Treasury Chamber, Under that old tree, the white-haired Daoist looked gentle, but Old Green Ox was already ecstatic.
He could no longer control his laughter.
Lift the corners of your mouth.
Can't hold it down!
I can't hold it down at all!
If he hadn't been worried about disturbing the public, he would have started laughing wildly with joy. At this moment, the aura around him was majestic, and he could not control the leakage. It was completely different from the state when he first met Qi WuHuo, when all the aura was restrained and not leaked.
But the aftermath of its leakage is already overwhelming and unparalleled.
The imperial realm!
Hahahaha, it's the imperial realm!
Old Green Ox laughed loudly.
Although it was said that he had managed to reach an ordinary imperial realm by relying on the power of the Daoist's ritual of going west to Han Valley, Old Green Ox was already satisfied. This was an emperor, and that was the ultimate in cultivation.
As for the great things, that is a path that requires [unprecedented and unprecedented] rituals to achieve.
Those who are not talented can not do it.
It cannot be obtained by those who are not blessed by destiny.
If you don't have an extremely strong Daoist heart, you can't do it.
Within and outside the six realms, for countless years, there are only a few high-level ones. If you take out any one of them, they are the gods who once resounded throughout the place and were famous all over the world. They are no small matter, no small matter. The current high-level ones--
Except for first disciple of the Three Pure Ones, there is only Judicial Great Celestial Venerable, the leader of the Lei Department Nine Heavens Thunder Sound Universal Salvation Celestial Venerable.
Master of Fire Luminary, Emperor Huoyao Dongyang.
And Yinsi Youming, Mount Tai Prefect.
Originally, Demon Race Demon Emperor was also a great Demon Race who had an impure bloodline and climbed to the top step by step, but he also died in the hands of Empress Houtu. As for Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi, the strongest among the innates, he was killed by Mount Tai Prefect, so he was removed from the list.
In addition, Zhuling Great Emperor of the Fire Department, the new emperor of the Plague Department, Supreme Lord Laojun of this generation, and other extremely famous sixteen-line Buddhas who were annihilated in the Buddhist Kingdom will succeed Primordial Heavenly Court 0 The Demon Race saints of 's remaining power are only ordinary imperial realms. After all, in the ancient years, Water God Gong Gong and Fire God Zhu Rong are just great products.
Although time continues to pass, today is different from the past.
The road ahead of the avenue is continuously opened by Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors.
However, the gold content of the big products has not weakened at all.
Yes, Three Pure Dao Ancestors and the Four Gods are stronger than before.
But this does not mean that Great Grade Great Emperor has become weaker. It is still extremely difficult to achieve greatness, and it is difficult to reach the sky.
Old Green Ox From the beginning to the end, I have never planned to achieve something great. If there are thousands of roads ahead, even if I can't find the way forward, I must not doubt that I am on the wrong path. Let there be countless dead ends, difficult roads, even if there is only a dead end, but there is no way out. This is the way to great things.
Its determination, foundation, Daoist heart, and even chance must be top-level!
Old Green Ox My own cow knows his own business.
As I am, there is no way I can pursue the foundation and Daoist aspirations of great things. After all, this matter is no joke. It does not mean that you can achieve great things if you want to achieve great things. There are many sufferings and dangers involved. Old Green Ox I feel that I do not have this fate, so forget it.
A little wealth means peace, a little wealth means peace!
What's more, he can follow Er Ye's east wind and achieve a breakthrough in the divine realm.
Master, was this what you expected?!
I shouldn't have doubted you!
Old Green Ox is in a good mood.
The Daoist Qi WuHuo, who was still gray-haired, asked Empress Nuwa to give up his clone for a short time and return to the Taiyi Realm as Primordial Spirit. He said gently, "If you need help, Empress, you will stay here for a while."
Empress Nuwa's true body is now in the heaven, in the sea of blood outside the thirty-third heaven.
Watched over by Great Dao Lord Yuchen, the incarnation of Shangqing Spirit Treasure Great Celestial Venerable's most dangerous period.
Qi WuHuo needs to go there before he can try to unite Empress Nuwa's soul and body. In a real sense, he can break the obliteration of Taiyi and let Empress Nuwa return completely. Of course, before that, he needs to break the blockade of the Taiyi Realm in advance and completely suppress the power of conquering Taiyi.
After Empress Nuwa agreed, he turned into a streamer and returned to that world.
At this time, although the surrounding environment was still the same, because I had already seen hope, Empress Nuwa was not as good as before. I felt that this Taiyi Realm was dark and lightless, full of despair. Instead, I felt like I was waiting for the final dawn.
