Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 126 Great Zhou Emperor?

The dark clouds gathered above the peach forest. Although it is just a painting, you can still feel something extraordinary and extremely uncomfortable from the painting.After looking at it for a while, Pudu slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Senior, this Taolin?"

When faced with Pudu's question, the middle-aged man seemed not to have heard anything and just drank tea calmly.

Pudu couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this. Although the relationship between the two was still relatively stiff, it was undoubtedly much better than before, and it could be considered progress. Then Pudu looked at the other paintings again.

Turning to one side, I saw a very ordinary painting. On the painting was a monk, wearing a black robe and carrying a long sword. I could still faintly feel the cold sword intent. Is this a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm? ?

Naturally, a painting cannot have the meaning of a sword, and the meaning of the sword in it presumably comes from the person who painted it.

But, why did he choose to leave behind a sword intent?

With doubts, Pudu looked at the remaining half of the painting again, and saw the sword cultivator of the Purple Mansion realm facing the peach forest. The peach forest was still densely covered with cold clouds and evil spirits, but at this moment, the clouds As if conscious, countless flying peach blossoms suddenly appeared.

The whole painting is like this, it seems to be recording something, and it also seems to be explaining something.

Then came the third painting, which seemed to be a Confucian scholar standing outside the peach grove, surrounded by dense white air.

The fourth officer turned out to be a monk, but he was an old monk. The old monk also faced the peach forest, with a huge Buddha statue emerging behind him.

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Upon closer inspection, there are actually seven paintings.

After seeing these paintings, Pudu couldn't help but fall into silence. The two of them didn't talk, they just sat like this for the whole day.When the sky was about to darken, Pudu got up and walked out of the bamboo hut and walked towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

The next morning, I got up early and went to the bamboo forest. The bamboo house was still open, but Pudu did not step in. Instead, he walked towards the bamboo forest.After a few breaths, he walked out with a bundle of pillars, put down the bamboos, and continued walking towards the bamboo forest, one after another.

After feeling that there was enough bamboo, he began to build bamboo houses in the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo house, the man in white looked at the busy Pudu for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed.

Once upon a time, several people came here, and they left their own traces in the bamboo forest. Looking carefully, there were exactly seven bamboo houses in the bamboo forest, after excluding the man in white of course.

Now, looking at Purdue, it seems that I see history repeating itself, but it does not stop it.

The bamboo house was basically completed in three days. Although it was not very exquisite, there was no problem in living in it.

On the fourth day, Pudu stayed in the bamboo forest.

Late at night, with the sound of wind, it seemed like a figure hovered next to his bamboo house for a long time, and finally left quietly.After the wind subsided, Pudu also opened his eyes at the same time. The sky was bright and the night was uneventful.

So, what is it?
A flash of doubt flashed in Pudu's eyes.

There may be evil spirits showing up late at night, but as long as you enter the house, nothing will happen?

The bamboo house obviously doesn't have the ability to protect him, so who is protecting him?
The man in white?

What is the evil spirit in the middle of the night?
A flash of confusion flashed in Pudu's eyes, and his mind was full of questions. It would be nice if he could test it, but he would not joke with his life even though he knew he was losing.

He stood up and walked out of the bamboo house with doubts.

"Senior, there is a young monk's residence in the forest. I wonder if senior can tell me about this place." Pudu walked to the stone table and bowed before sitting down and asked.

The man in white finally raised his head, looked at him seriously, and sighed.

"Junior, I don't know about this matter. If you practice with all your heart, there may be some possibility of getting out, but after knowing it, you may end up here. So, do you still want to know?"

Pudu smiled and shook his head. Just when the man in white thought that he didn't want to know, Pudu slowly uttered a few words: "Does the young monk still have a choice?"

This place might really be able to live forever as the villagers said, but it was also a prison and he couldn't stay here for long.In other words, with his cultivation level, there is no possibility for him to go further. Even if he is only one step away from the Zifu realm, his qualifications are too low.

The Profound Core Realm is only five hundred years old, and he can't afford it, so going out is his only way.

Looking at several paintings, the opportunity to go out undoubtedly lies in the peach forest, or the black-robed monk in the peach forest.

Seemingly hearing a bit of determination from Pudu, the man in white finally nodded.

"5000 years ago, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty established the Immortal Court in succession to the sky. They declared themselves Emperor of Heaven, commanded the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou, canonized the gods, and protected the common people and thousands of living things."

