Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-First Li Dai Tao Zong
An open pavilion.
The carved railings, jade inlays, gold tiles and purple terraces are magnificent.
The jade platform is covered with rare delicacies, exotic wines, and exotic fruits and vegetables, with more than thirty-six kinds each, a dazzling array.
Under the jade steps, there is a pool with a length of 12 feet and more than a hundred palm-sized lotus leaves floating in the pool.
Sixteen young women with extraordinary looks, dressed in long skirts, danced with bare feet on the green leaves, flashing and moving. Their shadows were rising gracefully, and they were graceful.
Outside the pool, there are twelve people in two rows on the left and right, holding strange musical instruments, playing music and dancing.
The person sitting on the main seat is middle-aged, tall, with a square face, and his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are very well-proportioned. He is wearing a black gold animal python costume and a purple gold crown on his head. He looks good-looking. But at this time, he
His eyes were already hazy, the brilliance in his pupils was scattered, and he seemed to be in a state of intoxication.
The middle-aged man's cultivation level is not low, and his appearance of harmony is beyond the reach of Yuanying monks at least.
The man picked up the jade chopsticks and poked a huge bear's paw on the table. It was indeed crispy and fragrant. Then he waved his sleeves and said loudly: "Let's enjoy it together."
These words were clearly said to the two maids beside him.
However, the two maids' pretty faces were pale and their eyelashes were trembling slightly from beginning to end, as if they had something serious on their minds and were just barely keeping calm.
After hearing this, the two maids' faces instantly lost color. Thinking of what happened half an hour ago, they trembled: "No... I dare not..."
The man snorted coldly, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.
Immediately, he waved his sleeves and two rays of light swayed, cutting the two maids into four pieces.
A loud shout:
"roll!"
On top of the clear pool, dancing people and other musicians were running around.
The middle-aged man reached out and lifted it, and immediately spilled the food and wine on the table to the ground, mixing it with the blood stains on the corpses of the two maids, which looked very strange.
His name is Rong Kun, he is the head of the Songyan Divine Kingdom of Fang Rongjie Tianziying Dynasty, and he is a conferred god lord.
This state of intoxication and dreaming has lasted for three months.
The reason.
The first day of February this year is the day of Fang Rongjie Tian’s annual Shinto test in a thousand years.
He, Rong Kun, got a low grade!
In fact, he thought he had been quite diligent in his actions, but his luck was really bad. In the past few decades, in the lower realm, a group of mysterious demon cultivators emerged from nowhere, and many sects, sects, and Shinto practitioners were transferred to the lower realm.
The cultivators who open up their hearts will be killed sixty-seven out of ten times.
A hundred years ago, Rong Kun was still full of confidence and high spirits. If he continued to maintain the situation for two to three thousand years, he might not be without hope of being promoted to the king of the dynasty.
But when heaven fails to fulfill one's wishes, the dream is over.
What's even more incredible is that in normal times, if the achievements are damaged due to irresistible external forces, the Shinto envoys will not be too harsh. But this time after he explained the situation, the envoys came down to investigate, and found that there was no trace of it.
No trace of the so-called "demon cultivator" was found.
Due to this offence, Rong Kun rarely received a low-level assessment.
If you do not receive the rain from the divine heavenly pool to extend your life, when the time comes, it will be the time to die.
"Rong Shenhou."
At this moment, a very sharp sound suddenly sounded.
Rong Kun was startled and sat up straight.
There was already one more person than ten feet beside him.
Rong Kun took a closer look and couldn't help being stunned, then reached out and caressed his cheek randomly for a while.
The person in front of me is about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old, with small eyes and an almost unharmonious nose bridge. He is wearing a slightly yellowish robe with a strange-shaped pattern painted in the middle, which looks like a bird but not a bird, like a beast but not a beast.
Rong Kun said in surprise: "Who are you? How did you get in?"
God's internal government is heavily guarded.
It would be fine if someone with great supernatural powers could escape quietly; but the person in front of him was clearly only a Nascent Soul cultivator, two levels lower than Rong Kun himself.
But he just appeared so unnoticed.
The young man smiled and said: "Tell Rong Shenhou a secret."
Although he tried his best to appear approachable, his voice was so hoarse that it always made people feel uncomfortable.
Although Rong Kun was very suspicious in his heart, his face remained calm and he said: "You tell me."
The young man said leisurely: "If what I predict is true, it won't take long for Rong Shenhou to lose his soul and turn into a handful of loess. Is that so?"
Rong Kun looked cold and said, "Where did you get the news?"
His energy was as strong as a string, and he immediately entered a state of being ready to go.
If the man in front of him was clever with his words, he wouldn't mind an extra corpse in this bright hall.
