Jiuzun asked

Mrs. Haitang pondered for a while, opened her mouth lightly, and said softly: "A Taoist who claims to be a monk lost to me."

"It's not something left by the tortoise saint." Xiao Wen asked again in a deep voice.

"No." Mrs. Haitang was quite sure. Seeing Xiao Wenwen's expression, it seemed that it was quite important, and continued: "The Taoist is dressed in rags, and he is different from other preachers."

"However, what he preaches is not the art of cultivation, but the scriptures of Purdue. His words are compassionate and compassionate, and his words are inseparable from cause and effect. He can't tell the depth of the way, but the scriptures he reads can calm the mind and refine the soul. .”

"But this is the world of immortals, and it is also the world of good fortune. It is a place that pays attention to dignity and inferiority. If everyone is kind, it is a great mercy. But the heart is evil, but he can't understand it."

"Hey... To put it bluntly, he's just a delusional lunatic."

"This ring... how did he lose to you?" Xiao asked, his brows stretched, as if he didn't take this matter to heart.

"Oh, it's quite simple." Mrs. Haitang thought for a moment, and said: "Back then, that Taoist preached in Moyujing, talking about cause and effect and reincarnation, and talking barefoot on the street."

"At that time, I saw that he was dressed in rags, and he was holding a broken bowl with leftovers in it, so I wanted to enlighten him with the knowledge of Taoism." Mrs. Haitang said with a hint of shame.

Xiao Wenwen understood in his heart that Mrs. Haitang probably valued this Taoist person.

"I stood in front of him, stretched out my hand towards him, and said, you value karmic reincarnation, then can you give me this ring, and see if this karmic reincarnation can return to your hands."

"That impoverished Taoist was very happy, he took off the ring and put it on my hand."

"He turned and left, chanting a sentence, there is nothing in his heart, where is the dust."

When Mrs. Haitang explained the origin of the ring word by word, Xiao Wenwen rubbed the old ring with his fingertips, and continued: "I thought this ring was a piece of gold. The valuable things happen to be in Moyujing, and there are places for refining weapons everywhere, so I asked Gen Zong of the Mohist family to take a look for me."

"In the end, it's just a vulgar thing. This ring can't stand the fire, and half of it is left, that's what it looks like."

After listening to Mrs. Haitang's words, Xiao Wenwen combined Xuanyuan Doutian's words together, and concluded that this ring must not be a vulgar thing.

A person who can step through the void and hang upside down on Lingshan, he doesn't believe it is a mediocrity.

Traveling around the world and preaching barefoot is even more talented.

"Bamian City... how far is it?" Xiao Wen asked quietly.

"Passing Yuanshan, you will find Eight Faces City." Mrs. Haitang said softly, clapping her hands together.

After a while, some of them were standing in front of him holding some fox furs, and Mrs. Haitang said: "Eight Faces City, ten cold places, thousands of years of snow, ten thousand years of winter. These warm clothes , Fellow Daoist Xiao should take it with you, because Beishu Mountain is an extremely cold place, not an ordinary extremely cold place."

People's kindness is not easy to cool people's hearts.

He did not refuse, and asked the drunkard to take over the fox fur, and Mrs. Haitang ordered softly to fill the drunkard's sword gourd with strong wine.

The alcoholic's eyes turned hot, and he said, "That tortoise saint... is very lucky."

Mrs. Haitang was not annoyed either, she smiled and retreated, only to see that she was rather haggard, the decline of human beings did not happen overnight.

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Yuanshan, Qianlong!

This is a well-known allusion in the creation world, but on this deep mountain, it is rare to see the dragon sage, most of them belong to the dragon, lying on the deep mountain and cultivating.

This Yuanshan has quite a relationship with the little black dragon Chunchun, but this relationship has long lost its depth.

In today's Yuanshan, there are millions of flood dragons, but Yuanshan's spiritual energy is thin, and the cultivation of the dragon clan is very different from the cultivation of human immortals.

