2000 Years of Eternal Life

Chapter 105 A Hundred and Twenty Years Like a Dream

Not many people know the news that Xie Cang's death is approaching.

Because as early as five years ago, he had already passed on the position of temple master to Lin Qinghe, and he no longer managed the daily affairs of Chunyang Temple, fading out of the sight of all the disciples.

Except for some important festivals, he hardly appears in front of people.

For the disciples of Chunyang temple who have started in recent years, the old temple master Xie Cang is already a legendary figure, which is rare to see.

When Du Heng came to Ziqi Palace, he found that only himself, Zhang Xubai, Yang Xuyue, and Wang Xuyang had arrived among the disciples of the Xu generation, and the newly recruited disciples of the Qing generation had not come.

The Qing generation was all there, Lin Qinghe, Zhou Qingxiao, Han Qingshui, Wei Qingshan, Ye Qingping, all surrounded Xie Cang, with worried and sad faces.

Xie Cang was sitting cross-legged on a futon at this time, the skin on his face was very loose, he had many age spots, his eyes were dull, his figure was extremely thin, he was dying, his whole body exuded a kind of decay Old breath.

The old Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face, immortal demeanor, finally came to the end of his lifespan. Even if he broke through to the realm of Shenmen, it didn't prolong his life too much.

Du Heng walked slowly in front of Xie Cang, looking at the pale-faced, faint-breathing old Guanzhu, he couldn't help but recall in his mind the situation when he first started.

Although Xie Cang was over ninety years old at that time, he was still in good spirits and full of emotions. He would often pat him on the shoulder and praise him for being a good boy, saying that his being able to worship in Chunyang Temple was the whole Chunyang Temple. lucky.

But that was more than 30 years ago.

Now, the old temple master seemed to have difficulty even speaking.

"Why is this happening? With the strength of the power of the Shenmen realm, can't you even live to be 150 years old?"

With Du Heng's cultivation level at this time, it can be clearly seen that the vitality in Xie Cang's body is rapidly passing away.

In less than three days, he will die and become immortal.

Moreover, this is still the body that has taken the life-prolonging elixir and repaired by Du Heng's magic power. Now this state is at the limit and cannot be recovered.

The deadline is approaching.

"Is there really no problem with the lifespan of warriors in this world?" Du Heng had doubts in his heart, and secretly said, "Or, longevity is extremely difficult, and the realm of Shenmen can only live one hundred and twenty. Year?"

"Xu Jing, you're here." At this moment, Xie Cang, with his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened his mouth, and he sensed Du Heng's arrival.

"Well, I'm here, master." Du Heng sat down hastily, and gently held Xie Cang's withered hands.

"Xu Jing." A gentle smile appeared on Xie Cang's face, and at the same time he raised his head to look at Du Heng, his cloudy and dead eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a smile, "Good boy, good boy, Chunyang Temple With you, I'm at ease."

Afterwards, he looked at Lin Qinghe, Zhou Qingxiao and the others, and said with a smile: "In the future, the development of Chunyang Temple will require your generation to work hard and work hard, and the time to be a teacher is running out."

"Master!" Lin Qinghe was devastated.

"Master..." Zhou Qingxiao closed her eyes and took a deep breath to hide her sadness.

"Master." Han Qingshui was already in tears and his eyes were red.

Wei Qingshan and Ye Qingping lowered their heads and remained silent, but they both clenched their fists, their bodies trembled slightly, and their hearts were also extremely sad.

Zhang Xubai, Yang Xuyue, and Wang Xuyang couldn't help sobbing, and they were all very sad.

Even a strong man in the Divine Gate Realm like Shi Zu couldn't escape the limit of longevity.

No matter how amazingly talented, how talented, how powerful, and how great achievements you have made when you were alive...

Mortal.

"What are you shouting, as if the old man is already dead." Xie Cang cursed with a smile, and the people around fell silent, and then he himself fell silent, sighing softly, "Yeah, it is difficult through the ages, and the only way to die is to die." .By the way, I will emerge in Jinxia Peak in three days."

Very suddenly, Xie Cang announced the date of his death.

With his cultivation at the Divine Sect Realm, he can clearly determine the date of his death.

It's just that no one asked about this before, but he didn't expect him to say it all of a sudden.

For a moment, there was a dead silence in Ziqi Palace, filled with a sad atmosphere.