Xihuang asked Qi WuHuo to go over. Man in green shirt crossed his arms with a cold expression. He leaned on the big tree under Treasury Chamber's door. After asking Qi WuHuo about his purpose and plan, he fell into silence and said, "Okay."
"But the timing will have to wait."
Timing?
Qi WuHuo looked at man in green shirt in front of him, who casually stretched out his hand and picked off a fallen leaf.
"In the A'Wa incident, there were betrayers, you know..."
This sentence is enough.
This sentence made Fuxi wary of all existences except himself. He looked at Qi WuHuo and said calmly, "Besides, Longevity of the South Pole now has malicious intentions towards the world. It takes time for all things to grow, so I won't bet on it."
"I will find a way to create a period of [absolutely safe] time."
"Let you bring A'Wa back."
"[Absolutely safe]?"
Qi WuHuo looked at Fuxi.
Such absolute words came out of Fuxi's mouth again, and they also involved Emperor Wa.
When these three layers of characteristics are superimposed, even a stone has to consider whether it can break through the three realms. Qi WuHuo had to feel a heavy feeling, and an instinctive omen of danger emerged in his heart.
What do you want to do?
Regarding this question, Fuxi did not answer directly. He just smiled, then patted Qi WuHuo on the shoulder. His eyes were golden and cold vertical pupils, which seemed to always have a calm and joking atmosphere, and he said lightly, "Time?"
"If you keep waiting for the so-called right time, you will miss the opportunity."
"You will know when the time comes."
Green-robed Scholar After saying this lazily, he went to bask in the sun.
Qi WuHuo looked at the Human World in front of him with a calm expression.
He finally participated in the funeral of Li Weifeng. His funeral was very simple and grand. The simplicity was that it did not have any royal-level treatment, and the grandness was because people from all over the world spontaneously mourned him. Such popularity and prosperity have never been seen since ancient times.
Qi WuHuo watched the funeral of Li Weifeng in the crowd.
But I also saw Li Qiongyu with a veil on his face. They met for the first time in a dream, and now they meet again at the place where Li Weifeng is buried. Li Weifeng is buried on a mountain, where he can forever look at the world he once loved.
Li Qiongyu's eyes are gentle. Looking at the imperial mausoleum and the world on this mountain, she is still as graceful as jade. Her black hair is hanging down, but there are already a few strands of silver in it. People in this era have long forgotten that she was once the most beautiful woman in the world, and Li Qiongyu is independent from the world.
When her younger brother was born, she watched him being born and learning to speak.
And in the past hundred years, she had watched him be buried and die with her own eyes.
The wind blew over his cheeks and white hair, Li Qiongyu said, "Wuyu."
The Daoist stood beside the mountain.
Li Qiongyu didn't look at him, but just said, "Can you gain immortality by practicing Daoism?"
This is the question that Master WuHuo among Yellow Millet Dream asked Mountain God Qiong Yu three times.
And now Qi WuHuo has given the answer.
"Yes."
Li Qiongyu lowered his eyes and was speechless. When he turned around, he saw the white-haired Daoist turning away.
When he said goodbye to this mountain, his old friends, and the world, little Dragon Maiden looked at him and asked melancholy, "Are you leaving?"
The Daoist nodded.
Little Dragon Maiden put his hands behind his back, tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and said, "But, didn't you say you promised to take care of me?" She had gone to the East China Sea before, so she naturally learned the identity of old Daoist from Canglong. At first, she was angry with him for what he did to Jing River Dragon King, but later she gradually understood.
Now that I know the separation, I feel melancholy.
Old Daoist smiled gently, rubbed her hair, and said, "Have I not been taking care of you for more than sixty years?"
Little Dragon Maiden blurted out. "When will you take care of..."
Her voice paused, and she suddenly thought that she had been near Treasury Chamber for the past sixty years.
Seeing the Daoist vomiting and listening to the Master's sermons, yet he was free and easy, walking around the world and doing whatever he wanted.
She recalled that she once stole for fun and then threw her money bag away, but she saw a Daoist man in the corner apologizing. Each thing passed through her heart, and she seemed to understand that Daoism did not have to tie her to a house.
The world is so vast, isn't it also about cultivation?
Old Daoist took off his purse and placed it in Dragon Maiden's hands.
His footsteps were gentle as he walked through the world, the spring rain fell and his voice ticked.
On that day, he recounted five thousand words of Daoist scriptures and spread them widely in the world. Only Mingxin and Yin got the final Spirit Charm and recorded it in the text. Mingxin was already an immortal, but he had no intention of ascending to Heaven. He wanted to pass on his Daoism to future generations.
