The peach blossom temple was quiet, the Daxiong Treasure Hall was quiet, the abbot and the old monk were not asleep, pushing open the door closed by Buddhism, and the whispers from the nine abysses all the time, how could he fall asleep.

The ever-bright lamp in front of the Shizun mud slab sneered and burst with lanterns, and the face of the Shizun mud slab was bright and uncertain.

"What should come, will always come, no matter how much you hide, you can't hide. The old monk sighed, the old laurel tree outside the court was different from the past, there were a few dark greens, mixed with a few touches of tenderness, and tender yellow buds.

"Old friend, it's really hard to wait until you bloom, is this the case in the Jiaojiao Temple, the dragon raises its head, is the flower blooming?"

With a wry smile, the old monk seemed to be asking himself, but all he answered was the sound of the breeze caressing the leaves.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the past under the stars.

I haven't remembered it for a long time, but the story has been overgrown with weeds.

The abbot's thoughts crossed the clouds and xia on the Peach Blossom Mountain, and flew towards the extreme east of Nanzhan Continent.

The lamp was extinguished, the oil in the lamp had burned out, the abbot and the old monk got up and walked into the courtyard, the shadow of the old laurel tree was long and short in the sun.

There is a rule in the hometown of the old monk of the abbot, all young people who are fifteen years old must ask for a laurel leaf in order to be considered an adult, in addition to representing adults, the laurel leaf is in hand, and the blessing of the ancestor Yin God is even more important, which is why he did not let Wang Yuanbao really become a monk.

Calculate the time, Wang Yuanbao will be fifteen years old in another month, according to the customs and seasons of his hometown, the new leaves of the old laurel tree will grow and replace the old leaves, but in addition to the buds, the leaves are still those.

The old monk turned around and walked into the Jixiang kitchen, and after Wang Yuanbao ate the peach from the back mountain, he would come back, so the porridge still had to be cooked.

If you want to change the habits you develop, you have to work hard, just like Zhao Qianzhi reading at night, it is really not easy to change.

Day and night, this is Zhao Qianzhi's habit now, involving the branches and descendants of the hundreds of schools, the energy spent is really a lot, if you eliminate these forces behind the cultivators, Zhao Qianzhi will be much easier, but Nan Zhan Zhou is still a side of the world after all, such an incense and Taoism system, who is not tempted?

Rise to fight for the small people for profit, hundreds of saints compete for incense, merit and luxury clothes come like this, and the height of the temple is also the same.

Although the movements of Qingxu Dao Sect and Wuxiang Temple are not big, but if you want to hide Zhao Qianzhi, who is sitting firmly in Diaoyutai, you can't, if you can't even detect such movements, then Lang Guan of Nanzhen Fusi on the market mountain can apologize with death, greed is the original sin that cultivators can never get rid of.

The avenue of immortality is greed, birth, old age, sickness and death are days, and it is also an eternal law, the so-called immortals are great rebellions, and the avenue can only be mortals.

The innate soul can be compared to the existence of the Dao Ancestor Saint, even if it is a Yin God, it can also benefit the cultivator, but the backlash and risk are also great, grinding the bones and eating the marrow, and feeding the innate souls with blood is the side of the road, but there are still people who rush to it, in order to be an immortal under the Dao, it is really ridiculous.

Under the cave sky, the first person of Lizhu, less than a hundred years to ascend to the eleventh realm of the ethereal martial arts of ordinary people, how amazing and brilliant, with not only great opportunity and talent, but also the two congenital dragon yin gods in his eyes, but after the collapse of the cave sky, the dragon veins declined, and the Li Zhu was broken, what happened to him? grinding bones and eating marrow, offering two dragon yin gods, no matter how amazing and brilliant they were, they also ended up escaping into the empty door, relying on Buddhism to survive, ordinary martial arts eleven realms, also fell into the ten realms.

Zhao Qianzhi casually extinguished the lights and sneered: "Since you want it like this, I will give you a chance, as for whether you can eat it or not, it depends on your own creation." ”

With a flick of his fingers, dozens of silent sword lights pierced the sky, and what they described was what those people longed for the most.

Beiyang Wangcheng Tai'an, although it has been three watches, but the street market without curfew is still prosperous, fireworks are prosperous, reflecting the Jinshui River into a golden belt, lying in this Tai'an City.

The sloppy Taoist Sect Master Xie was drinking happily in the fireworks alley at the moment, and although the delicacies on the table were not as good as those in the Eastern Divine Continent, they were also unique.

But Grandmaster Xie's favorite thing is the drunken shade of flowers in this fireworks alley.

"If you talk about governing the country, the Jixia School Palace and the nerd taught by the old man do have a hand, after the three families are divided, the foundation of Beiyang is the weakest, and after the southward crossing, the weak and divided the land and begged for peace for hundreds of years, but now it can be anti-guest-oriented, forcing Longquan Nanchu to cut the land and seek peace every year, and the prosperous scene is so, it is indeed much stronger than the sons of the hundreds of families. ”

After drinking the last drop of wine in the wine cup, Sect Master Xie burped, patted his belly with satisfaction, picked up the remaining chicken legs on the plate, and walked out of the wine shop step by step.

The shopkeeper hurriedly stopped: "Dao Chief, you haven't given the money yet!"

After taking a bite of the chicken leg, Sect Master Xie took out a jade pendant from his oil-stained sleeve, threw it on the table and said, "I'll go to Zaifu's mansion tomorrow to ask for it." ”

With that, he staggered out the door.

The shopkeeper picked up the jade pendant and looked at it, and engraved the word "Zhao" on the warm jade pendant like mutton fat.

