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Chapter 984: Not Transmitted

After getting the old immortal's approval, Shou He put away the Blood God Halberd in his hand.

The blood and energy all over his body was like a receding tide.

"please."

The door opens.

The warriors from Qingyi Tower stood on both sides.

"You wait here."

Emperor An of Tang, dressed in Taoist robes, settled his junior fellow disciple from Pixia Temple.

As a senior brother of the Taoist sect, all Taoist practitioners must call him senior brother.

"I will follow my brother's orders."

Zhou Jue bowed and saluted, then stood aside with his hands hanging down, as if he was a gatekeeper, without any of the arrogance and arrogance he had just shown.

He then looked at the back of his Taoist senior brother, then moved to the monk in the brocade robe, frowned slightly, and realized that the situation did not seem good.

"Master, please?"

Emperor Tang An walked to the door and looked at the monk.

The monk chanted Amitabha and said with a smile, "Daoyou, please go first."

"A gentleman should be courteous, but I am not a gentleman. That's what scholars call themselves."

Emperor Tang An smiled calmly.

Although he had read the classics of the three religions, he did not consider himself a scholar.

  What is the purpose of reading?

The purpose of studying is to become an official.

What kind of official can a foreigner do?

So Emperor Tang An stepped over the threshold without any courtesy and walked straight into the main hall.

Xuan Nan smiled slightly.

He is not a scholar, he is a monk.

"Amitabha." Xuan Nan walked into the temple gate with Buddhist etiquette.

His eyes moved around before he looked away. This hall's layout must have been instructed by a master and designed personally.

Thinking of the offerings in this hall, Xuan Nan's eyes flashed with understanding, and he sighed: "The rise and fall of the great way is supposed to be like this."

Hall of Yama.

The dark gold color on his body disappeared, and the beggar sat in the main seat.

Only when the monk and the Taoist priest came closer did the beggar open his eyes. He looked at the two young men slowly approaching him. The beggar lowered his eyelids and no light could be seen in their eyes.

but.

The two young men bowed respectfully.

One is the Taoist ritual of respecting Taoism, and the other is the Buddhist ritual of the Western Paradise.

The beggar suddenly laughed.

"I am not the Wuliangzun of your Taoism, nor am I the old Buddha of Buddhism. Why do you want to see me with such great courtesy?"

"I am willing to become your disciple."

Emperor Tang An blurted out.

The beggar was speechless.

"Amitabha, I am here at the order of my master to learn the divine power of the Heavenly Sovereign."

Xuan Nan did not hide anything.

He did not laugh at Emperor Tang An, because the people in front of him had mastered things that were enough to allow them to go one step further. They were all seeds of their respective families, and had reached the peak of the third step, and they only lacked that finishing touch.

"Divine magic?"

The beggar's thoughts seemed to fly back to ancient times.

At that time, he did possess the supreme divine law and created the supreme reputation. He retracted his flying thoughts and looked at his current body. He did not talk about the divine law.

He greeted, "Come on."

"Tea!"

The Ghost Saint sitting in the back hall was speechless.

This old ghost really treats the Yama Temple as his own temple.

Tushanjun stood up.

I boiled spring water myself and made tea.

Then he came in from the back hall and placed the tea bowl on the table where the two young men were sitting.

"Cultivator?"

Emperor Tang An took a look and paid no more attention.

He had met so many monks, many of whom were extremely talented and had extraordinary abilities.

What kind of people have I never seen?

There was nothing special about an ordinary servant, so he would not pay too much attention to him. So he turned his gaze back to the beggar.

"Amitabha."

Xuan Nan nodded slightly. He didn't notice anything different about this cultivator. The only difference was this cultivator's eyes. They were too calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care about the content of their conversation at all.

Xuan Nan couldn't help but whisper.

Perhaps this is why ordinary people cannot see the true Buddha.

Even if an opportunity is placed in front of him, he cannot tell whether it is an opportunity or not.

After serving tea to the two young men, Tu Shanjun stood beside the beggar, looking really like a temple priest.

"It's okay if the Lord of Heaven doesn't teach you."

"Please allow me to fight with you once so that I can give you some pointers." Emperor Tang An said firmly.

As he spoke, he stood up, bowed and said, "This junior will never forget the great kindness of the Heavenly Monarch. If you have the intention to reincarnate and cultivate again, our Taoist sect will certainly make it easy for you."

Xuan Nan spoke at the right time: "Amitabha, the Buddha said that if the Heavenly King enters my Western Paradise, he will also sit on the lotus platform."

"It's the same old story."

The beggar didn't even blink, and said calmly: "I am different from you."

"Junior knows."

Xuan Nan clasped his hands together.

Emperor Tang An asked, "Don't you think it's a pity, Lord?"

"It's not a pity to lose it, but it's a pity to pass it on to the world and destroy it."

The beggar shook his head slightly.

Emperor Tang An opened his mouth but said nothing. He bowed his head and said, "Sorry for disturbing you, Senior."

In the end, he still didn't drink the tea on the table, and even felt a little embarrassed to stay here, but he had no other purpose, he really wanted to learn.

"He left, so you won't leave too?"

The beggar looked at Xuan Nan.

"Amitabha." Xuannan moved his gaze to the huge statue and said, "In the Great Dao War, Senior was so powerful that he fell into the mortal world. I only saw a little bit of that ancient war through rumors. Meeting Senior today can be regarded as a wish come true."

