After Xu Chuanshan left, Wuxu returned to the secret room and carefully observed the long sword. From this long sword, Wuxu sensed the breath of Xingyun Bamboo, as well as Li Mingshan's breath.

Could it be that Wu Xuan was guessing in his heart, and suddenly Li Mingshan took the initiative to summon him, and it was from the long sword.

"Master Wuxu, why did you not believe in your words and left halfway? ”

Sure enough, Wu Xuan replied embarrassedly, "At that time, the poor monk saw that the stone tablet was different, and he was curious for a while, so he went over to take a look, but he didn't expect that Li Daoyou was trapped in the sword. ”

Li Mingshan was silent for a while, and continued, "That stone tablet is indeed very weird, a mere ordinary person, dancing with guns and sticks there, actually produces a very weird and uncomfortable atmosphere. Li was reshaping his body with the Ziyang Sword at that time, and because of this, he almost went mad at the critical moment and had to escape into the Xingyun Bamboo. ”

"In this way, Li Daoyou has now become the sword spirit of the Nebula Bamboo Sword?" Wuxu immediately asked in surprise.

"It's not the Nebula Bamboo Sword, Li Mou had already engraved the Ziyang Sword Technique on the Nebula Bamboo with a secret method at that time!" Li Mingshan was quite angry, but seemed to have acquiesced to the fact that he had become a sword spirit.

"Isn't there a way to get out?" asked Wuxu, holding the long sword in his hand, sincerely.

"Please ask the master to keep this sword for the time being. Li Mingshan only said so.

"Can that be used?" Wuxu sighed, "I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble if this city lord changes the system and changes the law." ”

"Hmph!" Li Mingshan snorted coldly, "This sword is made of Nebula Bamboo, if the master carries it with him, if there is any trouble, he can naturally use it." But if you want to help in person, it's best for the master to ask in advance. ”

"Wait!" Wu Xuan was afraid that after Li Mingshan finished speaking, he faintly got up and hurriedly asked, "I don't know what secret method you used to refine Xingyun Bamboo, can you tell me?"

Li Mingshan did not answer.

Wu Xuan couldn't, after all, he did leave for a moment at that time, and he didn't protect the Fa, so that the so-called heirloom incense that made the stone tablet arise interfered with her at the most critical time of Li Mingshan's retreat.

Wuxu remembered that he had asked Xu Chuanshan before, but he was vague and wanted to go to the archives by himself. The case in this secret room, Wuxu searched through it and didn't find it. Wuxu interrogated Zhu Yuanzhang, but who knew that Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know much.

Wuxu ordered the attendants outside to find the most complete and oldest Yongzhou chronicles.

A moment later, the squire brought a copy. The bricks are thick, the aura has dissipated for the most part, and there are many places, and the handwriting is already a little blurred, but in this, there are indeed some fragmentary and obscure records of the inscription of longevity and the incense of the heirloom.

"In the third year of the opening of the sky, Yongzhou City built a stone tablet in accordance with the "Fan Repair Order", gathered all the people to worship, and gathered faith and wishes, which was used to protect the country. At that time, the aura was cloudy and the stench was constant, and the monks went into retreat. ”

"In the fifth year of Qianzheng, the earthquake damaged Wanmin Terrace in Yongzhou and was not repaired. ”

"In the tenth year of Qinghe, Ji Ling, the then city lord of Yongzhou, expanded the city lord's mansion, incorporated the abandoned Wanmin Platform into the city lord's mansion, transplanted exotic flowers and plants, and used it as a back garden. ”

"In the twelfth year of Qinghe, the city lord Ji Ling went mad and died. Han Feiyan, the new city lord, abandoned Wanmintai again and listed it as a forbidden place for ominous reasons. ”

"In the fifth year of the Yuan and Ming dynasties, the Demon Domain came to attack, and the stone tablet of Wanmintai flew up brightly, and there was panic inside and outside Yongzhou. Fortunately, the imperial court overhaul came, retreated from the enemies of the demon domain with starlight, and erased the handwriting of the stone tablet when he left. There is no heirloom fragrance in Yongzhou, and the monks inside and outside are amazed. ”

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Wuxu looked at them one by one, and suddenly smiled.

This is obviously a kind of exercise or formation that collects the power of the faith of ordinary people. Buddhism also has similar methods, but they all follow the path of cause and effect. His own mandala Dharma realm can also be regarded as one.

Looking at these records, it is estimated that at the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the strength was not able to compete with the six sects, so there was such a move. What sincerity goes, gold and stone are open, what is unity, unity, what unity of thought, concentration of strength to do great things。。。。。。

But this method, although extremely powerful, seems to have some drawbacks, that is, it seems to cause some discomfort to the monks, such as the kind of foul smell that Wuxu also smelled that day.

