Great Dao Ji

The aura of heaven and earth not only loves human beings, but also benefits all things, breeds all kinds of beauties, and bestows the earth with more majestic vitality.

The yields of animals, plants, and even all kinds of food grown by humans are huge. With a land of more than ten acres, after paying 30% of the field tax, it is enough to support a family.

If only there were taxes.

Unfortunately, that's not possible.

In Dafeng, in addition to the tax of "renting an acre of land", there are also taxes, tributes, servitude and other titles. Among them, taxes are collected by force when the army sets out, and tribute is a "voluntary" item dedicated to the monarch.

On this land, any adult must serve three months of corvée every year, which is used for hard work such as paving roads, repairing houses, water conservancy, promotion, and even digging mountains.

The men of Dafeng are 16-year-old, 20-year-old women, 12-year-old women, and 15-year-old women.

At the age of ninety, in some big families, one can already see six or seven generations of grandchildren, which can be said to be a truly long life.

Wang Quan, an old Taoist, could live to be more than ninety because he had internal strength, was pure of heart, and did not do hard labor or childbirth. It was very rare for ordinary people to live to seventy.

Along the way An Qisheng walked, except for the residents living in the city who were well-dressed and healthy-looking, many of the villagers in the ordinary mountain villages were sallow and thin.

Although there are very few people who starve to death, it is just limited to not starving to death.

Dafeng is located in the southeast of Jiufujie, where all four seasons coexist, and there is no specific season.

In the scorching summer in the East Pole, there may be dragons in the North Pole. In the south, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, but in the West Pole, everything may wither.

Zhongzhou is generally hot in summer, but when we arrive in Liangzhou, it feels like autumn.

It was noon at this time.

But it's not that hot either.

When An Qisheng walked out of the forest and came to the official road, he saw a small teahouse not far away beside the official road.

Many people were resting in the teahouse, and there was a long line of cars and horses parked outside the door.

The official road is uninhabited for hundreds of miles from north to south, but there is a teahouse.

"interesting"

There was a ripple in An Qisheng's heart, and with a faint smile, he walked towards the teahouse unhurriedly.

The teahouse is not small. Although it is simple, it can accommodate dozens of people. However, there are obviously more people gathering here. Most of the guests just squat by the roadside with tea bowls in their hands to drink water and rest.

Seeing An Qisheng walking over, few people seemed to pay attention and continued to talk to themselves.

They talked about the business between the north and the south, which city's goods were profitable, which road had more bandits, which escort agency had a greater reputation, which road had been opened, and how many bandits had been opened up.

It seems to be just a normal teahouse.

Tsk~

Suddenly, a noise came from the teahouse.

It was the hoarse sound of blood spurting out after his neck was broken with a sharp knife.

Bang!

A body was left outside the door, blood soaking the ground.

The other guests seemed to have seen it all, and had no fear. Instead, they all spat at him and killed him one after another.

"Liu Biaotou's skills are still as good as before, and this bandit kills with ease!"

A short man in gray clothes shouted.

An Qisheng looked at the corpse at his feet and walked towards the teahouse as if nothing happened.

"I'm sorry, sir, it's full inside. How about you make do outside?"

The thin man dressed as a waiter nodded and handed over the tea while bending down.

"Old Taoist Priest, I have a seat here. Come and sit down!"

At this time, someone shouted in the house.

But he was a middle-aged man with a long sword hanging from his waist.

He was wearing a gray suit, his face was full of vicissitudes of life, and his hands were thick.

"Thank you then."

An Qisheng walked into the teahouse and looked around, seemingly curious.

Someone whispered that this old Taoist priest had lived so long and seemed to have never seen anything.

"The old Taoist leader walked alone, without even bringing a horse. He is really brave."

The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said:

"This is Liu Zheng, the head catcher of the Changxing Escort Bureau."

"Um."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, sat down, and the child handed him some tea.

An Qisheng didn't answer, just smiled and said nothing.

"Is the Taoist afraid that the water is poisonous?"

Then Liu Zheng shook his head and smiled:

"There are no less than fifty people drinking water in this teahouse. If it is poisonous, everyone may be injured!"

He took the tea bowl and took a sip.

Several other people also laughed, seeming to be laughing at An Qisheng.

Unexpectedly, An Qisheng not only was not angry, but also softly praised:

"Excellent."

Lifelike?

What's the meaning?

Liu Zheng and others looked at each other and seemed extremely surprised.

But once this look of surprise appeared, it never receded.

freeze frame.

Everyone in the entire teahouse, and even the many pedestrians who were talking to themselves outside the teahouse, were all frozen at this moment, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Not just people.

The spittle flying in the teahouse, the dust rising up, and even the spiders spinning their webs around were all frozen at this moment.

Only An Qisheng.

After saying something lightly, he gently touched the stripes and textures on the table with his palms, admiring loudly:

"Seeing mountains, water, heaven and earth, and all sentient beings, this practice is indeed extraordinary."

Buzz~

There seemed to be a ripple in the void.

Then the surrounding light dimmed, like a faded black and white photo, and the individual figures disappeared one by one like ink stains wiped away by an eraser.

