Chapter 1835 Evergreen

"What's the matter?" The black-bearded man noticed something strange and followed Lu Wenbin's line of sight, but he didn't find anything strange, so he asked curiously.

"There seems to be something wrong there!" Lu Wenbin said with a slight frown.

The black-bearded man looked carefully again, and found that it was just an ordinary forest with dense weeds, with a puzzled look on his face.

The spiritual energy around Lu Wenbin spread out, turning into several cyclones to support his figure, and the whole person flew into the sky like a big bird, and flew straight to the place he was observing.

The black-bearded man was puzzled, but he still rode the wind and followed Lu Wenbin.

After a while, the two landed in the weeds in the forest one after the other.

Lu Wenbin looked left and right, his eyes suddenly fixed on a certain place, and he stepped forward in three steps at a time.

The waist-high weeds were parted, revealing Ye Tian lying on the ground.

He closed his eyes, as if he was just sleeping peacefully, but the heavy rain around him kept pouring down, which made Lu Wenbin and the black-bearded man who saw him know that things must not be that simple.

"He's dead," the black-bearded man looked at Ye Tian, ​​shook his head slightly, and made a judgment.

"The time of death should not have been long, and there seems to be no trauma. Maybe he died of illness and was thrown here." Lu Wenbin nodded.

In the eyes of the two, Ye Tian had no breath at this time, and his vitality was cut off, let alone just a mortal. In this situation, there is no other possibility except death.

Lu Wenbin looked at Ye Tian for a while, then turned his eyes away, and focused on the flourishing flowers and trees around him.

It was just an accident to find Ye Tian here, what made Lu Wenbin curious was actually the surrounding flowers and trees.

Taking a casual glance on the boat just now, Lu Wenbin saw that the flowers, plants and trees here seem to have a lot of spirit.

In Lu Wenbin's eyes, this kind of feeling should only be possessed by some extremely rare treasures of heaven and earth.

But now when I came to observe, I found that the flowers and trees in this area seemed to be slightly more prosperous than others, other than that, there was nothing special about it.

They are all very common mundane plants.

What's more, upon closer inspection, the aura of heaven and earth in this place is extremely thin, and it can even be said to be barren, and it is almost impossible to breed treasures of heaven and earth that contain aura.

All these situations made Lu Wenbin make a judgment in his heart.

The glance just now might just be an illusion.

"It should be that the holy church I'm about to go to puts too much pressure on my heart..." Such a thought flashed through Lu Wenbin's mind, and he sighed slightly.

"Go back," Lu Wenbin greeted, and flew back to the boat on the river.

The black-bearded man followed closely behind.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Ye Tian's vigilant consciousness relaxed a little.

These two men should be the first humans approached by Ye Tian since he came here, and they are also two monks.

The cultivation base of these two people is not high, around the late stage of Qi training and the early stage of foundation establishment, but for Ye Tian, ​​who has not awakened his soul before, they are still completely impossible to match.

But Ye Tian is now a real mortal, even a strong man in the real immortal stage, he can't find his sleeping soul and weak consciousness.

If there are no accidents, it is considered safe.

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The heavy rain that was still going on soon completely covered up the traces that Lu Wenbin and the black-bearded man had been there.

The raindrops hit Ye Tian's sleeping body, and the rain raged on his pale cheeks that were solidified like a sculpture, and finally all flowed down the river, quietly returning to the earth.

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The continuous heavy rain lasted for more than a month before it began to gradually stop.

With one rain after another, the weather gradually became cooler, and autumn came with a breezy breeze.

The surrounding flowers, plants and trees gradually began to turn yellow, and the fallen leaves fluttered, completely burying the leaves on the ground.

But the weeds within nine feet around Ye Tianshen were still green for a long time, and it seemed that they hadn't sensed the changes of the outside seasonal weather at all.

Occasionally, boats on the river and pedestrians on the official road on the other side notice the strangeness here from a distance, but people just regard it as a small accident during the journey, and no one is curious to get to the bottom of it.

During the long period of time, there were of course some monks who passed by, but apart from Lu Wenbin back then, no one saw the weirdness in it, and naturally they would not devote extra energy to it.

After autumn comes winter.

In the heavy snow after another, except for the upright trees, the weeds and Ye Tian in between were all tightly covered, and there was no trace of them anymore.

The place where Ye Tian slept was forgotten by the whole world.

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From winter to spring, the snow melts and the ice leaves, and the weeds here turn green very quickly.

