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The Phaseless Dao Sect only has a lifespan of one year.

His eyes were obsessed with the three thousand Bodhi trees towering into the sky, and the starlight of the Bodhi Zi illuminated his old and wrinkled face, and he could vaguely see the tears in the corners of his eyes.

After living for thousands of years, it is commonplace to see the impermanence of life and death and the cycle of heavenly dao, and the Wuxiang Dao Sect will naturally not be unable to see through life and death, and it will also not be touched by emotion and tears in front of juniors.

Now he is just an ordinary old man.

Just imagine, an ordinary old man without any cultivation has lived for thousands of years, what kind of body should be left!

The bones are like wind and sand and the flesh is dead, and the body should have been weathered!

The tears in the eyes of the Wuxiang Dao Sect were just cold winds entering the eyes.

His eyes were no longer clear, they were already cloudy!

He said that he still had a year to live, and under this Bodhi tree, he told the apprentice Emperor Fu Yi to listen, and said it to the old man after Jiang Manlou.

In fact, he knew in his heart that this year's life was not for anyone, he was obsessed with the 3,000 Bodhi trees, he was just praying.

Pray to the 3,000 Bodhi trees and pray that you will have the rest of your life for another year.

He did not believe in heaven or fate.

The first faith of the academy is not his faith.

He believed in only the three thousand Bodhi trees.

He knew that the three thousand bodhi were the eyes of the teacher who left in the academy.

He prayed to his teacher to borrow the rest of his life for another year!

……

Under the Bodhi tree, both Jiang Manlou and Huang Fuyi fell into silence for a while.

For a cultivator who can live for a hundred thousand years, a year is too short. is like Luo Changfeng, who is asleep in the Forgetful River, and has slept for a year since the day of his injury until today.

A snap of a finger!

Jiang Manlou picked up a cup of tea, covered it with his hand and put it into his mouth, and before the tea was drunk, tears dripped from the corners of his eyes into the cup.

Jiang Manlou is very tightly covered.

He quietly poured the tea, mixed with tears, into his belly.

Jiang Manlou put down the teacup, and suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said: "Changfeng has been injured so badly that there is a law to treat, so ...... your injury"

The Wuxiang Dao Sect retracted his infatuated gaze and smiled slightly: "If there is an injury, it can naturally be treated, but if there is no injury, how can it be treated?"

Jiang Manlou's face was dazed and confused, he really couldn't understand such a dumb riddle: "How can it be harmless?"

The Wuxiang Dao Sect explained: "My cultivation has been exhausted, and now I am just an old guy who has lived for thousands of years. For ordinary people, this age has already surpassed the limits of the Heavenly Dao cycle. So my fatal wound is not an injury, but time! the time of life and decay!"

Jiang Manlou still didn't believe it: "Is it really incurable?" It is rumored that five hundred years ago, Jun Tiantu was divided into seven parts in the battle of the Demon Gate, among which was the Supreme Medical Book Shennong's Hundred Sketches. Could it be that even Shennong's hundred sketches are helpless?"

The Wuxiang Dao Sect smiled: "You little guy, you really know a lot. ”

Jiang Manlou smiled awkwardly.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect continued: "Against the Heavenly Dao Reincarnation Time, it is useless to rely on a Shennong Hundred Sketches alone. There has been no shortage of cultivators in the realm of divine guidance throughout the ages, but whether it is the emperor Yutian in his upright prime, or Mo Dao who peeks into the heavens, or the old man who picks stars at the top of Kunlun, they have not really broken the way of heaven and become immortal. Even the Heavenly Nine Blades, the strongest person in ancient and modern times, could not escape the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao. ”

Jiang Manlou remembered a secret story: "Doesn't the rumor say that collecting seven catalogues to reproduce the Jun Tian Diagram can help the God Guide Realm Saint to break through the Heavenly Dao, ascend to Zhou Tian, and become immortal?"

The Phaseless Dao Sect glanced at Jiang Manlou in surprise: "For thousands of years, except for the battle of annihilation in which the Heavenly Nine Blades predecessor led the world against the invasion of the other world, the complete Jun Tiantu only appeared once in the Two Realms Mountain Demon Gate five hundred years ago. Since then, the whereabouts of seven catalogues have been unknown. It's a supreme thing that the whole world will covet, and it's not easy to collect seven catalogues!"

