On this cold moonlit night, mentioning the real person of the previous generation, Qingxiao, the figure of the Demon Venerable gradually became a little dreamy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The aura of heaven and earth withered, and asked the peak burial, even if Qingxiao Zhenren cultivated the Taixu Imperial Qi True Technique to the Divine Void Peak Great Perfection realm, it stands to reason that he still can't escape the fate of life and death...... A hundred years ago, the ancestors of the burning monks passed away, and the ancestors of our Dao also passed away before and after, and the Qingxiao real people were also rumored to have ascended to the immortals, but no one could have imagined that fifteen years ago, the Qingxiao real people who cultivated to be condensed in the realm of the gods and voids were still alive in the world with a rotten body and dead wood!"

At the end, the Demon Venerable's voice was slightly excited, and then he paused for a moment.

When this moonlit night became more and more depressed, he suddenly sighed: "Can the purple girl believe in immortality?"

The girl in the gauze skirt has been listening obediently, and when she heard the question of the Demon Zun at this moment, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and then made a serious thought.

Obviously, the matter of life and death is the most confusing, and the unattainable immortality is not stingy with foolish dreams, and even she can't escape this exception of life and death.

After pondering for a while, the girl raised her delicate face, looked at the slightly cold night of Yuehua in front of her, and said softly: "I believe it......"

The girl's serious appearance makes people feel inexplicably distressed, such a captivating city, she shouldn't be bound by anything.

"The people of the world have been alive for a hundred years, and the cultivators who have been cultivating for two or three hundred years are still alive for two or three hundred years, and there are countless ancient ancestors who are even more nine hundred thousand years old...... Hundreds or thousands, they can all exist, so why not seem to be ethereal immortals? Maybe it's close at hand, but we haven't worked hard!"

"Once upon a time, the deity scoffed at this empty gimmick, but the matter of Qingxiao Zhenren, the deity suddenly had a trace of expectation for this, and the deity saw a pitch-black and strange sacrifice in Nanwu, and felt that the land of Shenzhou was becoming more and more fluttering, and it had opened an unknown corner...... Maybe immortality, really exists!"

Gimmicks, after all, are said to be entertained by everyone, and when they are taken seriously, they become a laughing stock.

Perhaps even he didn't know if it was his self-obsession that caused him to hallucinate and speculate nonsensically, so that the so-called anticipation was only due to the madness of despair......

If it were someone else, I am afraid that the old man with a calm face would have lost his mind and become a complete madman, but the girl was slightly curious, and said lightly: "How did the Demon Venerable say that?"

"It's strange that it started with this southern witch. A pair of eyes full of wrinkles became rare and clear, and he spoke in a deep voice, and his voice was also magnetic and powerful, which gradually made people become dignified.

"Just a hundred years ago, the deity went to the land of the Southern Witch, and in the evil witch clan, I happened to hear that the Qingxiao real person who had not yet ascended to the immortal was actually probing the ancient times and asking the world to sacrifice and refine the ancient treasure of reincarnation!

In this way, he must have discovered Shimixin, but his traces are erratic, and the deity has been pursuing it for many years without success, and finally he has no choice but to do so...... But how could I have thought that fifteen years ago, when the deity had almost forgotten about it, I met him by chance in an unknown wilderness Taoist temple!"

"It stands to reason that even if there is a witchcraft to continue his life, Qingxiao Zhenren will never live for so long, but the fact is the opposite, the vitality in his body that should be rotten is still majestic, but his own state is extremely unstable, as if he has cultivated an ancient evil Dao method, revealing a violent, violent aura of yin and evil, and he can only suppress it with a high level of cultivation. ”

Seeing Qingxiao Zhenren, the deity remembered that he had inquired about the ancient treasures of reincarnation in Nanwu, so he returned to the palace to check all kinds of ancient treasures to see what strange he was...... Just flipping through the ancient books, he found that the bloodthirsty killing and almost crazy yin evil aura that poured out of his body was almost the same as the three ancestors of the crazy Shura Ancestor!"

"Thinking about it, Qingxiao Zhenren must have come into contact with that treacherous and murderous thing to get to this point, just when the deity wanted to find out......"

Demon Venerable's voice paused, and suddenly he snorted coldly, and the old man's face was gradually shrouded in layers of deep darkness and haze, making people feel a vicious and bone-eating chill and a trace of deep resentment.

"Under the leadership of Yuding's house, the elders of the Heavenly Palace Seat did their best, and raided my Shura Hall thousands of miles away, slaughtered my disciples, and killed my wife and daughter...... The Dharma protector in the hall went to three out of five, and the deity also fought to break the vein, so that he could hold the ......"

The cold wind blew the dark robe, and a few strands of gray hair flew coldly.

When it came to Lihatetian, the Shura Hall Master Demon Venerable stared at the courtyard of the Lihatetian disciple in front of him, his face was distorted, gloomy like a drop of water, and he almost wanted to slaughter it all.

Love continues, people have passed away.

The sorrow of love is also the sorrow of people.

For a long time, the wind stopped.

"After that, in order to deter those fierce monsters and Xiaoxiao, in order to protect my two four-year-old dogs, I had to re-enter the Southern Witch, like the real people in Qingxiao, to find the witchcraft of life......"

"The deity arrived at the ghost witch witch clan, and encountered a dark ancient sacrificial tripod in the forbidden land of ghosts and witches, on which the spirit of death and resentment was condensed, and the evil was very strange, according to the ghost witch patriarch, it was obtained from the ancient desert ruins nine hundred years ago, and it was quite strange that the patriarchs of the witch clan used witchcraft to investigate this tripod, and found that it was actually the heaven and earth born by themselves, and the period of formation was not the eternal flood, but it was the ancient period!"

