Chou Yansheng didn't know what happened in Lanting Record.

Since that day, he has not gone out to the streets again. Three days later, the owner appeared and asked for the debt. Chou Yansheng had no money to pay. Sure enough, he was swept out by the fat owner.

He seemed to have expected this result, and he hugged his own calligraphy and paintings and left silently and came to the street.

There were many pedestrians around, bustling with brocade clothes and embroidered clothes, full of energy, but he was alone and smelly of wine. The pedestrians on the road were afraid to avoid it.

Suddenly, some naughty child threw out a few stones. The ugly swallow had not eaten for several days. She looked dazed and stepped on it. She suddenly fell and slapped a dog to eat shit.

The calligraphy and paintings he held in his hand instantly fell out and spread all over the floor.

Along the corner of the street, there was an old beggar in torn clothes, holding a tiled basin and leaning against the eaves, basking in the sun leisurely. Suddenly, he saw someone falling in front of him. He couldn't help but lift his long hair in surprise and open his eyes to look.

When he saw Chou Yansheng, he couldn't help but smile: "I am another poor scholar. I guess my career is not going well, so I'm disheartened, bah..."

He secretly spitted out phlegm. He was about to say something bad, but his eyes suddenly fell to Chou Yansheng. On the scattered calligraphy and paintings, his eyes couldn't help but condense slightly.

"Yeah, I'm a gentleman, unlike ordinary sour and rotten books. I can't say that you, the scholar, will be saved by my old beggar today."

After saying that, regardless of whether Chou Yansheng agreed or not, he threw down the broken bowl and walked forward. With his hands stretched out, he easily carried Chou Yansheng.

He threw it on his back, then leaned over and picked up his paintings, put them into a pile, put them under his armpit, grabbed the broken bowl he threw with his other hand, and took him straight to a broken temple in the south of the city.

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In the south of Xiangcheng City, there is a long-deserted immortal temple.

I don’t know how many years have passed since this temple has been in disrepair and no one has worshipped it.

Usually, this is the home of this old beggar. Today, he brought the Chou Yansheng, who lost his home and was desperate, to this place. He threw it into the haystack on the ground, opened his paintings and watched them in wonder.

"Tsk, the brushwork is really good, with a strong character, a dignity, and a rhythm..."

I don’t know if he really knows painting or watch it randomly. After a while, the dozen or so scrolls that Chou Yansheng had worked hard to paint were all printed with his dirty and smearing palms.

Not to mention that these paintings were not valuable in the past, even if they were valuable, after his work, they would probably become waste products and no copper is worthless.

However, the old beggar seemed to know nothing, and still looked at it with relish, and kept making admiration in his mouth. The snow-white and clean scrolls all became the five palm pictures of the Mo Mei Plum in the blink of an eye.

Usually when a painter sees this scene, he is afraid that he will go crazy in an instant, but Chou Yansheng watched him carry himself and ruin his paintings, but he did not say a word, and he was not sad or happy.

On the contrary, the old beggar seemed a little embarrassed to see this scene. He reached out and wiped a few snow-white paintings, and then he smiled and said to the ugly Huasheng: "Young man, what's so uneasy? I see that you are in a daze. Do you don't want to live anymore?"

"What's your business?"

The ugly Huasheng looked at him coldly and said.

"Oh, I have a pretty temper."

The old beggar laughed: "You fell on the street, but I saved you. It's okay if you are not grateful, why do you keep people from being so far away? If you have any difficulties, you might as well tell me the old beggar. Maybe I can help you?"

"Can you help me?"

The ugly Huasheng pointed to his nose and the old beggar. Suddenly, he seemed to hear something extremely funny and laughed.

As he smiled, he suddenly said, "I want a palace made of gold, a gum made of jasper, hundreds of beauties with their own characteristics, endless delicacies, do you have it? Can you help me?"

"able!"

No one expected that after he said this, the old beggar suddenly smiled slightly, and as he smiled, the ground around him suddenly changed, spreading all the way from the soles of his feet. The originally muddy sand suddenly turned golden inch by inch, and then turned into gold bricks.

The surroundings became dazzling and dazzling. In the blink of an eye, the entire dilapidated temple turned into a palace made of gold.

Then, the old beggar reached out and pointed at Chou Huasheng's body. The pile of hay sitting on him suddenly became as cool as jade. Chou Huasheng felt his body move, and his whole body rose for several feet for no reason.

When I looked down, I saw that there was no hay under my seat. It was a treasure couch made of flawless jade.

At the moment of confusion, suddenly, in the air beside him, several beauties suddenly shook, slowly condensed, and the number continued to increase, from ten to ten to hundreds, from thousands to thousands, and then one by one, one by one, gathered around him, either dancing, offering wine, or playing the piano.

There are also thousands of rows of table tables in front of you, and each table has different foods, including dragon liver, phoenix marrow, nectar, jade liquid, fine wine and delicious food, all kinds of which exudes an attractive aroma.

"this……"

The ugly painting student was finally stunned.

There is a magnificent golden and magnificent music in front of you, a beautiful and beautiful jade in your arms, and an endless feast ahead.

