I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1038 Stealing the Sky

The flag is moving.

The avenues intertwine.

Tushan Jun's eyes shone with divine light and he slowly spread out his palms.

A thick book of mountains and rivers appeared in his hand.

The blue-white palm held the thick book and gently pushed it upwards. The thick book of mountains and rivers immediately unfolded slowly in the air like a long scroll, like a fairy picture of killing array drawn by the mysterious breath of life and death.

Wu Rong couldn't help but marvel.

Every time I see the Book of Life and Death, I feel that it is truly the most precious treasure in the way of life and death.

It is the truest embodiment of the Tao.

"open!"

Tushan Jun's eyes were shining with divine light, and his black and red pupils split into two yin and yang ghost eyes of different sizes.

"See life and death."

The blank fairy picture in front of me was dyed blue and black by the ink.

A huge monster slowly took shape under the drawing of Daohen Xuanxi.

The big creature feasted on the food under the protection of its thick and broad feathers.

In the depths of the ferocious face, a long weapon like an elephant's trunk rolled towards the sky and then slowly retracted, and the bloody mouth immediately opened, sucking greedily.

eat.

Swallow like crazy.

Eat whatever you want.

"This……"

Even though Wu Rong had seen big scenes, he looked at the blurry scene drawn in the fairy picture in a daze.

"My skills are still not enough, I can only deduce the Taoist Master Shoujin who is closest to us." Tushan Jun's expression was serious.

The path is the benchmark.

If he wanted to deduce the life stories of mortals who had reached the end of their lives, he only had to open the Book of Life and Death to see countless life stories. This was true even for cultivators of a low level, but that was a Taoist master.

Wu Rong asked, "What is he eating?"

Tushan Jun remained silent.

Seeing that the Grand Master hadn't spoken, and even the Master hadn't responded, Wu Rong asked in a deep voice, "Could it be cannibalism?"

The ancestor said slowly: "The vast universe, the great world, the countless paradises, are not all the result of natural evolution. When saints die, the heaven and earth are born. Those are nothing more than small worlds."

"The billions of small worlds have been alive since their birth, evolving earth, water, fire and wind, bringing benefit to countless living beings."

"It all comes down to the inspiration of heaven and earth."

"And the embodiment of spiritual inspiration is the earth's spiritual vein."

"In order to maintain the immortality of his Dao-less body, the Dao Lord who has reached the end of his life needs a huge spiritual vein. Ordinary mortals, or cultivators with insufficient cultivation, are not worthy of being his food."

Wu Rong said in horror: "He is devouring the world!"

"If he keeps eating like this, how many small worlds will it take for him to survive?"

"Is there no one taking action?"

"Of course there are, but there are only a few people in this world who carry the great Dao. There are too many old guys who are barely surviving. If they don't live up to their courage, they will only end up dead."

The ancestor took two steps forward and looked at the vast domain barrier, the corresponding five colors and ten lights, and the shining stars outside the haze.

As he finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Tu Shanjun who remained silent.

Tushan Jun said hoarsely: "As long as the saints live, the thieves will not stop. Since we have embarked on this path, if we cannot shoulder the great cause, how can we call ourselves a righteous king?"

The Lord of Life and Death will not save anyone from death. Even if he has great power, he is still a man without virtue, let alone achieving great supernatural powers.

Wu Rong stepped forward and said coldly: "His fate is over!"

"Please go ahead, Master."

"After my master and I kill the unrighteous king who has reached the end of his life span, we will go to the Middle Earth and settle accounts with the Ancient Immortal Tower."

The master's eyes were full of admiration. He looked at Tu Shanjun, who was obviously following Wu Rong's arrangement, and nodded, "Okay!"

Before leaving, the master did not grant the magical power to save his life, but left behind an imperial scripture.

Wu Rong was holding the Emperor's Scripture and was about to express his gratitude, but when he stood up, the master had disappeared.

Opening the title page, the Emperor's Scripture describes: "One is destiny, two is luck, three is feng shui, four is accumulating good deeds, five is reading, six is ​​reputation, seven is appearance, eight is respecting gods, nine is making friends with noble people, and ten is keeping in good health."

"The way of life is to use life as a number. It is a vain attempt to glimpse the fate of this life from the secrets of heaven. Haven't you heard that..."

“This is really very valuable.”

With just one glance, Wu Rong, a cultivator of the Way of Fate, saw its value. This sutra directly pointed to the Way of Fate and pointed him in the direction. It was truly a sutra that could only be written by someone with great supernatural powers.

Tu Shanjun smiled and said, "Keep it."

"The master did not give you the magical power to save your life, but gave you the Emperor's Scripture. This shows his expectations."

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people.

Of course, the ancestor could not avoid testing Wu Rong. If Wu Rong could not achieve enlightenment, or died in fate, it would certainly be a pity, but it also showed that he was not the most suitable candidate and could not carry the great Dao.

Even if you have abundant resources, you cannot spend too much on a hopeless person.

"The disciple understands."

Wu Rong carefully put away the Emperor's Scripture, looked at Tu Shanjun and asked, "Master, you are not in a hurry, right?"

"Oh?"

Tu Shanjun moved his gaze over here with interest.

"I feel that Master is not very anxious about capturing Shou Jin Dao Jun in large numbers."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and asked with a smile: "How did you tell?"

"It's not about seeing, it's about calculating."

"Conjecture?"

“Yes.” Wu Rong explained in a deep voice, “According to the improvement of Master’s Taoism, one or two more Lords of No Tao who have reached the end of their lives can condense into two flowers. And the Lord of Tao in the Ancient Immortal Tower is also at the second flower stage. Even if he cultivates for many years, it is impossible for him to quickly break through to the third flower. How can the three flowers gather at the top of the head so easily?”

