I am immortal.

Chapter 27
The edict is the destiny.

The orderer holds the festival to call people.

And those who are too superior...

Don't dare to think, dare not speak, dare not read.

Therefore, between the heaven and the earth, the vitality seemed to be condensed, and it surged suddenly. The earthly Mr. Tao felt his heart beating wildly, and he staggered a step, as if he had fallen into a vortex. There were two voices, one was old and gentle, the other was clear and clear, chanting and whispering, and finally the old man's voice gradually disappeared, as if it was just his own illusion.

Only the voice of the young man was clear and bright.

"The decree of the Supreme Being, surpassing your solitary soul, ghosts and ghosts, all four lives."

"He who has a head surpasses, he who has no head rises, he kills with a gun, and he jumps with a rope."

"Death openly and secretly, injustice and injustice, the creditor's enemy, the begging son."

"Kneeling in front of my stage, gossip shines brightly, stands on the ridge, and transcends the other side."

Qi Wuhuo just followed the old man's chanting, and when he played the piano, there was a trace of golden streamer on the strings. He saw those murdered people, the yin energy dissipated, and seeing them The men and women who had their own hideous faces all returned to their original appearances in the golden light.

The clothes became clean and tidy, and the blood stains and bruises disappeared.

A faint golden streamer radiated from his body.

In the end they seemed to know that they were going to leave. Looking at the faint golden light on their bodies, they looked at the young man playing the piano with gratitude. When Qi Wuhuo was about to get up to return the salute, he staggered and couldn't get up.

The old man stroked his beard and said calmly, "Don't try to be brave."

"This formula is made by consuming your primordial spirit with your great wish to cross people."

"Although I have helped you, you have consumed a lot yourself."

Qi Wuhuo nodded, pressed his fingers on the strings of the zither, and watched those souls disappear with a gentle smile. Then he withdrew his gaze and said, "Old man, what is the name of this secret?"

The old man stroked his beard casually and said:

"I just thought about it, there is no name."

Qi Wuhuo asked doubtfully, "Think about it now?"

The old man laughed without changing his face and said: "Yes, yes, the old man has lived too long, and he just remembered it with difficulty."

"As you get older, it's easy to forget things."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Since it is a memory, it should have a name."

"It does have a name, the old man just remembered."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"Yes, I just remembered."

"The full title should be "Taishang Daojun Said the Mantra of Rescue Suffering and Difficulty to Resurrection"."

Qi Wuhuo said to himself: "Zhang...?"

The old man smiled and said: "Most of the Taoist classics are also somewhat different. According to whether they are difficult or not, they can be roughly divided into [Miaofa] [Xuanzhang] [Yujue] [Taoist] [Zhenjing], which become more difficult in turn, but although it is said It is the [Truth] that has the highest personality, but it has spread the most, no matter what level the written ones are, most of them will be named [Truth].”

"The old man doesn't think they are loud."

"Those who wrote the scriptures probably also hoped that the latecomers would be able to forge ahead bravely and stride forward."

"Really deduce its fundamental method to the level of the [Truth]."

The old man seemed to approve of this behavior.

Qi Wuhuo murmured these words to himself, and then thought of the "Lingbao Jiuyou Long Night Rise to Death" by Tan Taixuan who cultivated the innate qi, mastered the supernatural power of controlling wind, and claimed to be able to open a school of dharma veins. "Xuan Zhang" also belongs to Xuan Zhang, and I couldn't help but wonder what I was studying, hesitated for a while, wanted to ask, thought for a while, and closed my mouth again.

The old man smiled and said, "Wuhuo, is there anything you want to ask?"

Qi Wuhu pursed his lips.

After all, there was still some youthful spirit, and he lowered his voice and quickly asked in a low voice: "Then what did you teach me?"

The old man laughed out loud.

Finally, traces of this age can be seen in this young man who has killed evil cultivators and even transformed the souls of the dead.

He stretched out his finger, pointed at the boy in blue shirt and nodded: "You, haha."

"However, after all, you are still young, and the things in your dreams should only be used to train your mind. It may seem true or false, and it cannot be true."

"You asked what you cultivated?"

"If you really want to say it."

"What the old man said is to guide you, and what I pass on to you is not considered a complete Taoist treasure."

