Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 160 Spring is deep, we should go to Mount Wa!

Spring is already deep, and the practitioners who came from the human world and watched an anticlimactic duel are gradually leaving. Another grand event in the human world, the Washan Holy Ghost Festival, is about to take place.

It is rumored that Master Qishan, who was practicing in Lanke Temple, will also come out of the cave to answer questions for the younger generation of practitioners who come to the Washan Yulan Festival.

For Master Qishan of Washanlanke Temple, people in the world still maintain respect as always, because Master Qishan once gave up his six realms of cultivation in order to protect the dam that was about to be flooded, just to save The people in the lower and lower reaches.

Maybe the world scoffs at the various actions of the Buddhist sect, but it definitely does not include the Lanke Temple where Master Qishan lives.

South of Chang'an City, under the mountains.

On the stone flat in the front yard of the academy, the students of the academy sat together in twos and threes, discussing whether to go to Mount Washan for a visit. Life is only a short hundred years.

After graduating from college, how many times in life will I be able to go to Lanke?

The professors of the academy will naturally not refuse, and some even want to go with them. You must go to see the Yulan Festival in Wasan!

The old teacher of Leke looked at the youthful and brilliant academy disciples and said: "Back then, I was young, but my old friends are no longer here."

He also went away with his old friend during the Washan Olan Festival that year, but day after day, year after year, his old friend gradually withered away, and how lonely he was on the path of spiritual practice!
Professor Gongyang turned his head and said with a low expression: "Old Xutou, you are too sentimental. There is nothing good about Washanlanke Temple, that is to say, the Bon orchids there are not bad."

"Only in that year, the Yulan flower turned red, and no one stood up in the Yulan flower field anymore."

It was supposed to be the grandest Olam Festival in Washan, but it was also the most miserable Olam Festival. He just watched helplessly, so many people died in front of his eyes.

The murderer was a member of the Demon Sect, in order to blame Mr. Ke, and before he could take revenge, the gate of the Demon Sect was destroyed.

Old Xu Tou said while tuning the strings: 'Yes!There is nothing good about Washan, and Bon Orchid is not a flower in the human world. It was just the headmaster's opinion. '

"It was inappropriate for believers in the temple to bow their knees to Pluto, so gradually the Buddhist sect took over the task of bowing to Pluto. But over time, no one remembered the purpose of the Bon Festival."

"This time during the Bon Festival, you'd better go along. The storm is going to damage Ke Temple!"

As a practitioner in that temple, although he is old, his heart is still clear. He has seen everything in this world clearly for nearly two years.

This is a worse world, but the temple is worse than the Tang Kingdom.

"Old Xu, where did you get the news from?"

"How come this Bon Festival is in chaos?"

Professor Gongyang followed behind Old Xu Tou, asking questions tirelessly.

I want to ask for a clear explanation of this matter. I heard that this time, all the big figures from the spiritual sects in the world are going to this Bon Festival. How could there be chaos?
Old Xu smiled freely and said: "Believe it or not, it's up to you, not me. I heard that this time, the Washan Lanke Temple is going to discuss the matter of the son of Hades. Mr. Thirteen, I know him well, but I'm afraid The disciples of the academy are on top."

"Do you think Mr. Thirteen will take care of those academy disciples who have taken the trouble?"

Gongyang Jiaoxi sneered: "If you will take care of it, is it Mr. Thirteen? I heard that that day, the God of Light performed a magical skill of turning snow into a dragon. What kind of supernatural power is that?"

Old Xu became interested and said with a smile: "It should be the Taoist magic, a destructive 'apocalypse.'"

Professor Gongyang pretended to be confused and said, "Then why can't even a big black umbrella break through the indestructible Taoist magic?"

Doubts appeared on the old Xu's face, and he said: "It's impossible, the Divine Seat of the Temple of Light, exhausted the magical apocalypse released by life, how could it be impossible to break even a big black umbrella, unless it came from Hades treasure."

If there is anything in this world that a God of Light cannot break even at the cost of his life, it must be the Pluto's Treasure passed down by word of mouth from the seniors of the Taoist sect.

The daughter of Guangming is holding the treasure of Pluto, it is really weird!

Professor Gongyang said with surprise on his face: "Is it that scary?"

Old Xu said not to be outdone, "What do you know, you Confucianist, when I was in the temple, what I heard the most was the coming of the eternal night, but before I die, the eternal night will probably not come."

Teacher Gongyang asked: "Why?"