Longxiu mostly devours one, which is also the saying of the dragon god greedy for money.

It's not that the dragon gods are greedy for treasures in this world, but that the dragon clan breaks the void and cultivates the saints, which is even more difficult than human immortals.

The Dragon King Lou back then was one of the celestial artifacts used to imprison the dragons, and the "Dragon Liver" praised by the world was the greatest use of this Dragon King Lou.

Under the cloud boat, Yuanshan has a panoramic view.

Daoists who practice Taoism have never seen a dragon clan, even if they see a blue dragon, they are always surprised.

Suddenly, a few white lights passed through the clouds, and the aura was in the realm of star kings. The figures of those people were hanging above Yuanshan, and the cold light of the sword tip was better than the cold sun.

"Eight-faced city...the Taoist of the Great Sacred Sect." Mrs. Haitang said, taking a quick glance, and continued: "There is no one who can run amok in Eight-faced City, except this Great Sacred Sect."

"Great Holy Sect."

Xiao asked while pondering, and saw that the Daoists of the Great Sacred Sect were carrying the Dragon King Lou, and those people also saw the cloud boat, so they were hanging on the Yuanshan Mountain, and they were not in a hurry to make a move.

"The Great Sacred Sect...is the founder of the monkey sage sect, and has grievances with the Dragon Clan, and the Great Sacred Sect is also one of the Twelve Saints of the Tenglou..."

The implication of Mrs. Haitang's words is that the Great Saint Sect is the disciple and grandson of Tenglou, who seems to be a Taoist, but a thief.

As soon as Yunzhou entered the clouds, he heard several shrill sounds from the deep mountains, and he was terrified to hear them.

In a flash, Xiao Wenwen and the alcoholic jumped off the cloud boat and stood on the top of Yuanshan, with murderous aura in their eyes, endlessly.

Although those monkey monsters from the Great Saint Sect had transformed into human forms, they still had the appearance of sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and the weapons they carried were neither fish nor fowl.

The leader could tell at a glance that Xiao Wendao and the alcoholic were not easy to get along with, and the dragon king Lou Li who was carrying him was curled up with a half-foot-long white dragon.

Lombok was stunned, bloody and bloody.

"Dao Zun...do you want to taste the taste of this dragon liver too?" The leader, with a gesture of flattering the horse, held the Dragon King Lou and shook it a few times at his fingertips.

Lou Nei Bailong let out a few screams, and then there was no sound at all.

It turns out that the Dragon King Lou can be big or small, the smaller the Dragon King Lou, the more he can suppress the dragon.

Seeing this white dragon dying in this Dragon King Lou.

The Jiaolong in Yuanshan raised its head and looked up, its eyes screamed in grief, it was extremely sad, and Xiao Wenwen also noticed several restrictions in Yuanshan.

This is not a dragon, it is clearly a "livestock" raised by others.

The leader of the Dragon Clan is an ink dragon, with a bit of resentment in his eyes, his dark eyes are unwilling, but dare not.

"kill."

Xiao Wenwen stood on the spot and called out, only to see the drunkard sacrificed the Three Idiot Swords, one sword sealed his throat, and three swords cut him off. He originally wanted to keep the leader and save himself from going to the house to seek revenge.

And the Monkey Saint who was carrying the Dragon King Lou grinned "Jie Jie" and said softly: "The Great Saint Sect hasn't had a feast of immortals for a long time."

The alcoholic three idiots stood behind him, pinched his head, and died in one breath.

The Dragon King Lou fell into Xiao Wendao's palm, but the Yuanshan Dragon Clan hated him very much, presumably because he was afraid that Xiao Wenwen valued the Dragon King Lou, and did not have the compassionate heart to save the Yuanshan Dragon Clan.

And the Dragon Clan, who has practiced Taoism for millions of years, also doesn't believe in the heavens and immortals, and there are good people.

