The smell of meat gradually diffused.

The smell of wine gradually became stronger.

Outside the dilapidated palace, it was approaching night, the snow was flying like a waterfall, splashing the night sky, and the wind was like a knife, whistling.

But it couldn't blow away the warmth in the palace.

The bonfire burned fiercely, dispelling the dark night and counteracting the bone-chilling cold.

Su Yi, who was dozing off in the rattan chair, stretched long, picked up the barbecue, and began to feast on the hot wine.

In the past year, he has been traveling in the mountains and rivers, playing in the world of mortals, ignoring the world affairs, ignoring the hustle and bustle, even if he encounters some disputes and turmoil, he just glances at them coldly and then drifts away.

His mind has been settled, and he can appreciate the beauty of the world and all living beings in meditation.

Although the Taoism has not improved, it has become more and more pure and strong.

To the world, he is just a passer-by.

For himself, this is a rare journey to let himself go.

Cultivate a free and unrestrained spirit, and cultivate a heart that is free from hindrances.

Cut through the hustle and bustle, escape into the world of mortals, and only when you are alone can you stay out of things, escape from the cage, and clearly recognize yourself.

If you walk too fast and in a hurry, you will often ignore the scenery along the way.

In the final analysis, he used to break through too fast, experienced too many turmoil, and was deeply trapped in the situation, so he was inevitably exhausted and unable to control himself.

This is the so-called restraint.

Only by breaking all these and jumping out of the cage, can we have a clearer understanding of how to go on the road in the future.

In fact, in this short period of one year, Su Yi didn't even bother to think about the matter of cultivation, and was absorbed in wandering around the world.

What you see and feel, what you think and get, comes from your heart, but you forget it in a blink of an eye.

How comfortable, how comfortable, how to come, follow one's inclinations without overstepping the rules.

Enjoy yourself.

Be content with yourself.

The cold wind howled, the night became much darker, and the snow was still falling, but it was obviously much smaller, no longer like goose feathers, but like salt grains.

I ate all the barbecue and drank most of the wine. Although I didn't feel full, I had already satisfied my appetite.

Su Yi patted his stomach, and lay back comfortably in the rattan chair, planning to take a nap and set off again at dawn.

At this moment, he resounded the most common Buddhist gatha of Zen, walking is also Zen, sitting is also Zen, speech is silent, movement and stillness are natural.

Such simple words often have the true meaning of "the great way is simple".

A burst of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the dilapidated Taoist temple:

"Hey, there is still half an hour before the start of the 'Yuexue Discussion'. Could it be that fellow Taoists have come earlier?"

"It's true, I can smell the smell of meat, wine, and the smell of burning firewood."

"Let's go and have a look."

...Accompanied by the sound, a group of figures walked into the dilapidated Taoist temple.

There are more than ten people.

There are handsome men and beautiful women dressed in brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes, the old man with fairy demeanor and kindness, there are also middle-aged men dressed as woodcutters, and frail young men dressed as scholars...

After more than a dozen of them arrived, they couldn't help being startled when they saw Su Yi dozing in a rattan chair by the campfire.

"I'm bothering you, may I ask where your teacher is from?"

Leading the way was an old man in Taoist robes with a sense of demeanor, bowing to him with a smile and inquiring.

Su Yi opened his eyes, glanced at these people, and said, "I'm just a passerby, I pass by here occasionally, and I'll leave tomorrow morning."

Everyone looked at each other, obviously relaxed.

"I see."

The old man in the Taoist robe smiled, "We have already agreed that we will sit here tonight and discuss the Taoism. If fellow Taoists don't mind, you might as well participate together."

Su Yi smiled and waved his hands, "Please do yourselves, I won't get involved."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, carried the wicker chair, and sat down at the corner of the hall.

Seeing that Su Yi knew how to advance and retreat, the dozen or so people became more and more relaxed.

"It can be seen that your Excellency is also a practitioner. This is a pot of wine made by my own hand. It is not very precious, but the taste is very unique. Please taste it."

A beautiful woman with graceful eyebrows stepped forward and put a jug of wine beside Su Yi.

"Thank you."

Su Yi nodded in thanks.

The beautiful woman said with a smile, "We are all of the same way, so meeting here is also considered a predestined relationship, as it should be."

Next, the dozen or so people sat on the floor in this dilapidated palace, some brought out all kinds of mountain delicacies, and some brought out an assortment of fine wines.

Some spread out the prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and some even took out musical instruments such as jade flutes and long pianos.

After that, the dozen or so people were drinking and chatting happily.

The night sky outside the main hall is like ink, and the snow is blowing with the wind.

There was laughter in the hall.

Some played the jade flute with a brisk tone, and another woman played the piano to echo it.

Some splashed ink and drew a picture of "Banquet and Discussion on Taoism on a Snowy Night", which attracted a lot of applause.

Some sang about wine, expressing their feelings about the difficulty of practicing, which aroused a lot of sympathy.

There are also people who sit and talk about Taoism.

Occasionally, some people would look towards where Su Yi was, and when they saw Su Yi dozing in a wicker chair, they looked away.

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Su Yi couldn't possibly fall asleep.

On such a snowy night, with a blustery cold wind, and in the wilderness, it is naturally very interesting to meet such a "gathering of discussions on Taoism".