Old Xu Tou smiled and said: "Under Haotian's care, I will live for two more years in my later years. I am not a person like Master, and Haotian will not favor me too much."

"So I don't dare to hope that I can live to the third Jiazi!"

The figure of Old Xu Tou gradually disappeared in the bamboo forest. Teacher Gongyang turned around and walked out of the front yard. Maybe it was time to go to Washan. She really liked the Bon orchid field.
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Along the Weishui River, it goes straight to the Southern Jin Dynasty.

On the bank of the Weishui River, Ning Que, who survived by chance, was walking hard on the bank of the river with Sang Sang on his back.

This is the lower reaches of the Weishui River, and there is almost no smoke or smoke. In other words, there is no shortage of fishing products in the Weishui River. Otherwise, it would be difficult to survive close to hunting.

It's just that Sangsang's cold illness has become more and more serious. If it continues like this, I'm afraid Sangsang will really be unable to stand it.

Ning Que coughed and walked on the river bank. He believed that he would be able to get out of this desolate area and return to the empire's territory.

The figure of the wild goose appeared and disappeared under the sky, and the sound of the waves of the Weishui came to Ning Que's ears like an annoyance.

After walking for dozens of days, Ning Que's legs felt as heavy as lead. Suddenly, some incredible sight seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"Teacher, senior brother, how is it possible?"

In the past dozens of days, he had almost given up. Someone was looking for him. Otherwise, why didn't anyone come to rescue him for dozens of days?
"I must have seen it wrong. How could that bad old man come to save me?"

Ning Que murmured in a low voice, but the next moment he was hit by a ruler and fell to the ground. However, even if he fell, Ning Que did not forget to protect Sangsang.

The old scalper shouted at the top of his voice, raised his hoof, pushed Ning Que who was lying on the ground, and stretched out his tongue to lick it.

Li slowly got out of the carriage and helped Sangsang down. He looked at the fainted Ning Que and said, "Teacher, my junior has been walking alone at the junction of the Tang and Jin Dynasties for dozens of days. I am already exhausted. How can I stop?" Can it hold up to your ruler?"

He was very worried about his junior brother's safety. Fortunately, he found his junior brother. Otherwise, how would he explain it to the third junior sister when asked?
The master came out of the carriage, stood on the carriage with a jug of wine, and said while drinking: "Yan Se dotes on him, you spoil him, as if I, the teacher, are a bad person."

"Don't worry, I have a sense of responsibility as a teacher. Besides, Xiao San is not a cat or a dog. How could he die so easily?"

"Slowly! Wake up Little Thirteen and Sangsang first. I have something to explain to Little Thirteen."

He didn't know how to choose. Just like when he ran down Peach Mountain, he was also a person, and he was also confused. He was confused by a God of Light. Why should he use the magic of apocalypse to transform into a dragon to break that big black umbrella?
It was a thick night, so why did the bright daughter hold the treasure of Hades?

The aroma of Jiujiang Shuangzheng's wine permeated the air, and Li slowly began to rescue the two of them. It didn't take long for Ning Que to wake up leisurely, but Ning Que's eyes were still very confused.

It seems that everything in front of me is like a dream and a bubble, not real at all.

Ning Que, who came back to his senses in a daze, looked at Li Manman, who was rescuing Sang Sang, and asked, "Elder brother, how is Sang Sang?"

Li Ranman's pale face was a little moved, he smiled slightly, and said: "Sangsang is fine, it's just that she encountered cold air in the water, which caused a cold disease in her body."

It was a bone-piercing chill, and even his thought power was frozen after encountering that chill.

Such a chill has been attached to Sangsang's body for more than ten years. How did she survive?

Ning Que looked anxiously at Sangsang, who still hadn't woken up, and asked, "Elder brother, but Sangsang, why haven't you woken up yet?"

The master jumped out of the carriage, stuffed the pot of 30-year-old Jiujiang Shuangzheng into Li Slowman's hand, and said, "Slowly! The cold disease that even Wei Guangming can't do anything about is in this world. Only Xiaoqi Mountain in Lanke Temple can be cured."

"The Bon Festival is about to begin, and many students from the academy are also heading to Washan. It's not too late for you to start now."

He didn't know how he should choose, but it seemed that he was walking towards the choice step by step, his own choice.

He watched Ning Que kill people from the woodshed, watched Ning Que walk out of Chang'an City, watched Ning Que fight wolves at night in Minshan, watched Ning Que cut firewood by the Shubi Lake, watched Following Ning Que back to Chang'an, he climbed up to the second floor.

