What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 474 Spy Shadow (1)

When walking out of No. [-] Middle School, Xu Ji was smiling.

The people surrounding him laughed even more happily.

Especially Fang Ming!
"Mr. Xu... If you have anything to do, please call me anytime!" Fang Ming held Xu Ji's hand and said seriously.

"Okay!" Of course Xu Ji fully agreed.

To be honest, he really needs this big man with all-hands and eyes.

But not now, but in the future.

After Jindan!

Once the golden core is condensed, with Lan Xing's current aura level, it is impossible for him to continue to practice.

Xu Ji can only plan ahead.

He reckoned that after his Golden Core, he might only be able to practice in space.

Perhaps only the sunlight in outer space can provide him with power that Blue Star cannot obtain.

However, the golden elixir in the mythical world can only control the sky, and cannot enter and leave Qingming.

Therefore, he can only cooperate with the state.

Hop aboard the spaceship and head to space.

Not only do you need people when you go up, but you also need people when you come down.

Golden Core cultivators certainly have no possibility of re-entering the atmosphere by relying on their own abilities.

……

Watching the 'Rebirth Immortal Venerable' drive away.

Fang Ming sighed slightly, his back was already soaked.

"As expected of a reborn and returned immortal!" He thought to himself.

As a Martial Arts Grandmaster, that is, an S-rank martial artist of today's international standards.

Even in ancient times, in the golden age of martial arts, the great master of martial arts was also the head of a certain faction.

In troubled times it is a feudal town, in prosperous times it is a general.

Fang Ming's perception and sensitivity to Qi mechanism is far beyond that of ordinary people. He can perceive some things that ordinary people cannot perceive.

And just now, he knew that the smiling young man beside him did not belong to the category of 'human' at all!
The surging blood was as hot as volcanic magma.

Just getting close, his own blood was firmly pressed in the body by the surging and hot qi, and he didn't even dare to show his head.

This is already crushed.

Therefore, Fang Ming had no doubt that the 'Rebirth Immortal Venerable' had the ability to fight against modern weapons.

Even, it may not be impossible to catch the shells empty-handed.

This is just the power of blood.

If you use 'spells' and 'supernatural powers', even fighters will be helpless.

After taking a deep breath, Fang Ming turned his head and looked at the people following him.

The principal and teacher of this school...

The relevant person in charge of Tancheng City...

And those, the representatives of the big consortia hovering around the periphery.

He cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Xu's instructions, everyone understood?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Then give me the full implementation without compromise!"

"Director Tan!" Fang Ming waved his hand and called his old subordinates: "This matter, you have to carry out and implement it!"

"No problem!" Director Tan immediately came out with a smile and agreed.

Everyone else patted their chests to assure that no one would obey the instructions of the imperial envoy.

Especially, it's just something that costs money.

And it's not your own money.

The representative of Cosmos Bank even issued a military order on the spot, saying that "what Mr. Xu requested, our Cosmos Bank will do a good job of payment and supervision with due diligence."

People from the Tancheng City Education Bureau and District Education Bureau also expressed that they would ensure that every penny was spent wisely.

The principal of the No. [-] Middle School and the people from top to bottom are even more willing to issue a military order to ensure that all donations are implemented on time, in accordance with quality, and in accordance with quantity.

no way!
This afternoon, an outstanding and well-known alumnus has completely become a money-spreading boy.

Donate more than a small goal to repair the teaching building.

Several agreements were also signed.

Including, donate another small goal to build a new staff dormitory and student dormitory.

And a full donation to build a modern library, middle and high school chemistry, physics laboratories, etc.

Add up, donations for several small goals!
In addition, many visiting consortium representatives are also willing to donate.

Although these big consortiums did not donate money (dare not).

But the equipment was pledged and donated a whole lot.

All are the most advanced things in the world!
Relevant parties in Tancheng City have already patted their chests and promised that starting from this year, educational resources will be allocated to the No. [-] Middle School.

As far as the third middle school is concerned, it is still dizzy until now.

Until Fang Ming left.

The representatives of each consortium also left in luxury cars.

Everyone still couldn't believe what happened this afternoon.

But, all of this is so real!
"Our third middle school is about to rise?" the 55-year-old principal murmured to himself.

"En!" The person beside him nodded vigorously: "We are going to rise!"

There is no shortage of money, equipment, and policies.

Tancheng No. [-] Middle School will surely become a famous school in Tancheng!
From now on, No. [-] Middle School will become Tan Chengcheng's business card!

……

At the end of August, the beginning of autumn has passed.

The wheat fields outside Jicheng are already golden.

The heavy ears of wheat hang down in the field.