Strictly speaking, in the past autumn and winter, the weeds in this area did not turn yellow at all, but kept green and alive.

Just like the clothes on Ye Tian's body, even if Ye Tian didn't deliberately change anything before, even if Ye Tian lost all his cultivation base and became a mortal now, his spirit is still there, the clothes on his body, the surrounding flowers and trees, As long as time goes by, you will still be influenced and nourished by it unconsciously and silently.

Become no longer mundane.

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Day after day, year after year.

Under the influence of Ye Tian, ​​the range of evergreen flowers and trees became larger and larger.

The first year is three feet, the second year is six feet, and the third year is nine feet.

Spread out at a fixed distance of three feet per year.

Ten years later, there is already a radius of thirty feet, where the flowers and plants are evergreen, and the trees are evergreen.

Even if viewed from a distance on the other side of the river, this place has become extremely obvious.

No matter in the late autumn when everything is dying, or the cold winter covered with ice and snow, the plants in this area are full of vitality and majestic.

More and more passers-by, even monks, have come here to investigate out of curiosity, but none of them can reach Lu Wenbin's vision, and they have not found anything unusual, so they can only be classified as unknown.

Not to mention that in the second year, because of the relationship between fallen leaves and floating dust, Ye Tian's sleeping body was already buried below, without seeing the sun.

Then, as the years passed, Ye Tian was buried deeper and deeper, and disappeared completely.

Now even if someone is standing where Ye Tian is sleeping, they can't see him at all.

Gradually, starting with the group of boatmen and coachmen who often passed by, they gave this place a name called Evergreen Beach, and it slowly spread.

Another twenty years have passed, when Ye Tian has been sleeping here for a full thirty years, with the place where he slept as the center, the range of never-drying weeds has reached a full range of one hundred feet.

The real riverbanks join together.

Beside the official road on the opposite bank, at some point, a stone tablet with a height of Zhang was erected, engraved with three Chinese characters: Evergreen Beach.

Along the two sides of the official road near the stele, some restaurants, tea stalls, and even small temporary piers were erected here and there.

Whether it's pedestrians on the official road or boats passing by the river, when the schedule is not so intense, people are used to resting here for a while, watching this breathtaking scene in their eyes.

Especially in the seasons of late autumn and cold winter, everything withers and falls into silence, but on the opposite side of the evergreen beach, there are luxuriant flowers and trees, and they are not afraid of the cold and snow, standing proudly, which makes people sigh.

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The dead are like this, day and night.

In the vicissitudes and changes of the reincarnation of heaven and earth, a hundred years is also wasted.

Zhan Yongfu, who had been busy for a whole day, finally watched the last batch of goods placed on the ship and left the dock.

He sat down on the pier, took out the tobacco pot, filled it with shredded tobacco, lit it with a torch, took a deep breath, and let out a long breath.

Accompanied by the rising green smoke, Zhan Yongfu's old eyes looked around the Ningkang River flowing past. As the sky got darker, the lights lit up one after another, reflected in the river water, and accompanied by the ups and downs of the water. sparkle.

"Teng Teng Teng," someone came running and stepped on the overhead wooden plank road, making a crisp sound.

"Grandpa, it's time for dinner," said a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with dark skin and bright eyes who stopped behind Zhan Yongfu.

"Come on," Zhan Yongfu replied, putting his dry lips on the brown cigarette holder, and exhaled puffs of smoke in a puffing sound.

The young man waited quietly, his eyes fell on the Ningkang River which was gradually shrouded in the night.

"There's a weird ship!?" Suddenly, the boy's eyes lit up, pointing to the upper reaches and shouting in surprise.

"What strange ship?" Zhan Yongfu looked in the direction the boy was pointing at, but he didn't see anything, so he muttered.

"It's a big boat!" The boy stared into the distance, his eyes filled with amazement: "It runs so fast! I've never seen such a fast boat before!"

"There are so many things you haven't seen before," Zhan Yongfu said casually, but the expression on his face has become serious.

The young man's eyesight is one of the best in this evergreen city built along the Ningkang River, and has been recognized by everyone.

Therefore, Zhan Yongfu knew that his grandson should not be talking nonsense.

Sure enough, soon, Zhan Yongfu saw a huge ship in the upper reaches of the Ningkang River, cutting the wind and waves at a speed that would be unimaginable for an old boatman like him who has lived on the water all his life. come!

The sails above the ship were fully bulged, and this was what surprised Zhan Yongfu.

