Just in line with that sentence, everyone has his own destiny, and everyone has his own destiny.
Some people have good intentions and do bad things, and some have bad intentions and do good things. Causes and conditions converge, and everyone has his own path. Whether it is good or bad, it all depends on his own decision.
A heavy rain is just like the starting point, nourishing all living beings, but it cannot determine the end point.
"Mother fate plays tricks on people."
Qin Shou, the watchman, sighed with emotion and walked towards the academy in the center of Zhuxian Town. His steps were steady and fast, and his expression was dignified and solemn. He didn't look like a messenger reporting a message, but like a clerk reporting to his superior.
There are nine states in the world, Niu Hezhou in the west worships Buddhism, Shenzhou in the east and Xiangdao, Luzhou in the north is occupied by demons, and the law of the jungle has always been about eating the strong. But in Buzhou in the south, humanity is prosperous, and there are countless sages and saints.
Confucianism means sacrifice, and the person in charge is the right to offer sacrifices and enshrine gods.
When the weather clears up after the rain, the streets of Fulu Alley are paved with blue bricks and stone slabs, and the water droplets sink and float, giving it a sense of beauty, while the roads of Luoye Alley become increasingly muddy.
Intermittent noises came from Luoye Alley. The mud was not limited to the road. Some people could sit and watch the rain fall, while others needed to collect their clothes due to the rain. Others were thinking about starting work tomorrow and whether the muddy road would affect their schedule.
The same thing has different effects on different people.
The third row from the bottom of Luoye Lane is Chen Changsheng's yard. Today, there was a heavy rain of spiritual energy, which was scattered in the world. Each one relied on the opportunity, but he was worried about whether he would catch the cold due to the rain, so he did not step out of his house.
"If you get sick, you will die."
Chen Changsheng looked at the sound of rain outside the window and couldn't help but wonder. If he died, would he go to the legendary underworld, would he meet his grandma, father and mother.
If the family can be reunited, then death does not seem so terrible.
After standing in front of the threshold for a long time, time passed little by little. Chen Changsheng did not take that step after all, because he rang his name - Changsheng.
His parents gave him this name because they wanted him to live well. If he died now, how could he have the face to meet them in the Netherworld.
"Even though the rain from the sky is wide, it cannot moisten the grass without roots; even though the Dharma is wide, it cannot save those who have no destiny."
Lu Daoren, a Taoist priest who talks about Zen principles, looked towards the direction of Luoye Alley, shook his head slightly and said: "This kid is like a rootless duckweed. There is a gap at the bottom of the water bottle. Even if a blessing comes from heaven, it will still slip away. .”
"Haha, there is no blessing but there is misfortune. There will be many outsiders in the town next. Fellow Taoist, do you think he can get through this?"
Shen Gongbao looked calm and said: "I control disasters and disasters, who dares to say good or bad things."
"A great disaster must be accompanied by a great good fortune. All kinds of disasters are coming, but there is a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation."
"Escape from desperate situations? Yin De." Taoist Lu muttered: "Yin De is indeed a good method, but the Chen family in Zhuxian Town has long since declined. Wherever there is extra Yin De to protect it, it is said that the ancestors will bless it."
"Little did we know that our ancestors could not protect themselves even if the clay Bodhisattva crossed the river."
"Heaven has no relatives, and always belongs to good people." Shen Gongbao slowly raised his hand, using his fingers as a sword, and slashed towards the fallen leaf lane. In an instant, Zhuxian Town shook, and the heaven and earth trembled.
The atmosphere of the entire world suddenly changed.
"when!"
"when!"
"when!"
Three bells rang in succession, some from the academy, some from the temple, and some from the Taoist temple.
"That's good, that's good."
In Zhuxian Town, on Jizu Mountain, a monk named Kuduo put his hands together, sighed that all living beings are equal, and then went to knock his wooden fish.
As for Zhuxian Town, and even the entire Fengxian County, there was an old Taoist priest in the only family tree Taoist temple. Hearing the sound of the bell, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and fell asleep again.
In the academy in the center of the town, Mr. Wang, dressed in white, looked at the sky, shook his head, turned around and followed the students in the academy to explain the Chinese characters: "The word Wu, Zhi Ge, evolved from the word Wu. In ancient times, there was a great witch. , performing a war dance vigorously."
"Martial arts, dance, and witchcraft are inherited from the same line, evolving from ancient times to the present."
"The Taoist sect also has a reference, which is called Ta Gang Bu Dou."
Unlike Xu Laodao, a nameless Taoist priest, the places where the bells ring are holy places with genealogies. If you trace the source all the way, you can all be implicated in the saints of the three religions.
Taoist Lu's eyes suddenly changed, and he lowered his voice and said, "Fellow Taoist, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Just doing an experiment."
Shen Gongbao smiled indifferently, if Zhuxian Town really has the power of bad luck, no one is more qualified than Chen Changsheng to activate that potential power.
It is normal for a person with great luck to be born where the true dragon falls and the dragon's veins are located.
It was abnormal for Chen Changsheng to be in this unlucky state without any luck at all.
