film world traveler

The explosion of technological inventions is exciting.

It cannot hide the problems that occurred.

In particular, thinking is still stuck in the ancient times when Confucianism was the most respected and capital had just sprouted.

The explosion of science and technology seems to have put the world on the fast track, but ideology and culture are far behind the pace. It is like walking without a leg.

Countless traditional people with lofty ideals, faced with the advent of all kinds of new and weird inventions, once fell into deep confusion and helplessness, and even collapsed and committed suicide.

But the wheel of the times has begun, and individual power is no more than a mantis trying to control the chariot.

After experiencing ideological confusion for five or six years, scholars in this world gradually summarized a set of objective and feasible red books on social operation based on Chen Jun's oral thoughts. At the same time, the world will never lack geniuses and various new trends of thought.

, New Ideology gradually emerged.

The year at this time has reached the twelfth year of Kaiyuan, which is also the twelfth year of Chen Jun's leadership.

The ten-year period has expired, and Bai Suzhen still stays by his side and has never left. She is afraid that Chen Jun will not be able to survive, because in the past two years, many immortal clones have descended from the sky, and even Yan Chixia was in a battle duel.

They were all seriously injured. If Chen Jun hadn't arrived in time, he would have almost died.

"Let's go."

A voice rang out in an ordinary courtyard in the Imperial Capital.

"Where are we going?"

Bai Suzhen looked at the young man with sunspots on the chessboard in front of her, and deep worry flashed in her eyes. The world would never believe that the person behind the change in the world could hide in such a simple courtyard and remain unchanged for twelve years;

In the same twelve years, no immortal clone descended from the earth could defeat him or knock him down, but the twelve years he spent in the human world stained his temples with a slight frosty white color.

"Master?"

Bai Suzhen didn't reply after asking. Xiaoqian, who was standing on the edge of the chess game, asked again, "What are you thinking about, sir? Why are you so distracted?"

"It's time to completely close the gates of heaven."

Chen Jun looked at the task progress displayed by the system and said with a smile, "Let's go to Qiantang. Cause starts in Qiantang, and the effect will die in Qiantang."

"Qiantang?"

Bai Suzhen's eyes were deep in thought. She had been practicing with Chen Jun for these years, and she knew that the young man following her was definitely not aimless. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she asked in shock, "Is it the West Lake?" When she was looking for traces of Chen Jun,

I once felt a thrilling feeling on the West Lake.

Chen Jun glanced at her and nodded, "It is indeed the West Lake. When I left Qiantang twelve years ago, I laid a formation on the West Lake called Zhu Xian!"

"Zhu Xian!"

Yan Chixia, Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqian and Xiaoqing in the courtyard were all shocked at the same time.

Not only was I impressed by his foresight and planning early on, but I was also amazed by this formation. With Chen Jun's always low-key character, he could be given the shocking name of Zhuxian Formation, which shows how extraordinary this formation is.

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"But that ancient Immortal Killing Formation?" Yan Chixia asked curiously.

Chen Jun shook his head, "No, it's my sect's formation, the Immortal Killing Formation!"

Zongmen, when Yan Chixia heard this word, she was suddenly shocked. With Chen Jun's immeasurable cultivation, there was actually a sect. How powerful would that sect be, comparable to any of the ancient immortal sects in Kunlun? But he

Why hadn't he heard of it? He wanted to ask out of curiosity, but he knew Chen Jun's character.

If he wanted to tell himself, he would never hide it.

Today, Chen Jun, in his opinion, is not only a friend who can be entrusted with life and death in just one sentence, but also an ideological mentor, because he has brought huge changes to the world, and is developing in a good direction.

"Brother Xu, please take me with you. Just like that night twelve years ago, in this decisive battle between gods and Buddhas, even if I can't cut that sword for you, as a friend and brother, I will definitely accompany you life and death."

"Oh well."

Chen Jun did not dissuade her. He was very familiar with Yan Chixia's character and could not dissuade her.

Everyone agreed to start the journey without any delay, but as soon as they reached the Imperial City, hundreds of thousands of people stood in darkness on the Central Street, their eyes shining with hot light.

In front of Chen Jun, a group of young, middle-aged and elderly people were already standing.

"Teacher, do you want to go to Qiantang?"

A middle-aged, simple and mighty man in front asked with concern. He is the leader of this city and the heir to Chen Jun's ideas. The faces of the figures behind him are all scientists and inventors who have created countless inventions that have changed people's livelihood.

The sect masters of various schools of thought, as well as the heads of various large and small sects of cultivating immortals.

In the next five years, after witnessing the drastic changes in the world, many small immortal cultivating sects gradually moved closer to Chen Jun and gained a lot of progress and support. Now their strength is no less than those of the great immortal cultivating sects that refused to bow their heads at the beginning.

group.

"How did you know I was going to Qiantang?"

Chen Jun didn't expect that the disciples he taught in the past were all waiting for him here. It seemed that they were well prepared.

"Director Liu of the Observatory and the Master of Yi Xuegong have detected huge spiritual energy fluctuations. It seems that the group of people in the sky have sent the master to deal with you, teacher, so we are here to wait for you."

