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Chapter 610: The Way of Observing Heaven and the Journey of Holding Heaven

The rocks were shattered with a crash, and the earth was shaking with a rumble.

The golden-haired monkey escaped from its trap and started to somersault and laugh happily.

Xuanzang and Liu Bochin looked up, unable to conceal their astonishment. Then they saw the monkey falling down, bowing and worshipping as a disciple, and Xuanzang was also happy.

On the top of a mountain not far away, Hong Chen sat on horseback, holding a wine gourd, silently watching the surging fluctuations of the calamity energy of heaven and earth.

When the Five Elements Mountain was still there, the calamity of heaven and earth was only on Tang Seng.

After the Five Elements Mountain was shattered, the pervasive aura of calamity seemed to have found an outlet, and all of it gathered towards the spirit monkey that had broken the seal.

If the calamity energy that Tang Seng carried was one, then Sun Wukong carried at least one thousand.

The rapidly surging calamity energy formed a huge vortex in the ancient world, just like the huge eye of a typhoon that could only be observed from space in the previous life.

The invisible and intangible calamity energy cannot directly affect any grass or tree in the prehistoric world, but its subtle influence on all living things in the prehistoric world and the consequences it ultimately brought are daunting.

Anyone who can observe the calamity energy of heaven and earth must at least have the cultivation level of Daluo. Even more so, only a quasi-saint can see it more clearly. Perhaps only a saint can fully capture the entire trajectory of the calamity energy.

A large amount of calamity energy was absorbed by Sun Wukong, which cleared the calamity energy in the surrounding heaven and earth, allowing people to enjoy a moment of clarity.

But the master and disciple Xuanzang and Sun Wukong were like a vacuum cleaner in the prehistoric catastrophe. Soon they attracted endless calamity energy from heaven and earth from even farther away.

In other words, the closer you are to them, the easier it is to be exposed to the calamity energy.

But because the calamity energy always flows towards them, people who get close to them will be washed away by the moving calamity energy, but will not be completely eroded and affected by it.

Robbery means difficulty.

The journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures was filled with eighty-one difficulties for Tang Monk and his crew.

But at the same time, it also provides others with an opportunity to practice and confront the calamity head-on without sinking into depravity.

It turns out that the benefits are more than just merits.

Look at how Xuanzang accepted Wukong as his disciple. Wukong packed his luggage, led the white horse, and set out on the journey home with Tang Seng.

With every step they take, there will be an immediate feedback of the power of Heaven, which will eliminate the calamity and transform it into pure original power. A very small amount will be absorbed by their bodies, a part will be dispersed into the heaven and earth, and more will seep into the prehistoric land through their feet.

The catastrophe is growing within the prehistoric world, which means that the catastrophe energy already carries with it the origin of the prehistoric world.

This road is also the road to return to the origin of the primitive times.

No wonder, most of the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures is within the Western land.

Because the west was the most severely damaged in the ancient land, the ancestral bloodline was almost destroyed.

Therefore, along the way, they also used the power of the catastrophe brewing in the entire prehistoric world to repair the western land and its ancestral mountain, Mount Sumeru.

Hong Chen looked up at the sky and seemed to see a saint sitting upright. The Zixiao Palace was hanging thirty-six miles high in the sky, and the saint in the palace seemed to appear and disappear.

The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiencies by making up for the losses.

The road is under your feet, and the way is in it.

It turns out that the Journey to the West has more than one goal.

Buddhism flourished, the calamity was wiped out, merits were cultivated, and the West was repaired...

Perhaps, there is a goal behind the scenes that even Hong Chen cannot see and is being advanced step by step.

At this moment, Hong Chen was deeply shocked.

He believed that, in the entire prehistoric world, apart from the Saint of Heaven, there were probably few people who could see the journey to the West to such an extent.

It's not that the others' cultivation is not enough or their realm is not deep enough, but because of their past experiences, they can't avoid the catastrophe. Not to mention getting close to it, perhaps even just looking at it would feel unlucky.

