Laojun view on Laojun Mountain, there are monks in Laojun view.

In a Taoist temple, there is a monk.

That's surprising enough in itself.

It's just that this monk still likes to wear red clothes, and he doesn't change it all year round, and he is at ease when people point out and criticize.

The blood-red monk's robe, printed with the monk's handsome face, is beautiful and bewitching. used to provoke some romance, but under the warm and silent eyes of the monk, it gradually subsided, and it took a long time... There will be no trace.

At this time, the monk was handcuffed and shackled, but he carried two buckets of water and walked slowly and leisurely on the mountain road. Although the action seemed laborious and staggering, there was no bitterness on his face.

On the contrary, it makes people feel that he is relaxed again. Perhaps most of the things in this world are the same, and if you do painful things with a painful attitude, you will only get more pain. If you change your posture, maybe a little external pain, like the wind of this mountain stream, the flowing clouds, with the smile without a trace.

Suddenly, the monk stepped on the air, and more than half of the two buckets of water were spilled, and the other half was sprinkled on the monk himself.

The originally thin monk's robe was immediately soaked.

The mountain stream is cold and dewy, and when the cool breeze blows, the cold air pours into the bones.

The monk's body seemed to be a little thin, shivering slightly in the cold wind. It's just that in this case, he doesn't seem to be able to laugh so much, and there is a little more seriousness in his gentle expression that has not changed for a hundred years.

"Your foot isn't heavy, it's not as fragile as you think, and even if you step on it, you won't be able to do anything about it. You know this, why do you turn around so much that you step on the air?" asked a cold boy.

Daotong stretched out his hand and pointed to the monk's feet.

It was an ordinary ant, unaware that there were two 'big men' who were discussing themselves.

It stretched its tentacles wantonly, nimbly roaming the rocky path, carefully and quickly navigating the water-soaked spots.

On the mountain road above the monk's head, the Taoist boy standing was wearing a cyan Taoist robe, which seemed to be a little old, but it was very clean, but some places had lost some color because they had been scrubbed many times, and they looked white.

Dao Tong held a handful of dust whisks in his hand, and although his body was short, his standing posture was like a strong pine.

It's just that the look in Dao Tong's eyes looks old, and it is obvious that his real age is not young.

At this moment, the monk is still just smiling meekly, as at the beginning, as in the past, and the strong Zen is rippling on his body. Whoever sees it at this time will most likely be called a 'master'.

"I let it, not for fear that I would hurt it, but to avoid it from hurting me. If I had stepped on it, I would not have been able to sleep well tonight, and I would have been thinking about it for months to come. In contrast, I just splashed two buckets of water and wet my clothes, but what is it?" said the monk.

When Xiao Daotong heard this, he snorted coldly: "The art of sophistry, but you have a deep Buddhist heritage." It's just that the poor road looks at you... Or is it such a deep root of the devil, the poor Dao has detained you for ninety-nine years, and in another year, it will be the expiration of the hundred years, Lao Dao, I will ask you, if you go down the mountain, what will happen?"

The monk smiled but did not answer.

Just looking at the two empty barrels beside me.

Xiao Daotong sighed.

"It's almost a hundred years... ！”

"In the past 100 years, you have been obedient and humble, gentle and courteous, diligent and thrifty, and have saved countless people with your own medical skills, often helping some nearby villagers, hunters and woodcutters. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Daotong's eyes changed again.

"But the old way still doesn't want to believe you, if you are angry and fighting, complaining, or arrogant, tyrannical and unreasonable... I am willing to believe in you a little bit, and I am willing to lead you to the Tao, abandon your worries, help you realize the Zen machine, and really be a generation of monks, it is not impossible. ”

When the monk heard this, he folded his hands and still didn't speak.

His expression did not change in the slightest.

"Little monk, if I don't have the shame to imprison you for another hundred years, how will you stay?" Xiao Daotong then suddenly said again.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff and awkward for a moment.

The wind swept the fog, wetting the eyebrows of the two, and in the mountains and forests in the distance, there was the sound of the old ape's cry.

The little monk stretched out his shackled hands.

The shackles were carved with runes, and there were stripes and threads that had taken root in his arms, blocking his cultivation and limiting his abilities.

Jingle Bell!

The monk shook his shackles, the smile on his face deepened, the Zen sense was stronger, as if behind his head, there was a Buddha light looming.

Suddenly, he pressed slightly.

The runes fell off like dust, and the roots of the restrictions rotted like dead wood.

"A hundred years of self-imprisonment, but what does it have to do with you?" asked the monk aloud.

At this time, the mutation abruptly appeared, the qi machine was sympathetic, the wind was thundering, and the clouds were glowing.

The opportunity of light and darkness converged on the monk's face, marked with a hazy intertwined light and shadow.

Sometimes like a Buddha is sacred, sometimes like a hellish ghost.

