Shen Gongbao Great Sage Persuading Death Immortal

Chapter 105 Looking Up at the Starry Sky
"Friend Xiyi."

"It doesn't seem to be in line with the rules."

Mr. Wang stood in the academy, looking at the world like a god, and he knew everything in Zhuxian Town like the palm of his hand, but he just glanced at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The sleeping old Taoist in the Taoist temple stretched for a while, but he still didn't wake up, as if he was dreaming: "Xiaoyou didn't do anything, and the sage doesn't care about his deeds, so why bother to criticize ordinary people."

"The big one broke the rules. If he killed someone, according to the rules of Zhuxian Town, one life is worth one life, but he didn't succeed."

"Punish him not to enter Zhuxian Town. All kinds of good fortune are not destined for him. He is trapped in one situation. He will not be able to break through in this life. Life is better than death."

"Mr. Wang, isn't it enough for the sage to forgive?"

For a monk, the most uncomfortable thing is not to kill him, but to put a great opportunity in front of him, and then forcefully deprive him of it, making him live in regret all his life.

For a cultivator, the lack of the Dao is more uncomfortable than killing himself.

But Mr. Wang laughed, and stood with his hands behind his back, "Current practitioners don't look like they are cultivating Taoism, they are all cultivating immortals."

Cultivators of Taoism and cultivators of Immortals are completely two concepts. The former has skills, methods, and ultimately Dao. He has his own principles of Daoism, his own ultimate goal, and is willing to die for Dao.

However, those who cultivate immortals are different. What they cultivate is not Tao, but immortals.

What is a fairy?Immortal, supernatural powers, lofty, detached, this is a fairy.

Taoist cultivators cultivate both mind and strength, while immortal cultivators only pursue strength and use all means to climb to the top of the Great Dao.

It is biased to judge a cultivator by the standard of a cultivator.

"Then Mr. Wang can punish him."

Taoist Xiyi just said indifferently: "Why do you need to ask the poor Taoist?"

"It's the father's fault to raise or not teach. The teacher's laziness is the laziness of teaching."

Mr. Wang said indifferently, and the exquisite jade tablet on his waist made a sound, flying up and down, like the command of a god and man, the heaven and the earth move accordingly, the great way follows, and the words follow the law.

Hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers away, at the foot of Wentianzong Mountain Gate, a Confucian scholar in green shirt listened to the voice of the white jade pendant on his waist, smiled slightly, bowed and said: "Sir, disciple understands."

Hai Zeng only had the intention to kill, but he didn't do anything, so he couldn't be punished, because the sage doesn't care about his heart when he talks about deeds.

Haizeng's master broke the rules, and according to Mr. Wang's intention, he should be punished severely.

However, Taoist Xiyi has already punished him, so it is not easy for Mr. Wang to punish him a second time.

So, let's go to Master Hai Zeng's master, ask Tianzong's patriarch, and the patriarchs will settle the score.

The Confucian scholar in green shirt fluttered his sleeves, walked up the mountain, and laughed loudly: "Ask Tianzong's flying bastard... I'm here to tear down your patriarch hall!"

Immediately, a huge light appeared on the huge mountain, formations were opened, and monks walked across the sky with their swords.

Not only Jindan, Nascent Soul cultivator, but even a few vigorous auras of the Nascent Soul soared into the sky.

Jindan Yuanying is an immortal in the eyes of ordinary people, but for monks, only after cultivating the primordial spirit and proving the Dao Yangshen can they be called immortals.

Only sects with monks above Yuanshen can be called Xianzong.

Shen Gongbao thought about it, as if he had also seen this scene, and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Wang's disciple, you really have a temperament."

"vulgar."

Mr. Wang in the academy shook his head helplessly and spit out two words.

The Confucian scholar in green shirt froze, facing the hundreds of monks of Wentian Sect who were waiting in full force, he changed his tone and said, "The man who fights the shackles is nothing."

Cultural people swear, they pay attention to not using dirty words.

.........

Settlement is settlement, saving people is saving people, someone demolished the ancestral hall hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers away, and the young man in Little Zhuxian Town is dying.

Xu Laodao knelt down and begged bitterly, and kowtowed to Sifang Tiandi. He knew that there were many great figures in the small town, far better than the land gods in ordinary people's mouth.

As long as they were willing to act, it would be more than enough to save Chen Changsheng's life.

In the first house of Tianxiang Street, there is an old man who looks like a god, with green hair and golden eyes, sitting on the chair of the grand master, as if he is really a god above the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings on the earth, all immortals are ants.

A book appeared in his hand, like a book of life and death, recording the life and death of all living beings, and the changes in luck.

Whether it is the death of the ants in Zhuxian Town or the fall of the Nine Heavens Immortals, it is not worth his pen.

