Chapter 207: Nirvana Fire Is Like Fireworks, Bodhisattva, Put Your Palms Together and Help Me (1)
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The misty smoke drifted down, and a cold late spring breeze blew over, stirring the pink spring plums all over the mountain to sprinkle down on the stamens.
The white walls and black tiles of the Literary Department buildings were enveloped in the mountain fog, like a painting of a mountain. It crossed the Literary Department’s white jade pendant shop at the foot of the foot of the mountain and passed through the deep path. Young flowers fell to the ground on both sides, forming a flower canal-like scene on the limestone road.
In a straw hut hidden in a few banana trees, green smoke from the carbon stove curled up.
At the gate of the straw hut.
A yellow pear wood chessboard was intertwined with a few black and white chess pieces on the board.
Two old Confucian-robed figures sat opposite each other and were chatting.
Suddenly, an invisible wave of air swept over, shaking the few chess pieces on the chessboard until they involuntarily jumped and shifted slightly.
The two old men who were placing their pieces immediately stopped the urge to place their pieces.
The two of them raised their heads. Through the foot of the mountain, their deep eyes seemed to see the heroic old man standing above the city gate, tearing open the city protection array that was difficult to close.
He repelled 3,000 soldiers in one step, showing his domineeringness and boldness!
In a daze, the two of them seemed to have seen the moment when the old man was young and raised his sword to fight Emperor Yuan Meng in high spirits.
They looked at the flames that seemed to be boiling and burning in the perception of the two Primordial Spirits. A long sigh came from the two of them.
It was the Nirvana Fire.
Once it was activated, it meant that the countdown to the end of one’s life was about to begin.
Even if a ninth realm expert’s lifespan was about to end, he could still rely on his powerful mental power and physique to lock the vitality in his body. Even if rotten gangrene came biting from all directions, he could still stubbornly live for a few years in the mortal world.
However, if he completely let go of this suppressed mental power and the essence of his body and used a powerful force to eliminate the decay that was like gangrene attached to his bones, his essence, qi, and spirit would return to their peak and reach an extremely majestic level.
However, the decay that could be erased did not really disappear. The power obtained before death was ultimately fleeting.
The process of erasing the decaying gangrene would produce the Nirvana Fire.
“Nirvana… is hope.”
“The ninth-realm Nirvana Fire is both hope and despair.”
First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi held a white chess piece and sighed.
Third Headmaster Wang Banshan looked at the chessboard and was extremely stunned. His relationship with Zhao Huangting was even better. The two of them had been close since they were young. They had been peerless and had been arrogant in the capital and Lin’an.
But in the end, he could not defeat the power of time.
“Aren’t you going to take a look?”
The First Headmaster looked at the Third Headmaster.
“I’m not going. I’m too ashamed.”
The Third Headmaster grabbed a handful of black chess pieces and scattered them on the chessboard. He used one finger to move the chess pieces away.
“When Pang Ji returns, I plan to resign as the Third Headmaster of the Literary Department.” Wang Banshan said.
“What happened today is quite ridiculous. If I wasn’t the Headmaster and had to stand with the Literary Department, I would definitely have taken action. However, I didn’t take action because of my identity. My heart has fallen into the dust.”
“Moreover, I’ve been clamoring to change the Literary Department, but I know that it’s difficult to change anything in Great Zhao.”
The old man stood up with his hands behind his back and stood at the door, looking at a banana tree outside the thatched cottage.
Exhaustion flashed across his eyes. “Great Zhao and the Literary Department are almost tied together. The Literary Department is like a place to send talents to Great Zhao. However, Great Zhao’s court, the huge Lin’an, is a big dye vat.
When nurtured talents enter, it becomes tainted.”
“They might still have some interest in learning, but they’ve already lost the most essential temperament of a scholar.”
“All these years, as the Headmaster of the Literary Department, I might have been infected and become less pure.”
“Therefore, the sword qi left behind by the Sacred Teacher has reappeared in the mortal world. This mortal world might have to undergo some changes that don’t follow the convention. I plan to go out and take a look.”
“Zhao Huangting ignited the Nirvana Fire without hesitation. That carefree attitude made me a little envious and enlightened.”
Third Headmaster Wang Banshan said with a smile. His voice was a little carefree.
“That’s right. The Literary Department is no longer the same as before.”
First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi muttered. Then, he stood up and walked to Wang Banshan’s side. The two elders looked at the banana leaves in the courtyard together. They could see the sky above the banana leaves, reflecting the sunset scenery that was burning with the Nirvana Fire. It was like a setting sun trying its best to leave the most beautiful side of the human world.
“At the peak southwest of the sunset, the rays of the sun spread across a thousand miles.”
The First Headmaster recited softly.
The Third Headmaster stroked his beard and smiled.
“It’s pretty.”
In the sky above Lin’an Prefecture, the sunset traveled a thousand miles.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it was naturally clear and there were no phenomena.
However, in the eyes of the cultivators who had formed their Primordial Spirits, there seemed to be a ball of flames burning in the sky. The light that burned reflected reflected the multicolored light that filled the sky!
The flames burned from every inch of the bold old man’s skin and flesh.
The old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple’s plain clothes fluttered. At this moment, he was heroic qi soared, and the aura on his body kept rising, suppressing too many people. Even Li You’an’s incomparably dazzling starlight sword that crossed the sky of Lin’an Prefecture paled in comparison.
The old man’s back was straight like a green bamboo that was slashing at the sky. His plain clothes fluttered as he looked down at the world and laughed and cursed..
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