The Daoist Seven Treasures Eight Trigrams Furnace are suspended in the void, and [Six Ding Divine Fire], which is several times more powerful than [Samadhi True Fire], is burning blazingly. The terrifying high temperature is enough to kill immortals, but now it is just trapped under Eight Trigrams Furnace. A handsome Daoist wearing a blue Water Cloud Pattern Daoist robe is sitting on a futon, lazily taking a nap.
One of the two children is there.
He is holding a fan made like a banana to fan the wind.
The other one is guarding the lobby of Purple Mansion Xuan Du Temple.
They are all very busy.
This handsome Daoist was lazy and seemed to be taking a nap, and he murmured in a low voice, "The nature of the five elements is formed in heaven, and there are also human beings who can't make it mysterious. The universe is a great furnace, and Yin and Yang cook themselves."
"My cauldron, water and fire, stole it all."
"Ha, what a great recipe!"
"This time it's better, this time it's better... it took me half a month to finally get the elixir."
Great Master Xuan Du stood up with a smile and sensed that in Pill Furnace, the five qi had gathered, and the medicinal power in it had surged, so it was known that the furnace of elixir was about to be refined, and the boy was about to be ordered to collect the elixir. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the boy who was still in the front hall of Purple Mansion Xuan Du Temple before he came:
"Great Master, Great Master, it's trouble, it's trouble again!"
Great Master Xuan Du swept across the whisk and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
"But so panicked."
"Ha... disasters are only mine to cause trouble to others. Who can cause trouble to me?"
Young Daoist Attendant, who was dressed in blue and had a handsome face, gasped for air, his face flushed. He first bowed, then turned around and pointed at the main hall and said, "But it's who is above the main hall. On Jade Tablet, the name has changed again, it is the same as last time, I don't know if there is another change..." Before he finished speaking, the figure of Qingjun Daoist disappeared in front of him, leaving only two Daoist boys stunned and looking at each other.
So he followed quickly.
Jade Tablet Before, that person didn't know how to appear.
With a whisk sweep, several warriors retreated, and he strode forward, staring at Jade Tablet with a pair of phoenix eyes. He saw the word [Xuanwei] faintly glowing, and the energy emanating from it was sharp and pure. He couldn't help but clasped his hands and praised, "Okay, good, he is worthy of being someone whom Teacher values. The name is such that Jade Tablet has already made a breakthrough..."
"It seems that it will be just around the corner for him to come to Xuan Du Temple and meet me."
"Huh? But this breath, it's a pity, it's a pity."
"Is it just a Primordial Prenatal Qi level?"
Great Master Xuan Du was surprised, and then he saw the word Xuanwei, exuding a deep and rich energy, so he stretched out his finger, gently brushed the name on the Jade Tablet, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Interesting, he has entered the [Eight Difficulties], and it seems that it is not just an ordinary [Eight Difficulties], how can this boy's Eight Difficulties have such a strong [tribulation] energy?"
The two Daoist boys came over.
After hearing this, they couldn't help but look at each other, both surprised.
First of all, the Eight Difficulties often have to be encountered by True Person.
After passing it, you can hope to become an Earth Immortal or a higher level.
I can't survive the accumulation of Daoism, so I accepted Heavenly Emperor's Edict and became Human Immortal.
This Xuanwei Martial Uncle seems to be only Primordial Prenatal Qi, not as good as them.
Why did you encounter eight difficulties?
Secondly, in the Eight Difficulties for cultivators, how can one have [tribulation] energy?
Not everyone can use the word tribulation.
Feeling confused for a moment, the boy on the left stepped forward and saluted and asked, with a slightly worried tone in his voice, and said, "Great Master, you said that Xuanwei Martial Uncle encountered eight difficulties, but isn't there a way to avoid disasters in eight difficulties? For Xuanwei Martial Uncle, isn't it a big problem?"
Great Master Xuan Du seemed to be in a good mood. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Young child, you don't know anything."
"The Eight Difficulties are things that practitioners must experience. There are two ways to solve them; one is to have True Disciple, whose own soul is clear and sharp, and can predict the occurrence of the Eight Difficulties in advance and avoid them in advance. This is the method of [avoiding disasters], such as Thousand-Mile Eye and Wind Ear, who are experts in this way."