"Unfortunately……"

Xuan Nan bowed and left without finishing his words.

It was not until both of them left the formation that the red-haired ghost saint said, "They are both good. Although one is from Taoism and the other from Buddhism, if you must choose a successor, then choose one, lest your own lineage be lost and there be no one to miss you in the end." The beggar's face was calm but equally firm: "No!"

"I don't need anyone to miss me."

Why pass on things from the old era to people of the new era?

In fact, the beggar has already given the answer. He would rather his things be lost than have them ruined by the world.

Tu Shanjun looked at him with admiration.

When I first saw the beggar’s smiling face, I thought he was not a serious person. But now it seems that my initial impression was wrong.

It doesn’t matter to him whether the other party passes it on or not. Tu Shanjun just wants to guard the peach tree now.

When the peaches are ripe, you can pick them and leave.

It doesn’t matter what kind of immortal or divine magic you use.

"I'm telling the truth." The beggar got a bucket of water and washed his messy hair on the spot.

He continued, "Only the innate gods can exert the most powerful power of the innate gods' magic. Even the acquired gods cannot fully exert it, let alone those cultivators."

"They have their own path and methods. If they learn my methods, they won't become immortals."

"What will that be?"

"Become a god."

"God, what a great word, but that was in the past." The beggar said as he washed off the dirt on his body, "To put it in a big way, becoming a god is not tolerated by the immortals, and to put it in a novel way, I just don't want to."

“I don’t want my things to become the subject of their research.”

"I'm not that generous."

"It's all here."

The beggar pointed to his head and said, "I just won't spread it!"

"It's you."

"What about me?"

"What the hell are you?"

The beggar looked at Tushanjun carefully. At first, he thought Tushanjun was also a person who wanted to become a god. Later, he suddenly realized that it was not right. He should be a powerful monk who controlled a treasure that was specifically used to deal with spirits.

Looking at it again, it looks so much like a spirit of an artifact.

Tu Shanjun sneered: "I didn't ask you about your origins, but you asked me first."

"Curious."

"I'm not curious."

"At least show some respect to your elders. Look at those kids from the Taoist and Buddhist sects. They all call me Tianjun all the time. They are all showing etiquette to the younger generation. What's more, you live in my temple."

The beggar washed off his dirt and put on a dark gold robe, revealing a resolute face.

The nose is like a hanging gall bladder, the lips are square and the mouth is wide.

The face is straight and the eyes are bright.

He really looks like a god.

Tu Shanjun still respected his elders very much, but he really didn't want others to find out about his origins.

He smiled and said, "They need your help, but I don't. If I hadn't rebuilt your golden body for you, you would still be a wandering ghost out there."

"Row."

The beggar returned in disappointment.

God has to bow his head under the eaves.

"I still don't know what to call you, Senior?"

"Shouldn't you give your name before asking someone?"

"My name is Tushanjun."

"Tu Shan?"

The beggar is only slightly different, the ancient fox clan does not have such a powerful treasure.

"I was once called the Righteous Law God of Heaven."

"You can just call me Lord Yan."

"How can I help Tianjun escape from trouble?"

Yan Tianjun was stunned. He did not expect Tu Shanjun to ask such a question. "When the divine blood is completely absorbed by the divine medicine and the Pan Tao Divine Tree recovers its vitality, I will be able to escape."

"But you should be prepared. I'm afraid I'll get you into trouble when I get out of this predicament."

"What's the point of getting into trouble? Just get the divine blood and divine medicine."

Tu Shanjun did not have such worries.

Opportunities are often accompanied by great crises.

Even in a life-or-death situation, we must not retreat from facing the challenge.

In the past, Tu Shanjun also thought about hiding, thinking that hiding is always a good thing, but he found that many things can be avoided on the first day but not on the fifteenth day.

He had already anticipated these things when he planted the magic medicine.

Now he only hoped that the divine blood could make the peaches ripen.

Then Shou He's Qi and blood martial arts took a further step forward and he walked out of his own path.

"What does the Heavenly Monarch think of the current Qi and Blood Martial Arts?"

"It's not really a martial art."

……

Seeing the Taoist senior brother walk out of the gate, Zhou Jue, who was guarding the door, hurried to meet him and asked in a low voice, "Brother, have you finished your business?"

As soon as the words came to his lips, he immediately regretted asking too much. Didn't he see that the Buddhist monk hadn't come out yet?

One can tell that things were not going well for Emperor An of Tang by looking at how long someone stayed in the temple.

What he is asking now is just bringing up something that is not relevant.

It is also easy to make the senior brothers in the Taoist sect unhappy.

Emperor Tang An did not vent his anger on Zhou Jue, but took out a jade slip, closed his eyes and described it, then said: "Check the origin of this person."

"check?"

Zhou Jue took the jade slip in surprise.

"Let's go."

Emperor Tang An looked back at the temple and turned away without any reluctance.

Opportunities are things that belong to you. If they belong to you, they belong to you.

Even if it's not yours, you can still fight for it.

Since we have already fought for it and there is nothing we can do, staying here any longer will only make us a laughing stock.

He didn't want to rack his brains to find a way to become a god.

It’s okay if you can’t become a god, as long as you can become an immortal.

"I wish I was born in the time of the destruction of the heavens."

Emperor Tang An shook his head and left.

(End of this chapter)