Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 251 Self-destruct Yinshou
Mingqing Palace, Sutra Pavilion.

It was night, and Mo Chuan was standing by the thick bookshelf, holding a single copy of the manuscript, and carefully looking at it. A luminous mother stone that he once thought was tasteless was quietly suspended in the air, illuminating the square inch of the place.

This is a gift from Shoushan Shigong. The darker the night, the brighter the stone.

Mo Chuan always thought it was chicken ribs, so he casually put it in the sacrificial stove to eat ashes, but unexpectedly, it came in handy today.

——Palaces and Taoism are important places, after all, I dare not hold up candles to watch.

"Whoa-"

The faint sound of turning the pages of books is so clear in the Quiet Scripture Library.

This was left by an ancestor of the Mingqing Palace 800 years ago. Although the letter was processed with a special potion, there is no sign of insects, but under the power of the years, the paper is still worn and fragile, and many ink stains have faded. none.

This is the fundamental reason why Mo Chuan still holds the luminous mother stone even though he can see in the dark.

"call--"

After a long time, Mo Chuan let out a sigh of relief, closed the notebook, and carefully put it on the bookshelf, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

After a day and a night of reference, he finally realized the hardships of the way to destroy weapons.

The details that he could think of, had already been thought of by the seniors in Mingqing Palace, but most of them had little effect.

There are a few successful cases, and there is no similarity. If there is any, it is the tenacity of the heart.

For example, 300 years ago, a handyman came out of Mingqing Palace. He entered the mountain at the age of 20, became literate at the age of 23, and only put on the Taoist cape at the age of 30 and became a Taoist boy.

Worship is the orthodox almost lost way of the destruction of swords and soldiers.

So far, he has practiced for more than ten years, and one day he suddenly said that the time has come, and then he drew his sword and killed himself, and then rebuilt his physical body and returned to his youth.

It's a pity that the body is still a human fetus at this time, and after another 40 years, the sword is destroyed again, but the soul is scattered.

At that time, he already had a second-tier cultivation, his physical body was also very strong, and his blood energy far surpassed the state of the first autopsy.

After some investigation in the Mingqing Palace, it was speculated that it might be related to the loss of the soul, but it could not be verified, so it could only be recorded to warn future generations.

From this point of view, whether the physical body is strong or not is really not the decisive factor.

Mo Chuan also read the letter left by this person. The reason why this person suddenly committed suicide was because he heard that his strength would decline after half a year of age. He drew his sword and killed himself.

The handwriting is very loose and casual, which is completely opposite to the solemn and apprehensive feeling before the second autopsy.

"Speaking of it, it's still Dao Xin. It's a pity that although Pindao has been enlightened by Master Shenquan and has a magnanimous Dao Xin, the methods he cultivates are very complicated. For this kind of thing, he can't do it with a pure heart. , and then die."

Mo Chuan sighed, stretched out his hand to grab the luminous mother stone, and walked quietly to the outside of the scripture storage pavilion.

After all, this luminous mother stone did not illuminate his dark night.

After leaving the Sutra Pavilion, the bright moon hangs high, and a Taoist boy at the door is looking up at the moon.

Hearing the movement, he quickly clasped his hands and said: "Master Mountain God, Master Rongyang has left the customs, I respectfully invite you to go to Jianzhang Pavilion to catch up on the old days."

Mo Chuan's spirit was shaken: "Okay, okay, please let Xiantong lead the way."

It was probably the first time being called a fairy boy by an expert, and Daotong was shy when he heard that, he quickly nodded and led the way.

Walking through the corridors and alleys, a ray of night wind brings bursts of bamboo fragrance, and then there is the sound of swaying bamboo forests.

When you look up, you can see a large bamboo forest, covering all the trails.

"Your Excellency, walk along the trail and you will be there!" Daotong stopped outside the bamboo forest.

"I'm sorry." Mo Chuan nodded, and then walked forward.

The bamboo forest is secluded and green, amidst the wind blowing and rustling, there is a bit of whispering.

Mo Chuan didn't take it seriously, and when he stepped into the depths, he was taken aback by the sight in front of him.

In a grass pavilion, Taoist Rongyang was drinking with a white-haired and white-browed old Taoist, the cups and plates were messed up on the small stone table.

"Well, fellow daoist is here, come, take a seat."

Taoist Rongyang, the master of Jianzhang Pavilion, heard the movement, turned his head and saw Mo Chuan, and immediately raised his glass to invite him, his expression already a little drunk.