In one thought, the Dragon King Lou was reduced to ashes, the dying white dragon was lying in the palm of Xiao Wendao, Miss He He lay on her stomach and touched it a few times.

Bai Long woke up, but grinned in pain.

Xiao Wenwen looked down at the little white dragon, recalled Chunchun's appearance in his eyes, took out some ambergris from the sumeru bag, turned the grass into qi, and passed it into the white dragon's body.

In just a few breaths of effort, the little white dragon became hale and hearty, his flesh and blood healed, and there was a trace of tears in his eyes.

The two fell within Yuanshan, the dragon clan looked at Xiao Wendao and the alcoholic, but they had a thousand words to say, but they couldn't bear to say anything.

"I smell a few traces of dragon's breath on Dao Zun's body, it seems to be an old friend." Yuan Shan Molong lowered his eyes and continued: "Dao Zun... let's go."

Xiao Wenwen looked at the Yuanshan Flood Dragon Clan, but he didn't say a word, he kept the feng shui of Dayuanshan in his eyes.

"Tianzhu fixes the sea... Dao talisman presses the spirit."

He said, looked at the soles of the dragons' feet, and continued: "The most difficult...the Dragon Soul Curse."

The Sage of Molong, who was the leader, looked at Xiao Wendao and saw the "calamity" of Yuan Shan at a glance, his old eyes did not move, and he did not want to say more.

After all, Taoists who can see the fate of Yuanshan are mostly crucian carp who have crossed the river, but in the eyes of the Yuanshan Dragon Clan, they are just small crucian carp.

After all, the world of good fortune and fairyland is the world of rattan towers.

Xiao Wenwen put Hehe in the Longchi in Yuanshan, and said with a smile, "Go... let's play for a while."

Hehe, he is a child at heart, and belongs to the Shui tribe, so he tossed and frothed, and wandered in the Longchi with bubbles in his mouth.

Thinking about it, Xiao Wenwen stood on the Tianzhu that suppressed Yuanshan, and saw five gold-plated characters "Kunlun Tianji stick" engraved on the cylindrical surface of the Tianzhu.

Xiao Wenwen was good at the way of "refining weapons", he dropped his palm, knowing that this Kunlun Tianji stick was forged from "objects of meteorites", not objects from the nine heavens.

He sacrificed the burning ants, and saw the nine-tailed burning ants flapping their wings and flying, swallowing them from top to bottom.

The Tianzhu collapsed, and the sea of ​​clouds was treacherous.

A divine soul from outside the sky fell into Yuanshan, and within the Kunlun Tianji stick, there was a hint of misty Dao Qi.

With one breath and one accept, the Nascent Soul, which is perfect in the realm of the celestial beings, is also in the realm of Dzogchen.

But within a few breaths, within the huge Yuanshan, the immortal energy drifted away, and the Yuanshan Dragon Clan hadn't devoured the immortal energy for a long time, they all sat cross-legged and cultivated.

When the immortal qi from Kunlun Tianji was gone, what fell on the ground was a small thing like an embroidery needle.

Xiao Wenwen put the Kunlun Tianji stick into his pouch, thinking in his heart, Dieyi likes beautiful embroidery, isn't this just a good embroidery needle.

Looking down from Yuanshan Mountain, from south to north, it looks like a ten-finger mountain. On the top of the mountain, there is a half-foot yellow paper hanging.

This yellow paper also has a big background, it is called "Chi Shen Paper", which is not available to ordinary immortals.

And the imperial edict to suppress Yuanshan was written by an immortal emperor in a long-shattered Tenglou, and that immortal emperor was one of the patriarchs of the Great Sacred Sect.

Xiao Wenwen glanced at the divine paper, where two words "Pan Zun" were written crookedly.

The paper surface is golden yellow and will not be broken for thousands of years.

In one thought, the sky burst into flames.

"Edict God... Pan Zun." Xiao Wen asked the sword, the imperial paper turned into ashes, and said to the sky: "What a rascal."