"Xiyi Daoyou."

"That doesn't seem to be in order."

Mr. Wang stood in the academy, looking at the heavens and the earth like a god, and knew everything about Zhu Xianzhen, but he just glanced at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The sleeping old Taoist in the Taoist temple stretched his waist, but he still didn't wake up, as if he was dreaming: "I didn't do anything if I had a murderous intention, and the sage still didn't care about his deeds, so why bother criticizing mortals." ”

"It's a big bad rule, if you kill someone, according to Zhu Xianzhen's rules, you should have a life for a life, but he didn't kill it."

"Punish him for not being allowed to enter Zhuxian Town, all kinds of creations have no chance for him, trapped in one realm, he can't break through in this life, life is better than death."

"Mr. Wang, isn't it enough for the saint to forgive?"

For a monk, the most uncomfortable thing is not to kill him, but to put a great opportunity in front of him, and then forcibly deprive him of it, so that he will live in regret for the rest of his life.

For a cultivator, the lack of the Great Dao is even more uncomfortable than killing oneself.

Mr. Wang laughed, stood up with his hands in his hands, and said, "The current cultivators, how can they still look like cultivators, they are all cultivating immortals. ”

Cultivators and immortal cultivators are completely two different concepts, the former has skills, methods, and the Tao, and has its own principles of cultivation, its own ultimate goal, and is willing to die for the Tao.

However, immortal cultivators are different, they are not cultivating the Tao, they are immortals.

What is an immortal? Immortal, supernatural, high, transcendent, this is an immortal.

Cultivators cultivate with both mental strength, while immortal cultivators only pursue strength and climb the top of the avenue by unscrupulous means.

It is biased to use the standards of cultivators to measure an immortal cultivator.

"Then Mr. Wang can punish him."

Xiyi Daoist just said indifferently: "Why bother to ask the poor Dao." ”

"It's my father's fault if I don't teach it. If the teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy. ”

Mr. Wang said indifferently, the exquisite jade plate on his waist sounded, flying and undulating, like the decree of a god and man, the heaven and the earth moved, the avenue followed, and the words and the law followed, nothing more than this.

Hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers, at the foot of the mountain gate of Tianzong, a Confucian in a green shirt listened to the voice of the white jade pendant on his waist, smiled slightly, bowed and said, "Sir, the disciple understands." ”

Hai Zeng only had the intention of killing, and did not use his hands, so he could not be punished, because the saint did not care about his deeds.

Hai Zeng's master broke the rules, and according to Mr. Wang's intentions, he was to be punished heavily.

However, the Xiyi Dao people have already been punished, and Mr. Wang is not good at punishing the second time.

So, let's find Master Haizeng's master, ask the ancestors of Tianzong, and settle accounts with the ancestors.

The green-shirted Confucian man swayed his sleeves, climbed the mountain, and laughed loudly: "Ask the flying king bastard of the Heavenly Sect...... Lao Tzu has come to demolish your ancestral hall! ”

The huge mountain peaks suddenly appeared with a thousand rays of light, and one after another formations opened, and one by one the venerable monks' swords walked across the sky.

There are not only Jin Dan, Yuan Ying Monks, but even a few vigorous Yuan Shen breaths rushing into the sky.

Jindan Yuanying is an immortal in the eyes of secular people, but for monks, only when they cultivate to become a primordial god can they be called immortals.

Only sects with monks above the primordial god can be called immortal sects.

Shen Gongbao's thoughts flowed, as if he had also seen this scene, and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Wang's disciple, what a true temperament." ”

"Vulgar."

Mr. Wang, who was in the academy, shook his head helplessly and spit out two words.

The green-shirted Confucian priest's expression froze, and in the face of the hundreds of monks of the Wentian Sect who were waiting for him, he changed his tone and said: "The person who fights the basket, what is enough." ”

Cultural people scold people, pay attention to not swearing words.

………

Settle accounts and settle accounts, save people and save people, there are people who demolish the ancestral hall outside hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers, and the young people in the little Zhuxian Town are dying.

Xu Laodao knelt down and pleaded bitterly, kowtowing to the four directions of heaven and earth, he knew that there were many big people in the town, far better than the land immortals in the mouth of mortals.

As long as they are willing to take action, it is more than enough to save Chen Changsheng's life.

In the first household of Tianxiang Street, an old man who looks like a god, with blue hair and golden eyes, sits on the chair of the Taishi, as if he is really a god above the nine heavens, looking down on all beings on the earth, no matter how immortal is an ant.

A booklet appeared in his hand, like a book of life and death, recording the life and death of all living beings, and the changes in luck.

Whether it is the death of Zhu Xianzhen's ants or the fall of the Nine Heavens Immortals, it is not worth his pen.

