Nine Gates of Immortals

Chapter 67

"Tianshu? Not a bad name!"

The saint has returned to her aloof appearance, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, making people unattainable.

Her veil was lightly covered, her eyes were flat, and her back gradually drifted away under the light of the candlelight, and finally disappeared in the inner hall.

Luo Fan clutched his chest and stood there blankly.

How could she not be Tianshu? The two of them were carved out of the same mold.

Suddenly he thought of Yuan Tiangang's remarks about twin flowers. Could it be that she and Tianshu are also twin flowers?
But it doesn't feel like it, the two people have nothing in common except their looks are exactly the same.

However, Luo Fan always felt that she was Tian Shu, and that feeling was very strange, which made him think hard all night.

It's strange to say that no one came to ask Luo Fan and let him stay overnight. If word of this got out, I'm afraid there would be a huge disturbance.

Can't sleep at night, the next morning.

"My lord!" A maid appeared next to Luo Fan and brought him face wash.

"Uh, thank you!" Luo Fan didn't expect that he could still enjoy this kind of treatment, his chest pain was no longer so bad, and the slap last night was quite cruel.

After washing his face, Luo Fan had another breakfast here, but he never saw the saint again, so he had to leave in dismay.

The saint looked at Luo Fan's leaving figure thoughtfully in a tall turret behind the Ming Hall, and she was holding a portrait of Luo Fan announcing the world in her hand.

"What are you talking about, he just left this morning?" Situ Shuren listened to his subordinates' report with surprise in his eyes.

In this way, the relationship between the two seems to be extraordinary, and it will be more difficult to deal with it if it continues like this.

"How about this..." A master next to Situ Shuren said something in his ear.

"This is not a solution." Situ Shuren nodded.

"Then I will order my subordinates to do it." The master left in a hurry.

When Luo Fan returned to Wangxian Tower, he was honored as a guest of honor, and a good guest room was specially reserved for him. When he returned to the room, he fell into deep thought again, but couldn't figure it out.

"Ziyu, let me see what exercises you have." Luo Fan had no choice but to divert his attention.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, there are two copies of Guangtian Rank Kung Fu.

"Six altars of ancestral scriptures!"

"All dharmas are inseparable from the self-nature. When the self-nature is, it is pure; when it is self-nature, it does not arise and perish; when it is self-nature, it is self-sufficient; when it is self-nature, it is unshakable; when it is self-nature , can give birth to all dharmas."

These opening sentences are like the introduction of the fairy scriptures, which makes people realize suddenly. Unfortunately, this is only a fragment, so it has only reached the elementary level of the heavenly rank.

The second book is called "Eight Zen Brocade", which is the primary level of heavenly exercises.It is a secret technique, only the eight-character mantra.

"Om Ma Zhimu Yesared" extinguishes the suffering of the six realms of samsara,

Empty Realm Dharma-Nature Bardo Realm, Great Liberation and True Enlightenment,

The sambhogakaya exists in the world, Dzogchen and enlightened,

The internal and external organs are at their own discretion, and the great joy becomes enlightenment,

Since he is indistinguishable to the other shore, the Great Nirvana is originally enlightened,

Om Ma Zhimo Yasaled, who moves around the Dharma Realm.

By exporting the eight-character mantra, one can obtain the power of belief of all living beings, which is a kind of great detachment.

Perhaps this exercise came at the right time. Luo Fan entered into a samadhi, trying to comprehend this secret method, and sat for seven days.

When he woke up, he could see that there seemed to be many different threads floating in the air without using his eyes.

Green is spiritual energy, black and white is the power of yin and yang reincarnation, and the innate power of five colors and five elements, etc. Unfortunately, Luo Fan has no way to do it, and now he can only absorb spiritual energy.

And the power of faith is a golden thread with the smell of incense.

"Om!" Luo Fan uttered the truth, and suddenly nine powers of faith entwined around his body, like Buddha's light added to his body, looking extremely sacred.

Luo Fan opened the doors and windows, and he could see countless lines overlapping the entire world, and the power of faith in the imperial capital was drawn by five inexplicable forces, one of which was the Vientiane Shrine direction.

"What a magical power!" Luo Fan felt that his realm hadn't improved, but his strength had definitely improved a lot.

"You are a monk halfway, don't cultivate too deeply, or you may have big troubles in the future." Ziyu came out to remind Luo Fan every time at critical moments, and he could be regarded as a good teacher and helpful friend.

Luo Fan nodded secretly, and came to a corner on the second floor of Wangxian Tower, but heard some rumors.

"Have you heard, this saint doesn't seem to be pure either, she looks completely different from the former and the latter."

"That's right, it's said that her aloofness is just faking, and a few days ago, she actually left a man in the palace overnight. It's really outrageous."

"Hey, if only I were that guy. If you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let Peony miss you, you'll take your own life first."

Luo Fan was stunned, why did he feel that the man mentioned here was himself, and then looked at the tightly closed Vientiane Shrine, whether there was someone adding fuel to the flames.

"I heard that people in black always appear at night recently, burning, killing, and looting high-ranking officials and famous families."

"How is it possible, are the subordinates of the four commanders all free-living?"

"Who knows, anyway, the imperial capital seems to have fallen into a precarious period, ah, what are you doing!" The speaker may have drunk too much, and his mouth is not sure. Before he finished speaking, a group of soldiers rushed up , suppressed him and his companions.

Not long after, the restaurant was more than half empty, and almost all the diners who had time to spare were taken away as suspicious persons.

The rest were also afraid of harming Chi Yu and left angrily.

"Take this away too!" A centurion pointed at Luo Fan with the scabbard in his hand, and several people rushed up immediately.

Luo Fan rolled his eyes, and the soldiers dared not step forward because of his momentum.

"What are you still doing in a daze, take them away, and those who dare to arrest them will be killed without mercy!" The centurion drew his long knife out of its sheath, showing a fierce expression.

"Are you sure you are talking to me?" Luo Fan really didn't understand, how could there be such a pig-headed person under the four commanders!
"Go!" The centurion shouted, and the soldiers immediately attacked with their knives, while he himself retreated secretly.

"Fire the arrows!" The receding figure of the centurion waved his hand suddenly, and countless crossbow arrows flew towards Luo Fan from the window.

Luo Fan's figure flashed and disappeared in place, grabbing his neck under the surprised gaze of the centurion.

"Swish, swish!" All the arrows pierced his body, causing him to quickly turn into a puddle of pus and blood.

"There is poison in the arrow!" Luo Fan finally understood that these people came for him.

In an instant, the second floor of Wangxian Tower turned into a purgatory, and all the soldiers died.

"Is it done?" Ouyang Ke and Situ Nalan hid in a small building near Wangxian Tower, their palms were covered with sweat.

This is a risky ambush, if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent, and you will never be allowed to stay alive and become a handle.

There was a deathly silence, and just when they thought they had succeeded, a windy man suddenly walked out of the building.

Like a killing god returning from hell, corpses littered the fields wherever he passed.

(End of this chapter)