"Then are you scared?"

Chen Jun glanced at the disciples in front of him and asked calmly: "This time is different from the past. If we fail, all the efforts we have made over the years may be in vain."

"A long time ago, the teacher told us a truth in class. There was no fire in the world. Once we accidentally discovered that fire can defend against enemies and bake cooked food, the evolution of human civilization was inseparable from fire."

The middle-aged man looked calm: "It's the same now. The teacher brought the torch to the human world. It would be difficult for us to live the days without fire again. People's fear comes from the unknown. We have no way of knowing what the gods have. But the teacher

It has given us a key to transcending the gods. The moment we discover the galaxy, we will not stop our desire and curiosity to explore the unknown."

"Of course, we are also prepared to prepare for the counterattack of those forces. Once the teacher fails, all our existing scientific and technological discoveries, ideas, and culture will be spread from light to dark. We will keep the fire, and then burn it completely in the days when the teacher is not around.

stand up."

Chen Jun nodded, "How are the first-generation guns of the Institute of Artificial Intelligence?" The Institute of Artificial Intelligence is a research institute for Mohist disciples, specializing in the study of various inventions. He asked about the details.

"With the efforts of Chen Gui and Tang Fu, the first generation of military guns has been successfully developed. And with the main research of Li Watt, combined with several wealthy private businessmen, the steam train is already in the experimental stage. According to the early data, the feedback is very good

, it will be successful soon.”

"You are doing a great job and I wish you success."

Chen Jun no longer felt at ease and calmly led Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqian and others away.

"Farewell to the saint!"

The tall middle-aged man looked at the figure with frosty white temples going away. He shouted to the sky with a red face and a thick neck, and tears filled his eyes. He might never come back from this battle.

"Farewell to the saint——"

After the man finished shouting, a group of people behind him, no matter how old they were, cried and shouted again, and all bowed to the figure.

This shouts without regrets, this bows with respect and love!

In their minds, without the teacher, the world would be what it was twelve years ago. With the teacher, the world would be what it is now twelve years later.

The technological development of grain rice seeds has enabled a large number of poor people to no longer suffer from hunger.

The new printing technology made knowledge no longer a monopoly power of the upper class.

The vigorous development of education and schools has given countless children the opportunity to escape the shackles of fate. There are also a series of initiatives in textiles, rivers, people's livelihood, economy, culture, thought, etc. that will have an impact forever.

If he is not a saint in the human world, then who among the gods and Buddhas in the sky can be worthy of the word saint?

If heaven does not give birth to immortals, eternity will be like a long night!

"Farewell to the saint!"

On this day, tens of thousands of people in the imperial capital bowed to send off the human saint in white.

Because bowing has been abolished across the country, they sincerely remember who allowed them to eat, wear clothes, and allow their children to go to school and gain knowledge. There are too many.

...

There was a loud shout from behind.

Women like Xiaoqian and Bai Suzhen, who are emotionally reserved, have red eyes.

"Master, can you not fight that battle?" Tears slid down Xiaoqian's fair face, and her voice choked with sobs as she prayed, "Even though there are still many imperfections in the world, the road is now in accordance with your idea.

Now that we are on the right track, can you not go to West Lake?"

Even Yan Chixia looked at Chen Jun and opened her mouth to speak.

"There is a beginning and an end. Let me settle the cause and effect."

"Sir, there is no need for you to hit them just because they shouted loudly." Xiaoqian grabbed Chen Jun's arm, "You have already endured a lot for them, you have done enough, that's enough."

Chen Jun wiped away her tears with his fingers, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

The clever Xiao Qing, who had always been sharp-tongued, suddenly looked back, looked at the sea of ​​people in the Imperial Capital behind him, shook his head and smiled, "They are really well protected and very happy."

...

When Chen Jun first entered the West Lake.

I felt that the city of Qiantang County already had the flavor of Hangzhou in later generations.

Compared with twelve years ago, when there were fresh cow dung and horse dung on the street from time to time, the first impression given by Qiantang now is that it is clean. There are no cow dung or horse dung on the street, and pedestrians wear clean clothes.

, it seems that life is going well.

The second impression is that of prosperity. When you look from the top of the mountain, you can see row upon row of houses. When you enter the city, you feel that it is even more densely populated. There are endless tourists in the streets and alleys, and the thirty-six businesses are prosperous.

The third impression is that the West Lake is even more beautiful. There is a poem describing it: The water is shining brightly and the sky is clear, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.

What is even more strange is that no one is visiting the huge West Lake in the bustling Qiantang.

Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqian had tensed their hearts when they sat on the boat. Yan Chixia even pulled out her sword and glared angrily.

"clang!"

The sound of a bell sounded like it was coming from the sky, causing ripples in the air.

Chen Jun glanced at the few people who were stopped on the boat, and his eyes fell on the pavilion in the middle of the West Lake. There were two people there, one with a bald head and the other with an honest-looking middle-aged man.

"I'm worthy of two people coming down to earth together to fight??"

Chen Jun stood in the pavilion and said, "Tathagata, Emperor of Heaven, please give me face."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore!"