Today's Ningkang River is full of moon and stars, the wind is calm, and the wind is extremely weak. How could it make the sails bulge to such an extent? !

As the ship approached very quickly, it was gradually clear that there were three floors above the ship's deck, with carved beams and painted buildings, extremely exquisite and prosperous, brightly lit, noisy and lively, and someone's voice could be heard from afar.

Looking at this unreasonable ship, Zhan Yongfu also felt surprised.

After the first boat came to the river where the pier was located, the sail above it, which had been bulged to the limit, suddenly flipped extremely strangely, and bulged backwards.

It was as if a completely opposite gust of wind had suddenly blown again!

As a result, the speed of the big ship decreased extremely quickly.

Then, he turned around again and approached the pier here.

Seeing these strange scenes one after another, Zhan Yongfu remained motionless in place, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"This boat is really powerful!" The boy behind him widened his eyes and gasped in admiration.

"Could it be...?" Zhan Yongfu whispered softly, as if trying to remember something.

"Grandpa, have you ever seen such a powerful ship?" The young man not only has strong eyesight, but also has extremely sensitive ears, and he heard Zhan Yongfu talking to himself.

"I see. You often mentioned it. When you were my age, did you see the boat on which the immortals went to the church?!" The young man thought for a while, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes!" Speaking of this, Zhan Yongfu also showed a proud look on his face.

"That should have happened sixty years ago..." Zhan Yongfu said, looking at the brightly lit bustling boats lying across the river ahead.

"At that time, I was about the same age as you are now, and the boat was exactly the same as what we see now. It passed the Ningkang River as fast as a bird flying in the sky!"

"This first ship passes by every sixty years. My grandfather and my grandfather's grandfather have also seen it."

"It's just that they, including me when I was young, just saw this boat pass by in a hurry, stop like today, and get so close, it's the first time since there are legends!" Zhan Yongfu said a little excitedly.

During the conversation between the grandfather and the grandson, on the boat parked on the river, a figure suddenly flew up into the sky like a meteor rising from the sky, looking down from a high position, as if observing all living beings below.

The figure naturally stood in the air, and there was a kind of lofty aura transcending the world between his gestures and gestures. He looked at the world, as if everything was lightly trampled under his feet, and people just watched from a distance, and couldn't help but feel aroused. respect.

Zhan Yongfu looked up from a distance, his heart was surging, his expression was full of excitement, and he was speechless.

The boy next to him was full of longing in his eyes.

"I want to go to that church too!"

"I want to be a fairy too!"

The boy couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"You can become a fairy if you want to..." The old man said casually with a smile, and then he focused on the fairy in the air, forgetting the young man's rhetoric in an instant, and completely ignored it.

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The figure in the air is a middle-aged man, he looks quite old, with gray hair and a stooped back.

The vicissitudes of life carefully looked at the mortal cities and rivers below with thousands of lights.

There is also a lush forest and grassland on the other side of the river.

"It's been five hundred years, I didn't expect a large-scale human city to appear here!" the man said slowly to himself.

He also heard the conversation between the grandpa and grandson on the pier below, which made the middle-aged man narrow his eyes slightly, showing a deep emotion.

He seemed to see him who was also on this river five hundred years ago, on his way to the church for the first time.

At that time, he was young and proud, full of heroic vigor, and unsurpassed talent, full of endless expectations and fantasies about the temple and the path of practice.

Just like the mortal boy who said that he would also enter the sanctuary, and the young people in the boat below.

Then, his gaze turned to the other side of the river, and landed on the lush vegetation that seemed to be no different from the surrounding area.

It was Lu Wenbin, the only young monk who saw something strange in Ye Tian's sleeping place at that time.

The last time he saw the difference here, he stopped and took a closer look, and saw Ye Tian who was sleeping, but he didn't find anything special in the end, and finally mistook it for his hallucination, and then left .

Now that five hundred years have passed, Lu Wenbin passed by here again, still looking at it at a glance, and had exactly the same feeling as before, so he stopped to observe again.

However, just like five hundred years ago, flowers are neither flowers nor mist, and those spiritual feelings are like illusions. They seem to exist, but when you reach out and grab them, there is nothing.

After Lu Wenbin looked at half the salary, he shook his head in disappointment, landed, and returned to the boat below.

"Mr. Lu, what's the matter?"

There were several people waiting on the deck, watching Lu Wenbin's actions curiously, and seeing him coming back, they stepped forward to inquire.

"It's okay, I've been to this place before, and now I revisit the old place, it's just a bit of a sigh." Lu Wenbin smiled and said casually.