Pudu nodded and heard the old monk say this.

"It's a pity that the number of days is hard to determine. The Heavenly Court of the Great Zhou Dynasty will fall apart within a hundred years and turn into the clouds of history."

"Senior, is there any disaster in this?"

"Haha, calamity? It's just your own calamity."

The man in white sneered, a flash of self-deprecation flashing in his eyes.

Then he spoke again: "Shinto is true to heaven and earth, but the way of incense has many disadvantages. Even the poison of incense is not something that our human race can bear. Therefore, chaos is expected."

The poison of incense?

Pudu frowned slightly and thought for a moment, it seemed that this was indeed the case.Although the power of incense can help people practice cultivation, it is mostly the power of human thoughts and wishes. Human thoughts often contain seven emotions and six desires such as greed, which will form the poison of incense.

The poison of incense can contaminate the soul and make it difficult to advance in cultivation, or the body will die and the soul will disappear.

Didn't you expect that this world also has such a saying?

If all the canonized priests in the Great Zhou Immortal Court were poisoned by incense, the consequences would be...

Although it is unimaginable, it will definitely cause chaos.

The Taoist Celestial Master from Jiuyao Mountain also possesses a divine status, so he may be closely related to this matter, Pudu thought to himself.The most important thing is that the gods who were canonized at the time were not only people from the Great Zhou Immortal Court, but also Buddhism and Taoism.

From this point of view, it is understandable that the Great Zhou Dynasty could collapse within a hundred years.

Pudu asked in confusion: "Senior, what does the collapse of the Great Zhou Dynasty have to do with this place?"

The man in white said with a complex expression: "Do you know why this place is called the Land of Longevity?"

"Please tell the seniors."

He was also very curious about this. As a person in the world, such a strange place would appear.

"Although the Great Zhou Dynasty collapsed, a lot of the power of the incense accumulated over the past hundred years was still there. After it was known that the power of the incense was poisonous, no one wanted to absorb it. Instead, it became something that everyone despised. Haha, that’s ridiculous.”

"However, the power of these incense was not wasted. What you see before you is formed by the power of the incense left at that time." The man in white glanced at the entire valley and said slowly.

Could it be that just the power of the incense left behind allowed the people in the entire valley to gain eternal life?
A flash of surprise flashed across Pudu's face. The power of incense was indeed very strong, but it could also be seen from this how powerful the Great Zhou was back then.

"Senior, how much power of incense is left?"

"Only [-]% is left."

Purdue:······

Forty percent, although it sounds like nothing, is enough to stand firm for 3000 years.

Darling, in 3000 years, he was only in the Xuandan realm, and his lifespan of only 500 years was enough to consume him to death.

Pudu shook his head helplessly: "Senior, the young monk cannot afford to spend 3000 years. Is there a way to break out of this place?" "Yes!" The man in white said calmly, as if he had known that Pudu would ask such a question, but his words Turn: "But with your current level of cultivation, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it."

"Senior, please speak frankly."

Pudu was not discouraged. After all, it could be seen from the painting of the man in white that the first few people who came in were also not strong, and they were only in the Purple Mansion realm. Although his cultivation was not strong, his strength was not weak.

"Just get rid of the one in the peach grove."

Is that true?
Pudu frowned!

"Senior, why is this so?"

"I am the spirit of the incense, and Taolin is the poison of the incense. Do you understand?"

The spirit of incense and the poison of incense?
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"I and I each hold half the power of the incense, but they also restrict each other. With him around, I can't open the incense shrouded in the valley to avoid obstacles."

Pudu's eyes flickered, and he began to meditate secretly.

"I can suppress my strength, but the weakest one is the Zifu Realm. You are only in the Xuandan Realm. It is almost impossible to defeat him. Moreover, in the Zifu Realm, he is also an invincible villager. This person beside you The seven bamboo houses bear witness to this.”

The man in white looked at the seven lonely bamboo houses with a slightly sad look and sighed.

The sky gradually darkened, Pudu woke up from his meditation, looked at the sky and slowly stood up.

"Thank you, senior, for clarifying my doubts. I would like to ask senior to give me some time to think about this matter."

After leaving the bamboo house, Pudu walked towards his own bamboo house. Just as he was about to take a step forward, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes. He turned around and walked down the mountain. It seemed that he wanted to enter the village.

