Chapter 364 Shangqing: Old man, is this Taishang Xuanwei?!
Chapter 364 Shangqing: Old man, is this Taishang Xuanwei?!
In the picture created by the art of observing the sky and penetrating the earth, there is an old green cow.
Green cow, that is naturally quite common.
But it's so strong that it seems like it can push through a mountain when it raises its head, and it can crush two monsters to death when it raises its foot. It's still a blue cow. It seems that there is only one such one in the world.
The black-clothed Daojun stared intently at the old green bull.
Look at its strong body.
There is also the extremely familiar Jingang Zhuoer on the nose.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
No no no, no no no——
Shouldn't, shouldn't.
Fellow Taoist Taishang is still walking alone on the road before visiting the main road. How could he come down? Moreover, besides, isn’t that old green bull still retiring in the Tusita Palace? It is said that there is no fighting on the road, but there is no fight on the road.
If I wish to die in heaven, how could I be down here?
Hahaha.
coincide,
It's all a coincidence!
Even so, Daojun in black still grasped it with five fingers. The magical power that turned into water and reflected the three worlds instantly shattered and scattered. Yun Qin, who leaned over to look at it, felt very regretful and said: "Uncle
you……"
"It doesn't matter."
The black-clothed Daojun looked as usual.
Yun Qin Tian's heart was bright and he nodded. He didn't ask any more questions. He just sighed and said: "It will take a long time to fight again, and I don't have time to see you, so let's see you again after you forge the sword."
." After the girl said this, she picked up the folding fan, waved her hand, and left calmly.
This uncle was able to temper his sword at the intersection of the Tianhe River and the Sea of Blood, where the power of water is the most powerful.
There is no doubt that it has extremely strong strength.
His skills and methods are at least those of a certain True Lord who has been famous for a long time.
Even though he was a reclusive Tianzun, Yunqin didn't think it was too surprising.
But her relationship with this uncle was just a lazy friend.
Starting from this, it is best not to have any other relationships.
Therefore, Yun Qin never thought about getting any opportunities from him. His mood was clear and he walked with ease and grace, which made Daojun in black admire in his heart and said: "He is a disciple of my lineage."
He turned sideways again and looked at the turbulent and majestic place where the Tianhe River and the Blood Sea met. The part of Gou Chen's Bingge that was smashed down by Hou Tu was placed here, trained with the evil spirit of the Blood River and the vastness of the Tianhe River for more than thirty days.
, there are still fifteen days left to make up the number of seventy-seven forty-nine days, which can be used to make a sword.
But right now, the black-clothed Daojun has many thoughts in his mind.
I couldn't control my mood for a moment.
That thing can't really be that old cow, can it?
If this old cow is here, could it be said that...
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
The black-clothed Daojun swept his sleeves and took away many of the magic weapons here, and then walked casually. In an instant, he had changed his direction. What he saw in front of him was a Qingmiao Xuan Palace, which was the Tusita Palace. But he said
The Laojun of this generation was suffering from a headache. The Qingniu Ancestor who was "retiring" in the Tushita Palace was taken away. He had a terrible headache, but suddenly saw a dark light in front of his eyes.
His body was slightly stiff, and when he raised his head, he saw the depth of all things. He only saw a Taoist man in black, standing with his hands behind his back. His aura was deep, his rhyme was endless, his face was incomprehensible, and his soul was unfathomable. He seemed to be the ancestor of all things, awe-inspiring.
Do not look directly.
Taishang Laojun's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately bowed and saluted, saying: "I have seen the Great Heavenly Lord of the Supreme Pure Spiritual Treasure."
His voice was vast and deep, and he said flatly: "No need."
Taishang Laojun asked respectfully: "I accepted the responsibility of Taishang Laojun ten thousand years ago, and I vomited and refined elixirs every day. It has been peaceful for a long time. I don't know that time is about to pass. I don't know that the Supreme Pure Spiritual Treasure, the Great Heavenly Lord, has condescended to come today.
, do you have any instructions? We respect the laws and decrees."
The black-clothed Taoist said in an indifferent voice: "Where is the green cow?"
No explanation at all, just asking.
Taishang Laojun was stunned, feeling that the Great Heavenly Lord, who had cut off countless calamities and had boundless murderous intent, seemed not so happy.
Suddenly, I thought that I had entrusted Master Xuandu to make elixirs to repay the credit.
The Taoist in black found out that he had gone out gambling with the old scalper several times, and his face turned pale.
My whole body was shaking!
Great Master Xuandu!
We have been friends for so many years, and I don’t want to help you. Is it necessary to tell the truth directly?
You might as well tell Yuqing.
You, you, you, why do you have the worst temper?
But after hearing what the Great Heavenly Lord asked, it seemed that this was not the case, I immediately felt relieved, and then answered honestly:
"It was Master Xuandu from Xuandu Temple in Zifu who came personally and took the green bull away."