"You guys." Xie Cang shook his head and smiled, "The yelling made me seem to be arranging my own funeral. Let's all go, and don't have to stay here I.

"Come back in three days."

……

After leaving Ziqi Palace, Du Heng and Lin Qinghe returned to Shenhe Peak together.

The master and apprentice did not speak during the journey.

Xie Cang's state made them feel a little depressed.

In the past few decades, Xie Cang has always been the pillar of the Chunyang Temple, especially when Tian Xing was still there, he was the old man who alone supported the Chunyang Temple from falling down.

Although the strength of Chunyang Temple has become stronger and its scale is larger, it is stronger than when it was the most prosperous in history, but the status of this old temple master in the hearts of the core disciples has not diminished at all.

Even Du Heng respected him very much.

But now, this pillar of the Pure Yang Temple is about to fall.

There are only three days left.

After arriving at Shenhe Peak, Lin Qinghe looked at the familiar mountain peak and courtyard, and suddenly said: "It's a bit deserted, Xu Jing, don't you accept some disciples?"

Lin Qinghe has moved to live in Jinxiading since Lin Qinghe won the position of Guanzhu, and it is now Du Heng who is the master of Shenhe Peak.

"Well, it's really time to accept some." Du Heng nodded slightly, and sighed, "When the master's business is over, I will recruit some disciples. I can't let the lineage of Shenhefeng become a single seedling."

"Yes, people are mortal. If you want to leave traces in this world, you still need inheritance." Lin Qinghe sighed, shook his head lightly and said, "Be more sentimental."

"Master, is there really no way of longevity in this world?" Du Heng asked.

"Martial arts is the most effective method of longevity known. It is said that the ancestor of martial arts lived to be 300 years old. As for the longer..." Lin Qinghe shook his head and said, "Maybe those legendary gods and demons can do it, we are here No."

"I think it's not that there is no existence, but that it is limited by some kind of power." Du Heng said in a deep voice, "Perhaps the Shenmen Realm can live for thousands of years, but it is limited to one hundred and twenty thirty years by some unknown power. "

"Someone has raised this conjecture before." Lin Qinghe pondered slightly, "Before he disappeared, Patriarch Yujiang once said that the lifespan of the heaven and earth here is limited and they cannot live forever.

"It is said that the 'Heavenly Sword' who appeared in the previous dynasty also said similar things. In the end, she left a peerless sword mark and drifted away without a trace."

"In this case..." A flash of light flashed in Du Heng's heart, and he guessed, "Master, is there a possibility that as long as we leave this world where we are, the life span can return to normal?"

"It is indeed possible." Lin Qinghe nodded, then shook his head and said, "But we don't know how to leave this world."

"We don't know, the evil gods from outside the territory must know." Du Heng's eyes were burning, and he said in a deep voice, "Senior Water God told me that she had captured the souls of some evil gods from outside the territory, and obtained some information from outside the territory. , but the information is fragmented and incomplete.

"If there is a complete evil god from outside the territory, we can capture it again. This way, we should be able to learn more information about the outside world, and maybe we can find a way to leave this world."

"You mean, after the Lord of the Central Thick Earth arrives, capture him and torture him?" Lin Qinghe was stunned when he heard the words. He always thought that the strategic goal of Du Heng, Water God and others was to repel the evil gods from outside the territory. Just call back outside the domain.

I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated, so outrageous.

Want to capture it? !

"That's right." Du Heng nodded, and said solemnly, "In 17 years, the Lord of the Central Thick Earth will come. At that time, we plan to imprison God!"

This is paying attention to the enemy tactically and despising the enemy strategically!
……

As night fell, Jinxia Mountain also became quiet.

Inside Ziqi Palace, Lin Qinghe was summoned by Xie Cang again.

"Master, do you have something to tell your disciples?" Lin Qinghe asked very respectfully.

"There are indeed some things I want to entrust to you." Xie Cang nodded, and said seriously, "As a teacher, I will die, and I can rest assured that you are in the matter of Chunyang Temple, but there is only one thing that remains in my heart."

"Master is talking about... the Taiyin Sect?" Lin Qinghe knew his master very well, so he hit the nail on the head.

"That's right." Xie Cang nodded and said, "Pure Yang and Tai Yin are originally one, and it was only done as a last resort to avoid disaster, and the current situation should allow Tai Yin Sect to return.

