"Three thunder tribulations have occurred, are you sure you don't want to help?"
At the empty entrance of the Taoist Palace's Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, in the open space strewn with countless fallen leaves that seemed like they could never be swept away, next to the old man sweeping the floor alone, another old man appeared at some unknown moment.
The old man was wearing a blue robe. On the robe, there was a faint trace of some kind of starlight Dao rhyme flowing. The aura exuded on it seemed to be unable to be suppressed even by this side of the world, but that aura seemed to be suppressed by Isolated within these few feet, the outside world cannot interfere at all.
Including the old man sweeping the floor.
This old man of unknown origin has an extremely strange face, kind-hearted eyes, white hair and a boyish face, and a trustworthy blue and white beard. Although he is old, his eyes are not muddy at all due to the passage of time. On the contrary, It is a light shining with majestic vitality.
Full of starlight, motionless and spontaneous, he is exactly the starlight old man who appeared in the Dao Palace Soul Heaven Tower.
It is also in sharp contrast to the twilight old man who seems to only know how to sweep the floor.
Facing Old Starlight's question, the old man sweeping the floor turned a deaf ear and continued to sweep countless fallen leaves into piles on the marble-paved floor.
I don't know how long it took, but the sky suddenly fell into silence for a moment, but anyone who has experienced a catastrophe knows that it is just the last few breaths of peace before the storm comes.
This also indicates that in the star tower, the young man who is going through the calamity is almost finished brewing his third thunder.
At this time, the old man sweeping the floor straightened his body slightly. Although this was just an inconspicuous movement, maybe it was just that the old man sweeping the floor had maintained one movement for too long and wanted to change his posture, but it also meant that the old man sweeping the floor had maintained this posture for a long, long time... ...It seems like it has been one year, three years, or ten years, so when this subtle change occurs, it will be so prominent and there will be a sense of dissonance.
After a while, the old man sweeping the floor finally spoke, but he did not turn around, but still turned his back to the old man Starlight, looking down at the broom in his hand that had been accompanying him for a long time.
A sense of lateness and death filled the place: "The fallen leaves are swept day by day, year after year, and they remain the same, falling to the ground..."
Old Man Xingguang didn't care much about the rude behavior of the person in front of him. He just stroked his blue and white beard and said with a smile: "Indeed, nothing can be forced."
Then those shrewd eyes, unlike those of an old man, raised their gaze slightly, looking towards the sky, looking at the third thunder disaster that was already threatening to destroy, without comment.
But looking at the invisible barrier that enveloped the entire Taoist Palace Sutra Pavilion Island, that kind of power that seemed to be integrated with the power of heaven and earth made Old Man Xingguang look at it carefully and said: "Although the dead leaves are scattered, the process But it is not a useless effort, at least the sweeper already has a clear heart in his heart."
After hearing this, the old man sweeping the floor turned his old body slightly to one side and looked at the old man Xingguang next to him with his peripheral vision. After a while, he said: "Xiao Yuanzi, your method is correct."
Old man Xingguang, known as "Little Yuanzi", heard this...
He sighed softly, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he said slowly, "It's not right. Finding that person in the slowest way is also wrong... We don't have much time."
In the words at this time, there was the tone of the elderly man, and there was also a bit of regret.
It seems that what you are doing is not satisfactory enough?
When he saw the back of the old man Xingguang disappearing in the white mist, the old man sweeping the floor suddenly said: "You make the first move, and I take the second move. Then... who will end it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the thunder sounded like the sky and the earth were about to collapse. If it weren't for his method of isolating the world, it would probably have resounded throughout the Lingtian Dao Palace. 1
Three heavenly tribulations are too much for a child who is just over ten years old, let alone a child who has just entered the path.
But looking at the old man Xingguang who didn't look back, his figure gradually disappeared, and in the end only the remaining voice echoed here: "Let nature take its course."
The old man sweeping the floor was stunned. His face looked as if it had been scratched by countless years. He smiled bitterly, as if he knew something. He showed a helpless expression, and then said: "I am getting old after all..."
Then, he actually stopped sweeping the floor year after year and began to look into the nine-story star tower. In fact, except for Old Man Xingguang, even he didn't know what was going on inside.
Because the nine-story Star Tower and the Dao Palace Sutra Pavilion in front of us belong to "Little Yuanzi".
If you look carefully, you can feel that the invisible barrier that covers the entire hanging island, like another will of heaven and earth, is emanating from the old man sweeping the floor in front of you. The seemingly ordinary old man in front of you is actually... On this hanging island, after the invisible barrier appeared, what appeared out of thin air was different from the will of the world outside, and it was also his will.
...
The thunder sounded like thousands of birds neighing, and like the long dragon breaking through the sky, it came in an instant. At this moment, the nine-story star tower seemed like nothing between Li Wudi and Tianjie.
Li Wudi still looked up, raising his wooden sword hand with the tip of the sword pointed in the air.
Before the thunder fell, the meaning of the Great Dao caused the wooden sword in Li Wudi's hand to break through the ordinary level and reach the earth level!
If you look closely, you can see that the wooden sword, which was originally made of wood, is actually shining with silver light at this moment.
Just before the thunder disaster came, a mysterious Taoist intention suddenly emerged from Li Wudi's body. The inexplicable Taoist intention radiated from the center of Li Wudi's eyebrows, then extended to his arms and fingertips, and finally wrapped around the silver light. A radiating wooden sword.
When the inexplicable Taoist intention appeared, it was visible to the naked eye that the destructive intention emitted by the thunder of the day was weakened somewhat when it was added to Li Wudi.
