Wang Lin didn't know if his words would have any effect. Even he himself was at a loss. After a long time, Wang Lin picked up the medicinal pill on the ground. After a moment of silence, he placed it in his robe, sighed, and turned to leave.
He walked alone in the world of Suzaku. He didn't stick to one mountain or one land, but traversed countless mountains and rivers. He brought his understanding of the Heavens and Earth with him, and his thoughts, to one country after another.
Year after year, Wang Lin swallowed the medicinal pill. This pill gave him endless energy, giving Wang Lin even more strength to fulfill his wish, to travel around the various countries.
Along the way, he rested against the mountains, and rested when he came across a river. He saw countless unfamiliar faces. Some were kind, some were fierce, some were confused, and some were stubborn.
He met bandits and bandits. But every time he met them, he just stood there, and everyone could feel the majestic aura coming from him.
He, Wang Lin, could even scare away immortals with a single word, let alone ordinary people.
As he walked, Wang Lin's countenance grew older, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter. They contained his endless wisdom and comprehension, causing his entire person to be reborn, and to rise to a higher level.
He went to too many cities, and saw too many people. He even went to many capitals. In those capitals, in front of all the officials and nobles, Wang Lin's temperament, Wang Lin's words, slowly earned him the respect of everyone.
He even saw many emperors in the mortal world who enjoyed supreme status. In his eyes, all these people were the same.
There was no difference.
It wasn't that no one wanted to kill him, but everyone who had such thoughts ended up with an indescribable feeling of reverence when they faced Wang Lin.
In the Kingdom of Wu, the imperial palace was surrounded by tens of thousands of Imperial Guards. All it would take was a single command from Emperor Wu, and they would all rush out. He wanted to keep Wang Lin here, and make Wang Lin the grand Confucian of the Kingdom of Wu.
In the end, Wang Lin smiled and shook his head, then turned and left. Thunder rolled in the sky, and the clouds flashed. Not a single one of the tens of thousands of Imperial Guards dared to block his way, and they all clasped hands and bowed.
In the Kingdom of Sun, Emperor Wu and countless officials escorted Wang Lin five hundred kilometers away.
In the Kingdom of Tiangou, there were countless evildoers, but in the end, when Wang Lin left, he converted tens of thousands of them.
As he walked, the name "Grand Scholar Wang Lin" set off a storm on planet Suzaku. It became more and more intense and was remembered by countless people.
On his way, Wang Lin saw countless mountains, and as he stood on them, he looked up at the Heaven and Earth, feeling the vastness.
He also encountered Immortals, as well as many strange and familiar figures.
There were many cultivation countries on Suzaku, as well as many sects. Most of these sects were built on the mountain peaks, or in areas of Shimizu beauty. Of course, there were also some that were built on barren mountains and unruly rivers.
Every time he climbed a mountain or went to a place, if he had a feeling, Wang Lin wouldn't deliberately look for it. He only needed to rely on his comprehension of the heavens and earth to enter each of the sects on the mountain.
Although the strength of the protective spell formations varied, none of them could affect Wang Lin's footsteps. Whenever he stepped into one of them, he would be noticed by the cultivators of the various sects.
Even the Elders of the sects who had been in secluded meditation for countless years would be awoken from their meditation by the vast power of Heaven and Earth that emanated from Wang Lin.
Wang Lin calmly came and calmly left. He only looked at the mountains, admired the scenery, and comprehended the Heaven and Earth. In his eyes, everything else was the same.
Gradually, even in the cultivation world of the country of Zhao, the name of a mortal scholar, Wang Lin, began to spread.
Those cultivators knew that there was a mortal on planet Suzaku that was the grand scholar of this generation. Even cultivators would feel awe before him.
What they feared wasn't his power, but his thoughts!
"Whether it is cultivators or mortals, they are all living beings …" Wang Lin's words would be left behind wherever he went.
Many cultivators had long conversations with him and were enlightened by him. They gained enlightenment of the Heaven and Earth and had hope of reaching the Soul Formation Stage.
Even those who had reached the Soul Formation Stage would feel their minds tremble during the long conversations.
One year, one year, time passed. In the blink of an eye, 12 years went by.
During these 12 years, Wang Lin had been to many places. His name had unknowingly spread to many places he hadn't been to before.
12 years ago, he left the country of Zhao by himself. 12 years later, he was still walking on Suzaku by himself.
On this day, when snow was falling, Wang Lin arrived at a country he didn't know the name of. This country was very big, about three times the size of the country of Zhao.
Wang Lin had been to this city in his dreams before. Standing outside the city gate, under the falling snow, Wang Lin's old face revealed a hint of melancholy.
He tightened his leather jacket and walked into the city.
