"Fellow Taoist Xiyi."
"This seems to be against the rules."
Mr. Wang stood in the academy, looking at the heaven and earth like a god holding the palm of his hand. He knew everything about Zhuxian Town, but only glanced at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
The old Taoist who was sleeping soundly in the Taoist temple stretched his body, but still did not wake up. He seemed to be talking in his sleep: "I have murderous intentions but I didn't take action. The saint can talk about his deeds but not his heart, so why should he criticize the mortals harshly."
"He broke the rules. If he killed someone, according to the rules of Zhuxian Town, one life should be worth one life, but he didn't succeed."
"As a punishment, he will not be allowed to enter Zhuxian Town. He will have no chance of being blessed with anything. He will be trapped in a situation. He will not be able to break through in this life. Life is worse than death."
"Mr. Wang, isn't it enough for the saint to forgive?"
For a monk, the most uncomfortable thing is not to kill him, but to put a huge opportunity in front of him and then take it away forcefully, leaving him to live in regret all his life.
For a Taoist, the lack of a great path is more uncomfortable than killing himself.
Mr. Wang laughed, stood with his hands behind his hands and said, "Today's practitioners don't even have the appearance of cultivating Taoism. They are all cultivating immortality."
The Taoist cultivator and the Immortal Cultivator are two completely different concepts. The former has skills, methods, and ultimately the Tao. He has his own principles of Taoism, his own ultimate goal, and he is willing to die for the Tao.
However, those who cultivate immortality are different. They are not cultivating Taoism, but cultivating immortality.
What is an immortal? Immortal, with vast supernatural powers, aloof and transcendent, these are immortals.
The Taoist cultivator cultivates both mind and body, while the immortal cultivator only pursues power and climbs to the top of the avenue at all costs.
It is biased to judge a cultivator by the standards of a cultivator.
"Then Mr. Wang can punish him."
Taoist Xiyi just said calmly: "Why bother to ask the poor Taoist?"
"It's the father's fault if he doesn't teach. If he doesn't teach strictly, it's the teacher's fault."
Mr. Wang said a calm word, and the exquisite jade medal around his waist made a sound, flying up and down, just like the orders of gods and men. The heaven and earth moved with it, the road followed, and there was nothing better than this.
Hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers away, at the foot of the Wentian Sect's mountain gate, a Confucian scholar in blue shirt listened to the sound of the white jade pendant on his waist, smiled slightly, bowed and said, "Sir, I understand."
Haizeng only had a murderous intention and did not take action, so he could not be punished, because the saint does not care about his heart.
Haizeng's master broke the rules, and according to Mr. Wang's wishes, he would be punished severely.
However, Taoist Xiyi has already punished him, so Mr. Wang cannot punish him a second time.
So, let’s find Master Haizeng’s master, the founder of Wentian Sect, and the ancestors to settle the score.
The Confucian scholar in blue shirt with his big sleeves fluttering, walked up the mountain and laughed loudly: "You flying bastard of Wentian Sect... I'm here to demolish your ancestral hall!"
The huge mountain peaks suddenly glowed with light, formations were activated, and monks were walking across the sky with swords.
There were not only golden elixirs, Nascent Soul cultivators, but also a few vigorous Yuanshen auras rising into the sky.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the Golden Elixir Yuanying is an immortal, but for monks, only those who have cultivated the Yuanshen and attained the Tao of Yangshen can be called immortals.
Only sects with monks above the Yuanshen level can be called immortal sects.
Shen Gongbao's thoughts were flowing, and he seemed to have seen this scene. He smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Wang's disciples are really good-natured."
"vulgar."
Mr. Wang in the academy shook his head helplessly and uttered two words.
The blue-shirted Confucian scholar's expression froze. Facing the hundreds of monks from the Wentian Sect who were waiting in full formation, he changed his tone and said, "What's the point of being a person who fights against sects?"
Educated people are careful not to use curse words when swearing.
………
To settle accounts, to settle accounts, to save people, someone is demolishing the ancestral hall hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers away, and the young man in Xiaozhuxian Town is dying.
Xu Laodao knelt down and begged, kowtowing to Sifang Tiandi. He knew that there were many important people in the town, far better than the land gods in the mouth of mortals.
As long as they were willing to take action, it would be more than enough to save Chen Changsheng's life.
In the first house of Tianxiang Street, there is an old man who looks like a god, with green hair and golden eyes, sitting upright on the Grand Master's chair, as if he is really a god above the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings on the earth, no matter how immortal or mortal they are, they are just ants.
A book appeared in his hand, like a book of life and death, recording the fortune, fortune, life and death of all living beings, and the changes in their fortunes.
Whether it was the death of the ants in Zhuxian Town or the fall of the Nine Heavenly Immortals, they were not worthy of his writing.
In a side room in Houde Lane, there was a tall, icy, silver-haired woman who was practicing boxing with a serious look. From the corner of her eye, she looked at the graceful and luxurious woman who had previously talked to Hai Zeng, and said without any emotion: "Do you know that warriors like us, Why can you suppress the Qi Refiner?"