This is... Dao Ling!
A full hundred years of Taoism!
Back then, in the second level of the "Three Thousand Worlds" in the Dao Palace Soul Heavenly Tower, Li Wudi gained the Taoist qualification for exploring the higher and more rational avenue!
He originally thought that the second level of the Palace Soul Sky Tower was to test the soul power of the tester, but in fact this was only one of them. The deeper level was to understand more worlds and participate in the three thousand worlds. Understand the Tao of different worlds, so as to improve the Taoist age, Taoist heart, and Taoist foundation.
As for Li Wudi, due to problems with his vision, soul power, and realm at that time, after he saw through the first world, the "One Leaf World", he only saw signs of the second world, which meant that his soul dissipated. However, this does not mean that Li Wudi's understanding at that time was weak. On the contrary, it was that he was uniquely blessed. God rewarded him with this bowl of rice, and he had discovered the truth of the world.
In that "One Leaf World", even though it was the first world, Li Wudi already had the power of his own avenue in that world. In other words, he had the power of his own laws.
Being able to possess the power of one's own laws is the embodiment of a monk in the Immortal Stage.
In other words, in that leaf world, as long as Li Wudi is there, it is Sendai!
Dao Ling does not refer to the length of time a monk has practiced, but to the power of the Tao that one has comprehended and the supreme truth, which is a mysterious Tao produced in the depths of the sea of consciousness.
In that leaf world, Li Wudi realized the Tao at that moment and already had his own road, a step to the Immortal Platform, and from this he would have a hundred years of Taoism.
Daoling is also equivalent to a means for monks to resist natural disasters.
Under the power of that century-old Taoist priest, Li Wudi was able to resist the third thunder tribulation.
The thunder struck the wooden sword, perhaps because the third thunder calamity was too fierce. There were no scrolls anywhere five hundred miles away from Li Wudi, and it was completely empty, while the originally flickering scroll on the ground was The faint blue light was suddenly eclipsed.
The meaning of the sword, the meaning of the avenue, the catastrophe, and the way of thunder were all rushing around Li Wudi's body. It was as if Li Wudi's body was now a pot of "hodgepodge" that was constantly stirring.
Each of those four Taoist intentions is a journey that a monk has to study hard for his whole life, but now, it is full of Li Wudi's body.
The soul world belongs to Li Wudi's soul. The phantom is also struggling to persist, and in the belly of the phantom, through the illusory soul, a pearl exuding a yellow-purple halo can be seen. .
It was the soul-fixing bead obtained from Devil Valley and Tianling Pond before. The soul-fixing bead quickly rotated, and the majestic soul power emerged like a spring. Moreover, the soul-fixing bead also brought about the entire soul world of Li Wudi. Gray fog.
Outside the gray mist, the domineering and destructive Heavenly Tribulation spurred the place one after another, trying to break in.
But with the Soul-fixing Pearl in charge, a confrontation situation formed for a while.
As for the body, Li Wudi's shoulder blades, the hand holding the wooden sword, and even his skull were melted by the bones eroded by the thunder.
The supply of water pattern power seems insignificant at this moment, because the speed of healing is far inferior to that of the destructive and domineering power of heavenly tribulation, and even with the repair of the water pattern power, he has added new wounds to old wounds. The injuries were repeated over and over again, and the torture was no less than what he encountered in the Qingling Cave and the cellar.
His teeth were broken, his mouth was full of blood, and his legs were shaking. Finally, with a plop, he could no longer hold on and fell to his knees...
Blood flowed all over the body like coke, and the blood at the back evaporated...he was sweating profusely, and then there was no water to flow out. Only the blood in the small pool on the ground could tell how much blood the young man had lost. .
The hand holding the sword was also completely destroyed, and it hung down powerlessly. The silver light shone. The wooden sword that stepped onto the ground floor was different from the miserable young man at the moment. The whole body was emitting silver light, as if it was taking this opportunity. , to truly step into the level of the Immortal Weapon, the Heavenly Level, in one fell swoop!
In his mind, the ethereal voice of the Little Golden Man echoed countless times, but this time, Li Wudi never felt conscious again because of the Little Golden Man's voice.
Because his condition was so bad, his consciousness was blurred, and the buzzing in his ears occupied his whole body. The thin body that could not fall was his last tenacious willpower.
At this moment, a bell rang...
The place where it came from was inside the white jade plate. The white jade plate was not affected by the power of the tribulation and had been suspended beside Li Wudi.
A ball of blue halo was sent out by a force from the white jade sign.
Wrapped in the blue halo are small stones, spirit stones!
clang!
As if it came from far away, the bell of the last era rang again. The nine spirit stones of different sizes formed a circle around Li Wudi, and the pure soul power emitted, surrounding him like an illusion. Big cocoon.
At the same time, the white jade token trembled, the power of pulling was emitted, and a purple rainbow came, and finally landed steadily on the top of the head.
The scroll of the Sword Sutra was spread out, and the shining purple inscriptions were like floating characters, and then they poured on him like an enlightenment.
As if there was an expert guiding him behind him, the white jade plate appeared like a ghost on the chest of Li Wudi's dying body, protecting his heart. Neither the heavenly catastrophe, the great avenue, nor the destructive thunderbolt could come even close.
The miserable young man remained kneeling on his knees, breathing slowly and long.
The six-story star tower finally calmed down, and time... was like a grinding millstone, not stopped by anything, and still passed slowly.
Everything flows and time never stops.
