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Chapter 1104: The Envoy
"That's not necessarily what he meant."

The Green Emperor stared at the chessboard in front of him.

"At this point, the sect's will will spontaneously safeguard the Great Dao."

The Qing Emperor told the story slowly and leisurely.

The ancestors of Taiyi Sect knew these things, but Taiyi Shengxian Sect was controlled by Qingxuan, and now they were united in their determination to continue the new path, so they were of one mind.

Grandfather thought for a while before saying, "There is always a conflict. If it is inconvenient for you to take action, I will do it."

The Green Emperor smiled and said, "This is not a bad thing."

"why?"

“There is motivation only when there is pressure.”

"Too comfortable will make you lose the spirit of progress."

"His only question now is why we are doing this."

"I believe that even if he fully understands it, he will still be like this."

Grandfather fell silent all of a sudden.

Seeing Qingxuan Tianzun stand up, the Ancient Emperor said calmly: "Daoyou can tell him everything. My plan is open to everyone. But after Daoyou tells him, it will be easier to influence him. If he knows the truth, he doesn't need external pressure."

Qingxuan Tianzun asked in a deep voice: "How do you plan to deal with this matter?"

……

The dark sun hangs in the sky.

The four seasons are not very distinct on cloudy days.

It seems like there are always two seasons that are long enough to be scary, and then the other two seasons blend in.

It is good weather when the sky is cloudless.

The old man standing under the city wall glanced across calmly.

The evil ghost flag is flying and the black armor flag is fluttering.

The soldiers guarding the city tower were extremely brave, and one could feel a murderous aura coming towards them.

The old man came on a giant ship and arrived at Yuntian Port first.

Looking back.

The Sky Harbor is vast and flat, with huge ships in good order.

The huge ship that should have been as big as a mountain was like a small boat in the huge harbor, not to mention the monks and the carriages and beasts that came and went, like a line of ants.

"Father, did you come to Luodu City alone?"

Just as the old man was observing the Sky Harbor, the Qigong practitioner driving the animal cart approached, saluted and asked again: "Old man, are you and your companions still entering the city?"

"My old friend and I will enter the city without waiting for anyone."

The old man smiled and turned around.

Only then did the Qigong practitioner see the old man clearly.

The old man was dressed in a black robe with white lining. He looked not evil at all, but rather mysteriously calm.

He has white hair and a youthful face, kind eyes, a high forehead, a black crown on his head, a gourd hanging around his waist, a sword hanging on his back, and the big donkey next to him is chewing grass.

"My dear father, your donkey is truly miraculous. I don't think those black-armored beasts have such a miraculous look."

The Qigong practitioner praised and asked, "Xiao Ke, even this earth dragon doesn't dare to get close to me."

"It's just that it has lived long enough to become a spirit." The old man smiled.

The Qigong practitioner hurriedly asked, "Since we are entering the city, could Xiao Ke give the old gentleman a ride?"

"it is good."

"boarding."

The Qigong practitioner who was driving the carriage opened the pedal, but unexpectedly the green donkey turned its head and jumped on it.

The old man stepped onto the bus on a low stool and sat down casually.

"go!"

The long whip in the Qigong practitioner's hand exploded in the air, and the crawling earth dragon slowly stood up. Although it looked bloated, its speed was not slow at all.

This is beyond the city gate.

"Where are you going, old man?"

"Go straight." The old man did not say his destination.

The Qigong practitioner knew that this was another cultivator who had just arrived, and he immediately agreed, "Okay."

"I see that you are not very old. Why don't you practice anymore and come out to drive a cart?" The old man looked at the young Qigong practitioner with some confusion.

Qigong practitioner Jiao Jian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "My talent is too poor. It took me ten years to reach the late stage of Qigong. If I don't figure it out, I can save some money and have a chance to achieve foundation building in the future."

The old man was a little surprised: "Not bad, the aptitude of the five spiritual roots can reach the late stage of ten years of Qi Refining, which is enough to show that you have amazing perseverance."

"The underworld should treat cultivators like you with some favors, right?"

"Haha, father-in-law has never been to the underworld, right?"

“It’s definitely my first time here.”

Jiao Jian explained: "That's right, there are a lot of people like me."

"Luo Du Daojun established the school sixty years ago. No matter if you are talented or not, as long as you are of the right age, you can go to school. In the early years, it was ten years old, and now it is earlier. I am one of those who are not able to go."

"I still remember that person with outstanding spiritual roots in the academy. He became outstanding in just one year. I estimate that after ten years, he should be able to form a golden elixir."

The old man was immediately surprised and asked, "Everyone?"

"Yes."

"As long as you have spiritual roots, it will be fine."

Jiao Jian recalled: "I heard from my former teacher that in the future the underworld will also accept those without spiritual roots into the school, but it is estimated that it will be in the distant future."

"Who teaches you in this school?"

"There are fixed monks, whom we call teachers."

"You have to be a foundation-building cultivator to start with, otherwise I would like to take the exam too."

"I heard that the majority of cultivators in the underworld are 'yin messengers'. How much do you know about them?" the old man asked again.

"All cultivators in the underworld are ghost messengers." Jiao Lian said as he took out the Xuanling.

"Why is it called Yincha?"

"Catch the living and the dead, reward the good and punish the evil. Those mortals who have reached the end of their lives need monks to lead them, and many dead monks are unwilling to leave the world, so they also need monks to collect their souls. This is the Yinchai, also known as the Soul Collector."