The noble woman ignored the dust on the ground, knelt down and kowtowed: "Since ancient times, the laws of heaven have been lacking, resulting in a shortage of longevity for warriors who were supposed to ascend to heaven and become gods. However, they were also favored by heaven. Warriors killed qi-refining warriors. Not connected to any cause and effect.”
However, the Qi Refiner who stole Tianji Spiritual Energy was jealous of the Heaven. When fighting against the martial artist, he was often suppressed and had to be at a higher level to fight. "
"Now that you have condensed the golden elixir, you can live for at least thousands of years if you keep going." The tall, silver-haired woman said calmly: "Two hundred years is the limit for achieving martial arts mastery. Are you willing to give up?"
The gorgeous woman suddenly raised her head, her naked ambition was not concealed in her eyes at all, as hot as a blazing flame, and she said in a deep voice: "I have been mediocre for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, it is better to live happily for decades and see all the nine states in the world. Merry!"
Cultivation of immortals may have a future in other countries. If you refine the golden elixir and Yuanying, you can achieve the status of a real master of the country, which can be said that one person is inferior to ten thousand people.
However, in the Immortal Dynasty of the Jutang Dynasty, the censor traveled at night to slay demon dragons, the Heavenly King held up a tower to suppress all demons, the Eighteen Scholars defeated the Ghost King, and the Twenty-four Heroes suppressed the Immortal Sect. With such an illustrious position, one must cultivate immortality until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse and Moon to achieve the throne.
In the end, the twenty-four meritorious officials will become the twenty-fifth meritorious officials.
Only by practicing martial arts can one ignite a lifetime's destiny, reach the ultimate level, reach the top as quickly as possible, take charge of the majestic imperial power, and stand under billions of living beings.
Besides, practicing martial arts is not a dead end, and the person in front of you is the biggest example.
"Then go to the backyard and exercise."
The silver-haired God of War struck out with a punch, mercilessly smashing the golden elixir of the woman in gorgeous clothes. In an instant, the originally young and beautiful woman suddenly turned gray-haired, gave birth to chicken skin, and turned into an old woman.
The old woman was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly. When she stood up and opened the door to the backyard, she felt as if she had fallen into the depths of ice, her whole body trembling and freezing.
In the backyard, there are piles of bones and tombstones covered with moss, like a mass grave.
The silver-haired Martial God's ruthless voice sounded again: "In the past five thousand years, you are not the first, and I don't think you are the last."
If you die, just die, there is no regret.
Who in the world can survive?
No matter how proud you are of being a peerless genius, you will be nothing more than a handful of dirt in the end.
No matter how beautiful you are, you will be the most beautiful in the world, but in the end you will be a red and pink skeleton, which is ridiculous and pathetic;
Let you be a generation of genius, sit on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and have no enemies in the world. After all, you will only have a few names in history.
A new generation replaces the old, watching the tall buildings rise, watching the sky collapse, the gods and stars falling like jade, the immortals rising again on the earth, they are just passers-by after all.
The only thing that can truly last forever is the weed. When spring passes and autumn comes, it dries up and flourishes, and turns yellow and grows again.
"That's good, that's good."
"All beings are equal."
In the temple, Monk Kuduo was silently reciting scriptures, but his eyes were looking at the snake with red horns and five claws on the beam, as if hoping that it would take action.
As a result, the lazy snake snorted coldly, exhaled two streams of white air from its nostrils, and turned a deaf ear, pretending not to hear.
After five thousand years, Zhuxian Town is finally about to usher in the most critical moment. He can also trap the dragon and ascend to heaven, living a second life.
Don't even think about spending your energy on this ant.
Real dragons don’t speak the language of ants!
"All living beings suffer." Monk Kuduo clasped his hands and sighed. He felt that for so many years, this guy had not listened to a single word of Buddhism and had no compassion at all.
But, what can he force?
If you force this shabby snake to spit out true energy, what's the difference between the monk and this shabby snake?
Do unto others, do not impose on others.
Just like Mr. Wang couldn't get out of the academy and had to ask his disciples to ask Tianzong to question him, the monk couldn't get out of the temple.
After thinking again and again, Monk Kuduo asked the novice monk to pick off a Bodhi leaf, write four big characters with a pen, and scatter some Buddha light.
——Look to yourself instead.
When the Clay Bodhisattva crosses the river, he cannot save himself. The only one he can seek is himself.
A piece of bodhi leaf is not the elixir of immortality. It can make people live in the second life. It can only extend life, but cannot save it.
A mortal received an angry blow from a monk and did not die on the spot. However, his internal organs had already been rotted into a ball of mud, and his limbs were all fractured.
To resuscitate, the difficulty is not just as simple as flesh and bones, but also soaring to the level of reshaping the body and creating a human being.
But, who is willing to spend an elixir or magic medicine to save a mortal with no roots?
