In response to that sentence, each person has his own fate, and each person has his own creation.

Some people do bad things with good intentions, some people do good things with bad intentions, and the causes and conditions converge, each of them has its own path, whether it is good or bad, it is all up to you to decide.

A heavy rain is just like the starting point, nourishing all beings, but it can't determine the end.

"Creation makes people."

Qin Shou, the watchman, sighed with emotion and walked towards the academy in the center of Zhuxian Town, his pace was steady and fast, his expression was dignified and solemn, not like an errand officer who reported the news, but like a small official told by his boss.

The world of Kyushu, the West Niu Hezhou worships Buddha, the East wins the Shenzhou to the road, the north Ju Luzhou is occupied by demons, and has always paid attention to the weak and the strong, and the south Zhan Buzhou, humanity is prosperous, sages, and saints are countless.

Confucianism, sacrifice, and holding is the right to sacrifice to the gods.

After the rain, the streets of Fulu Lane are paved with blue bricks and stone slabs, and the water droplets rise and fall, but they have a bit of beauty, and the roads in Fallen Leaf Lane are becoming more and more muddy.

The intermittent noise came from the fallen leaf alley, the muddy road did not stop the road, some people could sit and watch the scenery of the falling rain, some people needed to collect clothes in the rain, and some people were thinking about whether the muddy road would affect the trip when they went to work tomorrow.

The same thing has different effects on different people.

The penultimate row of Fallen Leaf Lane is Chen Changsheng's yard, today there was a heavy rain of spiritual energy, and the fate was scattered in the world, each relying on the opportunity, but he was worried about whether the rain would get a cold, so he didn't take half a step out of his house.

"If you get sick, you're going to die."

Chen Changsheng looked at the sound of rain ticking outside the window, and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, if he died, would he go to the legendary Netherworld, would he see his grandmother, would he see his father, and his mother.

If the family can be reunited, then death does not seem so terrible.

Standing in front of the threshold for a long time, time passed little by little, and Chen Changsheng didn't take that step after all, because he sounded his name - Changsheng.

His parents gave him this name in the hope that he could live well, and if he died now, what face would he have to see them in the Netherworld.

"Although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots, and although the Dharma is wide, it does not affect the people who have no fate."

Lu Daoren, a Taoist priest, opened and closed his mouth is full of Zen principles, looked at the direction of Fallen Leaf Lane, shook his head slightly, and said: "This kid is like a duckweed without roots, there is a gap at the bottom of the bottle of water, even if it is a blessing from heaven, it will still slip away." ”

"Hehe, there is no blessing but woe, there will be a lot of outsiders in the town next, do you think he can get through this hurdle?"

Shen Gongbao said indifferently: "I am in charge of disasters and disasters, who dares to say good fortune." ”

"Great calamity, there must be great creation, all kinds of calamities are coming, but there is a glimmer of life in the desperate place."

"Desperate for life? Yin Virtue. Lu Daoren muttered: "Yin virtue is indeed a good way, but this Chen family in Zhu Xian Town has already declined, and where there is excess Yin virtue to shelter, it is said that the ancestors bless." ”

"As everyone knows, the ancestors are difficult to protect themselves, and the mud bodhisattva crosses the river."

"Heaven has no relatives, and it is always good people." Shen Gongbao slowly raised his hand, used his fingers as a sword, and slashed towards the fallen leaf alley, and in an instant, Zhu Xianzhen shook, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

The qi of the entire heaven and earth suddenly changed.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

Three bells rang in a row, some from the academy, some from the temple, and some from the Taoist temple.

"Good, good."

In Zhuxian Town, on Jizu Mountain, a monk named Kuduo folded his hands, sighed that all beings were equal, and then knocked his wooden fish.

And in Zhuxian Town, and even in the entire Feng County, an old Taoist priest in the only Taoist temple heard the bell, sighed, turned over and fell asleep again.

In the academy in the center of the town, Mr. Wang, dressed in white, looked at the sky, shook his head, turned around and followed the students of the school to say Wen Jiezi: "Wuzi, Zhige, evolved from Wu characters. In ancient times, there were great witches, who danced in battle. ”

"Martial arts, dance, and witchcraft are inherited in one line, and they have evolved from ancient times to the present."

"The Daomen also has a reference, and the name is Tagang Budou."

is different from Xu Laodao, a nameless and surnameless Taoist priest, the place where the bell rings is a holy place with a spectrum, if you trace the source all the way, you can be involved in the saints of the three sects.

Lu Daoren's eyes changed suddenly, and he lowered his voice and said, "Fellow Daoist, what do you want to do?" ”

"Just do an experiment."

Shen Gongbao smiled indifferently, if Zhu Xianzhen really had the power of doom, no one was more qualified than Chen Changsheng to attract that potential power.

In the place where the true dragon falls and the dragon vein, it is normal for people with great luck to be born.

Like Chen Changsheng, who was unlucky to be like this, there was no trace of luck on his body, but it was abnormal.

Then, he added a stroke and took a look at what secrets Zhu Xianzhen was hiding.