"Ten years ago, Senior Brother Chu met me once before becoming immortal, and agreed to let the current Taiyin Sect Master come to my funeral to express his condolences. Afterwards, he led the entire Taiyin Sect back to Chunyang. Everyone make it clear."

"Disciple understands, master don't worry." Lin Qinghe nodded.

"Well, you have always been prudent in doing things, and you can rest assured as a teacher." Xie Cang praised, and smiled, "Next, you have to try to solve most of the problems in the Pure Yang Temple when you are the master of the temple. Hand over a perfect pure yang concept to Xu Jing, let him use the best foundation to carry forward the pure yang concept."

"Master, don't worry, this disciple will live up to his mission!" Lin Qinghe cupped his hands.

"Yeah." Xie Cang nodded lightly, then waved his hands and said with a smile, "Go, I'll be alone for a while as a teacher."

Afterwards, Lin Qinghe left Ziqi Palace.

It was quiet again here.

Xie Cang sat alone on the futon, felt his old and decayed body, closed his eyes lightly, and scenes emerged in his mind.

This is his life experience in the past 100 years.

The anxiety when walking out of the village alone for the first time when young, the panic when encountering bandits, the joy when being rescued by the master, the excitement when worshiping Chunyang temple, the depression when practicing martial arts, the excitement when traveling down the mountain and wandering the rivers and lakes , and the sad and beautiful face full of tears are all vivid in my mind.

After success in martial arts, Da Zhou was in power again, the world was in turmoil, and wars broke out everywhere. The master sent him and a group of disciples to go down the mountain to save the world and help the people. After traveling to [-] states, he saw with his own eyes the anger of mourning and starvation everywhere.

Later, Chunyang Temple suffered heavy losses in the troubled times, and its master died of death. When he was ordered to be in danger, he finally managed to support Chunyang Temple, but it perished in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Suppressed, Chunyang Temple was targeted by Tian Xing, and the eldest disciple died in battle...

"Fortunately, everything is better now, everything is better."

Xie Cang's cloudy eyes became bright again.

He struggled to support his body, stood up very reluctantly, looked around everything in Ziqi Palace, a satisfied smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

There was a deep reluctance in his eyes.

But no matter how reluctant, life cannot be extended.

Xie Cheng went back to the futon and sat down, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured.

"A hundred and twenty years are like a dream, and this world will finally be separated."

……

In the seventh year of Yanguang in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the ninth day of the first lunar month.

The joy of the New Year had dissipated three days ago, and now the entire Chunyang Temple seemed to have fallen into silence.

On the first day, most of the disciples were still kept in the dark, and some didn't understand. So, on the second day, many disciples knew the reason of the matter.

It was the third day now, and everyone's eyes were on Jinxiading.

suddenly--

The bright purple-golden light shot up into the sky, forming a cloud above the sky that could cover the entire Jinxia Mountain, it was too beautiful to behold.

But this piece of Qingyun only stayed in the air for a while and then slowly dissipated.

At the same time, everyone on Jinxia Mountain felt a throbbing in their hearts, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in their hearts.

The old Guanzhu's life has passed.

Inside the Ziqi Palace.

Lin Qinghe and other disciples of the Qing generation, and Du Heng and other disciples of the Xu generation surrounded Xie Cang's body.

No one spoke, and no one wept, but sadness filled the entire hall.

Here is deathly silence.

Du Heng looked sad, but his attention was no longer here.

After he came here, he separated a wisp of divine consciousness into the Dao Palace, and when Xie Cang was about to emerge, he pulled it into the Dao Palace.

This was the only way he could think of to keep Master alive.

However, if you want to do that, you still need to ask the master's own opinion.

……

Within the Dao Palace.

Xie Cang only felt that his whole body suddenly jumped out from the state where vitality was rapidly declining and death was about to come.

The spirit of the whole person has become extremely good, and his thinking has become extremely clear, as if he has returned to his youth, and the feeling of decay and aging no longer exists.

"What, what's the situation?"

Xie Cang looked around in amazement, and found that this place seemed to be a Taoist temple, and there was a mysterious man shrouded in mist sitting on the jade platform to which he was heading.

He knew that this was absolutely abnormal, he was obviously about to die, why did he suddenly appear here?

However, Xie Cang did not act hastily, but first bowed his hands to the mysterious man and asked, "I don't know what your Excellency wants to do?"

Du Heng asked with a smile in the tone of a Taoist priest: "Do you want to be the Emperor of Heaven?"

(End of this chapter)