Then, he conveniently added a note to see what secrets Zhuxian Town hides.
Five thousand years ago, the golden-winged roc bird chased the real dragon, and the real dragon fled all the way south to Zhuxian Town. Why did the real dragon escape to Zhuxian Town?
Could it be that Red Bearded Dragon felt that Zhuxian Town had a power that could save his life and deal with the Golden-winged Dapeng who was born in Buddhism.
What force is most restrained by Buddhism? !
"The end of luck...or the end of law."
Shen Gongbao's eyes were deep, looking at the changes in Luoye Alley, looking at the prosperous disasters, the interdependence of blessings and misfortunes, and the end of the road, whether there could be a glimmer of hope.
"The end of luck, the end of law?"
Taoist Lu Zhe sighed and said leisurely: "It's nothing but spiritual energy."
"Then Zhuxian Town, is it considered a place of the end of law?"
Shen Gongbao asked in reply: "When the final calamity comes, the saint will appear. How similar it is."
"The end of the Dharma is only in the human heart. If you cultivate your strength without cultivating your mind, you will be a fool for eternity. If you cultivate your mind without cultivating your strength, you will be a useless scholar."
Taoist Lu Zhe pondered for a moment and said: "Cultivation of both mind and strength, the unity of knowledge and action, is difficult, difficult, difficult..."
"But, in other words, if there is a saint, Zhuxian Town will be useless." Shen Gongbao said leisurely: "Then, I can take away the things here."
Taoist Lu Zhe suddenly said bitterly: "I, a little Taoist priest, can't handle such a big problem. I'd better let Bodhisattvas and Buddhas deal with it."
"In the world of Jiuzhou, who can say anything?" Shen Gongbao asked curiously
Taoist Lu Zhe had already judged in his heart that this was an old antique who had been sleeping for who knows how many years. He might not have even participated in that battle that year. He might as well give a few tips in order to shake the mountain and sway the tiger.
After thinking for a moment, Taoist Lu replied: "Since the First World War a hundred thousand years ago, the world has been divided into nine parts, five continents and four small continents."
"The Martial Emperor of the Middle-Earth Divine Continent, the Taoist Patriarch of the Dongsheng Divine Continent, the Master of the Southern Zhanbu Continent, the Buddha of the Western Niuhe Continent, and the Demon Emperor of the Northern Julu Continent."
"Three leaders and saints, two emperors, what they say works."
"Besides, the Patriarch of the Hundred Schools can interject a word or two when the five have different opinions."
"Fellow Taoist, today one hundred thousand years later is completely different from one hundred thousand years ago."
"What are the cultivation levels of those three leader saints and two emperors?" Shen Gongbao said, looking at the sky, his eyes were deep, and he saw an incomplete cave floating in the endless starry sky outside that day.
It's not a space ring, it's not a spiritual realm, it's a real fairy cave, which is now disabled and floating in the sky.
…
In front of the archway in Zhuxian Town, a group of outsiders are waiting for the door to open. The heavy rain of spiritual energy in the sky is a sign. When the rain passes and the sky clears, it will be the right time.
The power of the final magic in Zhuxian Town will be weakened to a certain extent. This is the sign of the switch. People from outside can also take advantage of the weakening of the final magic to enter it, explore, recruit disciples, hunt for treasures...
In the eyes of the monks in the outside world, Zhuxian Town is not a town, but a forbidden place and a secret realm.
Zhuxian Town has all the things that are not available in the outside world, and there are also people in Zhuxian Town that are not available in the outside world.
"Is Zhuxian Town really so mysterious?"
"Can you produce earthly immortal materials in batches?!"
One of the young men in gold clothes asked casually: "Several sects come regularly to select cultivation seeds, just like leeks, one after another."
"Zeng'er." Next to the young man in golden clothes, an old Taoist with kind eyes and a kind face smiled and said: "The power of a true dragon is extraordinary. I don't know how many immortal seeds have been produced in the past five thousand years, which can ensure the longevity of the sect. It won’t be idle.”
"If you want a bunch of golden elixirs, what's the use of Nascent Soul's waste?"
The young man in gold said disdainfully, devaluing the ten realms of immortality, which were regarded as the highest realm by the outside world, as worthless. However, the old Taoist priest was not unhappy at all.
When other outsiders heard this sentence, they just smiled indifferently. Even if they frowned, it was only for the young man, not for this sentence.
It seems that Yuanying Zhenren, who can call the shots in the outside world and can be a real master, is really a waste in their eyes.
"Hai, what do you know?"
A graceful woman in luxurious clothing and wearing a walking stick on her head chuckled: "This is just a small harvest of the seeds of cultivation. The real big harvest is those dragon-qi princes."
"Do you know how many small countries and how many big countries there are in Nanzhan continent?"
The young man in gold rolled his eyes and said: "There are seventy-two small countries and thirty-six big countries. The Qian Dynasty where Zhuxian Town is located is one of the small countries. Who doesn't know this common sense?"