Five thousand years ago, the golden-winged Dapeng bird chased and killed the true dragon, and the true dragon fled all the way south to Zhuxian Town, why did the real dragon flee to Zhuxian Town.

Could it be that the red bearded dragon felt that Zhu Xianzhen had a power that could save his life and deal with the golden-winged Dapeng bird from the Buddhist sect.

What is the most restrained force against Buddhism?!

"Doom...... Or the end of the law. ”

Shen Gongbao's eyes were deep, looking at the changes in the Fallen Leaves Alley, looking at the vigorous disaster, blessings and misfortunes, and the end of the road, whether it could manifest a glimmer of life.

"The end of luck, the end of the law?"

Lu Shadao sighed and said leisurely: "What is the mere aura. ”

"Then Zhu Xianzhen, is it considered the land of the end of the law?"

Shen Gongbao asked rhetorically: "When the end comes, the saint comes out, how similar." ”

"The end of the law is only in the hearts of the people, the cultivation of strength is not the cultivation of the mind, a fool in the ages, the cultivation of the mind is not the cultivation of strength, and it is useless to be a scholar."

Lu Shadao pondered for a moment and said: "Double cultivation of mental strength, unity of knowledge and action, difficult, difficult, difficult, difficult ......"

"But, in other words, if a saint comes out, Zhu Xianzhen will be useless." Shen Gongbao said leisurely: "Then, I can take the things here." ”

Lu Shadao suddenly said bitterly: "Such a big problem, my little Taoist priest really can't bear it, let's let the Bodhisattva and the Buddha fight." ”

"In the world of Kyushu, who speaks works." Shen Gongbao asked curiously

Lu Shadao has already judged in his heart that this is an old antique that has been sleeping for I don't know how many years, maybe he didn't even participate in the battle back then, so he might as well mention one or two points, so as to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Daoren replied: "Since the First World War 100,000 years ago, the world has been divided into nine parts, five continents, and four small continents. ”

"Emperor Wu of Middle Earth Shenzhou, Dao Ancestor of Dongsheng Shenzhou, Master of Nanzhan Buzhou, Buddha of West Niu He Continent, and Demon Emperor of North Julu Continent."

"Three Sect Leader Saints, two Emperors, what you say works."

"In addition, when the five patriarchs of the hundred schools disagree, they can insert a sentence or two."

"Fellow Daoists, today, 100,000 years later, is completely different from 100,000 years ago."

"Those three sect leader saints, two emperors, what kind of cultivation are they?" Shen Gongbao said, but his eyes looked at the sky, his eyes were deep, and he saw that there was a broken cave floating in the sky outside the sky, in the endless starry sky.

It's not a space ring, it's not a spiritual realm blessed land, it's a genuine Tianxian Cave Heaven, which is now crippled and floating in the sky.

……

In front of the archway of Zhuxian Town, a group of outsiders are waiting for the gate to open, and the heavy rain of aura in the sky is an omen, and when the rain passes, it is the opportunity.

Zhu Xianzhen's power of the end law will be weakened to a certain extent, which is the omen of the switch, and people outside can also take advantage of the weakening of the end law to enter it, explore, collect apprentices, and hunt for treasures......

In the eyes of the monks of the outside world, Zhuxian Town is not a town, but a forbidden place, a secret realm.

There are all the things that are not in the outside world, and there are all the things that are not in the outside world, and there are people in Zhu Xianzhen.

"Is Zhu Xianzhen really so mysterious?"

"Can the materials of the earth immortals be produced in batches?!"

One of the golden-clothed young men asked casually, "Several sects regularly come to select cultivation seeds, just like Ka leeks, wave after wave. ”

"Zeng'er." On the side of the golden-clothed young man, an old man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes and a kind face said with a smile: "The power of the true dragon, how is it ordinary, I don't know how many immortal seeds have been produced in the past five thousand years, but the sect can be guaranteed to last forever, and it will not be green and yellow." ”

"What is the use of asking for a group of gold pills, Yuanying's waste."

The golden-clothed young man disdained the Tao and regarded the outside world as the highest level of the Ten Realms of the Immortal Dao, which was devalued to the point of being worthless, however, the old Taoist priest did not have the slightest displeasure.

Other outsiders, when they heard this sentence, they just smiled indifferently, even if they frowned, it was only for the teenager, not for this sentence.

It seems that in the outside world, the Yuanying real person who can be a real national teacher is really a waste in their eyes.

"The surname is Hai, what do you know?"

A graceful woman in luxurious costumes and wearing a swaying head chuckled: "Cultivation Seeds, this is only a small harvest, the real big harvest is those dragon qi princes." ”

"You can know how many small countries and how many big countries there are in Nanzhan Buzhou."

