In the infinite time and space, in a certain martial arts world.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

The immortals caressed my top and gave me immortality. ”

The mysterious Dao song wafted into the secret room of the Shen family's Baiyun Village, the first family of martial arts, and Shen Tianjun, known as the Baiyun Sword Immortal, was retreating inside.

It is said to be a retreat, but in fact it is waiting for death.

He didn't reach the twilight of his life, but he failed to break through the God Refining Realm and ran out of qi and blood. If it weren't for the fact that there was a trace of sword intent on his body that barely maintained his vitality, he would have been buried in the loess a long time ago.

The secret room of Baiyunzhuang is impenetrable, even if there is thunder outside, there will be no movement inside.

But this mysterious Taoist song reached the ears of Shen Tianjun, who was about to enter the earth.

In the end, he is one of the strongest people in the world, even if the oil runs out and the lamp is dry, his ear power is beyond the reach of ordinary people. At this moment, he could not hear the source of the voice.

Shen Tianjun was very sure that the gate of Baiyun Cave was not opened, and it was impossible for outsiders to sneak in.

Even the top Qianli Transmission Kung Fu in the rivers and lakes would never be able to go deep into the secret room he was in.

The chamber was empty, and the sound of singing lingered in it.

Even if Shen Tianjun didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he couldn't help but suspect that there were really some gods, demons and monsters at this time.

In his scene, there are gods, demons and monsters in the world, which is really a good thing.

"The immortals touched my top, and the knot gave me immortality! I don't want to be granted immortality by the immortals, but I want to be able to break through the realm of practicing gods, prolong my life for a hundred years, and get a glimpse of a higher level of swordsmanship, which is enough in this life. He thought to himself.

If so.

He felt a warm breath on the top of his head, as if someone was touching the top of his head, and the entrance of heaven and earth that was bothering him suddenly opened, and the realm of refining gods, which he couldn't break through with all his life's qi and blood, was like window paper.

His body, which had been exhausted by oil and lamp, was like dry soil, but it became moist again, and a new vitality gushed out of his body, and his life at the end of his life was thus extended.

It was nothing short of miraculous.

The face that is invisible, which is moody on weekdays, gives birth to an uncontrollable excitement.

He has never respected ghosts and gods, and at this time he is grateful to the gods and Buddhas in his heart, and one of them must have reached out to him.

"I'm not a god or Buddha."

A voice wafted from the secret room, no different from the previous Dao song.

Shen Tianjun was shocked in his heart, and then said in awe: "Dare to ask who Zunjia is, the grace of saving lives and preaching, Shen Tianjun will never forget." ”

"People in the rivers and lakes, no name and no surname, you can call me a credit person."

Shen Tianjun rummaged through his mind, and he couldn't remember that there was such a person as a credit person in the rivers and lakes. But the other party's means, such as land immortals, are unfathomable, and even if the other party has any purpose for saving him, he is only grateful, and he only dares to be grateful.

"The grace of saving lives is like a mountain and a sea, Shen Tianjun doesn't dare not repay it, and he also asks for his grace to show it publicly, how can he repay the favor?" Shen Tianjun nodded at the void.

The voice fluttered and reached Shen Tianjun's ears, "I will give you the way of refining the gods on credit, if anyone comes to you in the name of a person on credit in the future, you have to agree to what he wants you to do." Otherwise, if it can give you credit, it can also be taken back. ”

As soon as he said this, the voice dissipated in the secret room.

No matter how much Ren Shen Tianjun asked, there was no response. If it weren't for the continuation of the vitality in his body, he had already broken through to the realm of entering the gods, he would really think that he had had a big dream.

…

…

Surrounded by peaks, in the Shaolin Temple, there are bells ringing melodiously.

A ripple like a breeze, along with the sound of the bell, blended into the monks who were doing morning classes in the temple.

With a shiver, one of the young monks opened his eyes.

Morning class is over.

Stretched.

The young man next to him blinked, "Senior brother, you are sleeping while you are doing morning class again." ”

The young monk who was called Yixin seemed to be stepping on his tail, looked left and right, and then knocked on the bald head of the little novice, "Junbao, don't talk nonsense, I have been chanting the scriptures." ”

The young man named Junbao was full of disbelief.

The young monk no longer paid attention to Junbao, and thought: "This kid looks so stupid, is it the embodiment of Zhenwu?" ”

The young monk was none other than Qin Chuan.

Amitabha is a good means, and he forcibly let him incarnate in one life and fall into the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism.

When he was reciting the scriptures, he swam out and saw if the back could have an impact on Amitabha's layout.

This is a martial arts world, but it is also a tomb of innate gods and demons. (End of chapter)