Therefore, later, the situation was different, and it gradually weakened or even abandoned.

But Wuxu still has some things to figure out.

First, it is true that although ordinary people are like ants, there are many of them, but their divine consciousness is extremely meager. Even if they are all gathered, what if they are all gathered? A trickle cannot become a sea. You must know that the divine consciousness of a thousand ordinary people, ten thousand ordinary people, and even ten thousand ordinary people can hardly be compared to the divine consciousness of a true monk. Xuanyin Star is not a place where there are more people and louder voices than anyone.

Second, why does the gathering of the faith and vows of ordinary people produce a large-scale foul smell? The Yongzhou Chronicles said, and even more so, the aura was turbid and the stench was constant. Monks in Buddhism, such as themselves, who practice the mandala realm, can also unite sentient beings to believe in divine thoughts, but this has never been the case.

Wuxu put down the thick Yongzhou Zhi, sat cross-legged, and suddenly thought of what Zhu Yuanzhang said to himself in his own law realm after saving Zhu Yuanzhang at the Yi meeting held in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts. He said at the time that the Great Zhou royal family had an extremely magical and domineering exercise, which was quite similar to the Mandala Dharma Realm, but it did not need the Dharma Realm statue. It is also said that the mandala Dharma realm can restrain this exercise to the greatest extent or resolve the drawbacks of this exercise.

Could it be that Zhu Yuanzhang is referring to this exercise?

Suddenly, Wu Xuan thought of the ordinary sergeant dancing with a gun in front of the stone tablet. Where is this person now? Wuxu really wants to see it and study it.

This mortal sergeant, whose attire looks like a guard of the City Lord's Mansion, has long been remembered by Wuxu. Wuxu immediately released his divine sense, and searched the entire city lord's mansion, but he didn't see this person, and when he called people to ask, he learned that some of the guards on the periphery were on duty in shifts and did not live in the mansion, and after they were on duty, they went home.

It's not in a hurry, and I'll wait for tomorrow. I don't know what the situation is when Zhu Yuanzhang took Zhang Cuilu and others to inspect the city? And the monastery, is the land requisition over? Wu said secretly in his heart, so he took out a mask that he didn't know when, put it on his head, changed his breath, and quietly walked out of the city lord's mansion.

The ordinary people who had gathered on the stone platform had already been forcibly expelled by the right counselor, and the sergeants were arranged to seal the stone platform tightly, and even some sergeants were added to some main streets, which made the atmosphere a little tense.

I also saw that there were many ordinary people, who had already closed the gates one after another, packed up and packed up, and went out of the city one after another, mainly towards the north city gate, because the snow peach valley that specially housed ordinary people was outside the north city. Their grievances are not big, but they are more or less lonely. The place where you live for a long time, even if it is rented, also has feelings, not to mention that going from inside the city to outside the city seems to be a disguised exile.

Wuxu walked into an alley. The alley is full of things. A layman's family, a dozen people, is packing these things, and it looks like they are going to move out.

"You kid!" a middle-aged man sweating profusely knocked on his child's forehead, "I really think that I can practice by standing on that stone platform!

The child, touching his forehead, grunted and walked in.

Wuxu looked at this child and looked at it, it was indeed impossible to practice.

"This boss, but you're here to collect the sundries?" The middle-aged man said to Wuxu while tying a knot on the package with a rope, "Don't hide it, I don't have anything extra at home, you better go and look elsewhere." ”

But he regarded Wuxu as a dealer who recycled sundries.

Wu smiled noncommittally and walked in, "I don't know what this house is going to do?"

"It turns out that you are a real estate agent," the middle-aged man replied, "and a few groups of people have asked earlier, and the price is fair, but this yard is not for sale for the time being." ”

"You unscrupulous descendant!" a voice scolded, "What do you mean not to sell for the time being!? Do you wish that you Lao Tzu and I would die sooner?"

I saw a white-haired old man, sitting on the stone steps not far away, eating wine, while drunkenly pointing at the middle-aged man and scolding, "Tell you! Lao Tzu is not leaving, and he will die here." ”

He was wearing a kind of uniform, and he seemed to be an old buddy from a certain shop.

"You know what to do, listening to the wind is rain. Others say that Snow Peach Valley, built with high-rise buildings, spacious and bright, or what kind of trade area. So you gave up your ancestral business and roared to take the people of your family with you?"

"Ancestor, what I eat is the bowl of rice of trade, and the news I get is true. The successful city lord of Qixing is a Buddhist monk, and in order to favor us ordinary people, he personally ordered the Snow Peach Valley to be set up as a trade zone. ”

Perhaps it was because of the presence of Wuxu, an outsider, that middle-aged man who scolded him for being an unworthy descendant, replied with a wry smile.

