Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 153
Xianli 860 five years.

The seventh day of April.

A black thundercloud appeared on the dome of Lingshan, and the brewing rumble could be heard by all the disciples of the immortal sect in Lingshan.

Looking around, there are actually thousands of miles. This majestic power has attracted the attention of all the immortal sects. Many ancestors opened their eyes and looked at the summit of the Wuji Immortal Sect.

One-third of the Lingshan Mountain was covered by thunder clouds, and people seemed so insignificant in front of the heavenly power of Lei Jie.

"Who broke through?"

"Such a terrifying thunder tribulation, can anyone really survive it?"

Among the three thousand fairy peaks of the Wuji Immortal Sect, tens of thousands of disciples all looked up at the thunder cloud above the central fairy peak.

"That's the position of Wuji Peak, it's the headmaster!"

"What? The headmaster has made a breakthrough!"

Many disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect showed shock on their faces, and they were extremely surprised by the great progress made by the head teacher of Wuji.

But at the same time, they became nervous again, afraid of variables.

You must know that the cultivation base of the head teacher is the highest in the immortal sect, located above the god of transformation, hidden for hundreds of years, not asking about world affairs, just to stay at the level of refining the virtual, not to pass the thunder disaster.

If there are levels in the world of cultivating immortals, then Headmaster Wuji is the group of people with the highest level.

If he breaks through the Thunder Tribulation, then Master Wuji will surpass Lianxu, and he can be sealed as a half-immortal.

But if they can't, they don't dare to think about the consequences.

Undoubtedly, it was a huge blow to the Wuji Immortal Sect.

"Headmaster's Taoism is unfathomable. He has lived for thousands of years, and his methods are superb. He will be fine." A disciple in a Taoist robe with a gossip pattern murmured softly.

Not only him, many disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect, no matter whether they are inner or outer sects or true disciples, comforted themselves in this way in their hearts.

However, the next second.

An extremely horrifying picture appeared in front of them.

The originally pitch-black thundercloud turned scarlet, and the billowing calamity cloud spread out to the surroundings again. The blood-red thunderstorm seemed to choose someone to devour, and the aura was several times more terrifying than before!
"boom!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering bang, the terrifying thunder calamity finally descended. It was as thick as a dragon and snake, extending from the end of the heaven and the earth, descending into the world brilliantly, and that power seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world.

The strong lightning and the overwhelming aura of destruction forced many disciples to close their eyes.

Only a few people can see the fairy peak lit up by the thunder.

There is clearly the back of an old man.

Under the might of the sky, it looks lonely and desolate.

The old man was not indifferent, but stretched out his big hand towards the sky.

The spiritual energy with a radius of ten thousand miles was quickly evacuated, forming a vortex in the sky, rushing towards the old man, and in an instant, a fairy figure of a mighty old man rose from the Wuji Peak, standing on top of the sky.

This is refining the primordial spirit. After awakening, it can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

But even such a majestic fairy figure was shattered into pieces under the blood-red thunder.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound resounded between the sky and the earth, and the thunder calamity was like a needle piercing the sky and shaking the earth, piercing straight at the old man on the top of the mountain.

He was about to die, but the old man greeted him with a smile, and said calmly:
"The karma owed is still too great."

In the end, the desolate figure still perished under the thunder calamity.

There are no bones left, and traces are hard to find.

This thunder light illuminates the Lingshan Mountain and also the secular world.

Xu Muchen, the secular gatekeeper of the Wuji Immortal Sect, suddenly became alarmed and raised his head. Compared with a year ago, his face didn't change much, but his aura became sharper.

He could clearly see that there was a big opening in the vast formation in the distant Lingshan Mountain, and the spiritual energy of the world and the earth here had been drawn out.

Xu Muchen hurriedly stood up, facing the direction of Lingshan, and shouted sadly:
"Headmaster!"

"farewell."

Many disciples under the Three Thousand Immortal Peak all cried out to the top of the Immortal Peak.

"Headmaster!"

For a time, the entire Wuji Xianzong fell into a heavy and sad atmosphere.

The teacher still lost.

Even the No. 1 Master Wuji of Xianmen couldn't break the 800-year-old shackles.

But no one is qualified to laugh at him.

The movement of the thunder disaster in Lingshan was too huge, and it was known by all the immortal sects in the instant it happened.

The head teacher wanted to break Mahayana, opened the road to ascension, crossed the catastrophe and died, and the news spread immediately.

For a moment, the entire world of cultivating immortals was shocked!

Taoist Temple of Longevity, under the ginseng fruit tree.

The Lord of Longevity is wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a white beard whisk, and his eyes are full of regret.

"This is the fate of the world of cultivating immortals."

"Master, why did you say such a thing?" The cute girl with a bun on the side asked suspiciously.

