What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 7 Murder without cause and effect

Tianpeng just walked out of Biyou Palace.

He let out a deep breath, stretched out his hand to touch his back, his robe was already soaked.

He picked up the talisman and glanced back at the Biyou Palace on the Zizhi Cliff. He was about to set up auspicious clouds, return to the heaven, and return to the Jade Emperor, but that's all.

I saw that Biyou Palace suddenly became gloomy.

Rolling dark clouds, pressing down from the sky.

The wrath of the saints, mighty and overwhelming, rolled in.

Murder is boiling!
The canopy was so frightened that he almost wet his pants.

He thought that he had done something wrong and was noticed by the saint, and now he has to settle accounts with him.

Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he saw a sword cry in the Biyou Palace!
Clang!
The canopy slumped to the ground.

"It's gray... Lao Zhu is going to be gray..."

The sword light rose, fell straight into the sky, and slashed towards the west.

Tianpeng looked stunned!

The Jade Emperor in Lingxiao Palace was also stunned.

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In Tushitian, in Laojun's view, the gossip furnace is slowly turning, Liuding's divine fire is beating, the elixir in the furnace is slowly forming, countless auspicious lights are blooming, golden lotuses are springing from the ground, and flowers are falling from the sky.

The two boys carefully served the elixir in the furnace.

Laojun sat on the futon, drowsy.

Suddenly!

The saint snorted.

"Teacher, what happened?" the two boys asked.

The old gentleman closed his eyes and said, "It's not a big deal, it's your uncle Tongtian, who has been trapped for thousands of years, and finally came out with a sword!"

The two boys were startled, and their lips trembled.

Thousands of years ago, in the Myriad Immortals formation.

Riding on a Kui Niu, holding a Qingping sword, and a map of mountains and seas behind him, the figure of the saint who settled in all directions emerged from his mind again.

"Tong... Tong... Master Tongtian came out... out of the sword?" The boy in the golden clothes asked tremblingly.

"I've been trapped in the Biyou Palace for a thousand years..."

"Your uncle Tongtian will never take out the sword again..."

"I'm afraid no one in these three realms can sleep peacefully!"

"Swords are good!" Lao Jun said with a smile.

For most people, intercepting the leader's sword is a big problem.

But for saints.

What I'm afraid of is that this sect master will not use the sword!

If he does not take out the sword, everyone will be worried, afraid, and wary.

A sage, and the first sage under the sect of Daozu, who is trapped in the dojo, who is not afraid?
After all, that was the disciple who was most doted on and liked by Daozu.

On the treasure cliff that year, it was the leader who divided the most treasures.

Before the Daozu joined the Dao, even the innate treasure Hunyuan Fuchen, which accompanied his countless Huiyuan, was also passed on to the sect master Jie!
What other congenital things like the Immortal Execution Sword Array and the Six Soul Banners are even more unknown.

Therefore, for thousands of years, the sect master has been trapped in the Biyou Palace.

Except for the master in the Taisu Tianwo Palace, the other four saints were frightening.

Now, he is out of the sword.

No matter where the sword is slashed, whoever it strikes.

It all means that the boot that has been hanging has finally landed.

The sect master has already drawn his sword.

Cause and effect manifest naturally.

He stepped back into the heaven and earth chessboard.

No longer incalculable, no longer incalculable.

It's like a gambler.

If he doesn't come to the table, no one can win his money.

As long as he gets to the table and makes a bet, there will be winners and losers.

only……

"Huh?" Lao Jun suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, his face full of shock.

in the perception of this saint.

The sword from the Biyou Palace slashed straight to the Western Pure Land.

There are 24 visions of the heavens rising up.

"Amitabha!" The ancient Buddha opened his mouth to praise, with endless mercy: "Brother Dao is merciful, and I hope that you will be merciful!"

But in the perception of the sage, that sword did not evade, and mercilessly cut through the 24 heavens.

He doesn't care about the face of the ancient Buddha at all, let alone the faces of the two Western saints and the sages of the teachings behind him.

The Buddha didn't really stop it either.

24 The phantoms of the heavens dissipate like bubbles.

The sword light slashed towards the merit pool in the depths of the Pure Land.

