Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 133 Refinement
"Looking at the wind, taking photos of the long pavilion at night, sitting and recalling the years..."

Zhou Rang hummed an unknown tune softly, using a language Zhou Gui had never heard before.

Different from the various dialects popular today, it is the Yayan spoken 600 years ago.

Among them, the tone is low, boundless and lonely, which makes people unbearable to hear, and unknowingly weeps.

Zhou Gui listened carefully, although he couldn't understand the implication at all, but he thought it was just to express his feelings.

Even if you don't understand the meaning of the words, the feeling is probably common.

I listened for a long time, and didn't stop until a crescent moon in the east hung over the treetops and a little bit of starlight shone down on the pavilion.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the figure on the opposite side gradually became clear, except for being slightly transparent, it was almost no different from a stranger.

"I'm laughing..."

The clear and clear sound of flowing water came from a spring, which was closer to ordinary people than the sound just now.

Zhou Gui looked up and stared, the figure on the opposite side was shrouded in moonlight, just sitting there, a layer of moonlight was attracted to him.

What he is wearing is the official uniform of the official 600 years ago. It is moon white, elegant and elegant, and has a simple meaning, which is very different from the current clothing.

The long hair is coiled up, and the bun is tied by a wooden hairpin.

There is a layer of cinnabar-like magic lines dotted between the foreheads, which are the traces of being a ghost and god.

His face was like a crown of jade, his complexion was fair, and his eyes were piercing, deep and quiet, hiding an indescribable sadness.

It's as if the princes and princes in those ancient paintings came here more than 600 years ago.

Even wearing a shabby beggar's attire, she couldn't suppress her noble aura.

Faintly, Zhou Gui felt that his own Duke Guangyu was probably not just as ordinary as he claimed to be.

Seeing Zhou Gui looking over, the noble young man pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his whole body was bathed in the moonlight, like a dream for a while.

This kind of nobility was something that Zhou Gui had only seen in his life, even though he was the son of a noble family, his bearing was not even the slightest bit inferior.

This is the real nobility. In comparison, those so-called princely children who were born in honey and jade, the so-called aristocratic demeanor is just a toddler in Handan.

"Ziming, did you understand the song "Liberation from Sorrow" just now?"

Zhou Gui took a deep breath and settled down.

"Mr. Guangyu, how can I understand the language of 600 years ago? I just feel a little bit of its meaning."

He earnestly urged.

"It's just that the past has become smoke, and Mr. Guangyu doesn't need to be too sad. If the old man is still there, I must hope that you can live happily."

Zhou Guangyu clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"Zi Ming used these clichés to persuade me again, so it can be seen that he still doesn't understand me!"

"I, Zhou Guangyu, am not one of those dandy boys who can only play with words and indulge in cosmetics. There are piles of beautiful pictures on the outside, but the inside is actually worthless."

"Back then, I sat down with the crown prince and talked about the past and the present. I commented on the descendants of the aristocratic families in the southwestern countries, how many outstanding elites, and what I looked at were all literary and martial arts, economics and secularism."

"At that time, all I pretended to be was the great affairs of my family, the country, and the world, and all I thought about was Sanxing Jianguo. How could there be any love for children?"

"Wait until the next day, the situation is even worse. Jiang Guo is being served by many powerful countries in the underworld. What I pretend to be is the strategic art of war, and what I worry about is Jiang Guo's millennium foundation..."

"Now, do you still think I'm the kind of mediocre person who will always be immersed in the past?"

Zhou Gui couldn't help but sigh while listening.

"A person's spiritual outlook is probably related to his aspirations. Those who always have great ambitions in their hearts and take care of the world on their shoulders must worry about the country and the people. They have a grand vision and look at them. Between the role and the name, it will not be able to form a pattern after all."

"A person's general achievements can be seen from his appearance. From my point of view, if Mr. Guangyu had any writings in the world back then, he would be ranked among hundreds of sages!"

Guangyu nodded with a smile.

"Although it may sound like a flattery, this statement is ironic. If my writings are handed down to this day, I will definitely be honored as Zhouzi."

He said it with confidence, as if it was a natural thing, making people feel that what he said was the truth.

Speaking of this, there was a touch, and the heart lake was slightly turbulent.

While talking, there was a sound of footsteps, and Zhou Xun came over with a lantern and a bamboo basket.

"This is Zhou Xun, the dog, with the word Mingcheng."

Zhou Xun stepped forward, hung up the lantern, and took out the chipped tablet of the Lord God, a good incense stick, candlestick, paper money and some melon and fruit tributes from the bamboo basket, and placed them on the stone table.

Then, respectfully salute the two of them.

"Mingcheng has met his father and paid his respects to Lord Guangyu."

Guangyu nodded.

Seeing these tributes, burning incense and candlesticks, he laughed again.

"This is interesting. Burn the paper money to me face to face, not the paper money used by ordinary people in the market to fool people."

Zhou Gui also laughed, it was indeed strange to burn paper money in front of his face and present tributes, especially at this moment Guangyu was almost like a stranger, which made him even more weird.

"Don't worry, Mr. Guangyu, I personally made this handful of paper money and sacrificed it. It will definitely be usable in the Underworld. Although it looks small, it is actually quite a lot!"

Zhou Xun worked hard for three hours for this paper money, and used a drop of real water produced by Neijing Tiandi to refine this dharma money.

"In fact, ordinary people pay homage to their ancestors, and the paper money drawn and cut by hand is the most important. All kinds of memories and prayers entrusted can be turned into various common currency in the underworld when they arrive in the underworld.

This takes a little sincerity, the more sincere the heart, the heavier the money.

In fact, incense is also a principle, it all depends on the sincerity of the heart.

However, Taoist priests with high merits have cultivation bases in their bodies, and the various dharma coins they sacrifice are different, which can condense the soul and body, purify all kinds of injustice, prolong the life of Yin, and overcome suffering.

If you use Dharma money for a long time and persist in practicing, you will make the spirit inside and outside the soul clear, and you will cultivate a pure glass-like soul body, which is called "ghost fairy".

Ghosts and immortals can be achieved with the help of external forces.

Taoism has the method of refining with water and fire. In order to help the disciples who fail to cultivate the Tao, through the method of water, law and fire, they will get rid of their injustices, overcome suffering, and transform them into ghosts and immortals after death, continuing to practice in the underworld.

It's just that this kind of ritual will consume the meritorious deeds of the high-gong Taoist priest every time, and resolve the various sins entangled in him.

If it is to transform ghosts and immortals, the procedures required are more cumbersome, and it needs to go through water and fire repeatedly until the inside and outside are clear, like a new moon.

The mage who presides over the transformation also has to spend decades of hard work in practice before he can transform a disciple into a ghost fairy.

If you don't use external force to cultivate yourself into a ghost fairy, there will be no soul in a hundred thousand.

Regardless of the fact that ghosts and immortals belong to the last stream of immortality and are underestimated by the immortal family, it is not so easy to achieve. "

(End of this chapter)