There is Laojun Temple on Laojun Mountain. There are monks in Laojun Temple.
In a Taoist temple, there was a monk.
This is surprising enough in itself.
But this monk also likes to wear red clothes. He does not change it all the year round, and he is free to let others criticize him.
The blood-red monk's robe is printed with the monk's handsome face, which is beautiful and enchanting. It once caused some romance, but under the monk's gentle and calm eyes, it gradually subsided, and over time... there was no trace left.
At this time, the monk was wearing handcuffs and shackles, but he was carrying two buckets of water and slowly walked on the mountain path. Although his movements seemed laborious and staggering, there was no trace of bitterness on his face.
On the contrary, it made people feel that he was relaxed. Perhaps the same is true for most things in this world. If you do painful things with a painful attitude, you will only get more pain. If you change your posture, maybe a little external pain will be like the wind in the mountain stream and the flowing clouds, disappearing without a trace with a smile.
Suddenly the monk stepped on the air, and most of the two buckets of water were spilled, and the other half was spilled on the monk himself.
The originally thin monk's robe became soaked immediately.
The cold dew in the mountain stream is deep, and when the cool breeze blows, the cold air is poured into the bones.
The monk's figure seemed a little thin, and he was shivering slightly in the cold wind. It's just that in this case, he didn't seem to be able to laugh so much, and his gentle expression that had remained unchanged for a hundred years was a little more serious.
"Your foot is not heavy, and it is not as fragile as you think. Even if you step on it, you may not be able to do anything to it. You already know this, why do you turn around? Did you miss the mark?" a cold child asked.
The Taoist boy pointed at the monk's feet.
It was an ordinary ant, and had no idea that two 'big men' were discussing it.
It stretched out its tentacles wantonly and nimbly swam along the rocky path, carefully and quickly avoiding places that were wet with water.
On the mountain path above the monk's head, a Taoist boy stood wearing a blue robe. The robe seemed a little old, but it was very clean. However, some places had lost some color and looked white due to being scrubbed many times.
The Taoist boy held a whisk in his hand. Although he was short in stature, he stood like a strong pine tree.
But the look in Tao Tong's eyes looked old, and it was obvious that his real age was not young.
At this moment, the monk still just smiled meekly, as before, as before, and a strong sense of Zen rippled through his body. Anyone who sees him at this time will probably call him 'Master'.
"I let it, not to worry about me hurting it, but to prevent it from hurting me. If I step on this foot, I will not be able to sleep well tonight, and I will keep thinking about it in the next few months. In comparison "Hey, I just poured two buckets of water and soaked my clothes, but what does it matter?" the monk said.
Hearing this, the little Taoist boy snorted coldly: "You have inherited the art of sophistry from Buddhism. It's just that the poor Taoist looks at you... you are still so deeply rooted in demons. The poor Taoist detained you for ninety-nine years. In one more year, the hundred years will expire, and I will ask you, old Taoist, what will happen if you come down from the mountain?"
The monk smiled but did not answer.
Just looking at the two empty buckets next to me.
The little Taoist boy sighed.
"It's almost a hundred years...!"
"In the past hundred years, you have been humble, gentle, courteous, thrifty and courteous in Laojun Mountain. You have saved countless lives with your medical skills, and you have often helped nearby villagers, hunters and woodcutters. All these veterans have seen it. , I understand in my heart.”
Speaking of this, Xiao Daotong's eyes changed again.
"But the old Taoist still doesn't want to believe you. If you are angry and resisting, complaining about others, or are arrogant and arrogant, violent and unfair... I am willing to believe in you, the old Taoist. I am even more willing to lead you to the Tao, abandon your worries, and help you understand. Zen Ji, it’s not a bad idea to really become a great monk.”
When the monk heard this, he clasped his hands together and remained silent.
His expression never changed at all.
"Little monk! If I, the Taoist, are shameless and imprison you for another hundred years, how will you treat me?" the little Taoist boy suddenly said.
The atmosphere suddenly became stiff and awkward.
The wind blew up the mist, moistening the eyebrows of the two of them, and from the distant mountain forest, the sound of the old ape's cry could be heard.
The little monk stretched out his shackled hands.
The shackles were engraved with runes, and there were stripes and threads that were rooted into his arms, blocking his cultivation and limiting his abilities.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The monk shook his shackles, the smile on his face became deeper, and his Zen mood became stronger. It seemed that there was a Buddha's light looming behind his head.
Suddenly, he exerted slight force.
The runes fell off like dust, and the restrictions rotted like dead wood.
"I have been imprisoned for a hundred years, but what does that have to do with you?" the monk asked loudly.
At this moment, sudden changes occurred, energy exchanged, the wind produced thunder, and the clouds produced rays of light.
The combination of light and dark converged on the monk's face, creating a hazy intertwining of light and shadow.
