While Ji Lin was waiting for the Genhuang Dragon War to begin, under the maple leaves flying in the sky of Mt. Fuji, on the green grassy meadow, there was a majestic old man wearing a kimono and meditating.

With the old man's throughput, a three-color lotus flower air flow continues to rotate above the old man's head, and butterflies fly in all directions, which is like a fairyland on earth.

It's warm like spring, but the mountains in the distance are covered with snow.

At the top of the mountain, five clouds were layered on top of each other, and a birdwing plane soared by, and everything seemed so perfectly harmonious.

A gust of wind blew, and the surrounding land was full of grass, and a white-haired old man wearing a black samurai suit and straddled the full moon scimitar diagonally "waist" and "between" also blew.

"Thanks to Mr. Big's magic compass, this time the villain is fortunate to live up to his life, and finally brings back the secret book of Lingying, and I invite you to take a look." Ueno crawled on the ground with three fists, respectful.

"It's hard work, this is the cultivation method of transforming strength to the lotus flower of 'essence', step down." Mr. Big waved his hand, and the coercive and old voice suddenly resounded throughout the audience.

"Hey." Ueno Sanken excitedly took the scroll and dispersed into a violent wind.

"My wellhead family has been exhausted for thousands of years, and finally found the immortal secret book of the former Lingying Master, there is a spirit in the sky, and there is a spirit in the sky!"

With a slight trembling hand, he picked up the ancient book, Mr. Big burned incense and changed his clothes, and then knelt on the futon respectfully, and opened the secret book with excitement.

The Jingkou family, where Mr. Da is located, is a family with a long heritage in the island country, and the ancestors were students sent to Datang by the island country.

When Li Erjun came to the dynasty of all the states in the world, the Tang Dynasty was the most powerful country in the world, and Chang'an was the most prosperous city-state in the world.

At that time, the people of the island country had a pilgrimage to the Tang Dynasty, and they fought with the waves of heaven and earth in the sea.

Most of them died tragically between the sea and the sky, and those who were able to come to Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty alive were all "Jing" Ying.

The first generation of Jingkou was one of them, he came to Chang'an City after many difficulties, and was fortunate to worship under the command of a master of Taoism.

The first generation of Jingkou studied in Datang for ten years, learned the most advanced knowledge in the world at that time, and he returned to his hometown with the classics of Datang and formed the famous Sun Family in later generations.

When the first generation of Iguchi was eighty years old, his grandson Iguchi returned from studying in the Tang Dynasty and brought a portrait.

The three generations of Jingkou once traveled to Qingcheng Mountain with friends, and met a high monk by chance, and he was shocked at that time.

The third generation of Iguchi painted the appearance of the eminent monk, and brought the picture scroll back to China and gave it to the first generation of Iguchi as a congratulatory gift for his 80th birthday.

On that day, the first generation of Jingkou was stunned, because the monk on this portrait turned out to be Chen Changqing, the teacher who had the grace to him back then.

At this time, it has been sixty years since the first generation of the wellhead and Chen Changqing, who is under the pseudonym of Ji Lin, separated.

Sixty years have passed in a flash, and the international students of that year have turned into white-haired old men, but Ji Lin still has the same face as before, and he asks how the first generation of Iguchi is not shocked.

Since that era, the Sun Family has never given up the search for Ji Lin for more than a thousand years, and it has cost countless people, money, and resources to come to the conclusion of the existence of the Lingying Secret Codex.

Now, this heirloom treasure is placed in front of his eyes, how can Mr. Big not be excited?

"The unfinished immortal cause of my ancestors will be continued in my hands and go to glory!"

"Once I have learned the Spiritual Response Secret Book this time, who else is my opponent in this Middle Earth?"

"On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, it must be the time when the old man is a god, and he will be a god!"

Yang Tian laughed loudly, and with great excitement, Mr. Big turned the first page of the ancient book.

The old man's common name is Chen Changqing, who lived in seclusion in Baiyun Cave in the back mountain of Qingcheng in his later years, swallowed the sun and moon for 180 years, and finally became enlightened and ascended, leaving a secret book to increase the number of people who are destined for future generations. ”

"This skill is too domineering and ruthless, you can't practice unless you're a big husband, and you can't practice if you're not determined, remember to remember!"

After reading these words excitedly, Mr. Big burst into tears:

"The ancestor really guessed correctly, then Chen Changqing is the Master Lingying, this person has lived for two or three hundred years, the great god of sunshine, thank you for your gift."

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Mr. Big continued to scroll down.

"If you want to practice this skill, you must first 'self' and 'palace'!"

Airplanes!

When he saw these eight pen dragons and snakes, vigorous and powerful characters, Mr. Big's hand holding the ancient book was trembling.

"The old man already has children and grandchildren alive, that's it, for the great cause of immortality, the old man fights!"

After some struggle, under the strong desire for immortality and enlightenment, Mr. Big picked up the katana, and after a loud shout, there was one more person in this world - "Tai" and "Prison".

After resting for a while, Mr. Big's eyes were red, and he stumbled to pick up the ancient book and turn to the second page.

"Even if it is 'self' and 'palace', it may not be successful!"

Poof!

These eight words, like a knife, stabbed Mr. Big's old and young heart, making Mr. Big "straight", "straight" and "straight" fall to the ground, and he fainted angrily.

After a long time, Mr. Big woke up slowly, rubbed his swollen temples, and looked sad and indignant: "Okay, as long as you can achieve the Great Dao, the old man will admit no matter how big the sacrifice is." ”

With a pious heart, Mr. Big turned the third page.

"If you don't have 'self' and 'palace', you can also succeed!"

Yes!

Mr. Big felt that he was about to collapse, and for a while he was in tears, and he wanted to die.

"Bear with me, I bear with it!" With trembling hands, Mr. Big turned the fourth page.

"No words?"

Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Mr. Big kept flipping through the book.

But until the last page, Mr. Big didn't see any other words.

"Eight! Ga! Yes! Yes! Yes! ”

The huge anger made Mr. Big "pull" and "take out" the katana and keep slashing, and once again a mouthful of old blood gushed out, fainting to death.

……

When Mr. Big waved his knife "from" and "palace", Ji Lin, who was far away in Shudi, picked up the teacup, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

More than 1,000 years ago, Ji Lin met three generations of wellheads in the mountains behind Qingshan.

At that time, from the eyes of the young island man, Ji Lin saw something called "desire".

At that time, Ji Lin calculated at random that in the future, he would have a cause and effect with the Jingkou family.

Ji Lin's heart moved, and he wrote a Buddhist scripture with Fuxi inscription, hid it behind the Buddha statue, and quietly waited for the "destined person" of the Jingkou family to come.

In fact, Ji Lin didn't know what was written in the Lingying Secret Codex.

The Fuxi inscription is magical, and different people have different moods, and the words they see are different.

Mr. Big wielded a knife "from" the palace, Ji Lin didn't know, but Ji Lin knew that there was a tragedy in the Jingkou family.

……

Time flies by like water, and the weekend is fast approaching.

At the top of Zhaogong Mountain in Dujiang County, at the time of this lonely peak of the high mountain, a group of powerful powers suddenly appeared.

Today happens to be the Double Ninth Festival in the ninth month of the lunar calendar.

Decisive battle, Top of the Seven Stars!

War!

There is only one battle!