The Lord of Longevity shook his head, twitched his beard, and sighed: "In the past 800 years, no one has been able to reopen the path of ascension except Yanzu, so it has become fate."

"Call your senior brother back, you don't have to guard this door anymore."

"Yes."

At the same time, the Immortal Palace Group on the Millennium Snow Mountain.

Palace Master Linglong wore a graceful palace dress, looked at the position of Wuji Immortal Sect, frowned, and said regretfully:
"Wuji, you still go. Contamination and karma will turn into a catastrophe. It's not that there is no retribution, but the time has not yet come. This threshold is too high and too big, even you and I can't pass it."

Then, she told the female disciple beside her:

"Summon the Eight Hundred Sword Attendants of the Immortal Palace and prepare for the battle."

Xiaolingyin Temple.

The pilgrims in the temple were told to leave and no longer receive visitors.

In the spacious temple, many monks gathered together.

"Abbot, what should we do? The fall of Headmaster Wuji will not only be detrimental to Wuji Immortal Sect, it will undoubtedly be a huge blow to the entire Immortal Sect." A half-sleeved Arhat said solemnly.

The old abbot with white eyebrows covering his eyes held a Zen stick, folded his hands together and said: "The entire fairy gate is a whole. Now that the dispute has started, who can stay out of it? How can you just sit back and watch the chaos in the world?"

"What does the abbot mean, dispatch the 72 gold monks in the temple?"

The old abbot nodded and continued: "You must ensure the safety of Daxia. If the world of cultivating immortals is in chaos, the world will definitely suffer."

"I understand."

In the Wuji Immortal Sect at this time.

The disciples were still immersed in a sad atmosphere, and an old and energetic voice sounded in their minds.

"Cheer yourself up."

Like Hong Zhong Da Lu, buzzing in the mind.

In front of the Lingtan in front of Wuji Peak, an old man fishing stood there. Although his body was stooped, he carried an extraordinary aura.

At this time, an elder of the Wuji Immortal Sect appeared in the void, and said via voice transmission:

"I know you are all sad, but there are more important things waiting for us right now."

"The monsters in Beizhou are rampant and have already threatened the land of Zhongzhou. This year, the frequency of demon gates has increased significantly. As a disciple of Xianmen, we cannot sit idly by."

"From today onwards, all disciples of the True Inheritance will go down the mountain to practice, and the disciples of the inner and outer sects must also accept the tasks assigned by the sect."

"In addition, I announced a more important matter. In accordance with the will of the head teacher, the elders unanimously agreed that Elder Hai will take over the position of head teacher Wuji."

"Yes!"

Hearing the new rules established by the sect and seeing the elder's reaction, many disciples' hearts trembled.

They seemed to understand something.

Obviously, the demise of the head teacher was not a sudden event, but had been expected for a long time.

Momen's actions just confirmed this point.

Even though the situation became more and more tense, the old fisherman still stayed close to this Lingtan, as if he was guarding something.

"Where is the sword bearer?"

The old man said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying sword pillar shot up from the central fairy peak.

Ten powerful auras of swordsmanship instantly enveloped the entire Wuji Immortal Sect.

"On this trip, guard the entrances to the ten spiritual mountains in the world, and there must be no mistakes."

The old man gave the order.

With a sound of "咻", the ten beams of light scattered straight away.

This kendo breath came and went quickly, and disappeared into the sky in a flash.

Many sect disciples were amazed again and again.

"I'm not mistaken, there are actually people in Wuliangxian Peak. Didn't you say that it is forbidden to enter? I thought there was no one."

A young disciple wondered.

The older senior brother next to him patiently explained: "You joined the sect late, so it's normal if you don't know. It is said that there are ten sword bearers in Wuliangxian Peak. Taking action at the time of the sect's great crisis, it seems that the current situation of Wuji Xianzong is no longer optimistic."

"This year's Demon Sect is already rampant enough. Now that the headmaster is dead, I'm afraid there will be a war."

The disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect more or less sensed a hint of danger, but there was no fear on their faces, but a resolute look on their faces.

Since practicing, there has been a long period of peace, and many disciples have long been eager to try.

Practicing to seek longevity, wielding a sword to destroy evil spirits, and ascending to the immortal path are all for these two.

So what if you die.

At this moment, Nanyu Mansion.

Zhao Huai, who was about to go out, sensed the aura fluctuations in a radius of ten thousand li.

He felt something was wrong, and he floated straight up.

Come to the sky and look at the source of the movement.

I don't know what happened.

But he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He took out the golden copper coin and did some divination, and after confirming that he was fine for the time being, he was also relieved.

But this door must not dare to go out.

Through Song Zhishu's mouth, he learned that there was a demon in the Nanyu Mansion exposed, and such things happened, and he knew indirectly that the people from the Demon Sect were still looking for him.

Just like a year ago, when facing Old Demon Nether.

The presence of the ancestor artifact caused a lot of trouble.