The young man waved his sleeves and signaled Rong Kun to calm down.
He added: "If I say that I can extend the longevity of the Lord Rong and restart his path, how should Rong Shenhou thank me?"
Rong Kun's eyes widened and he stared fiercely at the person in front of him.
His look clearly contained two words:
"Do not believe."
But Rong Kun did not stop the young man from continuing to talk.
Just listen to the young man's unhurried words: "The ancestral court of the Holy Religion...Yingyuan Taoist established the method of connecting space; Taoist Xiandao established the method of inheriting the Shinto. Therefore, the Holy Religion flourished until today. Thirty-seven years of development
Jie Tian, with hundreds of millions of believers, ruled the roost for a while, and its power overwhelmed the first-class demon clan that had been inherited for several epochs."
"It's just that the vast number of sentient beings and many low-level monks don't know one thing - the so-called inheritance of Shinto is not the original method of Xian Dao Dao Zun; rather, he refers to a Taoist technique left by a long-standing great power, adding and deleting it.
The 'second turn' inheritance achieved later."
"Although the techniques have the advantage of adapting to local conditions, when it comes to the fundamentals of Taoism, they are not as advanced as the original true techniques."
"Did you know? This Taoist technique originally does not actually require any 'Divine Will Tianchi'. It is just a means for Taoist Master Xian Dao to strengthen his own control."
"If you get the good Dharma, it will not be fake as an external thing..."
A trace of red light flashed in Rong Kun's eyes, he smiled coldly, and four words popped out of his teeth: "That's a bunch of nonsense!"
But for some reason, his mind was buzzing, and these ten words were like echoes in the valley, vibrating endlessly:
"If you get the good Dharma, it will not be fake as an external thing..."
"If you get the good Dharma, it will not be fake as an external thing..."
When the young man saw that the heat had arrived, he suddenly smiled. He opened his mouth and spit out a tender green willow leaf. He said with a smile: "You will know the difference once you take a look."
“It’s time to clear up the source.”
Rong Kun was already in a confused state at this time.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and took the green leaf.
In fact, at this moment, his mind was in a state of confusion. It was a completely subconscious action, and he had no intention of exploring the mystery of this "green leaf".
But once he got this green leaf, he suddenly encountered a stab in his consciousness!
The thing was very positive, as if it were a living thing, and it naturally appeared in Rong Kun's mind.
What is presented is not text, but a transparent image of a figure sitting cross-legged.
Within the body, twelve qi machines of different colors float up and down, flowing freely.
This picture seems to have an inexplicable attraction. As long as Rong Kun himself does not deliberately stop it, it seems that the flow of Qi in his body will naturally follow the imitation.
After more than ten breaths, Rong Kun was surprised to find that he had been in deathly silence and had to pass through the water of the Divine Will Tianchi to "revitalize" his life-extending Qi. He seemed to have found a clue to its operation again.
I checked again and again to confirm that it was not an illusion.
Rong Kun's face suddenly turned red. He didn't care about the young man at his side, and immediately sat down and practiced cross-legged exercises.
About a quarter of an hour later.
Rong Kun opened his eyes again and stared at the young man.
Looking at each other for more than ten seconds, Rong Kun finally said: "What's next?"
After the image in the leaf rotated to the 12th level, a golden seal suddenly appeared out of thin air, completely blocking the movement of the qi machine.
The young man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and pulled out another yellow note as wide as a paper from his sleeve, saying: "You will know after you swallow it."
Rong Kun took a look.
There were more than a hundred words densely packed in it, and it turned out to be a secret oath.
Those below the Kingdom of God are equivalent to Shinto cultivators in the realm of divine transformation. As long as the road to advancement has been exhausted, Rong Kun will teach this method on his behalf. For every tenth of it spread, 20% of the remaining secrets can be unlocked.
In other words, if half of the Shinto cultivators under his distant leadership practice the transformed method in front of him, he will be able to obtain a complete Dharma.
Rong Kun was alone in his thoughts, and after a long time he said: "It has been widely spread, how can it be kept secret?"
The young man said: "Of course there is a way to keep it secret."
Rong Kun thought for a while and then said: "The age of the enlightened Shinto cultivators is registered in the world and the dynasty. If the time limit comes and the person who should have expired has not died, once he is
The superiors know that there is a big flaw, isn't it?"
Rong Kun smiled mysteriously and said calmly: "On the day when Rong Shenhou should reach the end of his life, subtle changes will naturally be revealed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's body turned into a strange cloud of smoke, which dissipated from the palace in front of him.
Only Rong Kun was left alone, stunned and lost in thought.
Half an hour later, after all the hesitation and fear had been eliminated, Rong Kun's eyes were filled with the joy of being reborn.