Sometimes the Buddha is divine, and sometimes he is like a demon in hell.
In the midst of the brightness and extinction, clouds and mist surround the place, as if a giant Buddha has pressed his palm from the sky.
The ancient Taoist temple had its eaves shattered and its walls cracked in the face of unpredictable changes.
Qingxiaojie, Leizhou, Juyong City, Meng Mansion.
Meng Xinghe, the third son of the Meng Mansion, whose soul was frightened away by the bear demon three days ago and was now lying in the soul summoning array, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Is this the new body that Chu Lingxiao found for me according to my instructions?"
Lin Xi felt the memory in his body, and the long-lost feeling of weakness made him a little uncomfortable.
However, he did not use any of his original abilities to quickly lift up the physical body's cultivation.
If he needed to act with strong cultivation, he would not abandon Chu Lingxiao's body and find a new one.
Everything is to better conceal others' eyes.
Of course, identity is not chosen arbitrarily.
The Meng family in Leizhou can be regarded as one of the top cultivation families in Leizhou.
The ancestor of the Meng family has the cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul. He is a powerful figure in Juyong City.
However, the real reason that made Lin Xi choose this identity was that it had been clearly recorded many times in the ancient books he had collected using the elites of the Qingxiao world.
There was an ancestor of the Meng family who bucked the trend when the Immortal Palace fell, soared up into the sky, went to the Immortal Realm, and lived forever.
From a single point of view, this is nothing.
Especially after a long period of polishing and the ruthless changes of the years, truth and legend, rumors and stories are all intertwined, and it is no longer possible to distinguish what is true.
However, once combined with the vague information revealed by Monk Yun and Bai Xuan, as well as the message from the immortal corpse crucified in the void.
The origin and identity of the ancestor of the Meng family, as well as the role he played in the great event of the fall of Immortal Court, are particularly interesting.
The Meng family hides a secret!
What came was not Lin Xi’s true body.
Just a new alter ego.
But for the time being, Lin Xi's main attention will still be on Meng Xinghe.
Although it was a clone, it was still a clone of the Demon Saint and Heavenly Demon. When he returned to the Qingxiao Realm, Lin Xi especially felt many differences.
From the perspective of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This is a world where the energy level is not particularly high.
It can't even accommodate a true immortal.
Once someone reaches the level of true immortal, they will be excluded from this world.
But the strangeness and contradiction lie in this seemingly reasonable setting.
Why is it that a world that cannot accommodate true immortals has the ability to forcibly exclude one or even multiple true immortals from this world?
Lin Xi once came to this world as a true immortal.
At that time, he did not feel any obvious force of exclusion. He just felt that this world to a true immortal was like a small ditch to a true dragon. It was difficult for him to exert himself and achieve anything.
They may even be restricted in their abilities and restrict the release of their abilities.
As time passed, Lin Xi's horizons broadened again.
Understand that the creatures in the material world and the world itself are in a mutually reinforcing and mutually fulfilling relationship.
If a true immortal is born in a world, then under the influence of this true immortal, the world will slowly upgrade. True immortals are not simply energy predators, they will make the world thinner and more fragile.
If a true immortal is born in a world, then the world will definitely grow with it. If this true immortal is a little more generous, then the world will become bigger and broader, and it can accommodate more and more true immortals.
Just like a strange world.
In terms of level, this world is not as good as Qingxiao Realm.
But it can accommodate the true immortals of mountains and seas. Even after the true immortals of mountains and seas, there are still several people who are qualified to aspire to the immortal path. It was just that the path to immortality was cut off by the True Immortal of Mountains and Seas for his own selfish reasons.
This is not the world's fault, but the selfishness of human nature.
Feeling the world in a more subtle way, Lin Xi suddenly understood something based on his own experience and accumulation.
"This is a world that was originally very powerful, but was forced to shrink its mass and become weak. The Qingxiao world we see now... is not its original appearance. It is even possible... it was not called Qingxiao in the first place. Xiaojie." Lin Xi quickly came to such an unexpected conclusion.
"But...why, I can't see clearly where the passages connected to Qingxiao Realm are? Doesn't it mean that Qingxiao Realm is just some lower world of the so-called 'fairy world'?" Lin Xi frowned.
Some channels suddenly sense the world and seem to be aware of them.
But when it comes to subtle identification and accurate positioning, they are blurry.
It was as if the previous feelings were just illusions.
"Third Young Master! Third Young Master! You are finally awake!" A cheering voice interrupted Lin Xi's deep thoughts.
A group of green figures quickly passed through the empty square, then raised a loud voice and announced the 'good news' to the entire Meng Mansion.
Lin Xi suddenly had a headache, and all the memories about the owner of the voice came flooding back.
"Xiao Luoli! Shut up!"
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