Chen Jun shook his head and smiled, "Save those nonsense steps. Your Lingshan disciple clones have talked to me all about the truth, and they can cultivate to my level. Naturally, they are no longer disturbed by external objects. Let me talk about my conditions. Now

The Heavenly Gate in the Realm is completely closed."

"Alchemist Xu used force to suppress the human world. Within two years, you killed a total of twenty-six clones of Buddhist disciples and thirty-seven clones of gods in heaven. It's not that we don't want to take action, but we are giving you a chance to turn around."

The solemn monk clasped his hands together and said, "Even if you are not afraid of my clone, you must make some concessions when we both descend to the earth at the same time. We cannot agree to your conditions."

"Two against one, right?"

Chen Jun said softly: "If you come alone, I can still hold on, but if you two come together, I will definitely lose. But why do you expect that I will come alone?"

The middle-aged man with a good-looking appearance and dressed in brocade looked at the boat, with a smile on his lips, "Are those people you are talking about? Bai Suzhen has not awakened the wisdom of her previous life and can't help you. That swordsman has the Kunlun inheritance, but he is far from practicing.

When we get home, there is no need to say more about the other two demons."

"What does the Emperor of Heaven think of this poor monk?"

At the edge of the willow embankment of the West Lake, an old monk wearing red and yellow cassocks appeared at some point.

He took a step towards the West Lake, and a golden lotus immediately formed on the West Lake. Lotus flowers grew every step of the way. With every step he took, his appearance became more youthful.

By the time he stepped into the pavilion, he had become a handsome young monk of sixteen or seventeen years old.

May you be away for half your life and still a young man when you return.

Fahai put his hands together and slowly bowed to Tathagata Buddha: "Disciple Fahai, I have met the Buddha!"

"What a monk." The middle-aged man looked at the monk beside him and laughed loudly: "Tathagata, it seems that you have made mistakes sometimes. This man is still your Buddhist disciple."

The Tathagata was not angry, but there was a wave of confusion in his heart, and he asked curiously: "Why is this? You have already achieved the status of Arhat. As long as you want, you can fly to the Great Thunder Sound Temple in the Buddhist world and listen to the supreme wonderful Dharma. Why do you still go there?"

Help him?"

Fahai raised his head and said calmly: "When my young disciple escaped into Buddhism, he once vowed to save all sentient beings. However, as he grew in practice, he realized that the suffering in the world cannot be achieved by myself alone. Now, with the help of the donor Xu, the common people

The hungry have food to eat, the cold have clothes to wear, there are jobs for the poor, and there are books and education for the ignorant children to teach them to be good.”

"The disciple thought, this is probably to save all sentient beings. What I failed to do, donor Xu did it for the disciple. Moreover, he has been living a very hard life over the years and has endured a lot silently, so I want to help him this time."

"You are not my opponent, even if I am just a clone of the lower realm."

Fahai clasped his hands together, his eyebrows widened, and said, "Whatever my heart desires, I will have no regrets."

"I will let you practice Buddhism again and realize Buddhism again."

After the words fell, I saw thousands of feet of golden light covering the entire heaven and earth, a majestic atmosphere, the sound of Buddha shook the world, and there were many strange phenomena like flowers falling from the sky.

"This disciple doesn't want to practice cultivation again, he just wants to be the only one in heaven and earth in this life!"

In the golden Great Thunder Sound Buddha Realm, golden lotuses suddenly bloomed, accompanied by a Buddhist sound that spread throughout the world, nine heavens and ten earths: "This method was learned from Li Dangxin of Liangchan Temple, and the lotus fell into the Buddha's land."

In the Great Thunder Sound Buddha Realm, Dharma Sea sits cross-legged, like a golden sun hanging high in the sky, bursting out boundless golden light. In the place of the Buddha Realm, another Lotus Buddha Realm opens.

Buddha sitting on lotus!

On top of the golden lotus flowers sit huge Buddhas.

The Buddha's light is thousands of feet long, and wherever the Buddha's Kingdom of the Tathagata's Great Thunder Sound is located, the Buddha's Kingdom of Dharma Sea and Lotus shines.

The young monk lowered his head and chanted sutras, but the scarlet blood began to gradually soak into his cassock. He steadied himself, and the Buddha's light blooming from the golden body became even brighter, but the blood spilled out faster.

Fahai was not in pain, he just felt that this trick he learned from Li Dangxin's Lotus Falling Buddha Kingdom was so domineering. As for Liangchan Temple, it should be a very interesting temple, and as for Li Dangxin, he should be an interesting monk.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the Buddhist verses given to him by his father Pei Xiu when he was a boy echoed in his ears:

When you send your son into Buddhism with sorrow, you should plant good roots day and night.

The body and eyes should not be stained by wealth, and the Taoist heart must remain in the cold years;

Read the sutras, recite the Buddha's name, and follow the teacher's teachings, and repay the four kindnesses with a clear mind and a clear mind.

One day, he will suddenly become a great weapon, and he will be honored alone in the world and in heaven!

On this day, the Tathagata's clone body died.

On this day, Fa Hai sat down and passed away, not seeking the afterlife, but seeking this life.