The God of Destruction

Pan Chen looked at the sky, and after a long time, he said, "Xiyao, I'll give it to you." He said that he passed the silver sword in his hand to Xiyao. Xiyao shook his head and was about to speak, but Pan Chen said: "In the future You protect me, it's also called Pan Chen, he will help me to guard you all the time. "Wen Xiyao nodded with a smile and took the long knife. Pan Chen looked at Meng Zun and said, "Sister Meng, go back. Now that your cultivation path has just started, I will give you something, and I hope you will one day be called the new Lord of the Boundary." Pan Chen said that a pure white crystal emerged from his hand. He smiled and handed the crystal to Meng Zun. He said: "This is the power of July. I hope you will become the master of the closure one day. People who can take the realm and uncover the lies of the gods and Buddhas. In the ancient times, the realm did not live like this now. It must be for reasons now. "Pan Chen said, but tears fell.

Meng Zun left, leaving only Pan Chen and Wen Xiyao sitting quietly on the attic. Wen Xiyao looked at Pan Chen's sad expression and asked, "Can you really put it down?" Pan Chen shook his head and said, " I ca n’t let it go, but now I ’m in a fog, and I ca n’t let it go, I can only bury it in my heart. ”Pan Chen said, but holding Wen Xiyao ’s hand, said lightly:“ If one day I ’m not there Now, you have to live well, even for me. "Wen Xiyao's heart suddenly tightened. She seemed to feel something, but she couldn't tell clearly, and only looked at Pan Chen with concern.

As the night grew thicker, Pan Chen was quietly holding Wen Xiyao, and the two sat on the attic.

Pan Chen gently kissed Wen Xiyao, Wen Xiyao didn't move, just closed his eyes quietly. The moonlight in the sky gradually brightened, and Pan Chen let go of Wen Xiyao gently, and said, "I'm tired." He turned around and walked back to the room. Wen Xiyao gently stroked the kiss that Pan Chen had kissed before. Lips, standing there deliberately, and after a long time before picking up the knife on the ground, there was always some uneasiness in her heart, but she didn't know what would happen.

Hearing the slight closing of the door in the next room, Pan Chen sat up from the bed and said softly in his mouth: "Xiyao, I'm sorry." He walked out of the room slowly, walked down the attic, and left Qingshuiyuan. Pan Chen stood by the lake, quietly looking at Wen Xiyao's room, and she was crying with tears. He said softly, "Xiyao, goodbye." Wen Xiyao's body in the room was suddenly startled, and she opened He opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but the whole body was suppressed by the silver light of the silver long knife, and he couldn't move at all, just fighting to see, tears dripping on the pillow.

Pan Chen kept walking. He walked all night, but walked into the mountain and entered a village in the middle of the mountain. Pan Chen smiled on his face, but fainted after two steps.

Waking up the next day, Pan Chen was lying on a simple bed. Pan Chen opened his eyes and saw an old man sitting on a chair not far away. Pan Chen walked out of bed gently and came to the old man. The old man heard footsteps, opened his eyes and looked at Pan Chen, and said, "You wake up, I will give you a meal." The old man got up and walked into a The door soon came out with two bowls, a bowl of white rice and a bowl of pickles. The old man put the two bowls on the table, pointed at the chopsticks Lou on the table, and said: "The food is simple, you can eat a bit." Pan Chen smiled and took the chopsticks and ate it. The old man smiled and walked to the other door of the room. Pan Chen couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the old man's back. Now that he has done nothing, maybe he will be like the old man decades later.

After eating, Pan Chen walked out of the room and came to the living room. He said that the living room was actually very shabby. There were three worn chairs, a square table with rounded corners, and a teapot on the table. Three cups. Pan Chen saw that the old man was sitting at the door and was making bamboo baskets. Pan Chen slowly walked behind the old man and said to the old man: "Grandpa, thank you for saving me." The old man turned his head and smiled to Pan Chen, "Get up in the morning, I saw the son fell at the door, Presumably fainted by hunger, I helped you into the room and filled you with rice porridge. Seeing that the son was wearing a child who must be a big family, why did he come to us in the mountains? "Pan Chen smiled. Said: "I'm also alone, I'm running around, now I'm tired, I just want to find a place to live quietly." Pan Chen said, squatting beside the old man, watching the old man making bamboo baskets, and looking at Pan Chen, the old man said: "The son is not disgusted. He lives in my house. The old man has no children under his knees. Now he is old and he doesn't rely on it." Pan Chen smiled and said, "Well, kid Pan Chen, grandpa, please call me Xiaoyue, I'll be you Grandson. "Pan Chen said, taking the old man to sit on the chair, took the Qiankun bag from his arms, opened it and took it to the old man, said:" Grandpa, don't be busy with these in the future, these fairy jade should be enough for us to live our lives. , You're always good at self-cultivation , I will honor you old. "The old man was surprised when he saw that the space between the two feet of the Qiankun bag was full of fairy jade. It's not over, but Grandpa has nothing to do, and he always feels uncomfortable. "Pan Chen smiled and put away the Qiankun bag and walked out of the house.