Countless birds and wasps formed groups of birds and bees, flying across the wheat fields.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a tornado.

The windmill was turning, creaking.

Among the channels extending in all directions, there are clear rivers flowing.

From time to time, figures of children appeared in the canal.

In their hands, they all carried strings of fish strung together with straw ropes.

The autumn wind blows, and the wheat waves turn over.

Looking at everything in front of him, the former Ju people all had happy smiles on their faces.

"It's all the blessing of the Heavenly Lord!" The old people said: "How could we have such a life before?"

"I can't even eat enough!"

The young people are all looking to the south.

Where is the direction of Liucheng.

"Tianzun hasn't come to the mortal world for three years!" A young man sighed.

"Yes!" This remark immediately resonated with those other people: "It's been three years!"

"I heard that Tianzun is waiting for the students under the sacred tree to gather the golden core before he is willing to come to the world again and educate the people!" said a well-informed person.

The others listened, felt sorry, and couldn't help complaining: "It's been three years, why is there still no one condensing the golden core?"

"Cultivation, how can it be so easy?"

"What's more, what Tianzun passed on is a brand-new avenue, which points directly to longevity!"

"With such a great way, it is of course even more difficult to make progress!"

Now in China, monks are not uncommon.

Moreover, it is something that people can encounter every day.

Even, they are our neighbors and friends.

Everything about monks is no longer mysterious.

Practice, Taoism, and supernatural powers have already entered thousands of households.

appear in people's daily life.

Therefore, the mysterious veil of Taoism and supernatural powers is no longer there.

Even farmers can say a thing or two about it.

"Everyone..." At some point, the man in the green robe appeared in front of the farmers who were enjoying the coolness and chatting in the gazebo by the field.

He cupped his hands slightly: "The poor Taoist came from afar, I don't know where this place is?"

The peasants glanced at the stranger, and an old man stood up and replied, "This is Ju County under the rule of Hua Guo!"

"Where do the guests come from?"

The visitor smiled, raised his head, and showed a young, kind, and handsome face: "Poverty came across the sea from Dongsheng Shenzhou!"

"I heard that there seems to be a sign of the birth of the Holy King in the Eastern Land, so I came here to follow the Holy King and make great achievements!"

This set of rhetoric is impeccable.

Since the Three Emperors ruled the world and the Five Emperors established the Lun, the human race spread to every state in the Three Realms.

Whenever a holy king is born, the monks in other states will feel it.

Then they came from all directions and worked tirelessly.

The people of Huaguo are also familiar with this young man's rhetoric.

In the past few years, although Tianzun has been in retreat.

However, monks, demon clans, and witch clans from all over the world came to vote in an endless stream.

Therefore, the old man immediately said: "So it's a visitor from afar!"

He also had no doubt that Ju County was originally a state on the coast of the East China Sea.

As the aquariums went to sea and the dragons of the East China Sea also joined in the great cause of digging dung stones for incense.

Ju County has also built several large docks.

In the past two years, there have indeed been monks and demon clans who have come from places such as Dongsheng Shenzhou and Beiju Luzhou to vote.

Last year, hundreds of monster races even came from Beiju Luzhou.

"Guests can go to the official office in Jicheng and register!" The old man introduced enthusiastically: "If it is suitable, the committee will arrange an errand for you!"

"Official office?" The young man chewed the word for a while.

"Has the orthodoxy been fully established?" He thought in his heart, then he cupped his hands and said kindly to the old man: "The poor Taoist is new here, there are many things that I don't understand yet, I hope the old man will explain the doubts to the poor Taoist!"

As he spoke, he took out a handful of shriveled fruits from his pocket.

These fruits are red all over, with obvious traces of aura: "It's a mere gift, it's not a respect!"

When he thought about it, when ordinary people saw such a spiritual fruit, they would stare straight in their eyes, right?
Unexpectedly, seeing the spirit fruit in his hand, everyone in the gazebo laughed.

"Young students, don't take out these things of yours!" The old man laughed and said, "We don't lack these things either!"

"If you don't believe me, look back and see the wheat field behind you!"

Hearing this, the young man was stunned for a while, then he quietly loosened the tight soul restraint, and when he looked back, he was shocked!

Because, in his divine and soul perception, the aura of the stretching wheat field interweaves and surrounds it like a cyclone.

In this mortal farmland, there is actually a lot of spiritual food!

He couldn't help swallowing: "This... this..."

"On the Pure Land Spirit Mountain, there are Buddhist Taoist soldiers, cultivating the Buddha's field!"

"Buddha fields are all transformed by the spiritual veins of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and the aura radiated from the fairy mountains!"

"The spiritual food produced in it is enshrined in front of the Buddha, and helps the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and their disciples to practice and understand the Buddha's Dharma!"