But due to their past empiricism, they missed an opportunity given by heaven.

The process of eliminating calamity energy is a detailed demonstration of the Heavenly Dao governing the three thousand great ways and making them all available for use.

By observing the changes in the catastrophe of Journey to the West, one can realize the way of self and summarize the opportunities of the Three Thousand Great Daos. If one can complete this path, one can obtain the "Hunyuan Daluo Dao Fruit".

In other words, the journey to the West is a saintly road open to all living beings in the prehistoric world.

It’s just that this road is hidden too deeply and too obscure.

Even if Hong Chen made this matter public to all living beings in the prehistoric world, there would be only a few Golden Immortals or Quasi-Saints who could actually see the clues.

In fact, perhaps the more he makes it clear or implicit, the harder it will be for others to gain.

No wonder the saints who had already seen the mystery did not reveal it to anyone.

There is still much to say about the Hunyuan Dao Fruit.

The Dao Fruit of Hunyuan Daluo is beyond description.

Watch the changes in the calamity energy and observe the return of the origin.

The Red Dust Sword that was dangling at the waist revealed its true appearance in a flash. The deep red murderous aura in the sword was being rapidly absorbed and transformed, its color gradually becoming lighter and its edge becoming sharper.

The Hunyuan Dao Fruit is being honed to become brighter and brighter, and the Three Thousand Great Daos seem to have a guiding light, working hand in hand with each other. The Great Dao and the Dao Fruit are rapidly evolving towards the state of perfection.

In the winding and surging river of swordsmanship, the Red Dust Sword shines endlessly, making the entire river glow with blazing white light. The evolution and feedback from the Red Dust Sword benefit all the sword practitioners in the prehistoric world and all the heavens and worlds.

For a moment, countless creatures came to pay homage and express their gratitude. They might not know who Hong Chen was, but they followed the name of swordsmanship and gave Hong Chen a new yet authentic title: Red Dust Sword Master.

for a long time.

Hong Chen, who was like a statue, finally moved.

The gourd is held high and the wine flows down the throat.

"The way to observe the sky and the journey to grasp the sky are complete."

The true words of the Great Dao were uttered, leaving their mark on the only remaining standing rock of the Five Elements.

The name of Wuxing Mountain no longer exists, and only a Guantian Monument remains.

Pull the reins and the slow horse raises its hooves.

At this time, Hong Chen hoped that the journey westward could be slower.
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As night fell, a thin mist gradually rose, and a faint light half penetrated the wooden door.

Hong Chen dismounted, tied the wine gourd around his waist, raised his hand to tidy up his hair, straightened his clothes, took out a few pieces of silver from his sleeve, weighed them, about one or two taels, then smiled and went forward to knock on the door.

Soon, a voice came.

"It's so late, who is it?"

Hong Chen: "I came from the Tang Dynasty in the East..." When he said this, his throat paused, and he felt as if his DNA was touched, and he almost said "go to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures".

"...Ahem, I have been traveling all the way through the mortal world and have arrived here late at night. The cold dew is very heavy and it is difficult to stay in the wilderness, so I came to ask for a place to stay for one night. I wonder if it is convenient for you, sir?"

There was silence for a moment, then footsteps came closer and closer, and a flickering light shone through the crack in the door.

The wooden door was half open, and an old man with a hunched back was standing there holding a lamp. He covered the light with one hand and looked around.

Hong Chen took a half step back with a smile on his face.

The old man saw that he was neither fierce nor evil, but rather very handsome, wearing a Taoist robe, with a wooden twig hairpin in his hair, and a poor horse that didn't look very good behind him. His vigilance immediately disappeared, and a smile appeared on his face.

He opened the other half of the door, turned sideways and said with a smile: "It's late at night and the weather is cold, Taoist priest, please come in."

"Thank you, old man." Hong Chen bowed and led the horse inside.