In a side room in Houde Lane, there was a tall silver-haired woman who was as cold as frost, practicing boxing one by one, and out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the graceful and luxurious woman who had talked to Hai Zeng before, and said without a trace of emotion: "Do you know why my generation of martial artists can suppress the qi refiner." ”

The noble woman ignored the dust on the ground, knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed, and said: "Since ancient times, there has been a shortage of heavenly principles, resulting in a shortage of martial artists who should have ascended to heaven and become gods, but they are also favored by heaven. ”

However, the Qi Refiner was jealous of stealing the Heavenly Machine's aura, and when he fought against the martial arts, he was often suppressed, and he had to be at a higher level to fight. ”

"Now you can be regarded as a golden pill, and you can live for thousands of years if you keep going." The silver-haired tall woman said indifferently: "Martial arts cultivation, two hundred years is the limit, are you willing to give up?" ”

The luxurious woman raised her head suddenly, her eyes did not hide her naked ambition at all, it was as hot as a raging flame, and said in a deep voice: "How about mediocrity for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, it is better to live happily for decades and see the romance of Kyushu in the world!" ”

Cultivating immortals may have a future in other countries, refining to the Jindan Yuanying, and being able to mix the position of a national teacher and a real person, which can be called one person under ten thousand people.

However, in the Giant Tang Dynasty Immortal Dynasty, the imperial history of the night tour to kill the demon dragon, the Heavenly King Tota Town Ten Thousand Demons, the eighteen bachelors drank away the ghost king, and the twenty-four heroes suppressed the Immortal Sect, so that the immortal cultivation was not until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse to win the throne.

In the end, it is just twenty-four heroes who become twenty-five heroes.

Only by practicing martial arts can we ignite the luck of a lifetime, sublimate the extreme realm, step to the peak in the fastest time, take charge of the towering imperial power, and stand under the hundreds of millions of living beings.

Moreover, martial arts training is not a dead end, and the one in front of you is the biggest example

"Then go to the backyard to practice."

The silver-haired martial god punched out, mercilessly smashing the golden pill of the woman in the gorgeous costume, and in an instant, the originally young and beautiful woman suddenly had gray hair, gave birth to goosebumps, and became an old woman.

The old woman was overjoyed, kowtowed again and again, and when she got up and opened the backyard gate, she suddenly felt like she had fallen into the cold ice, trembling and chilling.

In the backyard, piles of white bones are piled up, and mossy tombstones stand like a mass grave.

The ruthless voice of the silver-haired martial god sounded again: "In five thousand years, you are not the first, and I don't think you will be the last. ”

Die and die, there is no pity.

Who in the world can not die?

Let you be peerless, peerless, in the end it will be just a piece of loess.

Let you have ice muscles and jade bones, the world is gorgeous, and in the end you are also a pink skeleton, ridiculous and pathetic;

Let you be a generation of Tianjiao, sitting on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and there is no enemy in the world, after all, you are only a few lines of names and surnames in history.

A generation of new people replace the old people, seeing the tall buildings rise, seeing the heavenly court collapse, the gods and stars falling like jade, and the immortals rising to the earth, after all, they are passers-by.

What can really survive is the weed, which goes from spring to autumn, withered and glorious, yellow and grown.

"Good, good."

"All beings are equal."

In the temple, the monk Kuduo silently recited the scriptures, but his eyes looked at the red five-clawed leaskin snake with long horns on the beam of the house, as if hoping that it would be able to make a move.

As a result, the Laipi snake snorted coldly, and spit out two white gases from its nostrils, which turned a deaf ear and pretended not to have heard it.

Five thousand years have passed, and Zhu Xianzhen is finally about to usher in the most critical moment, and he can also be trapped in the dragon and ascend to heaven and live out the second life.

Spend your energy on this ant, don't even think about it.

The real dragon is silent!

"All living beings are suffering." Monk Kuduo folded his hands and sighed, he felt that for so many years, this guy had not listened to a word of Buddhism, and he did not have any compassion.

But what could he ask for?

Forcibly oppress this Lai Skin Snake to spit out the true yuan, what is the difference between a monk and this Lai Skin Snake.

Do unto others as you would have them do to you.

Just like Mr. Wang can't get out of the academy, he can only let his disciples ask Tianzong for questioning, how can a monk get out of the temple.

After thinking about it again and again, the monk Kuduo asked the novice to pick a Bodhi leaf, and wrote four big characters with a pen, scattering a little Buddha light.

- Seek for yourself.

The mud bodhisattva crossing the river is difficult to protect itself, and the only thing he can ask for is himself.

A Bodhi leaf is not an immortal elixir, it can make people live a second life, it can only continue life, not save life.

A mortal was struck by the monk in anger and did not die on the spot, but his internal organs had already rotted into a mess of mud, and his limbs were broken by powder.

If you want to save life, the difficulty is not just as simple as flesh and bones, but soars to the extent of recasting the flesh and creating a man.

But, who is willing to spend an elixir, a miracle elixir, to save a mortal who has no roots.

"Elixir, I have it."

Shen Gongbao said with a smile

"Really?"