What should his choice be?

After drinking a stall of 30-year-old Jiujiang Shuangzheng, Li slowly turned rosy, and he said: "Little brother, Sangsang is too weak, I will send you off first, and go back to the back mountain to recuperate for two days, and then you It’s not too late to start again.”

Ning Que looked at Li Manman with confusion and asked: "Then Senior Brother, why don't you send me and Sangsang directly to Washan Lanke Temple?"

He was very confused. Since the senior brother had the magical power of Wuju, why didn't he just send him and Sangsang to Washan?
The master looked at Ning Que and scolded with a smile: "Xiao Shisan, the reason why you are asked to go by yourself is to give you a chance to meet a true cultivator of the Taoist sect. Maybe a true cultivator of the Taoist sect will not save Sangsang."

"But Mountain Master Mo and Dao Chi may not know how to save each other!"

"Besides, if you go to Mount Wa this time, if you want Xiaoqishan to save someone, you have to follow Lanke's rules."

Ning Tuo nodded and said: "Disciple understands!"

But no one knew what Ning Que was thinking. Then Li slowly took Ning Que and Sang Sang back to the mountain.

The Master was driving an ox cart alone, hoping to find an old friend!
At dusk, the master stopped the ox cart. He looked at the rapidly falling light under the sky and said with a smile: "Chen Xuan, a real practitioner of Taoist Taiping Dao, it's been a long time!"

True cultivation of the Daoist sect is really troublesome, so I just mentioned it, and someone came to the door.

Chen Xuanwan's real yang god's appearance could no longer tell the truth, there was a hint of sullenness in his calm eyes, and he said: "Master, it's been a long time, and it's been a long time since I saw you in the battle last time." Six months."

"It's really gratifying that Master has found Ning Que, but Master's choice seems a little inappropriate!"

"Even Wei Guangming, the God of Light in the temple, and Li Manman, the senior student in the academy, are helpless. Is the cold disease really a disease that humans can get? Can Qishan really cure it?"

"There is no cure for the disease caused by nature and man!"

In a sense, Sangsang is not a human being, but a heavenly being.

It doesn't matter whether she is the daughter of Pluto, the daughter of light, or the human body of God Haotian, it cannot be changed. Sangsang is the essence of heaven and human beings.

God has enjoyed the offerings from the human world and assumed the responsibilities, so how can he covet the pleasure of one night?

In this way, there is a disease of heaven and man. There are three thousand diseases in the world of birth, old age, sickness and death, but lovesickness cannot be cured. To that god, the disease of heaven and man is just a trivial matter.

But for that human body, the disease between heaven and man is an incurable disease!
The master smiled and said: "The disease of heaven and man is incurable, this is the first time I heard of it. But what I want to hear more is that the Taoist sect is really cultivating, and the Tao of Huangtian is taught."

"The world has been silent for a long time, and many stupid people still can't see clearly."

He views the world fairly, but some people always think that he is biased in his view of the world.

Chen Xuan said flatly: "Huang Tian's way is not suitable for teaching now. There is no master who accepts Huang Tian's way, maybe I should come here in person and meet with Master."

"It's just that there are some things that I can't help but come here in person. I think there will be a chance to see him like that."

"After all, Master, it's almost time for you to leave!"

The Master laughed and said: "The ultimate light is the ultimate darkness. I have read the seven volumes of the Heavenly Book a long time ago, but I only woke up after seeing the big black umbrella."

"I and a certain great priest of light read the Book of Heaven and roasted sweet potatoes together. I should have seen clearly the intertwining of light and darkness in Sangsang's body."

"Sometimes, it's not that I can't see clearly, but that I don't want to see clearly, because after seeing clearly, I am really distressed."

"I still want to eat hundreds of years of roast mutton and drink thousands of years of Jiujiang double steaming, but I don't seem to have that much time."

He doesn't want to make a choice now, but he must make a choice. The storm will rise in Washan, and all practitioners in the world will soon go to Washan. I hope Xiaoqishan can forgive him!
Forgive him for being selfish.

Chen Xuan nodded and said: "That's why, if heaven does not give birth to a master, the eternity will be as lonely as the long night!"

The master smiled and said: "But you seem to be a true cultivator who has not been out of Taoism for thousands of years, but you are too young. After walking through many human worlds, you dare to assert that this is the case in the human world?"

Chen Xuan said: "Going to the void, and returning to the human world, looking around the world, the blood is still warm!"

"I am a real cultivator, why should I cherish this body?"

(End of this chapter)