"Under the careful questioning of the deity, I just heard that Qingxiao Zhenren had also been here, and he had stayed here for a long time!"

Looking at the dark sky of the Bright Moon Alone, the Demon Venerable was stunned for a while: "Qingxiao Zhenren, treacherous and murderous things, pitch black sacrifice Ding, ask for immortal ......"

"Immortality, immortality......" The old voice murmured, without a trace of emotion, very distant, and very ethereal.

The slightly cool four fields, just when countless people in the world were immersed in beautiful dreams, on the roof, a series of terrifying chuckles gradually sounded, adding a sense of horror to the earth out of thin air: "Hehe, the ghost witch continues to live in witchcraft, so that the deity is still alive, but after all, it is not enough, not enough for the deity to see the hatred with his own eyes...... Bottom...... Cover...... Extinguish !!"

In the old and green ancient town, everyone in the world has been asleep, and when the moonlit night is deeper, it is difficult to wake up from a deep dream.

Looking at the ethereal clouds faintly in the endless distance to the east, a broken old body could not suppress the raging anger of the world, and gradually became fragmented.

And in that stormy area, the girl in the gauze skirt was fearless, still obediently listening, no matter how gloomy, angry, hateful, murderous and about to step into the endless madness of the demon venerable that frightened the people of the world, she was still the same, scorching like a fairy purple hibiscus, standing in the world.

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The clouds are light and the stars are sparse, the moon hangs alone, the bamboo is swaying, and the dew is about to condense.

What a cold and long moonlit night.

In the cold sky, a wide golden monk's robe appeared, he stopped in place and looked around for a moment, and then his eyes froze, and he slowly flew towards the west side of the Xianlin Inn.

The cold and quiet mind that was sitting quietly and cultivating luck was stunned, and when he opened his eyes in an instant, he was concentrating on guard, and a middle-aged monk with kind eyebrows and good eyes slowly floated down from the low sky.

The person who walked steadily in front of him, holding a golden Zen staff at shoulder level in his right hand, and a string of brown and yellow prayer beads in his left hand, his kind and benevolent face faintly revealed a solemn and heavy, and his unfathomable cultivation exuded a faint and dusty aura, like an invisible pure land, cutting off all the pains and troubles of the world, and purifying the helpless struggle of the thousand sore souls.

Ten zhang of red dust, submerged the empty and lonely heart, and the golden light Tailai enlightened ignorant sentient beings.

With such a calm mind, there must be no doubt that he is a Taoist monk!

Rao is like this, Leng You's heart is still very vigilant, while the monk has not approached, he respectfully bowed his hand, and asked humbly: "May I ask the master, what is the matter?"

The middle-aged monk in front of him slowly stopped, and his wise and calm gaze rested on Leng You.

Under the moonlit night, his kind and compassionate face carried a trace of compassion, as if he could not bear to look at the suffering and tortured beings, and later, he sighed softly:

"Donor, you're very angry......"

At this moment, Leng You found that his whole body was covered with filth, all the sins, shame, unwillingness, hesitation, helplessness, and death hidden in his heart...... All the dirt is hidden!

It seems to be a stick to drink, but it seems to have waited for thousands of years, ten thousand years, and finally waited for liberation, and a sense of misery suddenly appeared in the bottom of Leng You's heart.

"What does the master say?"

"Is it true that the benefactor himself does not know one of the three of those who have grudged and not let go, or who have experienced great suffering, or who have great filth, or who have great sins?"

The heart and earth method to purify all sentient beings.

"Suffering...... Filth...... The cold and calm eyes of the ...... of sin slowly became dazed, and the old and lonely remnants slowly emerged in my mind one by one.

The autumn wind ruthlessly blows the fallen trees, and the frost kills the years.

"What is the so-called suffering, the so-called filth, what is this? Is it true or ......resentful?"

"Alas......" When Leng Yu was in a daze, the face of the compassionate monk gradually became solemn, and finally he just sighed again, "The donor is young, but he is burdened with the world's immortal calamity, sins, sins, ......."

The long night of being lost, the countless haze, when you realize that wisp of bitter fruit, but the Tao is so heavy.

Leng You's mind was in a trance, and he muttered softly, "The Famen once said: Even if you go through a hundred calamities, your work will not die, and when karma meets, the retribution will still be ......."

If it is said that this is retribution, Leng Yu is irrefutable, and there is nothing to say, it can only be said that it is the will of heaven to make people, and there is no escape, and there is no escape after all.

Slowly, his deeply confused eyes returned to anger, and he said indifferently: "The master treats the disciple like this, but he wants to ambush me?"

The monk shook his head slowly, slowly brushed shoulders with Leng You, and then turned into a golden light, flying towards the dark dark sky far away in the west, but a faint voice of compassion came, but it became ethereal and ethereal.

"All bitter grievances and karmic obstacles are originally empty, all karmic and evil realms are like dreams, there is no liberation from life and death, there is no end to avoid, and people and non-humans, sex is equal, the road is empty, and there is no thought...... I hope that on the day we meet again, the donor will be clean and clean......"

The cold wind of the cool night stopped slightly, the clear pool and the water had no waves, and when the four fields were silent, there was only a figure left that gradually regained its complexion.

"One of the Four Sky Masters?...... Is there no solution to the resentment phagophage?"

After thinking about it, he muttered to himself for a while, then shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about delusion, and re-entered the cultivation state.

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