The old man followed beside him and pointed to the left side of the house: "There is no stable in my humble abode, but there is a wooden shed that can protect us from the wind and rain. There is some firewood piled up, where we can tie up the horses."

"Okay, that's enough." Hong Chen tied up the horse and followed his father-in-law into the main hall. The house was not big and compact, but it was kept very clean.

There was an old woman sitting in the room. When she saw her father-in-law lead Hong Chen in, she stood up with joy and said, "We just welcomed a monk yesterday, and today we met a Taoist priest. It seems that our family is really blessed!"

"Isn't it?" The old man smiled so hard that his wrinkles were squeezed together. He turned around and asked Hong Chen to sit down.

The old woman stepped forward and said, "Oh, you are still a young Taoist priest." As she spoke, her eyes were filled with love. Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes, she couldn't help but feel distressed: "Taoist priest, are you cold?"

Hong Chen shook his head: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was young and have achieved some success, so I am not cold."

"Are you hungry?" the father-in-law also asked.

Hong Chen nodded and stretched out his hand to show the silver coins, "I am a little hungry. I have some silver coins. If it is convenient, I would like to trouble you two to cook some food for me."

The old couple naturally refused to accept it, but in the end Hong Chen told them that if they didn't accept it, they would have to stay, so they accepted it.

One tael of silver is a lot of money, and it is even harder to come by for an elderly couple.

The old couple went to the kitchen to busy themselves. Seeing that the light was dim, Hong Chen used his magic to make some candles and lit them, making the room bright, which made the old couple both happy and ashamed.

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After a short wait, the table was full of food.

There are meat and vegetarian dishes, wine and soup.

I’m afraid a family can only have a feast like this a few times throughout the year.

So Hong Chen called the two of them to sit down together.

During the dinner, Hong Chen talked about his experiences in Chang'an, Tang Dynasty, and the atmosphere was lively.

The old man took a sip of wine, let out a long breath, and said with a smile: "Master, you are a day late. If you had come here yesterday, you would have seen a monk who also came from Chang'an to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. It is said that the monk is accompanied by a disciple, who is a divine monkey that fell from the sky and was pressed under the mountain hundreds of years ago. When I was a child, I picked up firewood in front of him and even pulled weeds from his face. I didn't expect that after so many years, I can see him escape from trouble. It is also a blessing." That's it, he looked at Hong Chen: "Master, you are also from Chang'an, I wonder where you are going?"

Hong Chen put down his chopsticks, swallowed his food, and replied: "I don't know where I'm going, but I have no worries or concerns. I'll just go wherever I want."

The old man nodded, and said with deep emotion: "The Taoist has realized the true meaning of freedom, and I admire you."

"Everyone has his own way of cultivation in this world. It is a blessing for my father-in-law to live here and enjoy his natural life."

"Hahaha, what the Taoist said is right. I have seen monks and Taoists in recent days. Isn't this a blessing?"

After eating and drinking, his father-in-law took him to the guest room to rest.

The next morning, the old couple was sleeping peacefully, smiling in their dreams. Hong Chen had quietly gotten up and left some copper coins and silver on the bed, so as not to cause trouble and still ensure that they would have enough food and clothing.

After crossing the courtyard gate, the Kitchen God and the Land God appear to see you off.

Hong Chen smiled and nodded, then rode off.

Frost has withered the red leaves in the thousands of forests, leaving only a few pine and cypress trees standing tall on the hills.

In early winter, the air is cold and the plum blossoms are fragrant.

The horses' hooves clattered as they stepped on the stones and crossed the stream.

There were six corpses lying in front of them, each with a spear or a dagger beside them.

Although these six corpses have human form, they are not real people.

The six thieves are also called the "six roots", which are: eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind.

Because the human body has six senses, it has six consciousnesses; because of the six consciousnesses, there are six dusts; because of the six dusts, there are six thieves; because of the six thieves, the six spirits are consumed; because the six spirits are consumed, one falls into the six realms of rebirth.