"I have the elixir."
Shen Gongbao said with a full smile
"Really?"
Mr. Wang was a little surprised. His original intention was to hit Taoist Lu Zhe and prepare to cause the emperor's son to bleed heavily.
After all, when the Heavenly Palace collapsed and many things in the Heavenly Palace's treasure house disappeared, the Emperor's son was the biggest suspected target of theft.
"How many do you want?"
Shen Gongbao smiled lightly, and a red gourd appeared in his hand.
In the sky of Jiuxiao Cave, boy Yuanyang, who had worked hard to refine elixirs, found that his elixir was missing, and he suddenly let out a scream.
"What does Fellow Daoist Shen want?"
Mr. Wang asked back, there is no love without reason in the world, and there is no hatred without reason.
Chen Changsheng's characteristics can attract Shen Gongbao's attention and concern, but this curiosity is far from worth an elixir.
So Shen Gongbao had other aspirations.
"I want that sword."
Shen Gongbao pointed to the south side of the stone bridge, the fairy sword that suppresses all magic, smiled slightly and said: "That should be the source of the power of the final magic in Zhuxian Town."
Mr. Wang fell silent immediately, and after a moment, he slowly replied: "This sword is not meant to suppress real dragons."
"I know that real dragons don't have this face yet."
Shen Gongbao said calmly: "You don't need the sword of the end of the law to kill a real dragon, and you don't need the sword of the end of the law to suppress a real dragon."
"This sword of the end of the law should be used to deal with those ancient beings."
Since entering Zhuxian Town, Shen Gongbao has discovered that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this town. There are mysteries everywhere. There are countless monsters hidden in this small place.
Mr. Wang nodded and smiled bitterly: "I'll see you soon, fellow Taoist."
"The current layout of Zhuxian Town is largely responsible for monitoring those ancient existences."
"Back then, the heaven collapsed and the stars fell like rain. I don't know how many immortals died and were reincarnated in Zhuxian Town. The immortal souls had their own descendants and sects to take them back. For the sake of their military exploits, the sages of the three religions would also be generous and allow them to return. He did not enter the reincarnation, awakened the mystery in the womb, and handed over several important items as a reward for his merits."
"The quota for outsiders to enter Zhuxian Town basically comes from this. My ancestors have more or less participated in the Battle of Defying Heaven."
"But, those evil gods..."
"How about I take away those evil gods?" Shen Gongbao reached out and interrupted: "I guarantee that they will not do evil in this world, nor will they appear in the nine continents of the world."
Mr. Wang suddenly became solemn: "This is true!"
"It's hard to catch up once a word is made." Shen Gongbao said with a smile: "The nine states in the world are very big, but they are too small for people like us, so it is better to go to the outer world."
Shen Gongbao did not speak. The outside world is a very large area. The outer starry sky is the outside world, and the Great Luotian is also the outer world.
For a being on a star, the Milky Way and the universe are outside.
Mr. Wang pondered for a moment and said with emotion: "So that's it. It is said that before the collapse of Heaven, many stars were controlled. It is said that in one Immortal Sect, an ascended monk can occupy one star, and an Earth Immortal Saint can control one area. Starfield.”
"Heaven is above the stars and is everywhere."
"I think back in ancient times, my fellow Taoist was also the Lord of the Stars. He disliked the current world of Jiuzhou for being too small, and wanted to recruit troops and expand overseas."
"Almost, almost."
Shen Gongbao smiled slightly. He had seen the scenery of the prehistoric Lord Heaven Realm and all the heavens and realms. Naturally, he would not tie his heart to a star or indulge in fighting for power.
People can be as humble as ants, but they must also learn to look up at the stars.
"Then congratulations to fellow Taoist for taking the first step."
Mr. Wang congratulated him, but said with a hint of melancholy: "Fellow Daoist Xiaosha can leave whenever he wants, but I can't leave. The current situation in Kyushu is too complicated."
"Three religions and hundreds of schools are complicated and at odds with each other. After one continental war after another, no leader has been chosen."
"The three teachings can still complement each other, but the contradiction between the Human Emperor and the Demon Emperor is difficult to reconcile."
"If I can become a saint, I may be able to join forces with the saints of the three religions to suppress the conflicts between humans and monsters, and combine the power of the three religions and hundreds of schools to open up the starry sky."
"If it fails, the five earthly immortal saints will compete with each other for leadership. If they fail, they will not stop for a day."
"Mr. Wang can only care about the internal calamity. I will help with the external calamity." Shen Gongbao promised: "When the saint comes out, the evil law will disappear."
"You become a saint and I take the sword. This is a win-win situation. We can cooperate for one or two."
"This elixir is my sincerity."
"Good!" Mr. Wang nodded in agreement, but he began to speculate in his heart.
He originally thought that Shen Gongbao was similar to him, a great monk who had stepped into the realm of saint leader.
But now, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this person has already stepped forward with both feet.
(End of chapter)
