Chapter 133: Tracing the Origin of the Rosary, Renamed by Backdoor
Taoist Master Xian Dao looked at it intently and couldn't help but be surprised.
It turned out that the person who appeared next to him was a middle-aged man with a vaguely green face, wearing a set of gray robes that were too large and inappropriate for the time.
The ups and downs of Qi are different from those of ordinary people.
This person calls him "Fellow Taoist", and can appear quietly without him being aware of it. At first glance, it seems that he is a Taoist practitioner, or even a peak existence in the Taoist realm, similar to
Yu Yin Yang Taoist.
However, upon closer inspection, I feel that when this popularity "rises", it has reached extremely high heights; but when it "falls", it is only slightly stronger than the short-term state.
The more I watch again and again, the more curious I become.
Xian Dao Dao Zun said calmly: "I wonder which family position you, this uninvited guest, represents, and what kind of high opinion you want to make?"
The middle-aged man in gray robe smiled and said: "Taoist Master, please take a look."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand a little. A light spot slightly larger than a grain of rice immediately appeared on his fingertips.
The Taoist Master Xian Dao stretched out his hand and caught it.
This is a method that is more and more transcendent than the ordinary "photographic stone", and it is like a scene after another that is connected to the heart, as if it were experienced personally.
Xiandao Tao Zun’s mind was immersed in it.
In the picture, the vegetation is lush, lush and numerous. Regardless of size or color, they seem to be slightly different from today's world.
Among them was a young man, carrying an iron ruler and a bag on his back, walking alone in the dense forest.
A rotten ancient tree was chopped into pieces, and a square ancient stele emerged from the black mud, more than three feet in length and width, with more than ten thousand small characters engraved in it.
The young man stood in front of the monument, watching for a long time, and suddenly smiled knowingly.
As time went by, the young man's moral conduct became higher and higher. He quickly established his core position in the sect. And seven or eight ancient steles similar to the previous inscriptions appeared one after another. Sutras
The writing is more or less different, but the style is unified.
Thousands of years later, the young man achieved the Tianxuan realm and became the chief in charge of a sect.
However, he vaguely felt that his path was different from that of ordinary people, and it seemed that he was not worthy of continuing to practice quietly and in a regular manner.
So he left the sect and traveled around the world again.
He came to an unknown place. On top of a solitary peak of Moyun, there was a section of mountain wall excavated by manpower called "Wentian Jue Peak". It was rumored that there once was a monk with extraordinary qualifications here. The path was originally smooth and shortcut.
No hindrance, it had long been the seed of a Taoist sect that had high hopes for revival; but in the end, due to mistakes, it stopped before the Taoist realm.
This man sat on this cliff, asked the sky and sang loudly, and finally sat down here.
Because of this allusion, when many ascetics after the Nascent Soul realm were approaching the end of their lifespan but could not make a breakthrough, they sang and danced here to express their feelings and burn out their last brilliance.
On the mountain wall, there are countless carvings left by his death.
The young man caught a glimpse of the scene in front of him, and suddenly he had an enlightenment. Based on what he had seen in the ancient monuments, he made a great ambition to succeed...
After watching again, Taoist Master Xian Dao remained silent.
There is no doubt that the protagonist in the story is himself.
The long story that dates back hundreds of thousands of years should have been lost in the long river of history.
He is at his peak as a Taoist Master of Human Tribulation, and he has the means to cut off the past and seal his mortal history. Now that no outsider has reappeared, it must be unbelievable.
What caught his attention the most was not here.
There is one difference between the experience just now and his real experience.
The shape of the ancient steles and inscriptions that I saw when I was a Taoist monk had already been engraved in my mind exactly.
But at this moment, the stone tablet itself and the text on the tablet are exactly the same as before; but there is only one thing worth noting:
In the scene just now, each stone tablet has a vague shadow under its own handwriting, forming four clear words:
"The Great Demon Lord said."
Although I guessed that the inscription in the inscription was the path to demons, I never saw the words "Said by the Great Demon Lord".
Taoist Master Xian Dao said coldly: "Where are you staying?"
The man in gray robe smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and picked out another spot the size of a grain of rice.
But this one does not need to be picked up by Taoist Master Xian Dao to check. It naturally gathers and disperses, turning into a stream of flowing light.
A review of the major worlds and dynasties over the millennium.
The divine kings, divine princes, and divine uncles who come here have completely different joys, sorrows, and joys according to their different evaluation levels.
