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Chapter 42 Enlightenment and the Future

It was already late autumn and early morning, and there was still a hint of chill in the air.

Zhou Qing walked out of the house and stood in the small courtyard.

His mind is very messy now, he is thinking hard and can't find a way out, he is gradually getting a little irritable, and he just wants to be clear at this moment.

In Zhou Qing's yard, there is a tall sycamore tree planted.

Suddenly a gust of autumn wind blew, and immediately several sycamore leaves broke away from the branches and slowly fell.

There are already many fallen leaves on the ground. Now in late autumn, leaves are falling in the wind every night.

Zhou Qing looked at the fallen leaves, his eyes gradually becoming blank.

Did these fallen leaves fall voluntarily?

Among the fallen leaves, Zhou Qing felt a kind of loneliness and desolation.

Maybe voluntarily, maybe not, but so what?

At this moment when the autumn wind blows, no matter what the thoughts of falling leaves are, the leaves have to fall and die.

This autumn wind is the deadline for the fallen leaves. When the deadline comes, even if the leaves can withstand the autumn wind once, how can they withstand the second or third time?

Just like the monks in this world, how many people have no regrets about death?

How many old sect leaders and emperors who are approaching the end of their lifespan choose to go into the wilderness and into the restricted area in their later years, don't they just want to take their own lives from heaven?

The wages of avarice is death.

Leaves fall with autumn, cultivation dies with fate.

"Autumn orders the leaves to fall, and the leaves have to fall; orders cultivators to die, and cultivators have to die."

However, when spring comes next year, when a new generation comes on stage, new green leaves will still appear, and a new younger generation will still appear, succeeding one after another, and ultimately they will continue the path of their predecessors and end in the same way.

"Is this life?"

Zhou Qing's heart felt ethereal, and he felt an incomprehensible artistic conception.

His eyes were misty for a while and empty for a while. There was a sycamore leaf floating in the air, disappearing and reborn in his eyes.

Zhou Qingru stood in a distant void, his heart became more and more peaceful, and an indescribable Taoist rhyme rose around him.

A fallen leaf floated on his shoulder, very light, very light, but with a kind of desolation.

The autumn wind blew across his face, making him feel cold and lonely.

It's obviously the same wind, but because of the differences in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the wind brings different feelings to people.

They are the same people, but because of their different origins, their life directions are also different.

It is the same Tao, but because each person incorporates different thoughts, the Tao evolved is also different.

At this moment, Zhou Qing captured a strange Dao mark. His body and mind were very ethereal, as if he had transcended from the physical body. Heaven and man were one, and a wisp of thought turned into a fallen leaf.

He fell into a state of unity of Tao and self. This is the self uniting with Tao. This state is many times more advanced than enlightenment, and it is difficult to appear under normal circumstances.

Zhou Qing's heart was immersed in this state, and thousands of fate lines were intertwined in his mind, trying to merge together.

Gradually, Zhou Qing closed his eyes. There was no sound of wind in his ears, no smell of fallen leaves in his nose, and no softness of soil under his feet.

Two years ago, he obtained the complete Natural Way from Zhuofeng. Although he did not deliberately practice it, his attainments in the Natural Way are still very profound, and he has his own unique understanding of the natural things in the world.

But now, when he fell into confusion on the road of destiny, this natural road led by analogy and gave him an opportunity to make a breakthrough.

In the Taoist Palace, there are five palaces with the sound of heaven and earth resounding, as if someone is reciting a supreme scripture to explain the wonderful principles of heaven and earth.

There is no auspiciousness lingering, no fairy light rising into the sky, everything is natural, like an elegant ink painting.

After calming down, Zhou Qing seemed to be able to hear the breathing of everyone in the entire city.

From the nearest to him, to the farthest, from mortal to monk

Slowly, Zhou Qing's perception of the outside world became more and more acute. With his eyes closed tightly, his spiritual consciousness transcended the physical body and grew larger and larger, gradually surrounding the entire Linghu City.

He clearly felt that tens of thousands of destiny auras were gathering towards him from all directions.

Just like the sea is open to all rivers, whether they are mortals or monks, the threads of fate of everyone are slowly intertwined and turned into a web of fate.

At a certain moment, something suddenly changed within three feet of Zhou Qing's location.

The autumn wind blowing across Zhou Qing's face was still at this moment, and the fallen leaves on the sycamore trees were also still in mid-air.

However, all this did not have any impact on people outside.

Only the city lord who transformed into a dragon suddenly felt a strong crisis in his heart, as if his destiny was in the hands of others, and he became a piece of meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by others.

The web of fate converged on Zhou Qing from all directions, making Zhou Qing seem to be one with it at this moment. He saw many pictures at once. Most of the pictures were what these people were doing, and occasionally some pictures of the future flashed.

These future scenes immediately caught Zhou Qing's attention.

He hasn't looked at other people's lines of fate for two months, because this kind of 'seeing' is a very draining thing. The longer he looks at it, the more serious the drain becomes.

Therefore, the future at this moment is also vague to Zhou Qing.

However, these pictures now show roughly the same scene.

In the not-too-distant future, Linghu City was plunged into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. A huge light curtain shrouded Linghu City, and there were corpses one after another on the streets.

There are dozens of monks fighting in the sky, and the blazing divine light shines in the sky, like the Milky Way falling in the sky, like the ocean hitting the sky.

A tall and ferocious figure appeared in mid-air, holding the bruised city lord in his hand, and said coldly.

"As early as fifty years ago, the moment you killed my only son, I was thinking about revenge all the time."

"Now that I have sealed this space with a forbidden weapon, there will be no changes here in the eyes of outsiders. The powerful people in your clan will never find out what is going on here."

"And you were hit by my Ruan Xian Powder and couldn't use all your divine power. I will let you see with your own eyes how I destroyed the city you built with your own hands."

"Hahaha, I want you to know how painful it is to have something precious taken away from you!"

The city lord was covered in blood and his eyes were wide with anger, but he couldn't yell because he was banned.

The ferocious figure sneered: "Zhou Yu, are you curious why you didn't find out my Ruanxian Powder? Huh, this is a unique elixir from ancient times. Although people can't use divine power, it is not poisonous. It’s a prescription that makes people lose their ability to move due to extreme pleasure.”

In the city, an old Confucian standing in the sea of ​​​​blood among the mountains of corpses said angrily: "Why did you massacre this city with blood? Why! Why!"

"I just like killing people, especially killing mortals. The more I kill, the more Zhou Yu feels sorry for me, and the happier I am, hahaha!"

A ferocious figure laughed wildly in the air, leading a dozen tough monsters to massacre the city.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Qing pulled his consciousness out of this future scene.