If it was someone else.
Jiang Qilin would not have had this speculation yet.
But now it was Cui Wendou, a scholar, who was being asked for his heart.
Then, the answer that Chen Dong had once given might be the one that best suited Cui Wendao’s daoist heart and was most likely to help him survive this heart questioning!
But Jiang Qilin did not intend to remind.
Above the Heavenly Path, the Great Dao fought for supremacy.
Not to mention, Cui Wendou had even teamed up with Gu Cang Yue and the others to strike at him before.
He hadn’t gone to such an extent as to be a holy b*tch!
Now that Cui Wendou had been asked for his heart and his dao heart was unstable, it was already the greatest kindness for him not to have struck out at him.
Rumble ……
The waves of heavenly might and blood were vast and overwhelming.
The thousand-metre-high wave was like a mountain moving across the sky, and it was trying to be fierce above the heavenly path.
Boundless blood qi rendered the heavens.
A huge roar and a tide of swords raged.
The voice of the distant ancestor above the ninth heaven still chants.
But the road to heaven is silent and oppressive.
Apart from Jiang Sixth Master and Jiang Qilin, who were rushing along, Gu Cang Yue, the black-robed Heavenly Wolf and Zhang Chun Qiu, all stopped at this point.
They had already surmised what Cui Wendou was going through.
It was because they knew that, even though they could still resist the tide of heavenly might and swords, they did not dare to continue on as Jiang Sixth Master and Jiang Qilin had done.
Both Master Jiang and Jiang Qilin were stepping stones for Chen Dong in the “Heavenless Realm”.
They were prepared to die, so they could advance with impunity at this point, not to mention the privilege of the Jiang family’s shelter on the Heavenly Road.
They, on the other hand, had none!
They set out on the Heavenly Road because they wanted to knock on the door and ascend to heaven, not to mention that they did not want to die.
So stopping, in the best possible condition, to meet the inquiring minds that may appear at any moment, is the best option!
Otherwise, when they were desperately trying to make their way, the heavenly might and the tide of swords and pressed bodies were already enough to torment them, and if another questioning heart came suddenly, it would be an unpreventable body-killing catastrophe for them.
At that time, not to mention the process of asking for the heart, it would not be surprising that they would even be directly washed away from their dao hearts when they were caught unawares.
“Why do you read?”
Cui Wendao knelt on the ground, his upper body hunched over, his body like sieve chaff, as if hysterical, repeating the question under his breath.
The sinewy veins on his face bulged out, becoming more and more prominent, even as those chaps cracked out in a thin gash that painted his face to shreds, scattering the skin of his face as if it might fall off like wall skin in the next second.
The brush scroll always hovered in front of him, and as it turned the pages frantically, it also erupted with the brush in a blinding golden light, even more so as it swept up the gale, wreaking havoc around it.
But the qi around him was weakening.
Like his body and qi, it was decaying at an irreversible rate in a very short period of time.
As time passed.
His dao heart, long ago, was already mottled.
Directly pointing to the original heart, if one cannot prove oneself and cannot fit in with the heavens, then all the answers are not answers, but instead are catalysts.
He was a Confucian, practising for a thousand years, yet he had never bothered to find out why he studied!
It was as if from the moment Confucianism was born, studying had become a matter of course!
But now, he was almost on the verge of collapse.
This question, which Cui Wendou had never considered, had become the most crucial link in the chain of events that had crushed his heart.
As a Confucian, it was a bit of a joke not to know why he was reading.
But this was the truth in front of Cui Wendao.
In a very short time, a thousand thoughts burst through his mind, like lightning bolts, and countless answers burst through his mind.
As soon as each answer appeared, he instantly rejected it.
And with each rejection, his thoughts were plunged into a deeper lump.
Asking, self-evidence, seeking proof ……
This process may seem simple, but it is in fact a thousand times more difficult.
If one had not been asked for one’s heart on the road to Heaven, the process of asking for one’s heart alone, if ultimately successful, would have been a real enlightenment, a complete metamorphosis of the Dao heart.
There is no better example of this than Wang Yangming’s Dragon Field enlightenment.
