Chapter 117 To Meditate and to Restrain Oneself from Wishful Thinking (2/2)

”Human nature indeed, however, I'm beyond just any human, and I want to achieve deeds beyond normalcy. It would seem that human nature does not apply to me.” The Empress stared hard at Shen Lian.

Shen Lian's gaze cleared up, it was as though a green flame was lighted up in each of his eyes.

The pea-sized flame shone without a break.

Despite that the Empress' gaze was similar to that of snow and gust, it could not extinguish this flame.

According to the legends and mythology, when the sky was black and the earth was yellow, the universe was a vast and dark whole, it was said that there were three flames that shone through the past and the future, and they transcended time and space.

One at the Tai Shang Daoist Master's Bajing Palace;

Another at the Yuanshi Tianzun's Yuxu Palace;

There was also one at the Vulture Peak, where the ancient Dipamkara Buddha dwelled.

The light was a physical item, but it was also nothingness.

The Great Adept could light up a flame not only for himself but to show the path to others too.

This thought was the reason why there was an endless stream of cultivators in this world.

Shen Lian's act of sharing his understanding of Dao to his fellow Qing Xuan disciples without bias was in accordance with this thought.

Of course, his flame was not as bright as those three other flames. However, it still managed to bring some light into the long and dark path of cultivation.

The coldness in the Empress' gaze was melted, and the heavenly wind blew in, caressing the ends of her hair. Despite being of considerable age, her skin was still like that of ice and snow, as though she was still a young lady.

””The plum blossoms thrive in the wintery forest, not mingling with the plums and peaches to be reduced to secular.” Shen Lian, I know you are good at writing poems, can you leave a poem here today?” She sighed and said.

She did not come to look for trouble with Shen Lian. All she wanted to meet this person. Her true enemy was still hiding her trump card and was ready to fight her to death.

The fight on the great Way was never-ending.

Shen Lian was not on such terms with her yet.

”Why not,” Shen Lian replied.

Shen Lian was not particularly poetic, but all literature was made in heaven and fell into the hands of those who happened to chance upon it. He did not know how to write, but he knew how to plagiarise.

”Not knowing the whereabouts of Xiangji Temple, so I went up several miles among the cloudy peaks.

All passages were blocked by gigantic ancient trees, whence did the bell chime come in the deep mountain.

The springs sounded choked by the tall boulders, the setting sun cooled off the dark forest of pines.

In the early evening, the bend of the clear water pool, seemed to be a place to meditate and to restrain oneself from wishful thinking.”

The poem, ”Passing by Xiangji Temple” was engraved by Shen Lian with the strength of his finger onto the stone wall of the pagoda. Both the penmanship and the poem were remarkable.

Even the Empress could not find fault with it. Shen Lian and Ruoxi descended from the pagoda.

The Empress did not stay the pagoda to appreciate the poem. What was to come will come.

She was waiting for it.