This kind of life is like a life that only a fairy in heaven can have, but all this appears in the blink of an eye, which is so unreasonable.

"you……"

He looked at the old beggar and suddenly found that the old beggar had also changed.

The other party was still wearing the same outfit, but for some reason, suddenly, his waist straightened. Standing there, he looked like a magical figure, his whole body glowing, and his ragged clothes could not block his sharpness.

I saw that he was in the midst of the mountain and had a self-decoration. He did not look like an old beggar, but seemed like a peerless immortal with rivers and lakes.

"You are extraordinary, why can't you figure it out?"

The old beggar looked at Chou Yansheng and suddenly reached out and pointed at him.

With his fingers, a little blue suddenly appeared to come from his fingertips, and turned into a big bird with a scattered color. The bird held a bronze scroll in its mouth, drilling into the middle of the ugly swallow's eyebrows, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The ugly Yansheng felt a chill in his eyebrows. The big bird and the bronze ancient books disappeared. He was confused. Suddenly, the scene in front of him collapsed, the golden palace disappeared, the jade gums disappeared, the beauties disappeared, and the fine wine and food also turned into clouds and smoke to dissipate.

The dilapidated temple is still the same dilapidated temple, and the hay is still the pile of hay. The beautiful women are suddenly gone. The rich food is just mud and sand, but the old beggar is no longer visible.

Is this all a dream?

Chou Yansheng raised his head, and at this moment, outside the ruined temple, a strange tune sing by the old beggar sounded:

"The sky is empty, the earth is empty, and life is vague. The sun is empty, and the moon is empty. Who moves when the east rises and west falls?"

"Gold is empty, silver is empty, how can I shake hands after death? Wife is empty, son is empty, and we will never meet on the road to the underworld."

"The power is empty, the reputation is empty, and the land in the wilderness is empty. The fields are empty, and the house is empty. How many masters have been replaced?"

"Love is empty, hatred is empty, and life is unfamiliar. Joy is empty, and sorrow is empty, and it is nothing more than dreams."

"Fate is empty, evil is empty, and searches are endless in the past and future. Poetry is empty, song is empty, and it falls with the wind and goes west and east."

"A handsome is empty, ugly is empty, and a white-headed man is instantly. Spring is empty, autumn is empty, and prosperity is empty, and winter is endless."

"The river is empty, the sea is empty, the emotion is empty, the righteousness is empty, the success is empty, the failure is empty, the truth is empty, the false is empty, the food is empty, the color is empty, the relative is empty, the relative is empty, the suffering is empty, the joy is empty, the body is empty, the mind is empty, the fight is empty, the give is empty, the wrong is empty, the good is empty, the evil is empty, the awake is empty, the dream is empty, the living is empty, the death is empty..."

"Walking westward and eastward in the evening, life is like picking flowers and bees. After picking flowers into honey, you will end up working hard and vain."

"When I heard the Three Sutras and Drums at night, I turned around and saw the Five Lights. When I tasted all the flavors of the world, it was like Nan Ke's dream."

The sound was vague and it was scattered for a long time. When Chou Yansheng listened to this strange tune, he suddenly became stunned, and a blue light appeared and a flash of light appeared on his eyebrows.

"The sky is empty, the earth is empty, the wife is empty, the son is empty, love is empty, hatred is empty, fate is empty, and sin is empty?"

"Life is a big dream, it's time, the dream wakes up!"

He turned around and walked out of the ruined temple. The paintings he had painted on the ground in the past few years had once regarded them as treasures, but at this time he seemed to see dust. He never looked at them more and walked further and further away in the blink of an eye.

On the edge of his eyebrows, the ancient bronze book suddenly turned into countless words, flowing through his heart.

The four words "Jiuyuan Tian Shu" are shining.

He walked along the way, realized all the way, saw the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, watched the rise and fall of the stars, watched the flowing direction of the rivers and seas, and experienced the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

So, nineteen years later.

This year, he came to a magical place and felt something in an instant. So, in this place named "Dragon Field", he drilled a rock into a hole, and drank dew. In the past nineteen years, the words transformed from ancient bronze books flowed through his heart again.

"After thousands of years, a saint came out, and the same heart was the same; after thousands of years, a saint came out, and the same heart was the same."

"People have the same heart, and the same principle. In ancient times, no one can surpass them."

"The four directions are called the universe, and from ancient times to the present, they are called the universe. People and heaven and earth are in infinite. Therefore, the universe is my heart, and my heart is the universe."

"The ultimate Tao is nameless, nothing outside the heart!"

"Boom!"

It was as if spring thunder rolled over the earth, and in the eternal dark night, a little light slowly bloomed, and a rich and endless life energy suddenly emanated from the body of Chou Yansheng.

This energy does not move with objects, does not move with the environment, does not flow with the world, and is only connected with the heaven and earth.

His eyes swept through the endless void, as if he saw the galaxy and earth. That night, the stars were all dark, but he was the only one who was clear.

He is not ugly Yansheng.

He is Yan Wangu.
Chapter completed!