"If the master's strength improves too much."

"I'm afraid the Ancient Immortal Tower won't give us such a fair chance."

"Even though we are not good enough, we still have to abide by the rules they set."

"Even if the ancestor can lend a helping hand secretly."

Tu Shanjun stared at Wu Rong in surprise.

He had to admit that Wu Rong had indeed grown into an indomitable cultivator.

He has a basis for action and retreat, does not pry into other people's privacy, can use many means within a limited scope, and can also calm down and analyze the situation in the world carefully and in detail.

Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun felt as if he was letting out a long breath of foul air.

"Let the teacher test you."

"Master, please give the questions."

"I will only take action if the Taoist Master Shoujin takes action. How will you accomplish this?"

Tu Shanjun said that he didn't care about anything, but in fact he took care of the most important and crucial thing, which was to kill Shou Jin Daojun. Not to mention that the other party was just a flower, he was also the king of the Great Dao. With the help of the local spiritual veins, he might have the strength to reach his full victory period.

When the great roads collide, who dares to claim to be invincible?

"If it's the easiest thing, of course it would be to find him and then kill him." Wu Rong replied calmly.

"Ok?"

"But, if we only kill people, it will inevitably arouse suspicion. Our main purpose is to promote our great way. Every time we take action, we represent ourselves, but also the great way behind us. The reason why the Wanfa Sect can succeed is, first, sufficient strength, and second, strong influence."

Hearing Wu Rong's answer, Tu Shanjun's eyes lit up, and he felt that he could be improved upon, and thought to himself: "Good boy!"

It is really impossible to treat Wu Rong as a child anymore.

A great sage who has accumulated a lot of experience is definitely not a child who knows nothing.

The fact that he was able to make rapid progress on his own after leaving the sect is enough to show how extraordinary he is.

"You understand this, and I am relieved."

Tu Shanjun patted Wu Rong on the shoulder.

"Disciple still needs Master to check on me."

Listening to Wu Rong's flattery, Tu Shanjun smiled helplessly and said, "Back then, we said we co-founded the sect, but in fact, the general direction and strategies were all taken care of by your uncle-master. I only focused on improving my Taoism and strength. Let me take action, I am not afraid of anyone, let me make suggestions..."

Over the years, each idea has gotten worse.

"what……"

The devil almost laughed out loud, but Wu Rong glared at him fiercely and he quickly covered his mouth.

Wu Rong bowed and said, "I see that many cultivators are more interested in dialogue books, but not in Taoist scriptures and magic books. Since Master has some ideas about the underworld, you can compile them, write books to describe the legends, and publish them in the human world and the cultivation world, and use legends to show the underworld."

"Let the fellow Taoists have an impression first, and then we can make a move and show our power better."

Tushan Jun's eyes sparkled, and he exclaimed, "Good!"

"Without further ado."

The Taoist priest dressed in the robe of Hell threw the Book of Life and Death to Wu Rong, then turned into a stream of evil spirit and returned to the Soul Banner: "Follow the Book of Life and Death, and you will find the Taoist priest whose life has ended."

Wu Rong, who was holding the Immortal Picture, immediately ordered the cloud chariot to be turned around.

Tu Shanjun returned to the Hunfan Taoist Temple, spread out a table, ground the ink, and picked up the jade wolf hair brush.

He pondered and said, "If we build a temple in the world of the living, it should be named after the City God. I think those scholars are familiar with examinations. If they fail in their lifetime, they can also take the examination to become the City God after death."

……

On the mountain.

Academy.

A young man in a Confucian robe approached and asked curiously, "Brother Yu, what masterpiece are you reading so intently?"

Yu Zheng hurriedly hid the book in his hand behind his back. When he saw clearly that it was his friend, he said, "Hey, I thought it was the teacher. If the teacher saw me, he would beat my hands until they were swollen."

The young man in Confucian robes was shocked and asked, "Is it a banned book?"

"Come on, show me too."

"It's not a banned book, it's a leisure book. I passed by a bookstore that day and saw people scrambling to buy one, so I bought one to take a look."

As he spoke, Yu Zheng handed the book in his hand to the young man. Only then did the young man see the large characters on the dark blue cover: "Examination of the City God".

It tells the story of a scholar who feels his talent is not recognized.

Because he had no one in the court and no money to bribe, even though he had brilliant literary talent and good strategies, he could only fail again and again.

The scholar passed by a temple in a daze. Seeing many young people, old people and children writing at their desks, he also found a place to sit down.

After answering the questions, I felt refreshed. I wrote my paper and rushed home, only to find that my family was preparing for my funeral.

Just when I was feeling sad, I didn't expect the officials to clear the way and firecrackers would be set off.

It's called high school.

The scholar then went to the underworld to meet the Emperor of Ghosts and was named the City God of a place, which was equivalent to a county magistrate. The next step was for the City God to govern and promote people under the county, and he would work his way up to become a judge.

"happy!"

The young man in Confucian robes said in a loud voice: "There was no fairness when he was alive, but he was reused after his death."

"such a pity."

"If there really is a hell, wouldn't it be possible for people like us with our talent to get a job there?"

Yu Zheng sighed: "Yes."

"I have been looking around these past few days and heard that the East Suburbs Freight Yard changed hands and a temple was built within two or three days. It is called 'Yanwang Temple'. I think it is probably caused by a master."

"Plus this paper tests the City God, maybe there really is an exam in the Yama Temple."

"Brother Zhou, why don't you come with me?"

Zhou Qian, who was wearing a Confucian robe, was very brave. He stood up and said, "There is no time to lose. You and I brothers will go to the Yama Temple to see the truth!"