"Of course, if you have a premonition of a disaster, whether you can avoid it or not is another matter. It depends on your own methods."
"The other kind is that one's spirit is turbid, and one is caught in a disaster without realizing it. It is just like a fallen leaf falling into a stream of water, coming and going with the current. If you are lucky, you may regret it after experiencing it, and then turn around. If you are unlucky, you will fall into disaster, and your spirit will be ignorant. Although your life will not be hindered, you will not have access to the great path."
"The eight difficulties of Daoism are not the three disasters."
"It will only harm the great road, but it will not cause it to perish."
The Daoist boy asked curiously, "Is Xuanwei Martial Uncle the second type?"
Great Master Xuan Du said, "No."
Daoist Qingjun made some calculations with his fingers, and then he seemed to be a little surprised. There was a lot of appreciation in his tone:
"After he clearly perceived the eight difficulties, he did not avoid or retreat, and took the initiative to respond to the disaster."
"Be aware."
"This is my junior brother."
"Wonderful, wonderful, hahaha, with such a foundation, Yellow Millet Dream can become Primordial Spirit. The rotation of the sun and the moon can create vitality. A bucket and a liter of Great Yellow Sprout has just supplemented the essence, but it can also enter Primordial Prenatal Qi with the wonderful method of infinite action. This is inaction; but it also takes the initiative to move into calamity, which is action. What is between action and non-action is the Tao."
"Hahaha, he's my junior brother!"
The two Daoist boys couldn't help but be surprised.
The Supreme Patriarch had also accepted a disciple before, but Great Master Xuan Du's attitude was quite cold. Even that time before, he went to the Third Master of Shangqing to chat and drink tea. It seemed that it was just for Supreme One lineage's face, but he had never shown such appreciation to any one, nor had he said such words as "It's my junior brother."
But the handsome Daoist held his palms and admired it for a moment, then suddenly said, "It's broken."
"Actively entering in response to the catastrophe, trying to break out of the catastrophe, although it is not the original intention, but it also corresponds to the meaning of Supreme Uncle of Shangqing [the way to destroy the catastrophe], etc..."
"Junior brother, how come he also practices swordsmanship?"
After saying this sentence, Great Master Xuan Du's face changed a little.
He swept the dust away and said, "Tong'er, take my Supreme Infinite Majestic Mountain-Overturning Seal!"
The child was dumbfounded. "Great Master, Pill Furnace want..."
Great Master Xuan Du said, "Go and get it quickly."
"You, go and get my Golden Immortal-Binding Rope."
"Great Master, Pill Furnace..."
"Demon-Subduing Golden Brick!"
"And the Qingniu Vajra Bracelet was also brought to me."
Great Master Xuan Du took the thing in his hand, sneered a few times, and said, "This time, I want to keep a handy thing at hand. If the Third Division of Shangqing makes another move, they will move three mountains over in an instant and block the door of his house. Let's see what he does. The three of them are just teaching disciples. I have experience in all realms and have led heavenly armies and killed demons. In a fight, who is afraid of whom?"
After a while, several pieces of Dharma Treasure were in hand, but another boy ran over crying, "Great Master, Great Master."
"It's a disaster, it's a disaster!"
"That pot of pills exploded again."
Great Master Xuan Du opened his mouth.
I just feel that the word Xuanwei is really eye-catching, and it is true--
"What a disaster..."
Great Master is heartbroken:
"Brother's elixir!"
On the second day after Qi WuHuo left the village, another extremely luxuriously decorated carriage arrived. The tall horses were all as tall as each other, with black fur like satin. The carriage was also luxuriously decorated. There were several riders following behind. Although these riders were only wearing ordinary clothes, their backs were straight and their eyes were like lightning, as if they were wearing heavy armor, which was very intimidating.
The people in the village were frightened.
Although everyone came out to see the movement, they all looked fearful and did not dare to step forward.
These people are here to find the broken leg old man.
How strange.