Huh? It’s Xuandu...
The black-clothed Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and laughed to himself. But it was a mistake. It was a mistake. There is an allusion that a mortal is once bitten by a snake and is afraid of well ropes for ten years. Who would have thought that the same is true for me?
When Lao Qing Niu arrived, he thought it was Taishang? It could also be that Xuandu took the cow away.
Taishang Laojun was worried in his heart.
But there was no response. When he raised his head, he saw that the surrounding clouds were dispersing, and there was peace. There was no such fierce and forbidding demeanor. The famous black-clothed Taoist had also left. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and went to
After a few steps, I sat down on a chair. I felt cold sweat falling from my forehead and exhaled: "Fortunately, fortunately."
"I thought [something] had happened..."
The sea of blood and the Tianhe collided with each other, making a roar like thunder. The black-clothed Daojun swept his sleeves and robes, and threw the cut off part into the entire river, allowing the weapons to be refined in the roaring torrent.
He cast a series of spells, then stretched out, lay back directly on the clouds, lazily crossed his legs, and said with a relaxed and happy look on his face:
"Hahaha."
"I know it's Lao Niu, right? It looks like it was sent by Xuandu..."
"Not the Supreme Taoist Fellow!"
"…………"
The smile of the black-clothed Daojun paused slightly, and another thought emerged in his mind——
The problem is, that boy from Xuandu can't get out of the door or step forward from the second door.
He is a grumpy little guy who carries the alchemy stove and fights when he goes out.
He took the Supreme Lord's green ox to meet a guy he didn't recognize. What was he going to do?
The dangling right foot of the black-clothed Daojun paused, and after a few breaths, he sat up in a hurry. There was a sense of doubt in his eyes. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to do the math, but then he thought of the agreement between Yuqing and himself, so he thought again.
He took a breath, put down his palms, and frowned slightly: "Could it be that this kid..."
The black-clothed Daojun lowered his eyes and looked at the world. After all the twists and turns, it was already dawn in the world.
Seeing the high mountains and long rivers, the smoke from human cooking, the fluttering of birds' wings, the passing clouds, the woodcutter calling his clapper up the mountain, and in the small courtyard in the mountain, the green cattle flicked their tails and grazed carelessly, and the young Taoist priest walked out.
, there was an old man behind him smiling and stroking his beard, as if he was giving instructions on the young Taoist's exercises.
The black-clothed Daojun's eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant, there was no need to think about it anymore.
Sent to Lao Qingniu’s Xuandu.
And this Taoist friend who has never come forward to give personal guidance.
The black-clothed Daojun lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes. He was filled with anger, resentment and regret, and he slowly whispered:
"I see--"
……………………
"Wu Huo's snacks today are quite good. Hey, we haven't seen each other for a long time. You got most of your skills from other places. I don't know it yet, but today you have three flowers gathered on top, and you can become an immortal."
, come on, let me see what your current methods are like."
In the morning, Qi Wuzhu prepared some dishes made from popular fruits and vegetables. The old man seemed to eat a lot of them with great interest. Then he took Qi Wuzhu to the yard to see his methods. The young Taoist held the
The sheathed Blood River Sword was saluted.
The Supreme Leader's guidance is different from that of others.
He will not personally spar with Qi Wuhuo, he will just let Qi Wuhuo use his own moves and magical powers. He will just watch from the sidelines. The young Taoist does his own thing, holding the sword and using all the magical moves along the way in front of the teacher.
After practicing it once, some of it was taught, some of it was learned while fighting with others, and some of it was self-enlightened.
The golden light shines freely, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and it also has the ability to control wind and fire. The sword energy is extraordinary and the sound of the piano is boundless.
He used it in turn all the way, even though Qi Wuhuo didn't use his Qi, which was so pure that it could be called immortal energy, it still set off waves, and the energy was scattered in all directions. His simple magical power was enough to attract and attract the outside world.
Qi, in order to show all kinds of incredible means of different appearances.
Old Qingniu was filled with emotion when he saw this.
Sure enough, the second master has a strong foundation and high skills.
As long as Di Ting didn't rely on his innate magical powers to cheat, he would definitely not be a match for the second master in a single fight. But if Di Ting had been prepared in advance, the result would have been different.
Bai Ze and Di Ting are basically the weakest in the encounter.
Just rely on your realm to bully ordinary gods.
I have to kneel down when I encounter several capable opponents of the same level.
But if Bai Ze and Di Ting had a fight with others, they would never lose.
Without him, those methods and magical powers are simply too unreasonable.
Qi Wuhuo demonstrated many of the methods he had used along the way, and then stood in front of the teacher. The old man smiled and praised a few words. He was about to speak, but suddenly he paused slightly and raised his eyes to look at the heaven.
He glanced in the direction of the north, and then suddenly seemed as if nothing had happened. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Wuhuo has a strong foundation and a solid foundation."