Jiang Manlou said: "Changfeng's body is ......"

He stopped his impulses in time.

The hundred miles of Changfeng is Luo Changfeng, the son of Luo Ling, and it is no secret to the three people under the Bodhi tree.

Luo Changfeng is pregnant with the mountains and rivers of Sheji, so naturally he can't hide it from them.

It's just that this matter has far-reaching implications, and Jiang Manlou knows that no matter when and where, it can't be easily mentioned.

Jiang Manlou's words stopped, and there was silence under the Bodhi tree.

But he didn't expect the Wuxiang Dao Sect to be the first to break this silence, and he sighed softly: "Actually...... That's what I was trying to say to you. ”

The Wuxiang Dao Sect wanted to chat with Jiang Manlou, who was known as the first family today.

He couldn't find any suitable excuse.

It was every night that Huang Fuyi rushed to the courtyard, and then dragged Jiang Manlou here to play chess and chat with him.

They played chess for thirteen days in a row, but the Wuxiang Dao Sect kept silent about anything.

Until today.

After the Wuxiang Dao Sect had some understanding of the old people to observe, he finally had some understanding and finally put his mind at ease.

When Jiang Manlou heard this, his heart actually collapsed.

He felt that his life was really not easy, and he was really tired!

He didn't bluff others with the name of the evil young man of the world's first family, but in the end, he frightened the Daoist Master of the Bodhi Academy!

Jiang Manlou felt that he was a failure!

The Wuxiang Dao Sect said: "Do you know who is the method of resurrecting the dead to heal Changfeng's injuries?"

Jiang Manlou shook his head innocently.

He had also inquired everywhere in the academy, only to know that that night, someone had sent a letter to Dean Zhuang. It is not known who the mysterious person is.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect said: "That person is from Zhongzhou and is in charge of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion. ”

Jiang Manlou was shocked in his heart!

He opened his big eyes and said cautiously: "When you are the master of the Pavilion today, Mo Qiyi?"

The Phaseless Dao Sect shook his head: "I mean, the person who is really in charge of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion. ”

"Could it be...... The old man of the heavenly machine, Mo Dao, the heavenly machine?"

"That's him!"

"How could he think of saving Changfeng? They never knew each other!" Jiang Manlou really couldn't figure it out, he waved his hand again, looked at the Wuxiang Dao Sect and said, "Wait...... How could the old man of Tianji know that Changfeng was injured?"

Mentioning the crux of the matter, Huang Fuyi, who was silent on the side, frowned.

Things don't seem as simple as they seem!

The Wuxiang Dao Sect looked at Jiang Manlou, nodded with a satisfied look and said, "This is the Heavenly Machine." ”

There are people in this world who can speculate on the heavenly machine and calculate the heavenly machine.

That person was not Shen Tianxin, who was proficient in Heavenly Mental Arithmetic, that person was the Heavenly Machine Old Man of Tianji Pavilion.

It's just sad that some people count the heavenly machine, but no one counts the heavenly machine of the old man!

Jiang Manlou's face was shocked.

He has always known that when it comes to the mountains and rivers of Sheji, things will not be as simple as they see.

However, he didn't know that the simplicity and complexity he thought of and the simplicity and complexity he saw were not the whole truth, but only the tip of the iceberg.

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Manlou suddenly realized.

Why did the Demon Gate, which was once in full bloom of the Juntian Map, overturned, and why did Luo Ling, who won the Remnant Map Society, Jishan and River Map, be tragically destroyed...... It turns out that what is coveted by the world will really make the whole world turbulent!

And the real world has never been a world of heaven and earth, ten days of sainthood!

The real world is a world where saints play with mountains of bones!

(PS: It's another year of college entrance examination season, no matter if you look at Jun Tiantu, you have a high school party that is about to go to the battlefield, Loulan still wants to wish the high school students the title of the gold list, 211,985, all come to the bowl.) ）