A golden body of Bodhisattva raised his head in horror.

"Teacher, spare your life!" He screamed, at the same time sacrificing countless treasures in the merit pool, desperately resisting the falling sword light.

but……

To no avail.

The sword light fell mercilessly.

The sword light slashed, and the relic was broken.

The sword light slashed again, and all kinds of treasures in the merit pool shattered like a bubble.

The golden body of the Bodhisattva is like the ice and snow that meets the sun, it melts quickly, and the true body is revealed.

But it is a divine rabbit who has cultivated for millions of years.

In the past, Jin Xian taught Jin Xian with long ears and Dingguang Xian, and today's Western teaching Dingguang Tathagata.

The God Rabbit whimpered, and the green smoke rose up, turning into ashes in the sword light!
Exactly: The pitiful ascetic practice for millions of years has now paid off!

"Good! Good!" The ancient Buddha sighed, feeling sorry for this old friend.

There was no sadness on his face, but a trace of smugness on his face.

Because, the leader of the interception has already used the sword to kill.

Then he became a chess player on this world chessboard again.

His next sword was the elusive and nowhere to be found Heavenly Sword.

So, this old friend really deserved to die.

It's not in vain to take care of and make good friends for thousands of years!
But the next moment, Gu Buddha's smile froze.

because……

Intercept the sect master's sword...

No causation at all!

Under the heavenly way, the existence of the sect master is still vague, detached from the world, without the slightest cause and effect.

It's as if people didn't kill him.

Gu Fu suddenly felt horrified!

Immediately raised 24 heavens, sacrificed countless treasures, and escaped into the depths of the pure land.

He is afraid...

Intercepting the leader of the sect will never stop, and strike him with a sword!
Laojun regained his senses.

"Compassion! Compassion!" The sage, who was always quiet, felt a chill down his back and countless goosebumps.

Killing without sticking to cause and effect, in the past, only Yuantu and Abi swords in the hands of Styx in the sea of ​​​​blood could do it.

However, those who can be killed by Yuantu and Abi swords are all people who have exhausted their energy!

It was the one who was killed by Yuantu and Abi under the influence of cause and effect.

But the sword that Tongtian cut out just now killed the golden immortal who intercepted the sect in the past: the long-eared Dingguang immortal, the current Western sect Dingguang Tathagata, the future Dingguang Happy Buddha!

It has a future!

It means that the number of breaths is not exhausted!
However, it is still gray under the sword of Tongtian!
Lao Jun recalled the sword that he had just perceived.

It seems to be imaginative, like an antelope hanging its horns.

The sword light fell, and the lamp went out when people died.

And for no reason at all!
The saint could not help but lower his eyebrows and sigh.

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Kunlun Mountain, Qilin Cliff, Yuxu Palace.

Thirty thousand zhang Qingyun, rolling down, a hundred thousand miles of haze, stretching the palace tower.

Blossoming golden lotuses bloom everywhere, and auspicious light circles the eaves of the palace.

It's time for the sages to preach!
One after another, the disciples of Jinxian were respectful, sitting on the futon, listening to the sage teacher discussing the great way.

For a while, the hype falls, and there are countless auspiciousness.

suddenly……

Sibuxiang, who had been lying in front of the sage, opened his eyes.

The saint also stopped preaching.

"Compassion! Compassion!" Yuan Shi sighed.

The eldest apprentice Guangchengzi, who was sitting on the left, saw this, his eyelids twitched, knowing that something might happen, he asked respectfully, "I dare to ask the teacher, but something happened in the Three Realms?"

The sage lowered his brows and said nothing, but said to Guang Chengzi, "Come here!"

Guang Chengzi respectfully came to the sage's seat, bowed his head and said, "Disciple listens to Teacher's teaching!"

The Yuanshi sage stretched out his hand and grabbed a treasure in his hand.

This treasure is a flag, the flag is one foot seven inches long, the whole body is dark yellow, and the light of morality flows.

It is the treasure of elucidation and teaching: Wuji Xinghuangqi.

In terms of defense, the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth is second only to Laojun.