"At this point, it's time to have other adventures, so there's no need to worry about the teacher."
"Hehe - [As a teacher] I need to thank him."
The old man didn't say anything more about this matter, he just smiled and said: "However, although the foundation is solid, Wuhu has not survived the thunderstorm, right?"
Qi Wuhuo nodded.
The old man stroked his beard and said, "Do you know the road ahead?"
Qi Wuhuo nodded and said: "Yes, the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top has transformed into one, but there is still a little bit of Yin in this body that has not been eliminated. As the cultivation level grows, thunder catastrophe will come, break the thunder catastrophe."
, this person is pure Yang, he is an orthodox immortal, but he has the means of the Yang god to go out on location, and travel thousands of miles, just in a single thought."
"There are also many incredible methods."
"After that, we will gather the five Qi to realize the Earth Immortality."
The old man smiled and said: "Earth Immortals and True Lords are already of the highest quality. They are the way to refine the gods and return them to the void. They refine the essence and energy, and the energy to transform the spirits. They all focus on one [transformation], and the way to refine the gods and return them to the void,
But there is one [return], my disciple’s Taoist mind is unique, and at least most of the eight difficulties will not stump you, but you will have to go through the rest one by one."
Qi Wuhuo said: "Please give me some advice, teacher."
The old man stroked his beard and said: "The world calls the Eight Difficulties, but these Eight Difficulties are not an ordinary number. They only say that for passionate people, the difficulty lies in emotion; for ruthless people, the difficulty lies in ruthlessness. How to explain? Only one person has the strongest temperament.
The weakest point, as the Buddhists say, is to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. How can an ordinary killer be called a butcher?"
“Those who kill extremely hard should give up killing, those who are heartless know what love is, and those who are passionate know what it means to stop love.”
"There are all kinds of things in the world, and the Eight Difficulties are different for each one."
"There is no need to confuse you..."
The old man sighed: "Between the North Pole and the South Pole, you are a seeker, and the way of others is your difficulty."
"You need to [Prove the Tao] before you can take these eight difficult steps. If you have already achieved the Tao, then when you become an Earth Immortal, there will be no obstacles in front of you, and the road will be smooth until you reach the True Lord."
Qi Wuhuo thought deeply and said, "What is [Proving the Way]?"
The old man smiled and said: "To prove it is clear, since the Tao is clear in the heart, it needs to be demonstrated internally, and it can also be manifested externally, such as the bright sun, which can make oneself realize the Tao, and can also benefit the common people. This is to prove the Tao. If
If this Tao really exists, then no matter where you are, it exists. Is there any reason why you can't show it to others?"
Lao Qingniu's eyes shrank and his scalp went numb.
???
Is this, is this to open up one's own lineage of Taoism?
hiss--
Is the second master going further than that bastard raised by Fuxi?!
The old man picked up the eight-view palace lantern he had when he opened up the Taoist tradition, handed it to the young Taoist, and said with a smile: "Although I am still very far away from you, I should have this intention if I am not confused. This lantern is given to you because of this wish. I just think hard and meditate on it."
, if you search from top to bottom, how can you call it a proof?"
"I'm just thinking about Tao."
"In this case, if you die, your Tao will not exist. But if you die, the Tao will not exist. Then your Tao will only exist depending on you? Can it be called
Is it the Tao?"
The young Taoist felt a sudden enlightenment in his heart. He held up the lamp with both hands, calmed his face, and said seriously:
"Disciple thanks the teacher for his guidance."
The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "You have no confusion, just practice breathing and breathing on your own."
"You need to overcome the thunder tribulation within half a month and reach the pure Yang of the soul before you can take the next step in practice."
"yes."
The young Taoist then practiced breathing and breathing, focusing seriously, while the old man made tea and poured it out. It took about a while for the tea to be brewed. The old man raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance. No movement was seen, and the cup of tea had disappeared.
He disappeared. When he got up, he also disappeared. Everything in front of him was like a dream and bubbles, fleeting. What he saw in front of him was the waves like angry waves and the sky like wash.
A black-robed Taoist stood between the sky and the sea, drinking from a cup in his hand, his brows as sharp as swords.
The old man said with a smile: "It turns out that I am a fellow Taoist from Shangqing. What are you doing here?"
The black-robed Taoist looked silent, drank all the tea, and said calmly: "I just want to ask you, after disappearing for so long, you unexpectedly appear. It seems that you really value him, Your Majesty."
The black-robed Taoist looked at the young Taoist in the distance.
It's like seeing scenes from the past.
He is a junior swordsman whom he recognizes, and a junior cultivator whom he praises.
He was the one chosen in the bet between himself and Yuqing.
It is the uncut jade that is determined to be accepted as a disciple.
It is also the source of the vague anger, regret and unwillingness now.
After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and stared at the old man in front of him indifferently.
Everything is silent, like thunder about to fall and a building about to collapse.