Chong Ling Daoist picked up his wine glass and toasted to a small pulsating rookie in his current status in the Xuan Realm, which was a bit incredible; But this is the path of cultivation, and if it is beneficial to his path, even if it is a toast to a mortal, what does it matter?

Respect is more sincere.

"The first cup is to thank you for relieving my worries in Fufeng City! Lao Meng's murder is true, and those four rich sons also deserve it, if I can't see the joints clearly, what's the use of cultivating for decades?

For the sake of building embankments for the benefit of the people, I cannot publish the truth; For the sake of conscience, I can't turn a blind eye! In this way, if you don't make a move, I can only plant a means for that Wang family when I leave......

Selfishness harms others and harms morality! But you helped me solve all this! ”

After drinking it all, he poured another cup for himself, picked it up and continued: "The second cup is for the Liupanshui City!" If I can't deal with this level cleanly, it will definitely be hopeless, if it really causes the water demon to slaughter the city, I will never be able to pass this level of the heart!

I have too many concerns, but you dare to act, not to mention whether the process is too reckless and inconsiderate, is it wise as foolish? Or is it impulsive and reckless? But the result is there, you saved the whole city in six sets, and I am one of them! ”

I drank it all again, and filled it again, "This third cup, more than ten days after the return trip, with your grace to help me twice, as long as you really open your mouth to me, I can't refuse!" The Taoist is not a big husband, but more than a big husband, if there is kindness, there is no repayment, and there is a loss of personal morality!

That's why I arranged for you to be in contact with Xiao Song Jiyue every day, hoping to let you go by their hands, and then I won't have to bear the main responsibility; I confess that during these ten days, I lived like a year!

But you, never mention it, you have fulfilled us, and we ......"

Chong Ling drank three cups and laughed, "If you have better qualifications, with your heart, you will definitely have some achievements on the road, but it's a pity, it's a pity!" ”

The depression in his chest dissipated, and he rose up to the Lingdao man and walked away; It wasn't until he walked out of the building that he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: the words have been said to this point, and this person still hasn't opened his mouth to ask him for help!

Isn't he a fool? In fact, I saw the wrong person?

…… Chong Ling didn't see the wrong person, Hou Yu knew very well the intention of this Taoist, in fact, it means that he is now a Tongxuan cultivator, and he also has a certain amount of power to help him, as long as he speaks, there must be some way, at least he doesn't have to die?

But that's not what he wants! For a person who practices the law, right is right, wrong is wrong, and he needs to pay the price for killing, otherwise he will not be able to pass the hurdle in his heart.

It's a bit too noble to say this, the real reason is that Chong Ling is helping him now is nothing more than helping him escape the punishment of death, but his real problem is not life and death, but life is better than death!

What's the point of surviving? Still so hopeless and unsuccessful? If he was willing to live that ordinary life, why would he push himself to this point? A retreat has already been arranged, as for being involuntary like now?

This Taoist is very interesting, and he finally sees clearly what a cultivator is and what a Taoist is! After an impassioned call, when you thought that the Taoist was going to stick a knife in your ribs, the Taoist said: My heart is comfortable, you can die!

A very strange feeling, inexplicable, this is the way of monasticism?

Raise your glass and pour yourself a drink, either be a full ghost or change your life completely!

…… On the second day, the monks in the monastery were taken to a strange place, and he was very unfamiliar with the gods, so it was not clear what was the palace? Or is it a dojo?

Anyway, it is a very empty square, surrounded by green pines and green, only a huge altar in the center of the square, the altar is divided into three layers, the white jade is the quality, the shape is simple, and the end is solemn and orderly.

Unlike Hou Yu's imagination, the sacrifices stood at the highest point on the third floor of the altar, while the presiding priests stood under the altar.

There were a total of nineteen sacrifices, including him and the old man bouldering, standing in different positions on the three-story altar, which seemed to be disorganized, but in fact, he just had too little knowledge to see the secret.

Soon after he stood in his position, he felt as if a force was restraining him, and he could not move freely; This is not surprising, after all, at the moment of life and death, no one dares to guarantee that it will not end up gaffe and embarrass everyone.

Turning his gaze to the audience, dozens of Daoists stood quietly and solemnly, among them were Chong Ling Daoists, standing in the farthest place, probably the lowest place.

The whole square was silent, whether it was a sacrifice or a contemplation, in such an atmosphere they were consciously or unconsciously taken by a momentum, which was an ineffable thing, a surrender to some great power; Yi Hou's realm was originally not qualified to feel such an atmosphere, but here, in such an environment, he felt it.

He began to truly believe that there were immortals in the underworld, overlooking all living beings from places he could not see.

He began to think seriously, where did he sacrifice this heavenly spiritual opportunity? Is it really dedicated to the gods? Or is it a return to heaven and earth? Or was it intercepted by Taoist tricks?

Is there really life and death? How to die? Will there be an afterlife?

As a law enforcer who is accustomed to seeing criminals and criminals, he never thought that he would have such a day?

The only difference is that the guillotine has been replaced with an altar, and the ghost head knife has been replaced with a spiritual root?

At this moment, he began to think about whether all that he had done was worthwhile. Is it worth it?

According to his design, if you want to realize your ambitions, you must have strength, if you want to have strength, you must practice, if you want to practice, you can't be so immortal, and the spiritual opportunity he feels can't help him practice, so change a spiritual root, and if you want to change a spiritual root, you must first extract the old spiritual root......

If he can't do it himself, he can only do it for him by the Daomen!

It's a big gamble, even if the chances are slim, it's better than a lifetime of mediocrity.

…… At noon, the yang energy was at its peak, and everyone's eyes were full of flowers, and a high-crowned Taoist suddenly appeared in front of the altar, as if he was standing in that place, this was probably Xiao Zhenren who presided over this prayer, right?

All the ways gave salutes, Xiao Zhenren stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky, and he didn't know what opportunity he was waiting for?

A moment later, the auspicious time had arrived, Xiao Zhenren raised his hands slightly, pinched out all kinds of complicated handprints, and with his movements, the entire altar began to hum, and at the same time, a subdued voice came out of his mouth,

“…… The beginning of all things without a name, there is the beginning of a hundred spirits. Silence takes the Dan Qi, and Xuan Ming is on the jade void. Sanyuan with the construction of the festival, eight scenes back to the public. The red phoenix came to the seal, and the blue bird entered the book. The bad machine is still a machine, and the dead fish is still a fish. Perched in the heart of the bath day hall, the joy of the cloud market ......"