In Su Yi's eyes, the cultivation bases of these ten or so people are simply insignificant, and the strongest one is just a Yujing Immortal who has just set foot in the Immortal Dao.

And the others are all "monks" who have not yet become immortals.

They obviously came from different places, and they only got together here tonight, one for drinking and having fun, and the other for talking about metaphysics.

To Su Yi, their words when discussing cultivation had no merit at all.

Some of these perceptions of Dao are still fallacious. But it has to be said that the lively and harmonious atmosphere of discussing Dao even infected Su Yi.

On the way of practice, it is undoubtedly a comforting thing to have like-minded people gather together from time to time, drink wine and talk freely.

But this "Snowy Night Discussion" was going on for half an hour when it was interrupted by a sudden cold voice.

"You evildoers are really good at enjoying it!"

When the sound sounded, a gust of bitter wind and biting cold flowed into the hall.

The bonfires were blown out.

The sound of chatting, drinking, flute playing and qin playing all came to an abrupt end.

Those who splashed ink put away their brushes, and those who drank and drank stood up abruptly.

The lively atmosphere also disappeared, and the whole hall became oppressive and dull.

The dozen or so figures had all stood up and looked out of the hall with unfriendly expressions.

In the night, a young man with a long knife on his back stepped on the snow.

His complexion is dark, his face is sharp and angular, his messy long hair is randomly tied into a bun, and his eyes are as cold as ice and as bright as cold stars.

Although he was only wearing an old robe, it couldn't hide his frightening edge.

When seeing this person appear, the dozen or so monks were all surprised and their expressions changed drastically.

"Mubai, a disciple of Kaiyuan Daozong's Outer Gate Zhenling Temple, come to capture the demon!"

The young man in a robe with a knife in his hand took out a waist card, gestured for a moment, and then said with a cold expression, "You can escape, but I promise, whoever escapes first will die!"

Those words were colder than the howling wind, all the monks were stiff and their faces were ugly.

Mubai of the Hall of True Spirits, a decisive, ruthless sword fairy!

In Kaiyuan Daozong, he might just be a marginal outer disciple.

But for casual cultivators like them, this kind of person is already a big person they dare not provoke at all!

"Lord Mu, we gathered here to discuss the Dao, and we did not do anything outrageous. Did your lord misunderstand?"

The leading Taoist robed old man spoke, his posture was very low.

He is the only Yuxian in this group of casual cultivators who has set foot on the fairy road.

"If you have heard my name, you should know my style of doing things. If you don't have enough evidence, you will definitely not be approached."

Mu Bai said coldly, "Just like you old fellow, nineteen years ago, in order to practice the secret technique, you sneaked into Shangyun City and brutally took away the blood and souls of 386 children in the city."

"And this is just one of the many crimes you have committed in your life!"

The expression of the Taoist robed old man changed, "Your Excellency, you can't wrong a good person. This old man has nothing to do in this life..."

Mu Bai sneered, and took out a copper lamp from his sleeve robe, a soul was imprisoned in the lamp.

"This is your personal disciple. Not long ago, a "living banquet" was held in the Eight Rivers Mountain. Ninety-nine young girls with cultivation bases were used as food, and a group of demon cultivators were invited to the banquet to share. Cruel enough to make people feel angry!"

"And after I wiped out those monsters, your apprentice has already told you all the things you did in order to survive!"

"Now, are you sure you still need evidence?"

Those words made the Taoist robed old man's complexion extremely ugly.

Mubai's eyes were like knives, and he glanced at the others coldly, "And you, who look sanctimonious, but which one is not full of crimes?"

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest, in this God's Domain, which strong man has not killed anyone?"

A man in a Chinese robe retorted, "Not to mention the morals of this world... There is no distinction between black and white, good and evil. Mr. Mubai, the people you have killed all these years can be piled up into a mountain of corpses, right?"

puff!

A bright knife light suddenly appeared, and the man in the Chinese robe was beheaded on the spot, blood staining the ground.

This scene deeply stimulated the other casual cultivators present, all of whom were shocked and angry.

In the corner, Su Yi sat quietly watching, without any reaction.

"The name of my sword is 'Sin and Punishment', and I have always only killed evil spirits and heretics who have committed crimes."

Mubai's eyes were cold, "But in my opinion, black is black and white is white, so that the kindness will eventually be rewarded, and the evil will be rewarded, this is the law of heaven, the righteous way of the universe!"

"People like you who have committed heinous crimes should be killed!"

The words were sonorous and forceful, and the long knife on Mu Bai's back was buzzing and trembling at this moment, resonating with it, stirring the hall.

All of this also made Mu Bai's aura even more intimidating, and many monks trembled with fright, not daring to look at him.

This scene surprised Su Yi.

The voice of the heart resonates with the chant of the knife!

It can be seen that this young man is not a person who deceives the world and steals his name, but really takes "eliminating demons and defending the way" as his own.

Such a person is very rare in the cultivation world of God's Domain.

On the contrary, it looks like an alternative!

ps: Just a few words, Goldfish is working hard to save manuscripts, not to explode, but to prepare for the sun, once sick in bed, try to have as many manuscripts as possible to support.

It is expected to save 4 chapters today, and the goal of Goldfish is to save 10 chapters...