"But, what is this place? There is such a large-scale spiritual food!"

"Although it's not as good as the Lingshan Buddha Field, the number of Buddha fields in the Lingshan Pure Land is probably not as good as the number of wheat fields I perceive!"

In his spiritual perception, the mortal countryside in Nanzhan Buzhou, the rolling wheat fields, are more than one million mu?
The perception from the feedback of the soul, these wheat fields for planting spiritual food, stretches and undulates, boundless.

Not only that, but above these wheat fields, he sensed the aura of the monster clan.

These breaths are big or small.

But each strand is pure, clear, and bright, without any bloody aura, let alone the slightest ferocity.

This is Yaozu?

Shouldn't the Yaozu drink blood like hairs, eat people for food, commit heinous crimes, and everyone shout and beat them?
How is this going?

He couldn't help it, and loosened his restraint a little again, allowing the perception of the soul to continue to expand.

then……

He was stunned.

In his soul perception.

A majestic, holy, and bright holy tree entwined with infinite morality and rendered with countless auspicious colors stands upright and covers everything.

Let his spirit subconsciously worship him.

He couldn't help but clasped his hands together, and was about to kneel down and pay homage to that supreme holy tree, the tree of the avenue!
This is the instinct engraved on his soul.

It is also a habit!

Because the sage Zhunti also has such a holy tree.

Bodhi tree!

It is the tree where the sage established religion, and the holy tree of wisdom that shelters Xiniu Hezhou.

It is also the immortal tree of orthodox teaching in the West!

In a certain sense, the holy Bodhi tree is the holy man of Zhunti, and the holy man of Zhunti is the holy tree of Bodhi!

And in his consciousness, since the catastrophe of the Lich, the hibiscus sacred tree of the monster clan was severely damaged and fell into the dying state, in the three realms, there is only such a holy tree as the bodhi tree of the Zhunti saint.

The sacred sycamore tree cultivated by successive emperors of the Xiahou family has not entered the ranks of the sacred tree of the avenue.

The other sacred trees have decayed and died in the catastrophe before they even survived the catastrophe of Huiyuan.

In the Three Realms, when did a new sacred tree of the Dao emerge?
Who planted him?

Cut off the leader?

How can it be?

But if it's not the leader of the interception, who is it?
The young man's mind was muddled, his mind was Zen, and he couldn't help trembling.

He knows the horror and horror of the sacred tree of the avenue!
Because, he had witnessed with his own eyes that the holy bodhi tree killed hundreds of thousands of asuras who rushed to Nanzhan Buzhou from the sea of ​​blood in Jiuyou!

The holy bodhi tree didn't even use all its strength.

Those hundreds of thousands of Asuras have already been suppressed and killed by the mighty power of the holy tree!

The Zen mind of the young man finally fell.

His sealed consciousness is fully opened.

This made him perceive something more.

The branches of the sacred tree hang down in the sky, as if opening a light curtain, covering thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and fields.

However, those branches are immature and slender.

It is far less ancient and vicissitudes than the Bodhi tree.

The smell of the sacred tree is also hazy, green and ignorant.

He spotted the young man almost immediately.

Then, a hazy feeling rose from the young man's soul.

friendly, kind...

Young people understand the feeling.

"Is he greeting me?"

"He is very curious about me?" The young man was shocked.

Because he knew that this sacred tree was not yet an adult.

He is still a young tree!
A holy tree of enlightenment that already possessed the same power as the holy bodhi tree in its infancy? !
The soul of the young man seemed to be shrouded in ice.

And he also quickly smelled a familiar smell from his soul perception.

From the still young Holy Tree of Enlightenment, the familiar smell involuntarily emanates.

That is……

"Tai Sutian... the sacred tree of the demon clan... the smell of hibiscus wood!"

"Taisutian Nuwa Empress, from the hibiscus tree, broke off the treasure that symbolizes the vitality of the hibiscus tree, and blessed the sacred tree with the power of a saint?"

"The alliance between the Demon Cult and the Jiejiao has come to this point?"

Fusang wood is the root of the Yaozu, and also the last vitality of the Yaozu!
After the cataclysm of the Lich, the saint Nuwa used her own merits and countless spiritual treasures to cultivate the holy tree, trying to hang the last vitality of the monster race.

Not to mention breaking off branches from the hibiscus tree, even if a leaf of the hibiscus tree falls off, the saint Nuwa will be sad for a long time!

The young man took a deep breath.

He knew that his mission had encountered major challenges from the very beginning.

Intercepting teaching is not kind to people.

But the demon religion is not necessarily the case.

　Small counties have also been invaded by the epidemic...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)