When I was young, I had a close relationship with my best friend, but then gradually drifted apart.
He was at ease in the world of martial arts and his friends relied on Star Picking Tower alone, watching the Daoist go away.
This path is called [Louguan Dao].
But after that day, [Yin] seemed to remember something.
I would often sit there all night long, looking at the southern sky, silent.
King Wei Wu Li Zhai rides a horse to travel across the border and gallops at the border.
The old Daoist walked through mountains and rivers. In summer, flowers bloomed and the sun shone brightly.
And the reincarnation of Medicine Master Glazed Buddha finally passed away. The old Golden Cicada, even though he gave up his cultivation, was much stronger than him and had not yet died. He walked step by step on the Human World. He didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't know why he didn't find a place in the mountains to sit quietly and pass away.
Until he raised his head and suddenly saw the tomb he had dug with his hands and fingers, he suddenly understood something. He smiled slightly, supported his body with a wooden stick and staggered over. Then he threw the stick away and sat on the ground, looking at the tomb. After so many years, the surroundings had become lush and green, and flowers had grown on the tomb.
The boss Golden Cicada sat on the ground and panted a little tiredly.
He suddenly heard a young boy's voice, saying, "Are you here?!"
Golden Cicada reluctantly raised his head and saw the owner of the voice in front of him. Someone raised his hand to push aside the trees and lush branches and walked out, but it was young Daoist. His appearance was extremely extraordinary. He wore a purple gold crown and a worry-free crane cloak. He walked up to his feet with shoes and a ribbon tied around his waist. His body was like a boy's face and his face was like a beauty.
Boss monk recognized that this was young Daoist from Treasury Chamber's family.
Every time he went there, he would chat with this young Daoist for a while, and occasionally bring some gifts. The two of them were old friends. He immediately smiled and said, "I never thought, old monk, that I would be able to meet an old friend like you in the end."
"Why, are you still hiding the fruit?"
Young Daoist, who looks fifteen or sixteen, but has actually practiced human transformation for more than a decade, said calmly:
"... My fruit can no longer be found."
There is a touch of sadness and remoteness in this sentence.
One of the old friends traveled across the mountains and rivers to pass on the Daoism; the other worked to rejuvenate the world and died, leaving only himself. Old monk was dumbfounded. Looking at young Daoist's appearance, he deliberately joked, "It's a pity, it's a pity. Back then, old monk thought the fruits you hid were of good quality, but he never had the chance to eat one."
"Now it seems there is no chance."
Young Daoist said, "... That's all, I'll wait for you to take another turn and look for me next time."
He smiled slightly, looking majestic and extremely handsome:
"I'll give you some fruit."
"Eat something you've never seen before, just don't be frightened."
Old monk laughs.
Immediately, he coughed violently, his laughter gradually stopped, his eyes dropped gently, and his energy gradually weakened:
"Then it's agreed."
"Hmm."
"But why didn't you follow Him to heaven?"
Young Daoist replied, "I will always meet him, but before that, I want to see more, see more of the mountains and rivers of this world, see more of the breeze and the bright moon."
"If I leave and Mingxin is the only one left, how uncomfortable would that be?"
The luxurious and cool-looking young Daoist stood up, but he didn't say much to this monk.
Reincarnations are endless and we will see each other again.
"Old monk, remember."
"One day, when you are reincarnated, if you travel through thousands of mountains and rivers and come across a fairyland and a treasured land with hurried trees and a Daoist temple, hidden in Mortal World, and there is a couplet in it, the number is Immortal's Mansion of Eternal Life, Daoist of Heavenly Longevity, then it will be me."
Young Daoist's voice gradually faded away, and old monk's eyes gradually blurred. He looked at the tomb in front of him and saw the flowers blooming. A butterfly fluttered its wings and landed in front of him, dancing gracefully. Golden Cicada's eyes widened in front of the Buddha.
"Is that you?"
He stretched out his hand, and the butterfly landed lightly on his finger.
"It's you."
The old man monk's expression softened. He knew why he was here and said softly, "I'm sorry, it would have been great if I could have saved you then. I'm sorry, it was me who looked at you from above, but you were the one who saved me."
"If there is an afterlife, we can meet again..."
He murmured, then gently placed the butterfly on the petals, and folded his hands to form a Buddhist prayer Abhaya Mudra.
Soft and gentle.
"If there is an afterlife, I would like to practice spiritual practice, repay this love, spread great love, and dedicate it to the common people."