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The next day,

Pudu surprisingly did not go to the bamboo forest, but headed towards the peach forest. There were still heart-stopping feelings in the peach forest, but it did not stop Pudu's footsteps, and he was more determined than the last time he came.

The same peach grove, the same wooden house, the same stone table, the same...

It doesn't seem to have changed much from the last time I came here.

The peach blossoms were still scattered, and the man in black robe hunched over and lowered his hook. When he sensed Pudu's arrival again, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Just like the last time he came, Pudu sat down on the stone pier and waited quietly for the fishing rod to rise.

"Yan!"

With a soft groan, the man in black robe lifted the fishing rod, and saw another huge carp swaying and flapping its edges. The man in black robe took it off and threw it into the pool again.Put the hook aside, and then look at Pudu.

He smiled and said: "Haha, the little master is here again."

Pudu greeted him and said, "The young monk has met my senior."

"Why are you here today?" the man in black robe asked, taking the teapot with one hand and pouring a cup of tea for Pudu.

"The young monk came here to inquire about something."

The man in black pushed a teacup over.

Pudu held it up and took a sip, the mouthful was full of fragrance, even though the tea entered his throat, there was still a faint fragrance between his lips and teeth.

"Life in this world is hard, so this tea is acceptable."

Putting down the teacup, Pudu nodded, "The fragrance is overflowing, and the fragrance is lingering on the lips and teeth. It is the best."

"Little friend, it's amazing."

Then he poured another glass and pushed it in front of Pudu.

Pudu didn't drink, but stared blankly at the man in black: "Senior, I have two questions I want to ask."

"Say."

"Is this place made of the power of incense?"

"Yes!"

"Senior, have you been here in the dust for more than five thousand years?"

"Of course!"

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Both of them were right, but they were also wrong.

Pudu sighed leisurely, looked at the red tea on the stone table and was silent for a while before slowly raising his head.

"Who is the senior?"

The smile on the face of the man in black froze, and he drank the tea brought to his mouth in one gulp.

"In the past 5000 years, countless monks have come here. You are the first to dare to enter the peach forest twice, and you are also the only one to ask this question."

"But, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I am the poison of incense."

Pudu shook his head when he heard this: "Incense is the consciousness of all living beings, it is not born from heaven and earth, and it cannot give birth to spiritual wisdom."

Facing Pudu's words, the man in black robe suddenly fell silent.

"How did you learn about this matter? As far as I know, there is no record of this matter?"

Of course it was the past life. The low-end Shinto in this world is much worse than in the previous life. You must know how prosperous the Shinto was in the previous life when the gods were enshrined in heaven, but I have never heard of incense giving birth to spiritual wisdom.

Even if it was impossible in the previous life, it is certainly nonsense in this life.

"Senior, there is Shinto in this world. Although it is not as prosperous as it was 5000 years ago, the young monk still has some understanding of Shinto."

When he heard that there was a divine way in this world, the man in black robe's expression changed slightly, but after a few moments he relaxed his expression.

"I don't need to talk about my identity, but now I am the poison of this incense."

Pudu nodded, then stood up and left Taolin.

Incense cannot give birth to spiritual wisdom. He had been suspicious when he heard the man in white speak yesterday, but both of them said that they were the spiritual wisdom born from incense.In this case, there is only one possibility, and that is to hide its own identity.

There is only one person who can control the power of the incense left by the Great Zhou Dynasty, and that is the master of the Great Zhou Immortal Court, the supreme being who canonized the divine way: the Great Zhou Emperor!
However, Pudu looked back at the black-robed man, who looked like a Confucian scholar. He did not look like the aloof Emperor Zhou. You must know that the Emperor Zhou was the one who unified the nine states and the whole world. Even if the Great Zhou was destroyed, he should not be without any magnanimity. .

So who is this person?
Bamboo forest, peach forest.

After seeing the two, Pudu understood that the two are one body and two gods, which is the legendary distraction.

One is the body of pure incense and fire, while the other is the body of incense and poison.

What the two said seems to be the real truth, but here's the problem. Incense can't create spirits. Maybe incense and poison can, but what about the one in the bamboo forest?
Following doubts, Pudu returned to the village, but did not enter the village. Instead, he stood at the entrance of the village and watched the three children playing.

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(End of this chapter)