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The village is not big, just two or thirty people, a curved bluestone road curved through the village like a step, Pan Chen walked to the village head, where there is a company selling pork, then the old man also followed, Pan Chen He smiled and said, "Grandpa, let's eat better in the future." The old man nodded. Pan Chen took out a piece of fairy jade and put it on the pork stall. The butcher saw the fairy jade and said politely: "The son buys pork What? "The old man came up, grabbed Xianyu, and took out five copper coins from his arms, and said," Cut half a catty of pork. "Said to put Xianyu back in Pan Chen's hands, the butcher Suddenly, he said, "Old man Qin, you have a big guest, why did you cut half a catty of pork." Pan Chen smiled and helped the old man, said: "My grandpa said you can cut as much as you want." "The butcher cut half a catty of pork and handed it to Pan Chen. Pan Chen smiled and helped the old man back to the house.

The old man took Pan Chen to break some bamboo shoots on the mountain and returned to the house, but half an hour later, the old man put the bamboo shoot meat on the table and said, "Child, eat." Pan Chen was sitting at the door Writing a bamboo basket, he turned back to the old man and said, "Come."

Pan Chen ’s life in this small mountain village was also very happy. One morning after 13 years, the old man fell asleep forever. Pan Chen knelt beside the bed, crying sadly, he took the old man ’s hand, He didn't say a word.

Pan Chen invited all the men in the village to bury the old man. In the back mountain, Pan Chen looked at the grave bag in front of him, but he was kneeling there. "How did you leave me behind, grandpa, grandpa." Pan Chen cried, and the voice echoed sadly in the forest. After kneeling in front of the old man's grave for a whole day, Pan Chen returned to the old man's house in a daze. Looking at the humble room, Pan Chen sighed and said, "Grandpa, let's go." After that, he walked out with dry food The house left this small mountain village.

Down the mountain, Pan Chen sat wearily in front of a clear stream at the foot of the mountain, ate some dry food, and drank some water. Pan Chen fell asleep by the stream.

He had a dream, a very long dream, when he dreamed that when the old man was young, because the family was poor, he watched his mother die and die. The old man was crying sadly by the bed. Said: "Dacai, Dad is going to leave here, Dad is going to find money in the city, and when Dad is rich, he will come back to pick you up and have a good life in the city." The father left and took away all the valuable things in the family, in the mountains At his feet, however, he met a group of wild wolves, who dragged his father into the forest and gnawed only bones. The child had no food and was adopted by an old man in the village. The old man taught him to make bamboo baskets to sell money. Twenty years later, the old man died, and the child was already in his thirties. He inherited the old man ’s craftsmanship and made bamboo baskets in the village. He can make more than 30 bamboo baskets a day, but it is only enough to maintain his livelihood. Someone introduced him to his daughter-in-law, but he dared not ask for it. He cried silently without money. He was afraid that the daughter-in-law would suffer hard after him. The child was already in his fifties at this time. When he fell to the mountain while cutting bamboo on a mountain, the man fell into a coma for two days. Finally, he opened his eyes and slowly stood up. His one foot broke. From then on, he walked with a limp, but the man did not give up his life. He still sat in front of the door and made bamboo baskets every day, and then asked the villagers to help him to sell in the city. The man is seventy years old, he opened the door in the morning, but he saw a teenager fall at the door. He rescued the teenager and lived with the teenager. They made bamboo baskets together and cut bamboo together on the mountain. Overnight, the old man fell asleep, his face still with a happy smile, but this time he fell asleep forever, the happy smile on his face has always been like that.

"Grandpa." Pan Chen screamed and woke up, he was crying again, he saw everything, saw the bitterness of grandpa, saw the tenacity of life, saw a happy smile. What is life? Pan Chen was meditating by the creek at this time. Life is a beating heart, life is the convergence of experiences, life is a tenacious struggle, life is an unyielding belief, and life is tears of sadness and happiness. Pan Chen suddenly felt a spot of light in the Qihai jump, he was quiet, all the sounds around him were printed in his brain, the chirping of birds, the wings of insects, the dancing of leaves, and the fish swimming in the water , Weeds grow slowly, isn't this all life? Pan Chen sat for a long time for a long time, ten years, one hundred years Pan Chen slowly opened his eyes, he clearly saw those plants, flying birds, swimming fish, from them, Pan Chen saw The vitality of life saw the faint brilliance emanating from them, floating in the air, Pan Chen reached out and grabbed it, but the silver-white brilliance was floating away, Pan Chen smiled, stood up, those silver-white All of Guanghua was submerged in his body. Pan Chen felt that a white seed in Qihai was slowly growing up. Pan Chen could feel that his body was full of power at this time.

Pan Chen walked among the mountains, clearly seeing the anger overflowing from those trees, birds and animals into his body. "It turns out that life is so dead. I realize that the source of life can absorb the power of these lives. If no one absorbs the power?" Pan Chen thought, but smiled faintly. I originally thought that my path of cultivation has been completed, but now it is because of the life of an old man, and I have once again realized the most precious power between heaven and earth. ..