"so……"

The old man's voice paused slightly, he stroked his beard, his expression was gentle and free, and said: "Listen well, I will teach you."

"Not included in these five categories."

"It is not a genus of [Miao Fa], it is not included in [Xuan Zhang], and it is not called a volume of [Yu Jue]."

"Don't make [Taoist] collections, don't record [True Scriptures]."

"Only by dictation, you know what I know, only you learn."

"Only these things must not be spread in the future."

Qi Wuhuo didn't know enough about cultivation, and he didn't understand what the old man's jokes meant.

The old man took from him the volume of text that recorded the last wishes of these people. Seeing the regret and hope recorded on it, the words he said to his family were sincere and sincere. The old man covered the scroll and sighed, saying: "No Do you know why the Daoist sect needs several times of heart-training tests to teach the Dharma, and only those with a pure and firm mind can teach the Dao?"

The old man looked at these words and said: "Cultivators want to live forever, and in the first half of their lives they often travel around the world freely and freely."

"Disdain all kinds of life-prolonging methods."

"However, the further you go, the life limit is gradually reached, and there is no way to break through."

"The longer the time, the more fearful you will be from this persecution. If you don't have enough heart, you will often be unable to bear such fear, and gradually change, turning into a [beetle] that uses many means to seek longevity, beetle, Poisonous insects also... can use any means to prolong their lifespan."

"Although each family is cautious when teaching the Dharma, but people's hearts are changeable, but it is difficult to calculate accurately."

Qi Wuhuo murmured: "Silverfish..."

In the words of the old man, he seemed to see young Taoist priests who were as young as he was at the moment, and full of vigor and high spirits. The shape of a silverfish twisted in the gap between heaven and earth, twisted and eager to prolong life.

The old man glanced at him and said, "Do you not know why?"

"Because, after you refine the essence and get back the life treasure, you will have seen how long your lifespan will be."

Qi Wuhuo's expression changed slightly, and he understood the oppressive nature of this sentence.

"After that, every day I live, I know how much vitality and life span I consume."

"Every day, I clearly feel that my lifespan is shortening, and I feel that the day of death is coming."

The old man also pointed to Qi Wuhuo's eyebrows, which made his brows feel stagnant and tingling, and said:
"It's like seeing a sword destined to take your life, coming towards you every day."

"You can't avoid, you can't escape. You are destined to lose your vitality and die on that day and at that moment. It is approaching day by day, and the moon and the moon will never stop."

"One step is not fast, but one step is not stopped."

"This is the Great Terror."

The old man rubbed the boy's head with his palm, and said with a smile, "But you have to remember."

"Although he seeks longevity, he is a Taoist who is not afraid of death and sings while drumming."

"Since you call yourself poor, you need to know who is the Taoist."

"Pedestrians walk the avenue, and the body and mind are in order. Only the Tao is followed, and following the Tao to do things is to be a Taoist priest."

"I passed you four words today, so don't worry about it."

The old man paused and said:
"Seek, don't be greedy."

"You seem to have a friend here, so the old man won't show up..."

The old man rubbed Qi Wuhu's black hair, and when he raised his palm, it had already disappeared, naturally.

Qi Wuhuo's primordial spirit was extremely exhausted at the moment, but he sensed a familiar aura outside, but he didn't know which land this aura belonged to, and couldn't call out his name. He wanted to get up and open the door, but his body compared to The Yuanshen was not as good, he couldn't even move, so he had to play the piano with his palm, and the Yuanshen played the sound of the piano to open the door.

………………

Taigong Tao looked at the low wooden gate, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

He just heard the sound of the zither, and saw that those souls who had been refined by the Lingbao Dongxuan lineage were directly transcended——

A zither sound, ferrying the souls of the dead? ! !

The old land has also recognized those underworld and ghost agents, but has never heard of such methods!

want to quit.

Don't dare to retreat!

When I was struggling, I suddenly heard the sound of the piano, the sound was like pine, deep and distant, as calm as a fairy, and the wooden door opened naturally.

The young man sat under the plum tree and played the piano, his blue shirt was as old as before, his black hair was hanging down, and his voice was clear and warm:

"Have friends come from afar."

"Friend, please come in..."

(End of this chapter)