"Among them, there are officials from the underworld and loose organizations."

"Most of the officials in the underworld are responsible for handling difficult issues." "The loose underworld officials are non-staff personnel and can accept tasks in the underworld hall."

Although the old man had known about the underworld for a long time, when he put himself in its shoes, he found that this did not seem to be a sect or a force, but more like a "court". He felt that it should be modeled after Dongyue Royal City, but the underworld was more centralized.

"How do you know so clearly?"

"There are classes in the school."

"Why didn't you become a ghost?"

"My cultivation is not enough." Jiao Lan sighed.

He has tried hard, but talent is an objective thing.

Not to mention anything else, even though he was taking the Yinhun Pill, the medicinal power he absorbed was not as good as others, his cultivation could not improve, and he would naturally be eliminated from the academy.

"My name is Jiao Jian, I have yet to ask what your name is, old man?"

The old man cupped his hands and said, "Master Meng."

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"Mr. Meng!"

"I heard that there is a reincarnation platform in the underworld where the souls of the dead can be put into it."

Jiao Jian looked at the old man in surprise: "Yes, the reincarnation platform can be reincarnated."

"I heard that some monks can retain their memories and reincarnate, and then choose their own spiritual roots and talents, and even their physical constitution." Jiao Jian imagined: "If I can become a great monk and make great contributions, maybe I can choose my future life."

When he mentioned this, the shock in Master Meng's eyes gradually subsided.

The sect seemed to have underestimated this emerging force.

The Samsara Platform is a treasure that is powerful enough to influence the world.

This treasure is not very powerful, but it can give hope to all living beings in the world.

Hope is a scary thing.

Those who have hope are even more terrifying.

Only creatures who follow the great path of the underworld can choose their own birth.

If you don't follow it, you can only pray for good luck.

One day, all living beings in the world will yearn for the underworld and agree with the underworld's ways.

How terrifying will the 'Tianzun' that will be born at that time be?

'This is not a small, gloomy force, but a monster that is about to rise.'

The old man's eyes were filled with horror.

The more I get to know him, the more I feel this way.

The old man immediately asked, "I heard that the Great Dao Lord of the underworld is a demon who devours souls and refines spirits. Any cultivator who is taken into his soul flag cannot be freed and can only become a slave soul in his hands, sinking into eternal damnation."

"Aren't you afraid that one day he will sacrifice to the underworld to achieve his own goal?"

Jiao Jian was stunned.

He suddenly realized that the old man was not as kind as he looked. His enthusiasm gradually cooled down, but he still maintained a smile and said, "Old sir, you are worrying too much. The Great Dao Lord would not do that."

“How come you see?”

Jiao Jian recited: "The Yin Yang Record in the Immortal Dao Canon said: 'The imperial court is the people who gave up their original freedom in exchange for relative freedom. If one day, the right to this freedom cannot be guaranteed, all living beings can unilaterally tear up the contract and return to their original freedom.'"

"What are these Immortal Dao Canon and Yin Yang Record?"

"It is a Taoist scripture compiled by 'God'."

"Is it also taught in the school?"

"Yes, although I don't quite understand what this means, I think Lord Dao wants us to stick to our original intentions."

"Shut up!"

Jiao Jian looked up at the government office standing on the long street and said with a smile: "Old sir, I have already reported it to the authorities."

As he said this, he looked at the leading monk who was leading the team out of the government office.

"The Great Sage's cultivation is okay, but he can't protect you in time."

“You may think that the token on your waist can contain your soul, but I am powerful enough to destroy everything about you in an instant, even your true spirit.”

Jiao Jian laughed loudly: "It doesn't matter, when I die, my wife and children will inherit everything from me!"

Lord Meng was full of confusion. Why did he feel that these cultivators in the underworld were a little abnormal? How come there were some who were not afraid of death at all?

Of course, he didn't make a move.

He didn't want to make things difficult for a young Qigong practitioner.

He took out a storage bag from his sleeve and handed it over, saying, "Thank you for clearing up my confusion."

"No need, the underworld will give Xiaoke a salary."

"Alright."

Master Meng was disappointed and got off the beast cart with a rather dusty face. He said lightly, "What a shame! It took less than half an hour for someone to find him."

"I'm afraid we've been discovered the moment we stepped into Luodu." The big blue donkey stepped closer.

"senior!"

The hook-nosed monk who was walking towards him bowed slightly.

"I don't want to disturb your fun, senior, but..." Wu Rong looked at the old man with a smile.

Lord Meng waved his hand and said calmly, "The underworld is indeed unique."

Jiao Jian, who was driving the animal cart, was completely stunned. Why did he feel that the man looked familiar? Then he saw the prefect carefully serving him. He suddenly understood and hurriedly saluted: "Yincha Jiao Jian, greetings to the Lord of Hell, Luodu Daojun!"

"No gift."

Wu Rong walked over and helped Jiao Jian up, then patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Good job."

……

"Senior, please."

"please."

As the ceremonial procession and the imperial carriage left, Jiao Jian still hadn't come to his senses.

Until the venerable beside me reminded me.

"broken!"

The Venerable was startled: "What?"

"If I had died just now, wouldn't I have been able to choose?" Jiao Jian looked annoyed.

The Venerable comforted him, "Relax, you have made great contributions, and the Palace Master will reward you well."