But in contrast to the Longchang enlightenment, what Cui Wendao is experiencing now is not only the asking of the heart for enlightenment, but life and death.
Buzz!
A circle of golden light suddenly emerged from beneath Cui Wendao’s body. The fierce wind that was blowing abruptly weakened its momentum.
Cui Wendao’s figure, too, stopped trembling, but was hunched to the extreme.
At this moment, he was as old as if he had consumed all his life span in a very short period of time, and had decayed to the extreme, just like Master Dewu before him.
His white hair danced against the wind, and the veins on his face had long since broken apart in countless ways, oozing blood all over his face.
He slowly lifted his head and spurted out a large mouthful of blood from his mouth and nose, and grinned.
“I have never heard of the Tao, but I have never heard of the Tao. I am a Confucian, but I don’t even know why I have to study.
The desolate and mournful laughter suddenly echoed above the heavenly path, and even rushed through the sky under the urging of talent, piercing through the blockade of the heavenly might and blood waves and falling clearly into everyone’s ears.
All three of them looked astonished.
As Cui Wendou spoke those words, the deathly aura that came over them was so dense that it seemed to turn into substance.
This Confucian great power …… had finally come to an end!
Unable to prove himself, he decays in place!
“Still unable to enlighten yourself? In this comparison, Dong is really powerful, with just four sentences, he broke through the state of mind, and his one epiphany is something that existences like Cui Wendou could not contemplate at the cost of life and death!” Jiang Qilin shook his head and lamented.
Hoo ……
On the road to heaven, a breeze suddenly rolled up.
The breeze is gentle and slow.
But it was unobstructed on the sky path, rolling towards Cui Wendao.
Jiang Qilin could not help but tilt his head and inhale deeply, “Is this the breeze of the heavens?”
The breeze gently brushed the heavenly mighty blood waves.
In the blink of an eye, however, it arrived in front of Cui Wendou.
Cui Wendao, already decaying and full of death, was like an old man on his deathbed, raising his head to meet the slight wave of blood that was rolling in front of him.
Looking at the approaching waves of blood, he could clearly feel death coming.
At this moment, his bloodshot, yet dried up eyes became hollow.
Memories were quickly pulled back to what once was.
Thousands of years of life, thousands of years of memories.
A scene, a tangle of tediousness.
But every single image that came to mind made him remember.
Or they could draw the corners of his mouth into a slight smile, or they could draw a slight frown from his brow, or they could draw a look of indifference from him.
Suddenly.
Cui Wendou’s dry, reddened eyes lit up with a fierce cluster of light.
His memory, back to his childhood days.
It was a rainy night, and he was on the pavilion of the Cui family’s house, overlooking the lights of ten thousand houses, and even more so, the distant sound of wolf smoke and killing.
He no longer remembered what dynasty it was, only that it was a very long time ago.
And just as he was transfixed by what he took in as far as the eye could see.
A lofty, broad shadow enveloped his entire body, while a scroll was handed to him by a large, vicissitudes hand.
“Wen Dao, what are you thinking about as you look at this?”
The young Cui Wendao, without hesitation, uttered a dry, milky voice.
“How nice it would be if I could read so that all these people could live well, could have books to read too, and could live a peaceful life?”
Boom boom!
There was a loud bang.
Like a bolt from the blue.
Trey Wendall’s memory faded fast and was quickly pulled back into reality.
At this moment, the decaying and dying man was like a withered wood springing back to life.
Clang!
A flood of bells rang out in the Nine Heavenly Gates.
Layers and layers of blood waves that had already washed before them abruptly stopped.
The breeze from the Heavenly Gate of the Nine Heavens disappears.
And the pen scroll hovering in front of him, at that moment, also glowed with light, slowing down the turning of the pages.
“My dao is these four sentences ……”
Cui Wendou smiled, spontaneous and relieved.
Buzzing rumble!
The golden light around him shone brightly, and the Confucian talent energy surged even more wildly as the wind gusted.
The terrifying golden light of the Confucian talent qi even turned into a pillar of light that shot up into the sky, breaking through everything on the heavenly path and slamming into the Heavenly Gate of the Nine Heavens.