Stepping on the snow on the ground, Wang Lin walked into a street in the city. This street was very quiet and there weren't many people walking. Although there were shops on both sides of the street, there were very few people inside.
Looking at this familiar place, the scene from his dream became even more real. It was as if it was overlapping with his eyes, causing Wang Lin to be in a trance as he silently walked forward.
"Clang, clang … clang …" The sound of iron being struck came from the distance. Wang Lin looked over with his old eyes and saw a blacksmith shop not far away.
Inside the shop, a middle-aged man with a bare upper body was hammering with a hammer.
Although it was snowing outside, the man didn't feel cold at all. He continued to spin the hammer, creating clanging sounds.
Beside the man, there was a small stool with a boy around seven or eight years old sitting on it. He wore a thick cotton jacket and his face was red as he looked at the man excitedly.
"Daniu …" Wang Lin's vision became blurry and he gently shook his head. This child wasn't the Daniu from his dream.
"Old man, you've been standing outside for a long time. Come in and warm yourself up."
The man put down the hammer in his hand and wiped the sweat off his face. He looked at Wang Lin outside the shop and revealed a simple and honest smile.
Wang Lin was startled, but his face also revealed a smile. He nodded and walked into the blacksmith shop. A gust of hot air hit his face and melted a lot of the snow on his body.
"Xiu Niang, bring some warm wine."
The man put on a jacket. Seeing that Wang Lin was old, he helped him sit down and also sat to the side.
"Old man, you're not a local, right?" The man smiled.
"I've been here before," Wang Lin said in a hoarse voice as he looked at the furnishings in the shop.
The boy around seven or eight years old was sitting not far away, looking curiously at Wang Lin. When he heard his mother's voice, he got up and ran over. Not long after, he appeared with a middle-aged woman holding a jug of wine. The woman had a virtuous expression and poured a cup of wine for Wang Lin. Her eyes revealed a look of pity.
"Old man, the weather is cold. Drink a cup of wine to warm yourself up. Are you here to find relatives?"
Wang Lin smiled and didn't say anything. He picked up the wine cup, took a sip, and drank it in one gulp.
"Old man, my Zeng family's wine is not bad, right? Haha, my grandfather's generation was not a blacksmith, but a wine seller. Later, when it came to me, I opened a blacksmith shop.
The burly man picked up his wine cup and took a sip before he laughed.
The fire in the shop was very strong, forming a dazzling contrast with the falling snow outside. It even blew the cold air out of the snow.
Wang Lin sat there, drinking the Zeng family's wine. He couldn't tell if it was a dream or not.
After a long time, when the snow was a little lighter, Wang Lin got up and said his goodbyes. The man pitied Wang Lin's age and gave him a jug of wine to warm himself up.
As he walked, the sky gradually darkened. However, in the snow, the ground was very bright, and he could see very far into the distance. As he walked, the candlelight in the smithy behind him supported his figure under the moonlight, and he went further and further away.
After a short pause, Wang Lin seemed to understand something. He continued to walk on Suzaku, passing through many unfamiliar places. On the fifteenth year since he left the State of Zhao, Wang Lin was already in his early seventies.
His spine was even more curved, and his body gave off the color of dusk. However, his eyes were as bright as the sun, making it difficult for others to look at him. His eyes contained karma, life and death, true and false … Even his master, Su Dao, didn't have this kind of temperament.
On the fifteenth summer, in a strange country, Wang Lin stood in a pavilion on the side of the official road. He looked out at the rain, and he could vaguely see the sea far away.
The sea was very big, and it separated two continents.
On the other side of the sea, there were many countries. That was the last place Wang Lin wanted to go. There was a woman he loved in his other life, and he wanted to see her.
The rain fell in a continuous line, causing the sky and earth to be a blur. Only the rough outline could be seen. Wang Lin stood there, looking at the rain and listening to the sound. Then he slowly closed his eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, a woman walked over from the distance in the rain. She seemed to be giving off an endless chill, and as she arrived, the rain around her turned into ice crystals and fell to the ground with cracking sounds.
She was holding a baby in her arms. The baby was wrapped in a thick quilt, and no rain fell on it. It was sleeping soundly.
The woman stopped in front of the pavilion. She was middle-aged, but her face was still beautiful. However, the coldness around her made her look like a demon.
"You are the great scholar, Wang Lin!"
Wang Lin opened his eyes, calmly looked at the woman, and nodded.
One of them was inside the pavilion, and there was no rain.
The other was outside the pavilion, and there was also no rain. The rain had turned into ice, and the sky behind the woman was completely covered in ice.
"I'm from Xue Yu, and I want to ask you something." The woman's voice was the same as her words; it came from Xue Yu.