Mr. Wang was a little surprised, his original idea was to hit Lu Shadaoren, preparing to make the emperor bleed profusely.

After all, back then, Heavenly Court collapsed, and many things in the Heavenly Court's treasure house were missing, and the Heavenly Emperor was the biggest suspect target for self-theft.

"You want a few."

Shen Gongbao smiled indifferently, and a crimson gourd appeared in his hand.

In the Nine Heavens Cave, the Yuanyang boy who had worked hard to refine the pill found that his elixir was missing, and immediately let out a miserable scream.

"What does Shen Daoyou want?"

Mr. Wang asked rhetorically, there is no love without a reason in the world, and there is no hate without a reason.

Chen Changsheng's characteristics can attract Shen Gongbao's attention and concern, but this curiosity is far less than an elixir.

So Shen Gongbao asked for something else.

"I want that sword."

Shen Gongbao pointed to the south side of the stone bridge, the immortal sword that suppressed ten thousand laws, and said with a slight smile: "That should be the source of the power of Zhu Xianzhen's final law." ”

Mr. Wang was silent for a moment, and after a while, he slowly replied: "This sword is not used to suppress the real dragon. ”

"I know that the real dragon doesn't have this face yet."

Shen Gongbao said indifferently: "You don't need the sword of the end of the law to kill a true dragon, and you don't need the sword of the end of the law to suppress a true dragon." ”

"This sword of the end of the law should be there to deal with those ancient existences."

Since entering Zhuxian Town, Shen Gongbao has found that this town is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, there are mysteries everywhere, and there are small places, I don't know how many monsters are hidden.

Mr. Wang nodded and smiled bitterly: "Daoist friends see it clearly." ”

"The layout of Zhuxian Town today is largely responsible for supervising those ancient existences."

"Back then, the heavens collapsed, the stars fell like rain, I don't know how many immortals fell and reincarnated in Zhuxian Town, and the immortals had their own descendants to take them back, and the sages of the three sects would also open up for the sake of the war exploits of the year, allowing them not to enter the reincarnation, awaken the mystery in the womb, and send a few heavy weapons to thank them for their merits."

"The quota for those outsiders to enter Zhuxian Town is basically derived from this, and the ancestors have more or less participated in the battle of Cutting Heaven."

"But, those evil gods ......"

"How about I take those evil gods?" Shen Gongbao stretched out his hand and interrupted: "I guarantee that they will not be evil in this realm, and they will not appear in the Nine Continents of the World." ”

Mr. Wang was suddenly solemn: "This is true!" ”

"It's hard to chase a horse if you say it." Shen Gongbao said with a smile: "The Kyushu of the world is very big, but it is too small for people like us, it is better to go to the outer heavens." ”

Shen Gongbao didn't speak, the outside world is very large, the extraterritorial starry sky is the outside world, and Da Luotian is also the outer sky.

For the creatures on a star, the Milky Way and the universe are both outside.

Mr. Wang pondered for a moment, and said with emotion: "I see, it is said that when the heavenly court did not collapse, it ruled many stars, and it is said that one immortal sect, a flying monk occupies a star, and an earth immortal saint dominates a star field. ”

"Heavenly Court is above the galaxy, and it is everywhere."

"When I wanted to come to ancient times, Daoyou was also the lord of the stars, and I hated that the current Jiuzhou world was too small, and I wanted to recruit troops and open up outward."

"Almost, almost."

Shen Gongbao smiled slightly, having seen the scenery of the Flood Desolation Lord Heavenly Realm and the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, he naturally would not bind his heart to a star, and would not indulge in the struggle for power and profit.

Man can be humble as an ant, but he must also learn to look up at the starry sky.

"Then congratulations to Daoyou for taking the first step."

Mr. Wang congratulated, but said a little melancholy: "Daoist friends can leave if they want to, but I can't go, the situation in Kyushu is too complicated today." ”

"Three religions and hundreds of schools, intricate, internal friction with each other, one continent after another, no leader was elected."

"The three teachings can still complement each other, but the contradictions between the human emperor and the demon emperor are difficult to reconcile."

"If I can become holy, maybe I may join forces with the saints of the three sects to suppress the contradictions between the demons and demons, and combine the power of the three sects and hundreds of schools to open up the starry sky."

"If it doesn't work, the five Earth Immortal Saints will play games with each other and compete for leadership, and they won't stop every day if they don't succeed."

"Mr. Wang cares about the internal robbery, and I will help one or two external disasters." Shen Gongbao promised: "When the saint comes out, the law is gone." ”

"You are sanctified, I take the sword, this is a win-win situation, you can cooperate one or two."

"This elixir is my sincerity."

"Good!" Mr. Wang nodded in agreement, but he speculated in his heart.

He originally thought that Shen Gongbao was similar to himself, a great monk who had stepped into the realm of the Saint Sect Master with one foot.

But, the more I look at it now, the more I feel that this person has already stepped forward with both feet.

(End of chapter)