The eyes of the graceful woman flowed like ripples, and she said leisurely: "Of the one hundred and eight, nearly half of the founders of the country came from Zhuxian Town. Even the founder of the Tang Dynasty was said to be related to Zhuxian Town. relation."
When the four words "Celestial Dynasty Giant Tang" were mentioned, outsiders looked slightly sideways, and the young man in gold rarely said seriously: "The ancestor of the Giant Tang Dynasty also originated from Zhuxian Town?"
There are many countries in Nanzhan continent, unlike the three-legged and powerful countries in Middle-earth China, so many immortal sects regard small countries as playthings. If it were not forbidden by the master's law, there would definitely be a tragedy where monks massacred hundreds of millions of people to refine magic weapons.
However, among many countries, Jutang is known as the Celestial Dynasty and is the only dynasty that can be compared with the Immortal Sect.
The Jutang Dynasty is no longer a human dynasty, but an immortal dynasty. It is said that there is a general who leads the army and is called the king of heaven. One tower suppresses a hundred thousand demons. The imperial censor Yuanshen travels and slays demonic dragons in night dreams.
Immortal monks can do whatever they want in a small country, but when they reach the territory of the Tang Dynasty, they must abide by the laws like ordinary people.
The ancestor who created such an immortal dynasty actually originated from Zhuxian Town.
"No wonder those guys from the Zhenxuan Sect came to greet them with eight large sedans." The young man in gold snorted, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "I thought they were here to pick up the trash, but now it seems they are preparing to bet on the treasure and win the prize. Seize the power of following the dragon."
In an instant, the golden boy and girl carrying the eight-carriage sedan chair of Zhenxuanzong slowly turned around and stared at the young man in gold, feeling something indescribably strange.
"shut up!"
The old Taoist priest who always doted on young people frowned and shouted: "Don't mention the matter of Zhenxuanzong again."
The young man in gold clothes was stunned for a moment, then calmed down. He was just bad, not stupid.
If he was stupid and bad, he would have been chopped down by those sword immortals who were doing justice for heaven. Even if the sect avenged him in the future, he would have been dead long ago and would be of no use.
The old Taoist priest turned around and bowed to Zhenxuan Zong: "My child's words are unbridled, I hope my fellow Taoist can forgive me."
Inside the eight-carriage sedan, a short man with a weathered face walked out slowly and glanced at the old Taoist priest. He was about to say something when suddenly there was a roar in the town, and the sky opened wide, allowing people to pass through.
The man with a vicissitudes of life waved his hand and led the team forward without caring about anything else.
The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was not afraid of fighting with Zhenxuan Zong, he asked Tianzong if he was not afraid. However, when Zhuxian Town was opened, it would be extremely stupid to not fight for the opportunity but to fight instead.
Looking at the retreating figure of the Zhenxuan Sect team, the young man in gold was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Master, who is the Zhenxuan Sect going to pick up?"
The old Taoist priest's expression changed unpredictably, and he murmured in a low voice: "Zhuxian Town, the Immortal Killing Formation...could the rumors be true? An immortal really fell here and was reincarnated."
The old Taoist priest himself is an immortal, and the immortal he talks about is naturally not the golden elixir Yuanying, the most inferior, the most inferior, and the being who is waiting for the imperial edict to ascend.
"Immortal?"
The young man in golden clothes moved his eyes and asked tentatively: "Master, I once saw a sentence in an ancient book, gods control heaven, saints control earth, immortals control wind and rain..."
"presumptuous!"
The old Taoist priest was furious for the first time. Even if the young man in gold had offended Zhenxuan Zong, he still doted on him, but at this moment, he slapped the young man in gold and swollen his face.
"Kneel down and kowtow!"
"This is what you should say."
The old Taoist priest sternly scolded, pointed in three directions and said: "Kowtow three times and bow nine times, sincerely admit your mistake."
The eyes of the young man in gold who was about to be beaten into a pig's head were filled with tears. His master had never beaten him like this. Even if he led the beast to eat people, he only scolded him once or twice, but today was different.
As a master and disciple, the young man in golden clothes, Hai Zeng, knew his master very well. He could hear a trace of fear hidden in the extreme anger of the old Taoist priest.
Although he has practiced evil and is still alive to this day, Haizeng only understands two principles. The first principle is who can be offended and who cannot be offended.
The second reason is that the master will not harm him.
So Hai Zeng knelt down and just kowtowed to apologize.
Seeing this, the powerful monks from other sects changed their expressions and shunned the master and disciple as if they were hiding from the god of plague.
The graceful woman also left quickly, feeling extremely awe-inspiring in her heart. Hai Zeng had a similar identity to her, but ended up like this. While the rabbit was dead and the fox was sad, a trace of panic emerged in her heart.
She has also read ancient books.
The Earth Immortals of ancient times were different from the Earth Immortals of today.
Gods and men dominate the sky refers to the period when the gods ruled the sky. In that era, all the gods were ants. The gods looked at them monks no differently than they looked at mortals.
And... the saint controls the earth, which means that the saint unites the heaven and the earth and controls the blessed land and cave heaven, which is called the immortal of the earth.
(End of chapter)