Some people who have passed the low-grade assessment and whose life expectancy is approaching can't help but be filled with worry, drunkenness and dreams of death; or they may be moody, violent and wanton.
But just when this generation was in extreme despair, someone suddenly came to teach the Dharma.
The story and experience are exactly the same as those of Rong Kun, the leader of Songyan Kingdom more than a year ago, and he was used as an example.
Among them, the characters changed repeatedly, how Rong Kun was depressed and how he was taken advantage of by others. In order to obtain all the scriptures, how he actively taught the "true method" and bewitched the Shinto cultivators under his command... In about half a year, his rule was equivalent to transforming into a god.
Half of the divine uncles and others in this realm have converted to the new method.
This news can be described as a bolt from the blue.
However, Taoist Xian Dao's expression remained calm and he didn't seem too surprised.
Without him, the weight of this matter matched the omen that vaguely appeared in his heart.
Hundreds of thousands of years of hard work, but once it was all gone, someone poached me.
What really made him feel the pressure was the other party's confident attitude.
There is no doubt that the expansion rate of such cases in the lower realm is almost a thousand miles a day, and the poison is endless. Even if the other party makes a fortune silently, if they wait for three to five years, I am afraid that the foundation of Shinto will be corroded.
part.
Today, this person showed it in person, naturally not to show off.
This is because the opponent firmly believes that the situation is irreversible.
The Taoism of the Holy Religion requires the enlightenment of the Divine Will Tianchi; while the Taoism mastered by the opponent can break through the realm with just one skill. Comparing the two sides, it is almost impossible to stop, and it is destined to be difficult to stop. Even if the Shinto has become a trend, at most
It can only be identified to the level of Jie Tian and Dynasty.
Further down, it is simply impossible to achieve effective control.
The man in gray robe said quietly: "It is a predestined decision to borrow and repay. My Taoist friend Xian Dao borrowed the method of my demonic way, and now it has been restored to its original source, which is of course the right thing to do. But my Taoist friend Xiandao has made great achievements in my demonic way, and it is still the result of hard work. I
If you act in the devil's way, you won't forget the fishing boat, cross the river and abandon the raft. It is not the original intention of the great devil to have different opinions and attack each other."
“So, here’s a way to get the best of both worlds.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in gray robe took out a jade slip and scattered it lightly.
Taoist Master Xian Dao took a look.
Among the jade slips is a volume of exercises.
On the basis of today's Shinto methods, nine out of ten are inherited from the old method; but the new ideas seem to be very subtle. At first glance, it seems to be a pure Shinto method; but when viewed from another angle, it is similar to the latest methods.
The secret book of pure magic.
The man in gray robe said leisurely: "It is said that someone in the Shinto will break through to the Tao realm? It is really gratifying and congratulatory. My Taoist friends can continue to pass on the message. Because there is another breakthrough in the Shinto, the deduction of the magic formula has also been further advanced, and finally reached the perfect and flawless ultimate
realm."
"In this way, the ultimate purpose of Shinto is that immortals and demons merge and reach the same destination through different paths. This is the true meaning of Tao seen after lifting the last layer of hazy veil. Shinto monks can refer to the methods of the immortal sect, and they can also turn their heads and worship
Sacrifice to the Demon Lord and inspire him to become a follower of the Demon Lord. You have to decide what path you will take."
"Thousands of years from now, tens of thousands of years from now, the holy religion will add the word 'devil' and change its name to the Holy Demon Sect. There will be no distinction between religions and the door will be opened to convenience."
"Of course, these are all things for later, and there is no rush."
"Just open a hole first and that's it."
The Taoist Master Xian Dao's eyes were floating, as if he was looking into the distance.
The man in gray robe looked calm, as if he was quietly waiting for Taoist Xian Dao's decision.
Suddenly, Master Xiandao stretched out his hand to guide him.
A three-color Qi Qi descended suddenly, smashing the gray-robed man in front of him into pieces.
The man in gray robe appeared confused and surprised, but the next moment, he completely disappeared.
Xian Dao Daozun said to himself: "Someone is borrowing; you are stealing; they cannot be compared."
He traced his mind back to its origins and asked himself about the methods of Shintoism. Although he was inspired by the stone tablets of the Demon Sect, the essence of his own Taoism was gradually poured into it, and it became the real mainstream.
Show the way, show the way.
Shinto will grow into an independent avenue and will by no means completely inherit the demonic way.
Your own way cannot be obliterated.
However, when the opponent played his cards right, there was no proper way to deal with it.
ps: Draft. Read it again tonight and check for typos and sentences.