The Ten Sects of Demon Dao fought for each other.

Fortunately, the people of Xianmen are also very smart. During this year, a large number of monks have been set up around Nanyu Mansion for covert protection, and they can arrive at the first time.

But in a short time, he wanted to go out, I'm afraid it would be difficult.

After returning to the ground, he was found to be looking for him.

"what's up?"

Zhao Huai asked.

"His Royal Highness, Mr. Song came to you and said that someone came to visit you." A scribe reported.

"understood."

Zhao Huai nodded. He unexpectedly discovered that the golden smoke that had remained on everyone's faces had dissipated.

Turned into plain white.

That is, the color of nothing.

[Watching Qi Master] The picture seen by Fate must be something that will happen, this can be guaranteed.

The color of the gas smoke has changed, which is not difficult to guess.

Dayan's overall fortune is slowing down.

Zhao Huai can also understand this.

Today's Dayan wants to go north, but the time he needs now is not enough, and he has heard that Empress Daxia has a good reputation this year, and she is famous for her wisdom and martial arts, which is quite popular among the people.

This is not what he expected.

What about Rakshasa, who was promised to kill women?
He also heard that this empress is domineering and domineering, and has not been to court for a year.

The cabinet was specially set up, and all things were handed over to the cabinet. She only had to look over it. Under such circumstances, the ability to manage the entire country in an orderly manner was quite abnormal.

Far surpassed the previous two emperors!

It's not easy to deal with at all.

But he is not in a hurry, he has enough time, and he is not in a hurry.

He is a cultivator, so he is the least afraid of suffering.

Are you wise and powerful?
What about a hundred years from now?Not even a handful of loess.

White smoke, white smoke, it's normal.

Zhao Huai followed the scribe into the living room, and as soon as he entered, he saw Song Zhishu, an old man and a woman.

His attention was first placed on the old man.

The old man's head was covered with meat buns, and he looked like a Buddhist.

But the appearance and clothing are obviously different, the dark face, very thin, the emerald green monk robe, half of the shoulders are exposed, with dense mantras.

"Your Highness, you are here."

Song Zhishu saw Zhao Huai and said with a smile.

"This person must be Prince Yan, who has risen to fame in the past year."

A woman's voice sounded next to her.

Like an oriole singing clear, loud and gentle.

Zhao Huai raised his eyes subconsciously and couldn't help being stunned.

What a beautiful woman.

I saw that woman was wearing a navel-baring dress, very sexy, with a red gauze scarf on her shoulders, and a long scarf on her head. She was only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a straight nose, and her skin was as delicate as snow. Very, stunning appearance, quite exotic.

To be honest, Zhao Huai has already seen so many beauties, and he feels that the faces of women in the world cannot be ranked.

Because they all have a unique temperament, such as the gentleness and considerateness of the wife, the noble and noble temperament, and sometimes there is a domineering and stubborn stubbornness.

There is also the naturally dull, fairy-like straight daughter Qiu Yueqing, the arrogant and petite sister-in-law Pei Xiangyun, and the cold, silver-haired beauty Yin Nanyu who puts on a dead fish face every day.

Everyone has a different style.

The eyes of the woman in front of her had a hint of agility, and the depths of her eyes were still clear, especially the faintly evoked smile, which seemed to be able to touch people's hearts.

No matter how beautiful the other party is, it doesn't matter.

He can no longer hold the excess beauty in the world.

The girl he likes is not only the cinnabar mole in his heart, but also the bright moonlight.

Zhao Huai just glanced at it, and soon he set his sights on the old monk Rouji.

Nascent Soul strong!
He is decisive.

Through [Air Watcher], you can see the smoke on the opponent's face, which is extremely thick.

Obviously he is a very strong monk, the smoke of Jindan monk is definitely not so strong, and the cultivation level of the old monk with meat bun is definitely higher than that of Yuanying.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are definitely not many strong Nascent Souls. They are already extremely strong monks, who can serve as elders of major sects, and even start a sect and establish a sect by themselves, titled Daoist.

Obviously, the identity of the woman in front of her is absolutely extraordinary.

At this time, Song Zhishu spoke.

"Your Highness, let me introduce you, this is the princess of the Shenluo Gu Kingdom in Xizhou, Luo Ya."

"The one next to me is the Wenxiang Bodhisattva of the Goddess Sacred Sect."

"Shenluo Gu Country?"

When Zhao Huai heard the name, he immediately searched in his mind.

In his impression, Xizhou originated in ancient times and has been occupied by many ancient countries. The largest of them are the three kingdoms, Shenluo, Tianluo, and Diluo. They were originally a huge country. Later, with the evolution of history, split into three.

At the same time, the religious culture in Xizhou is particularly prosperous, with countless sects.

In the eyes of Zhongzhou people, they are called the land of the demon sect Gu country.

What are they doing here?
(End of this chapter)