Monk passed away, turning into white light and reaching the sky, with twenty-four clear streams of light spreading to the left and right, which lasted for a long time before disappearing.
Young Daoist stopped and turned around, seeing among the trees, the tomb was full of flowers. Old monk, who was wearing gray clothes and seemed to have experienced all the sufferings in his life, was sitting there cross-legged with his eyes closed, making a flower-like gesture, and a blue butterfly landed on his shoulder.
Young Daoist turned around, left, and walked into the breeze and bright moon, Mortal World.
Mortal World is so majestic that an individual's life is criss-crossed and woven into this mighty majestic trend. This is destined to be remembered for a long time and is the era where legends originated. And the gray-haired old Daoist has gone through the bleak autumn and the white snow in winter.
His legend in the world came to an end in a very meaningful and magnificent way, but people suddenly discovered that from beginning to end, they only knew about the existence of the Master, but did not know what name they should call him.
Apart from this final battle, he never even showed his extraordinary strength in front of people.
The strength of people in the world is improving step by step.
But his level is only getting lower and lower.
It is the so-called hidden saint appearing in the ordinary world.
Finally, the white-haired old man stopped and raised his head. The mountain he saw in front of him was majestic and tall, rising into the sky. It was Mount Tai. It seemed as if something guided him here, as if it was brought by the luck in the Unseen, as if it was this destined reunion.
He smiled gently.
Take steps and walk up Mount Tai.
Boom!!!!
The aura that was still peaceful to the outside world suddenly began to become agitated, and energy appeared in the body.
The Daoist's back was straight, and the wrinkles on his hands began to slowly disappear.
Among the white hair, black hair grows again.
Who is there above the sky? Longevity of the South Pole, Ziwei of the North Pole, there is the realm of the remnants of Taiyi, Judicial Heavenly Venerable's blockade, the agreement with the Jade Emperor, the extremely complicated situation above the sky, the agreement to meet the three Teacher, and perhaps the laughing Jade Firmament Daoist Lord under the sea of blood.
Jade Emperor, Haotian, Taiyi, Sanqing, Siyu, all the gods!
The power of the world and the power of the six realms are still as majestic as the sea, and the old Daoist walks step by step.
Walk slowly and press your sword!
On the top of Mount Tai, the earthlings stood aside, looking with pale faces at the young man standing at the highest place with his hands behind his back. The latter was dressed in white, with a figure as tall as jade, and stern brows. His majestic aura and presence made the Mount Tai Mountain God inside these earthly beings feel fear.
Who is this?!
Who is he waiting for? This plain but majestic breath has suppressed them until they can't breathe. Time seems to have become infinitely long, stretched out, the world is deep, and in this extremely depressed atmosphere, there are dull footsteps coming here.
The earth creatures turned around.
Seeing old Daoist walking towards him, his wrinkles gradually disappeared, his white hair turned pure black, his eyes were clear and tranquil, but the complicated robes only gave people a sense of purity and nature, his black hair on the temples was slightly raised, he was clear and gentle, and his grace was like jade.
The young man in white turned around and said with a smile:
"You're finally here."
The Daoist held his sword, sat down in front of the young man in white, and said:
"Long wait."
A white robe and a robe, a wooden hairpin binding the hair, and a jade crown. Mount Tai is already the highest. They are at the highest place of Mount Tai. When Mount Tai Mountain God saw Qi WuHuo coming, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He bowed and saluted and asked the prince who this guest was. Qi WuHuo looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who smiled and said:
"It seems that this is your confidant, Wuhu, ask me? I am Zhang Xiaoyu."
"According to your habits, maybe you should call me--"
"Jade Emperor."
He smiles.
Then the faces of all the Mountain God people in Mount Tai were frozen.
On this day, Golden Cicada was reincarnated in front of the Buddha. The young Daoist walked around the world, saw the world of mortals ruled by his friends, and saw the clear breeze and bright moon that his friends could not reach. [Happy] True Person began to recount the words of the Dao, and [Yin], who had recovered his memory, raised his head and looked at the sky in the south.
On this day, Daoist Master Dingyan Peak Li Qiongyu opened up a line of Daoism.
On this day, Mortal World, there was nothing else to do.
Only peace.
The Jade Emperor and Zhenwu met at the highest point of Mount Tai.
As promised, I personally introduced Xuan Wei into Tianque.
Mount Tai The highest peak.
Name Jade Emperor Peak.
---<Continuation of the Daoist Canon·Dai Shi>
(End of this volume)
This volume is over. I will check the status tomorrow. Maybe I need to take time off to organize the outline.
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