The voice of the master of the Tibetan Peak Peak out of the hall quickly came out of his mouth, and he heard it one after another, because the tongue sound was a little rough, and it became a stool, and others who said this meaning widened their eyes, is this true or false?

Li Shuishan stepped into a formation, and the old man who was also wearing a blue robe behind him twisted a leaf intentionally or unintentionally, gently dragged the texture on it, touched it and sighed, this walk shocked the entire Zhufeng monks. The newly arrived Shaofeng Lord disappeared like this, and in the formation of the Yellow Ring, the low-pressure aura in the sky also prompted more sea monsters to take the opportunity to attack the remaining two execution grounds.

The fierce monks guarding the town drew their swords and killed, and the ninth layer began to mess up again, but this atmosphere was handed over to an old man standing at the door of the temple, and he shouted angrily to the people outside: "You all hurry up and stop, the aura and artistic conception of this mountain and sea have already changed masters, take a few steps back and shout, the peak master is coming, they will stop." ”

All the monks' eyes widened, and they made a trumpet with their palms as he commanded, "The peak master is here!"

The old madman raised his head, and flew into the air with a look of spirit, such news spread ten times to hundreds, it turned out that the news of which one was out of the house was fake, and the angry old man who was still entangled in this matter patted his thigh, and threw himself at the five-body body that the figure in the sky admired first: "Please take action to stop the attack of the demon beast!"

Is the peak master really coming?

This question has always echoed in every monk on the ninth floor.

There was a bloated monk sitting in the Cangtian Palace, he looked at the shadow of the sky in an eclectic manner, gnawed on the chicken legs, and said in his mouth, he couldn't eat or eat, the more he ate, the fatter he became, a young man appeared next to him, he looked at the sky, and said lightly: "His master." ”

All the voices converged into one sentence, "The peak master is here!"

The sea monster really retreated, and the old madman just wanted to take the first step, but he saw that all the people lowered their heads, as if the matter of the sea monster surpassed the light on him, so he stepped back lightly, walked into the main hall, sat on the chair, and said vicissitudes: "What fucking bullshit." ”

Li Shuishan and the vicissitudes of life behind him walked out of the formation, and the place he saw was the place of the ten altars, and a corpse was lying on the ground, he glanced at it lightly, remembered the distance he had traveled, and did not say a word. The old madman followed him and watched without saying a word. The empty breath under the altar still hides the dragon aura that has not left, am you afraid that it is because of love for home and this place that has been with them for a long time?

The old madman raised his hand and grabbed it down, twisted all the dragon qi into a catkins, and gently held it in his hand. The young man in front of him was reluctant to take a look, this was also his painful memory, he had been looking for news about the rotten bamboo and the dry cicada Dao people, and until today, there was no news. Is it really because they don't want to see a young man grow up? Obviously, this suspicion is wrong.

The Dry Cicada Daoist kept running around in the crowd, he wanted to find the entrance to the tenth layer, but it was difficult to step up with the resources on his body, he had also cried, why couldn't he see the road of the tenth layer, could his fourth dry cicada sound be able to sound?

Rotten bamboo looked at the north-facing mountain peak in the distance, where was the Tibetan Peak Palace, but the information he was waiting for was crumpled in his heart, he didn't know if he would see an old man with a pale face coming from a distance, followed by a young man, if he was still the same as before.

The group went away, and saw the Peach Blossom Land again, the passage was locked, and the old madman had already felt a faint breath, and they chose to use an ordinary person to walk in. The little girl grows up, and his father has long since left to find his dreams, but also to make a choice for the sake of the whole village.

The old madman's attention was obviously the scarecrow, he stepped forward, grabbed it fiercely, lifted it up directly, and asked lightly: "Who created you?"

This sentence seemed prosaic, but it exploded in the world of the scarecrow, making him tremble and say, "When the master comes back, he will kill you." ”

The old madman threw him aside, and said lightly: "Huang Qingfeng, right? I have fought with him before, this person is indeed a genius, but God is jealous of the talent, your existence may leave him a glimmer of life, I don't need to kill them all, you should keep your peach blossom source well, and wait for him to return." ”

Li Shuishan watched the old madman turn around and leave with a serious face, and the people of the whole village watched Li Shuishan walk away with a hint of doubt and incomprehension, but he couldn't say anything, nodded and walked out.

There is a legend of ghosts in the mountains, attracting many people to run frantically, to see if there is anything else in this place that is not looking for, the breath of the ghost saint has not dissipated, the old face of the legend of Fengtian has emerged, swallowing a lot of monks in one bite, they are running frantically, and it is difficult to stop the ghost saint's magic power to cover the sky with one hand.

The miserable cries echoed in the night, and they rebuked in their hearts that the monk who said that there was a ghost in the mountain had become a fool and gossiped nonsense.