Corresponding to this are the six dusts, namely: form, sound, smell, taste, touch, and dharma.

The six great thieves are the six external dusts. Bodhisattvas-Mahasattvas view these six dusts as the six great thieves that can destroy all good dharmas.

Only after getting rid of the six thieves, eliminating the six dusts, and being free from fundamental afflictions can one set out on the journey westward.

These six thieves blocked the road, apparently intending to rob, but in fact they were giving a warning.

However, when the six thieves appeared, Xuanzang was frightened and was beaten to death one by one by Wukong.

Xuanzang didn't have time to think about it and just said some compassionate words like "When sweeping the floor, you may not hurt the lives of ants, and when covering the lamp with gauze, you may be careful about the moths."

Wukong understood nothing at all. He just felt that Xuanzang was being too long-winded. He had clearly saved his life but he still kept on nagging.

The master and his disciple jumped over the six corpses of the thieves and parted on bad terms.

It was a waste of Guanyin Bodhisattva's kind reminder.

Little did they know that because the six thieves were not completely eliminated, the journey to the west was filled with more twists and turns, and the disaster was even greater.

Tang Monk set out on his journey alone, and met Guanyin again, who gave him a cotton-padded coat and a flowery hat, and taught him the spell to tighten the hoop.

After Wukong left, he went to the Dragon King to drink and complain. The Dragon King persuaded him with the story of "crossing the bridge". Wukong came to his senses, said goodbye immediately, and took off on the somersault cloud to look for Tang Monk.

They rushed westward, but before they found Tang Monk, they saw a Taoist priest carving wood with a sword on the road.

Wukong has trained a pair of flaming eyes, which ordinary monsters cannot escape scrutiny. Although the Taoist in front of him does not look abnormal, he feels that there is something wrong with the nature of the clever stone monkey, who is born with the ability to change, know the weather, know the terrain, and move the stars and constellations, and possesses extraordinary magical powers and wisdom.

He immediately stopped his somersault cloud and floated in the air, his pair of lively gold-painted eyes fixedly looking at the Taoist priest.

But I saw the Taoist carving piece of wood after piece, but he would always pick it up to look at it, then sigh and throw it away, and then turn around to cut new wood.

After going back and forth repeatedly, the surrounding forest was devastated.

Sun Wukong scratched the back of his hand and his ears, completely confused and curious. Suddenly his eyes turned, he smiled, turned around and turned into a Taoist priest, pressed down the cloud and entered the forest.

“Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist!”

Sun Wukong stepped forward quickly, pretending to be serious.

Hong Chen turned around and looked at Sun Wukong who was bowing. A smile flashed in his eyes, and he immediately returned the greeting: "Hello, fellow Taoist."

Sun Wukong raised his head, looked around, and asked, "What are you doing, Taoist friend?"

Hong Chen sighed, "Fellow Daoist, you don't know, I originally wanted to find a piece of good wood to make a good zither, so I went into the mountains to cut wood, but after cutting and cutting, I couldn't find a single piece of good material, which was really a headache."

Sun Wukong blinked and said, "Since there is none in the mountains, why don't you go buy a zither?"

Hong Chen shook his head: "The zither I bought was made by someone else, so there will always be some unsatisfactory features. I must make it myself."

"Why don't you just go buy a good piece of material?"

Hong Chen still shook his head: "What others consider to be good materials is not what I consider to be good materials. I must cut it myself."

Sun Wukong couldn't help scratching the back of his hand. "These woods look the same to me. What's wrong with them?"

Hong Chen shook his head three times: "I can't explain it, I just feel bad."

Sun Wukong's face twitched, and he asked, "What does the good stuff look like to you, Daoist friend?"

Hong Chen fell into deep thought.

Sun Wukong's eyes were full of anticipation.

for a long time.

Hong Chen shook his head: "I don't know."

"hiss!!!"

Sun Wukong bared his teeth, almost revealing his monkey face.

(End of this chapter)