But seeing that the old man didn't appreciate it at all, he held the wine jug and smashed it into his mouth again, and slapped his thigh again, "Stupid! When the old man works for a few more years, he may be able to get the elixir and open up the last few meridians." When the time comes, you will become a monk, and you will still have to work so hard?"

"Then I wish you old man to open up the meridians as soon as possible and become a monk. The middle-aged man, who seemed to have heard too much of these words, said indifferently while bowing his head and doing things.

The white-haired old man, coughing and panting, seemed to be so angry.

Wu Xuan secretly probed the old man with his divine sense, and found that there were some extremely faint spiritual energy inside and outside his body, which seemed to be caused by perennial contact with monks or taking some low-grade elixirs, but it was true that he could not practice.

"Everything is inferior, only the cultivation is high. Wuxu couldn't help but sigh.

"Well said!" the gray-haired old man patted his thigh and looked at Wuxu with drunken eyes, "Although you are a real estate developer, you are also an understanding person." Come on, come on, drink a glass of fairy wine with the old man. Then he took out a mutton fat jade cup from his sleeve robe and beckoned to Wuxu.

Wuxu walked over, also sat on the stone steps, took the mutton fat jade cup, looked at the spiritual wine in the cup that seemed to be mixed with water, and took a sip, "Old man, where do you travel on weekdays?"

The so-called travel is generally used for monks to travel. It's actually asking him where he works and does things.

The white-haired old man was even happier when he saw Wuxu talking like this, and said with a red face, "The Heavenly Remnant Sect's Separation Pavilion, you know, right? Now, there is a new person who thinks that it is the main matter, and the cultivation is unfathomable, even in front of the city lord, he is also talking and laughing. ”

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice, "The new chief has summoned the old man." As long as the old man works for another twenty years, he will give the elixir again. It's ridiculous that these unscrupulous descendants, generation after generation, are willing to degenerate, do some mundane businessmen all day long, and within a hundred years, they will cry and mourn, and they all die before the old man. ”

The Heavenly Remnant Sect Leaving the Love Pavilion Fairy Yu Wuxu looked at the old man again, he looked like he was already seventy or eighty years old, but listening to Fang Cai's words, he seemed to have lived for hundreds of years.

What ancestors, what generation by generation。。。。。

On the Xuanyin Star, generally speaking, ordinary people are invisibly nourished by the aura, and they are still like the prime of life in the world when they are more than 100 years old, and they can still work, but they have to turn white. However, the lifespan is mostly within two hundred.

Looking at the old man's scene and what he said, it seems that he has some chances. The offspring has been dead for generations, and he is still alive.

But he really can't practice, if he wants to say that he has been given an elixir so that he can practice? It is either that Fairy Yu is fooling him, or just like that Niu Er, he has suffered great karma in a daze, and his cultivation is not the right path.

Wuxu groaned, looking at his pale hair, but he didn't say much for a while.

On the contrary, it was this old man who raised his glass to Wu Xu, cup after cup, and it didn't take long for him to get really drunk.

Seeing this, Wuxu was about to leave, but the old man grabbed Wuxu's hand and said with a smile, "Do you know about the stone platform yesterday?"

Yesterday, Wuxu thought about it, saw Fairy Yu and others, discussing matters in the back garden of the city lord's mansion, and talked to Li Mingshan with a sword in the secret room, and then flipped through the Yongzhou Chronicles。。。。。 Unexpectedly, in a trance, I have never practiced, and a day has passed.

When Wuxu nodded slightly, the old man's chicken-like hand was still holding Wuxu, "Young man, tell you, the old man was on the stone platform at that time. ”

"It is said that you can practice while standing on the stone platform, but unfortunately I was not there at the time." ”

The old man smiled, "Even if you are on the stone platform, it is in vain." You people, how have you ever experienced the era of the opening of the heavens? ”

Wuxu was shocked in his heart, and the opening of the sky was the first era name after the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The old man in front of him has lived for so long, and he is about to catch up with the thousand-year-old monster.

"At that time, although the old man was still young, he had experienced it a few times. Now, there is movement on the stone platform again, how can the old man go to live outside the city?" the drunken old man said vaguely, and then waved his hand mysteriously towards Wuxu.

Wuxu didn't leave, and took a sip of extremely thin spiritual wine, "Old man, I look forward to the elixir from the Heavenly Remnant Sect for a while, and then say something about the stone tablet." But I don't know, what is the old gentleman's plan?"

"Ancestor, what else do you have to do?" At this time, the busy middle-aged man interjected, "Practice." ”

"Practice, practice!" muttered the old man, throwing away the flask, and swaying it, sitting there cross-legged and crooked.

It didn't take long for the loud noise.