Li Shuishan stood on the clouds in the distance, looking at the monks who were scattered and fleeing in the distance, and the old madman smiled.

"You see they are leaving like lost dogs, and they are a bunch of monks who don't know right from wrong. Sometimes the ninth layer of mountains and seas divides the level of monks very clearly, the higher the cultivation, the higher the cultivation is likely to go higher, the weak cultivation leaves the bottom, and those who are thoughtful, bold and careful, and good cultivation realm can go higher. However, luck is indispensable for everyone. ”

"All the monks who can embark on the path of the strong, the price they pay behind them is immeasurable, and the results of their hard work soar into the sky after encountering opportunities, and there is no turning back. ”

"Those monks who have chosen their own path will never be able to turn back?" asked Li Shuishan.

"There is room to turn back, but the further you go, the more you will find that where can you go when you turn back? Is it really like those who are not happy to go back to the mountains? Or is it better to stay in a stable range and be self-sufficient? Most people will not make this decision. Because the mortal and red dust related to them has become an indelible root after they have ascended to the realm of monks, or when they left without permission, they have reached the conditions of the law. Unless you can transcend the laws of mortality, you can go back there. ”

But after many monks came out, they regretted it, and after surviving the dangers again and again, the sense of loss without roots made them lose their fighting spirit. The more they wanted to return to that carefree place, the more decadent they became, knowing that they were dying here alone. ”

"What is the law of mortal dust?" Li Shuishan asked again.

"There are records about mortal dust, presumably every sect has them, and if you have read them, you will find a universal truth. Ascension, virtue, and immortality, these three words appear most frequently and are also what they seek in pursuit of the Tao. The Taoist priest of mortal dust

, Heavenly Masters, saints, and even the spirits in the mountains and fields can see a trace of the breath of the Heavenly Dao, and this breath is called the law of mortal dust. They find a clue in the body of the Heavenly Dao, extend it at the level of morality, and find out the sustenance of the soul.

The earthly truths that the saints who read often chant are a seed sown by the way of heaven. In every mortal heart there is a seed that grows through moral nourishment, and then slowly takes root and sprouts, and when a fruit grows and then brews in the short years that remain, it becomes a fruit with an alluring fragrance.

The Heavenly Dao will come down and pick it, and after picking it, it will be able to nourish his own laws and repair some broken loopholes, and the person who has attained the Dao will thus open up the path to ascend to the Immortal and become a monk in the true sense. ”

Li Shuishan exclaimed, "Is the mortal dust I yearn for a silence? I remember that in Taiping Town, where I set off, it was very peaceful and carefree. ”

The old madman pondered: "I don't know where the Taiping Town you are talking about, if it is like this in the mortal world, they have no pressure to practice, they are bound in a circle and happily live a hundred years of life, and then start the next reincarnation, which is also the meaning of life and death hovering in the eyes of every monk." ”

Li Shuishan nodded and said interestingly: "I like that kind of life. ”

The old madman moved his body slightly, and said, "That's what you like." When you see it again, the things that accompany your memories will become unrecognizable to you, and you will become extremely complicated by the passage of time. The way you see things and think changes dramatically. ”

Li Shuishan smiled and said, "Is it because I grew up?"

The old madman nodded and said: "It can be said that growing up is a kind of comprehension, and what you see will become the weight of your experience of the world, and the things you never forget are just the beauty and sustenance in your memory. In the final analysis, it is the role of time. ”

Li Shuishan touched his head and said, "I understand." That's what life looks like. ”

The old madman nodded his head lightly and said, "You have lived for so long, you don't understand this reason, what have you been doing all these years?"

This was the first time he was angry with Li Shuishan, when he first came to the Zangfeng Palace, he didn't say a word, looked at each other calmly, so that Li Shuishan couldn't get used to it, but this means of communication made him feel a special feeling of being by his side.

After a short stay, the two of them walked forward, Li Shuishan just passed by, and did not want to attract the attention of the ghost saint and Tang Daoqing, but as soon as the breath approached, a cold voice came out, accompanied by the arrival of a pair of big hands, the first sinner of Fengtian, his cultivation was not low, but because of the long-term suppression, he wore away the sharpness on his body and became heavy.

The big hand slapped over with an immortal breath, squeezing the air and crackling, I don't know how many lenses were shattered by this movement, at this time, the old madman snorted and the momentum of his whole body rose, and raised his palm to slap it over.

At first, the Tang Dao who found Li Shuishan was still pondering, and he felt a familiar aura when he stood out, which made him feel inexplicably better, but he didn't think carefully about what kind of monk was following behind him.

The old madman's palm instantly penetrated Tang Dao's hands, and he withdrew in a miserable scream, revealing a pair of big eyes in the rolling smoke, and scolded angrily: "Who, who is it?"