There are a few stars shining in the night sky of Tai'an City, and it is still difficult to see the stars in the sky where the fireworks are flourishing.

The reason why the stars are beautiful is because of its loneliness and desertion, just like Bai Yujing, which is located on the thirty-three days, the old bull nose has always wanted to let himself escape through the great thousands, and go to another world after the five oceans, after all, the world of Senluo is not controlled by Taoist saints, even if the temple falls, and the merit is contaminated with dust, it has nothing to do with the Taoist ancestral court of the East Divine Continent, and the Confucian sages are in charge, and the joints and filthiness in it do not need him to think about Grandmaster Xie, but the gambling game of the first person in Lizhu, he has to bet, the big deal is to bleed once, but how much blood comes out, it is not the first person in the cave world back then, Lizhu The first person can control, Bai Yujing is also planning two dragon yin gods, Buddhism will be on the eight heavenly dragon merits to complete, but Taoism also has the allusion of the dragon and phoenix.

The reason why the Jixia School Palace expelled the old man was also inseparable from this, thinking that the old man who would continue to learn from the saints, establish his heart for the people, and open peace for all generations had long expected that there would be such a day, and the ancient immortals would do everything to eliminate the evil of the dragon, but what they had was another heart.

"There were so many stars at that time. ”

In the world of Senluo, in the East Shenzhou, and in the world of the East Shenzhou, but in Taiyue, above the Jixia School Palace, is Mount Tai and the Taiyue Mountain in the small world, the Qilu Dynasty comes in spring and summer, it is the best season.

Different from Nanzhan Zhou, the mountain god of Taiyue is not sealed by the court of the Qilu Dynasty, but by the temple saints in the Jixia School Palace.

Taiyue Zhengshen was born in the Battle of the Cave Heaven and was born in the eleventh realm of ordinary martial arts, and even the emperor of the Qilu Dynasty had to bow down, but at this time he had a great headache.

If the sacrificial wine of the Jixia School Palace at the foot of Taiyue Mountain ignores mundane things, every day on the top of the mountain to deduce some wind and rain far away from the rivers and lakes, and he has to accompany him, from time to time he has to listen to him complain, and he can't say a word, who is this kind of grievance, I am afraid that it will also be a headache.

"What's going on? Isn't it the second of February when the dragon raises its head? What's the matter, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival in Nanzhan Zhou, and there is no movement yet? Isn't it my deduction that is not a problem?"

Jixia Xuegong is a thin middle-aged scholar, a goatee, and a messy gray hair because of tangled scratching, giving people the feeling that no matter how you look at it, how do you look like a scholar who has been just a child for decades, a shabby, but stubborn pedant.

But the existence of the pinnacle of the imperial examination of the Qilu Dynasty was founded by this shabby and stubborn pedant, even in the middle of the three yuan, the articles are splendid and splendid, even the old master of the Holy Rite has seen it, and he can't help but praise "can shoulder the context", among the seventy-two Confucian ‖gentlemen, he is the second.

Hearing this, Taiyue Zhengshen couldn't help but say disdainfully: "The dragon is moving in spring, and the dragon has raised its head for a full thirty years before I think of it and deduce, you are good, who is wrong?"

Patting the door of his head, he lowered the school palace and said: "If a person is not a sage, how can he be without fault? If you hadn't drunk me, how could I have made such a mistake? Don't say, where did your wine come from, if you get me another two or three thousand altars, I can still argue a few words for you in the temple, lest the old master of the holy ceremony jump to your feet angrily and fall into your face." ”

Holding back the anger of punching this rammer, Taiyue Zhengshen rolled his eyes and said: "The truth of the world is messed up by you scholars, I can't help but say that the Legalist sage uses literature to mess with the law, if I first beat you all over the ground to find teeth, and then go to talk to the temple sage and say, you blatant bribery waste material." ”

This is called convincing people with virtue. ”

“......”

threw away the chess pieces in his hand, and said with a sacrificial wine in the Xue Palace: "The characters in the Battle of the Cave Heaven, are they really like you, who have been enshrined in Zen and made the position of a mountain and water god?"

It is said that beating people does not slap their faces, exposing people does not expose their shortcomings, and the poor and sour pedant of Jixia Xuegong Sacrificial Wine is short and short, and he still doesn't care, Taiyue Zhengshen said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for the fall of my Yang God, I am afraid that ordinary martial arts will open a sect and enter the twelve realms, and it will not fall on the heads of those juniors who deceive teachers and destroy ancestors." ”

The poor sour pedant sacrificial wine smiled and said: "The good man doesn't mention the courage of the year, you can be good, but he began to brag about himself, under the cave world, the first person in Lizhu is not yours after all, Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, as long as the dragon does not die for a day, this famous ‖ of ordinary martial arts will not be your turn." ”

Tai Yue Zhengshen said: "The first and second are just a false name, just sinking in the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes and dying silently, it is really ......"

The poor sour scholar said with a smile: "My senior uncle is even better than my literary talents, and his knowledge is deeper than mine, even the old master of the Holy Rite can't use reason to yield to him, and now the old man in the Longchang Station, is he still my uncle?"

"If you can't tell, then look at it, and fall asleep if you can't see it clearly, anyway, the things in this world can't be explained, the four saints and three sages can't tell, the Taoist ancestor on Bai Yujing can't tell, since you can't say it, then you're drunk, how can you have so much time to think about anything else, the merits and costumes are almost gone, and you can still take care of others?"

"Wait, the peach blossom mountain is blooming, and the few old guys who sit in the gambling game can't wait for a long time, and they are willing to cut their bodies, and the emperor pulls off the horse, do you have the courage?"

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