It is a congenital spiritual treasure bestowed by Taoist ancestors!
The Yuanshi sage handed this treasure to Guang Chengzi, and said, "Hold this flag first, and keep it by my side!"

Guangchengzi was stunned, wondering what happened?So much so that his teacher should be so cautious, not only to give Wuji apricot and yellow flag, but also to keep himself by his side for protection!
Just listened to the sage of Yuanshi: "The long-eared Dingguang immortal is gray!"

"The shooter..."

"Your Uncle Tongtian!"

The Jinxian present all looked sideways.

Intercept the leader, he has been trapped in the Biyou Palace for thousands of years!
Now, are you finally willing to draw your sword?

With one sword, take the traitor's head?
It really is Uncle Tongtian!

Jairui will report to the leader!
It's just that Dingguang Xian with long ears, although he bullied his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, he betrayed his teacher's sect.

But now, he has devoted himself to Western religion and is protected by two Western saints as Dingguang Tathagata.

Why was he killed by Master Tongtian?

They were thinking about each other, only to hear the sage teacher exhorting: "Now, don't go out and walk around at will, each in the cave, and recite the Yellow Court quietly to avoid disasters, don't fall into the mundane dust, fall into your Tongtian master Uncle's killing intent!"

When the immortals heard the words, they were horrified, and they bowed their heads and said: "Disciples, please obey the law!"

The sage of Yuanshi looked at the panicked disciples, and quickly comforted them, saying, "You don't need to panic too much!"

"In the past, Teacher Zixiao Palace personally went out of Zixiao Palace and ordered Shijier and other Taishang Laojun and Shishu to resolve grievances and grievances with your Tongtian Shishu..."

"The face of Zixiao Palace, you Tongtian Shishu still have to give it!"

The immortals listened, and then put their hearts back into their stomachs.

Otherwise, who would be able to comprehend the Dao with peace of mind?

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in the stone room.

Xu Ji fell to the ground.

"Too much force!" He sighed with emotion while holding the sword in his hand.

The sword in his hand has become extremely light.

It was as if the sword had just been cut out and cured its hidden disease for many years.

On the sword body, the blossoming green lotus engraved in seal has become brighter.

And in the mist of the stone room, the treasures also bloomed with festive auspicious brilliance.

It seems to be in Hershey.

As if to celebrate the death of a guy whom these treasures have hated for a long time, the big guys are dancing on each other's graves together.

Xu Ji looked at it, inexplicably.

He staggered to his feet.

By this time, the initial panic had passed.

Just like killing the cauliflower snake in the dormitory back then, reason returned.

He has to think about the aftermath.

"Will that sword of mine just now be seen by the prying eyes?" This was what he was most concerned about.

If so...

He sat on the futon again and looked at the dormant treasures in the mist around him.

He let out a light breath: "I'm afraid I have to prepare for the worst!"

The story of the donkey in Guizhou told him.

If you can't scare away the enemy at once, then it's best not to continue to stimulate the enemy.

Otherwise, once a flaw is seen, what awaits him must be death!
Fortunately, the sword just now proved to him that he seems to have inherited not only the body and treasures of this old monster, but also the mana.

So, if you really want to work hard, you still have the qualifications to fight.

Of course, Xu Ji also understood.

Even though he inherited all the magic power of this old monster, he is still a Xibei.

Today, he is like a child who was suddenly put into the cockpit of a fighter jet.

Hugh said that he killed the enemy with a plane, and I'm afraid he doesn't even know how to fly!
If one is not careful, the machine will be destroyed!
and so……

"I have to be careful..."

"Learn and adapt slowly..."

"Absolutely can't mess with just like just now!"

I don't know how many instruments are in the fighter's cabin, and a child will have an accident if they press it randomly.

He is average too!
Thinking of this, Xu Ji stood up, summoned up his courage, took the sword in his hand, and walked towards the depths of the mist.

He must find clues and intelligence about this old monster as soon as possible.

It's best to find the magic or secret technique that this old monster cultivates!
Like a child in the cabin of a fighter jet, if you want to survive, you have to find the pilot's guide for a fighter jet.

(End of this chapter)