Opposite An Qisheng, on the chair where Liu Zheng was sitting, a thin and shriveled old monk with a slanted cassock and a bronze complexion slowly emerged.

It's like a color picture suddenly squeezed out of a black and white photo, abrupt, yet natural.

"Namo Amitabha."

The old monk turned the beads in his palms, and his sunken eyes seemed as bottomless as black holes:

"I'm not good at it, but I made the Taoist priest laugh."

"It's true that you don't have enough time."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, like a teacher admonishing his disciples, and commented lightly:

"You can't see the sky from above, because it's hard to see the sky, and you can't see the earth from below, because the earth is too thick. But you can't even see yourself, so the step of 'seeing people from the outside' is just so-so."

The Ferris wheel technique is an extremely magical martial art.

It is the culmination of the spiritual martial arts of Da Mo Tian Ji and his predecessors. It has six realms: "seeing people," "seeing me," "seeing all living beings," "seeing heaven and earth," "I connect with heaven and earth," and "the great world is permanent."

The completion of the four realms can outline a spiritual world unique to one's own.

If one's own spirit stays in it, it will have extremely incredible effects on fighting enemies and extending life.

And the spiritual world outlined by the old monk was incompatible even with his surroundings. It was obvious that he had not yet reached the second level.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from the realm of "I can connect the sky and the earth".

Phew~

The rotating beads are held in the hand.

The skinny old monk raised his head, and there seemed to be two will-o'-wisps rising from his sunken eye sockets:

"The Taoist priest seems to know very well about the secrets of my Zhuanlun Temple."

"Heard a little bit."

An Qisheng felt the human skin crawling in his sleeves and smiled faintly:

"It is said that the King of Chakravartin has practiced Chakravartin to such an unprecedented level that he can stay in the world for a long time. Is it true?"

The Ferris wheel method has six realms.

But even the founder Da Motian has only cultivated to the fourth or fifth realm of "I can understand the heaven and the earth". A single thought can briefly pull out his own spiritual world around him to fight against the enemy.

And if you reach the state of permanent residence in the great world, then your own spiritual world can be stationed in the world, and as the absolute master of your own spiritual world, you are truly invincible.

Joy and anger are celestial phenomena. A single thought can turn thousands of people into pigs and dogs. He can arbitrarily fabricate the soul memories of countless people. He is truly a living god!

It's a pity that the sixth level is just a realm calculated by Da Motian himself, and he has not even achieved it.

Seven hundred years ago, he searched the world to collect countless treasures of heaven and earth, as well as the essence and blood of humans and animals, in order to use the Ferris Wheel Seal to help him cultivate the "Permanent Great Realm", but in the end he failed.

He was beheaded by the Dragon Bird Taoist Master on the Sky Peak.

But this wheel-turning king, who is ranked fourth in the weapon spectrum, is rumored to have completed the cultivation.

But An Qisheng doesn't quite believe it, because according to Da Motian's own calculation, once the sixth level of realm is achieved, he will become a heavenly being!

And if the Wheel-turning King is a celestial being, there is no way he can only be ranked fourth in the weapons spectrum.

"My master's meritorious deeds have been taken into consideration by nature, and I hope to establish a Buddhist kingdom on earth, which will eventually be accomplished."

A deep respect and piety appeared on the old monk's face, just like a fanatic who heard the name of his god.

But it also revealed that the rumors were not true.

However, this may also be the news deliberately leaked by the monks of Zhuanlun Temple. Maybe he has cultivated it secretly and no one can know about it.

"Buddha's Kingdom on Earth?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "What a spirit."

From the old monk's words, An Qisheng could vaguely sense the purpose of the Wheel-turning King.

He must walk the same path that the giants once walked, the path that leads nowhere.

However, compared to Da Motian, who was so powerful and tampered with countless people's souls and caused havoc, this Wheel-turning King was much smarter and more low-key. He joined the Jinlang Kingdom and then fought against the country to get what he wanted.

An Qisheng, who practiced Zhuan Lun Dharma himself, naturally knew that Zhuan Lun Temple was much more terrifying than the strength shown in the martial arts world.

He even doubted whether the Golden Wolf Kingdom had been manipulated by him.

"The Taoist asked me many questions, and the old monk also asked you a few questions."

While the beads were slowly turning, the old monk took a deep look at An Qisheng.

"It's whatever you want."

An Qisheng's expression remained calm.

A few months ago, on the Dalong River, he retreated and hid before Zhao Changying, half of which was because of this old monk.

At that time, his internal organs and meridians were not connected, and he had a strong sense of crisis.

However, as his energy network was only short of the leader of the six yangs to be completed, the sense of crisis became less noticeable.

After spending two months practicing in the Chia Yi Sect and summarizing his martial arts, the sense of crisis completely disappeared.

"Do you know the wheel-turning method?"

An Qisheng's hand paused slightly, his eyes slightly rippled:

"I thought you would ask first if I killed your apprentice."

The old monk's eyes condensed, and the fire was bright.

Without saying anything, An Qisheng tapped the table lightly and said calmly:

"Little monk, take a look at my wheel-turning method.

How used! "