Chapter 864 The Last Session

The green mountains on both sides of the Qulong River remain the same, and the clouds and mists are rising. Riding a bamboo raft alone is very elegant. Only the mountains and rivers remain the same, but the old man and the young man who used to row the boat for Li Changxiao have long since turned into a handful of yellow soil.

Even their graves cannot be found.

Li Changxiao did it himself and built a bamboo raft. He held a bamboo pole and gently rowed the raft, which floated down the river and floated several feet away. Rowing is a hard job, and the money earned is hard-earned. The current in the river is unpredictable, and sometimes you are caught in a rapid surge. If you are not careful, there is a risk of capsizing.

Li Changxiao saw that the old man was relaxed and comfortable at first. He asked the boat to go fast or slow, and pointed west to the west and pointed north to the north. He thought that the boatman was nothing special except that he was a little tired and suffered a little.

Only when he went into battle himself did he find that there was a lot of tricks.

There is no old man rowing on the Qulong River anymore. After the natural disaster, Lingtian was saved, but many people were buried in the sea. The population has dropped sharply. And because of isolation, it has not recovered yet. Many places are withered and dilapidated.

When the grass and trees grow wildly, the mountains are greener, the water is more beautiful, and the scenery is more beautiful.

Li Changxiao looked at the scenery on both sides of the bank, and his mentality was very different. Thinking back to the past, when the spiritual energy was exhausted for three hundred years, he went out of the mountain to seek revenge. It was from this Qulong River, all the way north, to Lingtian City for revenge.

Now it has been more than seven hundred years since he sought change...

During these years, he has experienced too many things. It's so mixed that he can't even tell it clearly.

Immortals... are over.

Cultivators... are dead.

Li Changxiao witnessed the heyday of an era. It seems that everything started in this Panlong Sect. He was demoted from a prince to a commoner, exiled for 30,000 miles... but he was still a mortal on the way. It was only after he entered the Panlong Sect that he gradually saw the vastness of the world and the brilliance of the cultivators.

There are thousands of immortals and gods in the sky.

For Li Changxiao, the Panlong Sect is the beginning of his practice. He went down the river, threw away the bamboo pole, and lay alone in the bamboo raft, with the corner of his clothes soaked in the river and stained by the water. He was unaware. He didn't know what he was thinking, just quietly watching everything passing by.

Passing by the Panlong Sect, he just watched from a distance and never went into the ruins to explore.

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Seeking Change in the 708th Year, January.

Li Changxiao left Lingtian Banguo and took a large ship to the north bank. The north of Lingtian was originally a desert, but now the sea has turned into mulberry fields and the desert has turned into an oasis.

Headed northwest. The former Buddhist city has turned into a Buddhist country. Today, there is a Taoist monk who sits on the Buddhist platform to talk about Buddhism, and countless Buddhist disciples are listening below. The monk said that if a king is unkind, he will suffer a terrible disaster.

He listed the terrible flood a hundred years ago, and what he said was as if he had seen it with his own eyes. Li Changxiao watched from afar and saw that the monk was handsome and elegant, and it turned out to be the fifth prince Li Tianyu. He had shaved his long hair, and his face was old and withered, and his life was coming to an end.

He recounted the past lightly.

When the Buddha finished talking, he suddenly said to the air on the side: "Since you are here, why don't you talk to me?" Li Changxiao asked Li Tianyu how he found out about him.

Li Tianyu smiled and said that since he started practicing Buddhism, his true judgment has been very accurate. Maybe it is because people are about to die, they can see things more clearly. That night, the two brothers had a small gathering. Only Li Tianyu had already entered Buddhism and could no longer drink privately.

In this small gathering, Li Changxiao drank and ate alone.

That day, the flood was raging, and Li Tianyu, as the king of a country, fled alone. He was heartbroken to see his father's country being trampled on by others. He also felt that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, and he was unworthy of being a human being. In such a difficult situation, he accidentally walked to the former Buddhist city.

From then on, he entered the temple to become a monk and never asked about worldly affairs again. The fame, wealth, and immortality he had once sought were all empty. He recited Buddhist scriptures and talked about Buddhist principles every day... That's all.

The two of them were separated by one night. Li Changxiao sighed at the changes in the world, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart. The next day, Li Tianyu saw Li Changxiao off.

Looking at Li Changxiao's back as he walked away, Li Tianyu murmured, "I have escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, but you have not." He returned to the temple. He silently recited Buddhist scriptures and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeking Change In August of the 708th year. Li Changxiao passed by a forest, which was a very lush fruit forest. He hesitated for a while, but still secretly picked two fruits to quench his thirst.

Suddenly, he heard a shout, and a child pulled a hunting dog towards him, cursing, "Fruit thief, fruit thief, don't run!" Li Changxiao laughed and ran away.

The child couldn't catch up with him, so he was very discouraged. He stamped his feet and returned home in frustration.

... In October of the 708th year of Seeking Change. Li Changxiao came to a small town. He vaguely remembered that this town was once called "Lang Town" and he had bought a lustful donkey in the town.

But the town changed its name and surname, and there was no trace of the past. Li Changxiao stayed for a night and felt bored. So he left Lang Town and went north along the "Beiyuan River" where he used to walk.

Along the way, he met escorts and merchants. The people who came and went were rich and poor. They passed by each other and rarely met.

In January of the 709th year of Seeking Change.

It was a heavy snowy day.

The wind blew wildly in the mountains and the snow was so strong that it hurt people's skin, as if someone was whipping them with a whip.

Li Changxiao came to the Laiqu Inn in the wind and snow. The roof and front yard of the inn were almost submerged in the wind and snow. No one has cared for it for a long time, and it looks desolate and dilapidated.

He pushed open the door. There was a creaking sound, which pierced his eardrums. The seats inside were intact, but there was no one. The dust had accumulated very thickly. No one had been here for ten years... twenty years... thirty years... or even longer.

I vaguely remember it.

When Li Changxiao participated in the first meeting for change. As soon as he opened the door, a charming woman stood behind the counter and called out "young man". There was a fireplace in the lobby, and the reformers sat together to chat and talk, and were very curious about the meeting for change. Monks from all over the world exchanged names and got to know each other.

At that time, the spiritual energy was exhausted, but the change was just beginning. Countless monks joined the road for change from south to north. Along the way, all kinds of people were vivid in my mind.

Li Changxiao sat in the guest inn alone. He went into the cellar to search familiarly. He found half a jar of spring and winter plum wine in the deepest part, and drank it alone in the dilapidated inn.

Good wine goes into the intestines and the heart.

"This is the last session."

The last monk, the last meeting for change.