In a side room in Houde Lane, there was a tall and icy silver-haired woman who was practicing boxing with a firm eye. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at the graceful and luxurious woman who had talked with Hai Zeng before, and said without a trace of emotion: "Do you know that warriors of my generation, Why can you suppress Qi Refiners?"

Regardless of the dust on the ground, the luxurious woman knelt down on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed: "Since ancient times, there has been a shortage of heaven's law, which has caused a shortage of lifespan for warriors who should have become gods, but they are also favored by heaven. Warriors kill qi refiners. No cause and effect."

However, Qi refiners who steal heavenly secrets and aura are envied by the heavens, and when fighting with warriors, they are often suppressed, and they need to be at a higher level to fight. "

"Now that you have condensed the golden core, you can live for at least thousands of years if you keep going." The silver-haired tall slender woman said indifferently, "200 years is the limit of martial arts practice, are you willing to give up?"

The luxurious woman suddenly raised her head, her eyes did not conceal her naked ambition, they were as hot as a blazing flame, and said in a deep voice: "Thousands of years of mediocrity, tens of thousands of years, it is better to be happy for dozens of years, and see the nine states of the world Merry!"

Cultivating immortals may have a future in other countries. After refining to the Golden Core Nascent Soul, one can become a national teacher and real person, which can be said to be below one person and above ten thousand people.

However, in the fairy dynasty of the Jutang Dynasty, Yu Shi night toured to slay demon dragons, Tianwang Tuota suppressed all demons, eighteen scholars scatter ghost kings, and 24 heroes suppressed the immortal sect.

At the end of the practice, it is nothing more than 24 heroes becoming 25 heroes.

Only by practicing martial arts can one ignite one's luck for a lifetime, sublimate to the extreme, reach the peak in the fastest time, take charge of the majestic imperial power, and gain a foothold under hundreds of millions of living beings.

Besides, practicing martial arts is not a dead end, the one in front of you is the biggest example
"Then go to the backyard to practice."

The silver-haired Martial God punched out, mercilessly smashing the golden core of the beautifully dressed woman. In an instant, the originally youthful and beautiful woman suddenly turned into an old woman with gray hair, chicken skin.

The old woman was overjoyed, kowtowed repeatedly, and when she got up to open the gate of the backyard, she felt as if she had fallen into the depths of ice, trembling and chilling all over.

In the backyard, piles of bones were piled up, and tombstones covered with moss stood like a mass grave.

The ruthless voice of the silver-haired Valkyrie sounded again: "In the past 5000 years, you are not the first, and I don't think you will be the last."

If you die, you die, there is nothing to regret.

Who in the world can not die?
Let you be the peerless arrogance and magnificence, but in the end you will be nothing but a piece of loess.

Let you have icy muscles and bones, and crown the world with beauty, but in the end you will also be a pink skeleton, which is ridiculous and pathetic;

No matter you are a proud generation of heaven, with thousands of miles of land and no enemies in the world, after all, you are only a few names in history.

A new generation replaces the old ones. Seeing the tall buildings rise, the heavenly court collapse, the gods and stars fall like jade, and the immortals rise from the earth again, they are just passers-by after all.

The real thing that can last forever is the weeds, spring and autumn come, wither and grow again, and turn yellow and grow again.

"Good, good."

"All beings are equal."

In the temple, monk Kuduo recited scriptures silently, but looked at the scarlet red five-clawed snake with long horns on its head above the beam, as if hoping that it would strike.

As a result, the lazy snake snorted coldly, spit out two streams of white air from its nostrils, turned a deaf ear, and pretended not to hear.

It has been 5000 years, and Zhu Xianzhen is finally about to usher in the most critical moment. He can also ascend to heaven and live a second life.

Don't even think about spending your energy on this ant.

Real dragons don't speak ants!
"All living beings are suffering." Monk Kuduo clasped his hands together and sighed. He felt that for so many years, this guy hadn't listened to a single word of Buddhism, and he didn't have any compassion.

But, what can he force?
Forcibly oppressing this skinny snake to spit out true energy, what is the difference between a monk and this skinny snake.

Do unto others, do not impose on others.

Just as Mr. Wang couldn't get out of the academy and could only ask his disciples to question Tianzong, how could the monk get out of the temple.

After thinking and thinking, Monk Kuduo asked the novice to take off a piece of bodhi leaf, and wrote four big characters with a pen, scattering a little bit of Buddha's light.

——Ask for yourself.

The mud bodhisattva crossing the river cannot protect himself, and all he can ask for is himself.

A piece of bodhi leaf is not a medicine of immortality, it can allow people to live a second life, but it can only extend life, not save life.

A mortal who was hit by the monk's anger did not die on the spot, but his internal organs had already rotted into a ball of mud, and his limbs and bones were fractured.

If you want to revive, the difficulty is not just as simple as flesh and bones, but soars to the level of recasting the flesh and creating a human being.

But, who is willing to spend an elixir, a magic medicine to save a rootless mortal.