Mo Chuan nodded and walked away. He didn't dislike the mess on the table and sat down cross-legged.

"Come, have a drink!"

Taoist Rongyang handed over the wine glass, filled it up with his own hands, and then came with a toast.

"Great drink!"

Mo Chuan raised his glass and drank it down.

Opposite Taoist Rongyang, the white-haired and white-browed Taoist was already drunk, squinted his eyes and looked around for a long time, then suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I remember you! You are...you are...Shoushan God!"

Mo Chuan laughed and said, "It seems that I'm not too old yet!"

The white-haired Taoist laughed loudly: "The poor Taoist is only twenty years old, what's the old blindness? On the contrary, Your Excellency, at a young age, only sees my master, but not me. This is because you look at the hopeless path of the poor Taoist, and feel neglected?"

Mo Chuan said: "In this way, the poor are old and dim-sighted, and they should punish themselves with three cups!"

"Punishment deserves punishment!"

The white-haired Taoist held up the wine jar and poured wine for Mo Chuan himself.

Mo Chuan never refused anyone who came, and drank three cups in one go.

He didn't use his cultivation to turn wine into strength, and after drinking three glasses of strong wine, his face suddenly flushed a little.

"readily!"

The white-haired Taoist praised it loudly, and then raised his glass to Rongyang Taoist: "Disciple Meng Lang, you should punish yourself with a glass."

Rongyang Taoist waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay, I will take care of it for the teacher."

"That disciple is Meng Lang's last time..." The white-haired Taoist said, but suddenly burst into tears: "Master, disciple... I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled! I entered the Tao at the age of seven, and cultivated Ziyang at the age of eight." I am angry, I have worked hard all my life, and I always reflect on myself... How could I have expected it to end up like this?"

Rong Yang was speechless, just drank the Wangyou thing in the cup in one gulp, swayed his body, and remained silent.

He has experienced too much in this scene, and a trace of numbness and burnout has already appeared in his heart.

The white-haired Taoist cried for a long time, and when his mood gradually stabilized, Rongyang Taoist sighed:
"The mountains and forests of Zhongding are all dreams. Don't be surprised by the favor and humiliation in the world. Just live your life in leisure. Qingyuan, don't mention the past. Today, my master-student relationship is exhausted, so don't worry! Don't lose Mingqing Palace again." face."

The white-haired Taoist wiped away his tears when he heard the words, shook his head with a wry smile, then cupped his hands to Mo Chuan and said, "I made senior laugh."

Mo Chuan waved his hand.

Taoist Rongyang saw this, patted Qingyuan on the shoulder, got up and left.

Mo Chuan didn't like the scene of crying, so he got up accordingly.

Only the white-haired Daoist Qingyuan, sitting at the stone table, took out a section of sun bamboo, sized and stroked it complicatedly...

This yang bamboo should have been his celestial body, but now it can only be reduced to the soul of him who has lived in the world for a hundred years, how ironic?

"After Dao De Cong Xin died, this body was in my lifetime, so it doesn't matter!"

As Qing Yuan said, he suddenly exerted force with both hands, breaking the Yang Zhu and splitting it in two.

"Crack!"

The clear and crisp cracking sound made Taoist Rongyang, who was leaving the table, froze in his footsteps, and turned around suddenly, his face full of astonishment.

Although Qingyuan is hopeless, the Yangzhu nourished by his whole body of blood is still like his body, and the remnant soul can also be stored in it, take root on the ground, and live for a hundred years.

Now if you destroy your natal Yangzhu, you will destroy your Yinshou if you wait.

After tonight, he will be completely dead.

In an instant, in the rustling bamboo forest, countless remnants of souls also emerged, looking at the ruined bamboo Qingyuan with a shocked face, the complexity in his heart is beyond words.

"Ants are stealing their lives, so why should you?" Taoist Rongyang said humanely.

"Let the master down, the next [-] days, but the same day, boring, boring, too boring." Qing Yuan shook his head, his old face still covered with tears, but calmed down.

"Ugh--"

Rong Yang sighed, said no more, turned and left.

Mo Chuan, who also left the table and was about to leave, also moved along with him, but turned back to the grass pavilion.

He reached out and placed a jade bottle among the messy cups and plates.

"This is the Rejuvenation Pill, which can rejuvenate the physical body, eliminate hidden illnesses, and restore potential without compromising cultivation."

(End of this chapter)