"Then shall we continue our journey?" One person asked for instructions.

Lu Wenbin paused, looked at the strange place on the bank of the river that made him delusional twice, and then at the quiet and peaceful mortal city on the other side of the river.

"There is plenty of time to go to the church, let's stop here for a day," Lu Wenbin said.

"Yes, sir." The man replied respectfully.

Lu Wenbin nodded slightly to them, and went straight back to his room.

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The ship carrying the saints of the Holy Temple would actually stop at Evergreen City.

Such news spread throughout Evergreen City after one night.

The city seethed.

People scrambled towards the Ningkang River, gathering on the bank of the river, just to have a glimpse from a distance.

From the early morning, there will be a lot of people, bustling and bustling, and it will continue.

At around 20:00, Ba Hongwen, the lord of Evergreen City, also came.

Ba Hongwen is also a monk, with a mid-stage Qi training.

For the entire huge world, this kind of cultivation is already extremely low.

But in this Evergreen City, he is already a fairy that everyone is looking at.

In the mid-stage of Qi training, it was enough to fly with the wind, but in order to show respect for the Holy Church, Ba Hongwen still chose to take a small boat, and under the watchful eyes of countless people from Evergreen City along the coast, he approached the big boat and boarded the boat. up.

On the side of the big ship, there is a sign.

It is a sign that all the world, young and old, men and women, who have wisdom and memory, recognize.

The logo looks like an opened book, on which are painted various abstract mountains, rivers, oceans and lakes.

Everyone knows that what is painted on that book is the whole world.

And this symbol represents the Holy Church.

The sanctuary does not belong to a certain city, a certain state, or a certain country.

It is a place of cultivation.

Undoubtedly, in the eyes of all cultivators, it is the most noble holy place that transcends everything.

The sanctuary is the highest honor and opportunity for all the immortals in the whole world.

Not to mention mortals.

And people know that the immortals in the temple will walk around the world every sixty years, looking for those who are talented enough, and bring them back to the temple to practice.

The ship is carrying the disciples who will enter the temple this time to practice.

There are also many people in Evergreen City who can't help but have fantasies in their hearts, hoping that they will also be valued by the immortals in the temple, so they can enter it to practice.

That would be an opportunity to really soar.

Of course, in the eyes of more people, the sanctuary is too far away from them, and entering it to practice is even more whimsical.

Just like that night when the boy said that he was going to enter the church, his grandfather Zhan Yongfu just ignored it.

Looking at it from a distance is enough. This is the attitude of most people on this matter.

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When the people of Evergreen City gathered along the banks of the Ningkang River and looked at the church ships eagerly, the young disciples on board were doing everything as usual, practicing practice, reading books, and occasionally chatting in twos and threes.

Those who have the qualifications to enter the temple, no matter where they are, are definitely the most dazzling sons of heaven. For these young people, battles like Evergreen City have long been accustomed.

These people are also familiar with countless scenes that are grander than this kind of scene.

On the uppermost floor of the cabin, in a certain room, Ba Hongwen, the lord of Evergreen City, had an extremely suppressed nervous expression on his face, carefully lowering his head, not daring to look directly at the middle-aged man opposite him.

In front of ordinary people in the outside world, Ba Hongwen is a lofty city lord, a fairy who is one in a million.

But he himself knew very well that no matter how small his identity and humble cultivation was, he was nothing more than tiny dust in front of that Mr. Temple in front of him.

The exquisite teapot is tipped over, and a trace of clear water spreads with a refreshing fragrance, falling into the pure white teacup.

"City Master Ba, please drink tea." Lu Wenbin pushed the tea cup forward to Ba Hongwen.

"Thank you sir!" Ba Hongwen nodded.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Ba Hongwen felt a sense of peace and comfort in his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as worthy of a holy hall, even this tea is something with a strong spirit.

"Changqing City has a history of more than 480 years since the monument was erected," Ba Hongwen said as he put down his teacup.

While speaking, Ba Hongwen pointed to a step built of bluestone on the far bank of the river. In the center of the step, there was a stone tablet about Zhang Xu high.

It was the stone tablet with the words Changqingtan engraved on it.

"Evergreen Beach is the original name of Evergreen City, and it is also the key point of this place."

"When the monument was erected, there was no city here..."

Ba Hongwen slowly told the story of this Evergreen City and the first Evergreen Beach for hundreds of years.

Originally, Ba Hongwen was not qualified to come here and meet Lu Wenbin.