"Elixir, I have it."

Shen Gongbao said with a smile
"Really?"

Mr. Wang was a little surprised. His original idea was to hit Taoist Lu Zhe in order to make the emperor hemorrhage.

After all, when the heavenly court collapsed and many things in the treasure house of the heavenly court disappeared, the son of the emperor of heaven was the most suspected target of the burglar.

"How many do you want?"

Shen Gongbao smiled lightly, and a red gourd appeared in his hand.

In the Nine Heavens Cave, the boy Yuanyang, who had worked so hard to make alchemy, found that his elixir had disappeared, and immediately let out a scream.

"What does Fellow Daoist Shen want?"

Mr. Wang asked back, there is no love for no reason in the world, and there is no hate for no reason.

The characteristics of Chen Changsheng can attract Shen Gongbao's attention and concern, but this curiosity is far from worth an elixir.

So Shen Gongbao asked for something else.

"I want that sword."

Shen Gongbao pointed to the immortal sword on the south side of the stone bridge, and said with a slight smile, "That should be the source of the power of the end of Zhuxian Town."

Mr. Wang was silent for a while, and after a while, he slowly replied: "This sword is not for suppressing real dragons."

"I know that the real dragon doesn't have this face yet."

Shen Gongbao said calmly: "To kill a real dragon, you don't need the sword of Doom, and to suppress a real dragon, you don't need the sword of Doom."

"This Sword of Doom should be used to deal with those ancient beings."

Ever since he entered Zhuxian Town, Shen Gongbao discovered that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this town, and there are mysteries everywhere. There are many monsters hidden in this small place.

Mr. Wang nodded, and smiled wryly: "Fellow Daoist, see clearly."

"The layout of Zhuxian Town today is largely responsible for monitoring those ancient existences."

"Back when the heavens collapsed and the stars fell like rain, countless gods fell and reincarnated in Zhuxian Town. The immortal souls were brought back by their own descendants' sects. The sages of the three religions would also be lenient and allow He did not enter reincarnation, awakened the mystery in the womb, and sent a few heavy weapons as a reward for his contribution."

"Those outsiders' places to enter Zhuxian Town basically come from this. Their ancestors more or less participated in the battle against heaven."

"But, those evil gods..."

"How about I take those evil gods away?" Shen Gongbao stretched out his hand and interrupted: "I guarantee that they will not do evil in this world, nor will they appear in the world's Jiuzhou."

Mr. Wang suddenly said solemnly: "This is true!"

"It's hard to chase after a word." Shen Gongbao said with a smile: "Nine states in the world are very big, but they are too small for people like us. Why don't we go to Tianwaitian."

Shen Gongbao didn't say a word, the outside world is a very large area, the extraterrestrial starry sky is the outside world, and Da Luo Tian is also the outer world.

For a creature on a star, the galaxy and the universe are outside.

Mr. Wang pondered for a moment, and said with emotion: "So that's the case. It is said that when the heavenly court was not collapsed, it ruled many stars. Star field."

"Heaven is above the galaxy, and it is everywhere."

"I think back in ancient times, Fellow Daoist was also the lord of the stars. He disliked that the Jiuzhou world is too small today, and wanted to recruit troops and expand outward."

"Almost, almost."

Shen Gongbao smiled slightly, having seen the scenery of the prehistoric heaven and the heavens and myriad worlds, naturally he would not bind his heart to a single star, and would not be addicted to fighting for power and profit.

People can be as humble as ants, but they must also learn to look up at the stars.

"Then congratulations, Fellow Daoist, for taking the first step."

Mr. Wang congratulated, but he said with a bit of melancholy: "Fellow Daoist, you can leave as soon as you want, but I can't. The current situation in the Kyushu is too complicated."

"Three teachings and hundreds of schools are intricate and complicated, and they fight each other. After one continental war after another, no one leader was elected."

"The three doctrines can still complement each other, but the contradiction between the human emperor and the demon emperor is difficult to reconcile."

"If I can become a saint, maybe I can join hands with the saints of the three religions to suppress the conflict between the monsters, and combine the power of the three religions and hundreds of schools to open up towards the starry sky."

"If it doesn't work, the five Earth Immortals and Saints will compete with each other to fight for the leadership. If they fail for a day, they won't stop for a day."

"Mr. Wang can only care about the internal calamity, and I will help with the external calamity." Shen Gongbao promised: "The sage comes out, and the end of the law disappears."

"You are sanctified, I take the sword, this is a win-win situation, we can cooperate one or two."

"This elixir is my sincerity."

"Good!" Mr. Wang nodded in agreement, but he began to speculate in his heart.

He originally thought that Shen Gongbao was similar to himself, a great monk who stepped into the realm of the saint leader with one foot.

However, the more I look at it now, the more I feel that this person has already stepped in with both feet.

(End of this chapter)