The gold-clothed young man rolled his eyes and said: "Seventy-two small countries, thirty-six big countries, the Qian Dynasty where Zhu Xianzhen is located is one of the small countries, who doesn't know this kind of common sense." ”

The graceful woman's eyes flowed, like ripples, and she said leisurely: "Of these one hundred and eight numbers, nearly half of the founding ancestors originated from Zhu Xian Town, and even the ancestors of the Giant Tang Dynasty of the Heavenly Dynasty are also said to be related to Zhu Xian Town. ”

When it comes to the four characters of the Giant Tang Dynasty of the Celestial Dynasty, outsiders look sideways slightly, and the young man in gold is rarely a little serious: "The ancestor of the Giant Tang Dynasty also originated from Zhu Xianzhen?" ”

There are many countries in the Southern Zhanbu Continent, not as strong as the three-legged Divine Prefecture of Middle Earth, and the country is powerful, so many immortal sects regard small countries as playthings, if it were not forbidden, there would definitely be a tragedy of monks slaughtering hundreds of millions of people refining magic weapons.

However, among the many kingdoms, the Jutang Dynasty is known as the Celestial Empire, and it is the only dynasty that can be compared with the Immortal Sect.

Jutang, is no longer a human dynasty, but a fairy dynasty, it is said that there is a leading general known as the king of heaven, a tower to suppress 100,000 demons, there is a royal history of the Yuan Shen travel, night dreams to kill the demon dragon.

Immortal monks can act recklessly in small countries, but when they reach the territory of Jutang, they must obey the law like mortals.

The ancestor who created such an immortal dynasty actually originated from Zhuxian Town.

"No wonder those guys from the True Xuanzong actually carried a sedan chair to greet them." The golden-clothed young man snorted, and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes: "I thought they were here to pick up the waste, but now it seems that they are preparing to bet on the treasure and win the merit of the dragon." ”

In an instant, the golden boy and jade girl who was carrying the eight sedan chairs of Zhenxuanzong slowly turned around, staring at the golden-clothed young man, with an indescribable weirdness.

"Shut up!"

The old Taoist priest, who had always spoiled the young man, frowned, and snorted: "Don't mention the matter of the True Xuanzong again." ”

The gold-clothed young man was slightly stunned, and then retracted his expression, he was just bad, not stupid.

If he was stupid and bad, he would have been cut down by those sword immortals who acted for the heavens, even if the sect avenged him in the future, he would have already died, and he would have a fart.

The old Taoist priest turned around and bowed to Zhenxuanzong: "Tong Yan is unscrupulous, and I hope that Taoist friends will forgive me." ”

Inside the eight-lift sedan chair, the man with a short stature and a vicissitudes of life slowly walked out and glanced at the old Taoist, just about to say something, suddenly the town roared, and the sky was wide open, and people could be passed.

The man with a vicissitudes of life waved his hand and led the team forward, ignoring nothing else.

The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, although he fought with the True Xuanzong, he asked Tianzong if he was not afraid, but Zhu Xianzhen was opened, and instead of fighting for the opportunity, it was extremely stupid to fight.

Looking at the distant figure of the True Xuanzong team, the golden-clothed young man was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Master, who is the True Xuanzong going to pick up?" ”

The old Taoist priest's expression was unpredictable, and he muttered in a low voice: "Zhu Xianzhen, Zhu Immortal Array...... Could it be that the rumors are true, there are really immortals who fell here and were reincarnated. ”

The old Taoist priest himself is an immortal, and the immortal in his mouth is naturally not those Jindan Yuan Infants, the secondary, the secondary, and the existence to be promoted.

"Immortals?"

The golden-clothed young man's eyes moved, and he asked tentatively: "Master, I once saw a sentence in ancient books, gods and men are the heavens, saints are the earth, and immortals are the wind and rain......"

"Presumptuous!"

The old Taoist priest was furious for the first time, even if the golden-clothed young man offended the true Xuanzong, he still spoiled him, but at this moment, he directly slapped the golden-clothed young man's face swollen.

"Kneel, kowtow!"

"That's what you should say."

The old Taoist priest scolded sharply, pointed in three directions and said: "Three bows and nine bows, sincerely admit your mistakes." ”

The golden-clothed young man who was about to be beaten into a pig's head had tears in his eyes, his master had never beaten him like this, even if he led the beast to eat people, he only scolded one or two, but today is different.

As a master and apprentice, the golden-clothed young man Hai had known his master very well, and he could hear a trace of fear hidden in the old Taoist's extreme anger.

Practicing evil and still living until now, Hai Zeng only understands two truths, the first truth is who can offend and who can't offend.

The second truth is that Master will not harm him.

So Hai Zeng bowed down and kowtowed to apologize.

Seeing this, the monks of other sects and forces changed color one after another, as if hiding from the plague god, avoiding the master and apprentice.

The graceful woman also walked away quickly, her heart was extremely awe-inspiring, Hai had a similar identity to her, but she ended up like this, and at the same time, a trace of horror appeared in her heart.

Ancient books, she had also read.

The earth immortals in ancient times are different from the earth immortals today.

The gods and men are the heavens, referring to the time when the gods ruled the heavens, and in that era, the gods were all ants, and the gods looked at them monks in no different way than they looked at mortals.

Whereas...... The main land of the saint means that the saint is in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and he is in charge of the blessed land and the cave sky, which is called the land immortal.

(End of chapter)