No one cared about him when he was alive, but after his death there was an endless stream of people looking for him. The horse pulling the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, and then a young man wearing black clothes, with a pale complexion and facial features like a woman walked out. He seemed to be in poor health and often coughed. He was supported by others and came to the place where old man was buried. He seemed to identify the location, then lowered his eyes and said lightly:
"Dig it."
"Yes!"
Old village chief was stunned, pushed away the people, walked forward, and said angrily, "What are you doing?!"
"Grave digging?!"
"Who are you?! Is there any more royal law, is there any justice?!"
"Get out!"
"If you don't get out of here..."
The young man waved his hand casually, and a rider drew out his riding whip and swept it across hard. The tip of the whip made a harsh sound, which made people's scalp numb. Then it hit the ground in front of old village chief hard, and a crack was created. The force knocked the old man to the ground, and his back hit the ground firmly.
Old village chief For a moment, I felt that my brain went blank, and then a feeling of soreness filled my body, as if my bones had been broken.
I couldn't move my body, the bones were cracked, and if I moved I felt like they were going to penetrate my flesh.
The young man said calmly, "Does a common man dare to call himself a king?"
"Open the coffin."
The people in the village gathered around old village chief, but they were too angry to say anything about what the young man wanted to do.
These riders, who were like tigers and wolves, started working together, and soon dug up the grave of old man, who had lost his leg, and lifted up the coffin. After opening it, the young man in rich clothes, with a fair face that did not look like a man, took a few steps forward, leaned over and looked at old man. The young man lowered his eyes slightly and sighed, "He is really dead."
"You should have no regrets after living seven more years, right?"
He picked up the badge of loyalty and bravery again.
Looking through the contents of the suicide note he left behind, he only gave simple instructions and did not reveal anything about it.
He also has a secret agent in the city and knows about the old man's life in the village in the past seven years.
When he was in the army, he had a very good personality and had many friends, and he almost never lost his temper. However, when he came to this village later, his temper seemed to have become bad because of his broken leg, and he often cursed people. No one in this village got along well with him.
No one wants to see him.
The suicide note also looked like this. As expected, the incident was never revealed.
The young man twirled his fingers with a calm mind.
"I deliberately pretended to be irritable and refused to make friends with the people in this village."
"Is it to protect this village after your death?"
"After all, if someone makes friends with you, then our family will have to worry about what you will say."
"At that time, your kindness was so great that no matter how unwilling our family was, we had no choice but to silence him."
He sighed and said:
"Those who survive on the battlefield of life and death are not just mindless stinky Qiu Ba."
To be honest, among the 600,000 Black Armored Army that year, one army rebelled, which eventually led to the Black Armored Army guarding that part of the city dying in civil strife. The death toll ratio was 70%, and they were thrown into the Jinzhou battlefield for violating military orders.
If it weren't for the commander-in-chief of the Black Armored Army who risked his life to protect his soldiers, these remnants of the soldiers would not be alive today. The saint had just ascended the throne in order to maintain stability. That commander-in-chief had been fighting with for half his life. Demon Kingdom is the pillar of the country. In addition, although [that matter] was completed, it has caused dissatisfaction among many Aristocratic Clan headed by Five Clans and Seven Sects.
He had no choice but to accept his checks and balances, not to kill these remnant soldiers, but to let them disarm and return to their fields.
Now that I saw this man dead, I felt relieved.
"It will save us the trouble."
"There is no need to 'send' you."
The young man looked around and asked, "Doesn't he still have a sword?"
"I probably bought some wine and pawned it off."
"That's it."
"It's really a dead end."
The young man whispered, his voice a little thin and feminine, different from that of a man, then he coughed a few times and covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief.
He waved his hand casually and said calmly, "[Sacrifice one's life for the country and be loyal to the king]."
"It would be too thin to be buried on the mountain."
"Choose another place."
"A grand burial."
Everyone else accepted the offer.
He walked past old village chief, just nodded, and said calmly, "My old friend was also a captain in the army. We have to see him no matter what."
He reached into his arms, took it out, and hung it in the air.
Open your hands.
Several silver melon seeds fell from the sky, scattered in threes and fours, and landed in the dust in front of the old man.
He wrote lightly:
"Just now our family has been offended a lot."
"These coins are for you."
"Take it."