In the light and extinguish, the clouds are surrounded by mist, as if a big Buddha pressed his palm from the clouds.

The ancient Taoist temple, in this unpredictable change, shattered the eaves and cracked the corners of the walls.

Qingxiaojie, Leizhou, Juyong City, Mengfu.

Three days ago, he was scared away by the bear demon, and now Meng Xinghe, the third son of the Meng Mansion who was lying in the soul conjuring array, suddenly opened his eyes.

"This is the new body that Chu Lingxiao found for me according to my instructions?"

Lin Xi felt the memories in his body, and the feeling of weakness that he hadn't felt for a long time made him a little uncomfortable.

However, he didn't use any of his ontological abilities to quickly lift the cultivation of this physical body.

If he needed to act with a strong cultivation, he would not give up Chu Lingxiao's body and find a new body.

It's all about better covering.

Of course, identities are not chosen randomly.

The Meng family in Leizhou is also one of the most ranked Xiuzhen families in Leizhou.

The ancestor of the Meng family has the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant period, and the size is in this Juyong City, which can be called a sitting tiger.

However, the reason that really made Lin Xi choose this identity was that there were many clear records in the ancient books he had collected from the elites of the Qingxiao Realm before.

The Meng family once had ancestors, and when the fairy court fell, they rose against the trend, lifted the sun and soared, went to the fairy world, and enjoyed eternal life.

Individually, it's nothing.

Especially after a long time of polishing, the ruthless changes of the years, truth and legend, rumors and stories, are all intertwined, and it is no longer possible to distinguish what is true.

However, once combined with the vaguely revealed information of Monk Yun and Bai Xuan, as well as the message of the immortal corpse nailed in the void.

The origin and identity of the ancestor of the Meng family, as well as the role he played in the fall of the Immortal Court, are particularly interesting.

The Meng family is hiding secrets!

What came was not the body of Lin Xi.

Just a new doppelganger.

However, for the time being, Lin Xi's main attention will still be on Meng Xinghe's body.

Although it is a clone, after all, it is also a clone split from the Demon Saint Heavenly Demon, and when he returns to the Qingxiao Realm, Lin Xi also feels a lot of differences.

From the point of view of heaven and earth aura.

It's a world where the energy level isn't particularly high.

It can't even accommodate a true immortal.

Once someone cultivates to the True Immortal level, they will be squeezed out of this world.

But the strangeness and contradiction are also in this seemingly reasonable setting.

Why is it that a world that can't accommodate true immortals, but has the ability to forcibly squeeze one or more true immortals out of this world?

Lin Xi once descended into this world as a true immortal.

At that time, he didn't feel the obvious power of exclusion, but he just felt that this world was like a small ditch to a true dragon to a true immortal, difficult to exert and difficult to do.

It will even be limited in ability and restrict the release of skills.

Time has passed, and Lin Xi's horizons have broadened again.

Understand that the living beings in the material world and the world itself are in a complementary and mutually fulfilling relationship.

A world gives birth to a true immortal, then on the contrary, under the influence of this true immortal, the world will slowly upgrade. True immortals are not simply energy predators, they will make the world thinner and thinner, more and more fragile.

A world gives birth to true immortals, then the world will definitely grow with it. If this true immortal is a little more generous, then this world will become bigger and bigger, more and more vast, and there will be more and more true immortals that can be accommodated.

It's like the world of caves.

In terms of this world, it is not as good as the Qingxiao realm.

But it can accommodate the true immortals of the mountains and seas, and even after the true immortals of the mountains and seas, there are still several people who are qualified to win the immortal dao. It's just that the immortal road was cut off by the true immortals of the mountains and seas with their own selfishness.

It's not the fault of the world, it's because of the selfishness of human nature.

Feeling the world more subtly, Lin Xi suddenly understood something based on his own experience and accumulation.

"This is a world that is already powerful, but has been forced to shrink its mass and be weakened. The Qingxiao world that I see now... Not what it is. It's even possible... It wasn't originally called Qingxiao Realm. Lin Xi quickly came to such a conclusion that was not expected at all.

"But... Why, but I can't see clearly, where are those passages that are connected to the Qingxiao Realm? Isn't it that the Qingxiao Realm is just the lower world of some so-called 'Immortal Realm'?" Lin Xi frowned.

Some passages, suddenly sensing the world, seem to be perceivable of them.

But when it comes to subtle discernment and accurate positioning, they are blurred.

It's as if the previous feeling was just an illusion.

"Third Young Master, Third Young Master, you're finally awake!" A babbling cheer interrupted Lin Xi's deep thought.

A green figure flew across the empty square, and then raised his voice to announce the 'good news' to the entire Meng Province.

Lin Xi instantly had a headache, and all the memories of the owner of this voice came flooding back.

"Little Luoli, stop me!"

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