leaves on the ground. Now in late autumn, leaves are falling in the wind every night.

Zhou Qing looked at the fallen leaves, his eyes gradually lost.

Did the fallen leaves fall voluntarily?
Among the fallen leaves, Zhou Qing felt a kind of loneliness, a kind of bleakness.

Maybe voluntarily, maybe not, but so what?

At this moment when the autumn wind blows, no matter what the thoughts of falling leaves are, the leaves have to fall and die.

This autumn wind is the limit of the falling leaves. Once the limit is reached, even if the leaf can withstand the autumn wind once, how can it withstand the second and third times?

Just like monks in this world, how many people have no regrets about death?
How many old sect masters, old emperors who are near the end of their lifespan, chose to enter the wilderness and the restricted area in their later years, didn't they just want to take their lives from the sky?
The wages of avarice is death.

Leaves fall with autumn, and Xiu dies with fate.

"Autumn orders leaves to fall, and leaves have to fall; orders Xiu to die, and Xiu has to die."

However, when spring comes next year, when a new generation comes on stage, new green leaves will still appear, and a new younger generation will still appear, succeeding one after another, and ultimately they will continue the path of their predecessors and end in the same way.

"Is this life?"

Zhou Qing felt ethereal in his heart, feeling an incomprehensible artistic conception.

His eyes are blurry for a while, and empty for a while, and there is a sycamore leaf floating in it, which is constantly disappearing and reborn in his eyes.

Zhou Qingru stood in a distant void, his heart became more and more peaceful, and an indescribable Taoist rhyme rose around him.

A fallen leaf floated on his shoulder, very light, very light, but also had a kind of bleakness.

The autumn wind blew across his face, making him feel cold and lonely.

It is obviously the same wind, but because of the difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter, the feeling that this wind brings to people is also different.

The same person, but because of the various backgrounds, the direction of life is also different.

It is also the Tao, but because everyone incorporates different thoughts, the evolved Tao is also different.

At this moment, Zhou Qing captured a strange dao mark, his body and mind were very ethereal, as if he had escaped from the physical body, the heaven and man were one, and a ray of thought turned into a fallen leaf.

He fell into a state where the Dao and I are united. This is the self in the Dao. This state is far superior to enlightenment. It is difficult to appear under normal circumstances.

Zhou Qing's heart was immersed in this state, and thousands of fate lines were intertwined in his mind, trying to merge together.

Gradually, Zhou Qing closed his eyes. There was no sound of wind in his ears, no smell of fallen leaves in his nose, and no softness of soil under his feet.

Two years ago, he obtained the complete Dao of Nature from Clumsy Peak. Although he did not deliberately practice it, his attainments in the Dao of Nature are still very profound, and he has his own unique understanding of the natural things in this world.

But now, when he fell into confusion on the road of destiny, this natural road led by analogy and gave him an opportunity to make a breakthrough.

In the Dao Palace, the sound of Dao Tian resounds in the five palaces, as if someone is reciting a kind of supreme scripture, explaining the wonderful truth of heaven and earth.

There is no lingering aura, no celestial light soaring into the sky, everything is very natural, just like an elegant ink painting.

After calming down, Zhou Qing seemed to be able to hear the breathing of everyone in the entire city.

From the nearest to the farthest, from mortals to monks
Slowly, Zhou Qing's perception of the outside world became more and more acute, his eyes were closed tightly, but his spiritual consciousness transcended his physical body, becoming larger and larger, and gradually surrounded the entire Linghu City.

He clearly sensed that tens of thousands of auras of fate gathered towards him from all directions.

As if all rivers and rivers are inclusive, the threads of fate of all people, no matter they are mortals or monks, are slowly intertwined and turned into a big net of fate.

At a certain moment, within three feet of where Zhou Qing was, there was a sudden change.

The autumn wind blowing across Zhou Qing's face was completely still at this moment, and the fallen leaves on the sycamore tree also stopped in mid-air.

However, all of this did not have any impact on the outsiders.

Only the city lord, who had transformed into a dragon, suddenly felt a strong crisis in his heart, as if his own destiny was in the hands of others, and he became a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

The web of fate converged on Zhou Qing from all directions, making Zhou Qing seem to be one with it at this moment. He saw many pictures at once. Most of the pictures were what these people were doing, and occasionally some future pictures flashed.

And these future pictures immediately caught Zhou Qing's attention.

He hasn't looked at other people's lines of fate for two months, because this kind of "seeing" is a very exhausting thing, and the longer he looks at it, the more serious the exhaustion will be.

Therefore, the future at this moment is also vague to Zhou Qing.

However, these pictures now show roughly the same scene.

In the not-too-distant future, Linghu City was plunged into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. A huge light curtain enveloped Linghu City, and there were corpses one after another on the streets.

There are dozens of monks fighting in the air, and the blazing light shines in the air, like the Milky Way falling into the sky, like the ocean hitting the sky.

A tall and ferocious figure appeared in the air, holding the bruised City Lord in his hand, and said coldly.

"As early as 50 years ago, the moment you killed my only son, I have been thinking about revenge all the time."

"Now that I have sealed this space with a forbidden weapon, there will be no changes here in the eyes of outsiders. The powerful people in your clan will never find out what is going on here."

"And you were hit by my soft fairy powder again, and you can't use all your divine power. I will let you see with your own eyes how I destroyed this city that you built with your own hands."

"Hahaha, I want you to know what kind of pain it is to be robbed of something precious!"

The city lord was bleeding all over his body, his eyes were wide open, but he couldn't shout, and was banned.

The ferocious figure sneered and said, "Zhou Yu, are you curious why I didn't find out my Ruanxiansan? Hmph, this is a unique pill from ancient times. Although it makes people unable to use their divine power, it is not poisonous. It is a prescription that makes people lose their mobility because of extreme pleasure."

And in the city, an old Confucian standing in the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses said angrily: "Why did the city be massacred with blood? Why! Why!"

"I just like killing people, especially killing mortals. The more I kill, the more Zhou Yu feels sorry for me, and the happier I am, hahaha!"

A ferocious figure laughed wildly in the air, leading a dozen tough monsters to massacre the city.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Qing pulled his consciousness out of this future scene.

(End of this chapter)