Immortality is above

Chapter 103 Chapter 102: The devil is in my heart, and the book is on my arm

Chen Liubai quickly tidied up Zhuxian Temple inside and out, making it look much neater and tidier.

In the southeast corner of the yard, there is a cluster of unknown flowers growing there. Even though the spring breeze has not yet blown, a small red flower still blooms.

She looks delicate, but there is a kind of angry stubbornness.

He continued chopping wood and carrying water, and suddenly he felt like he was back in the mountains.

I remember that when I was taken up the mountain by the mysterious Taoist, I was a Taoist boy, handling various chores.

This is a compulsory course for entry, and no one can be exempted from it.

Then Chen Liubai went out and came back a quarter of an hour later, holding something in his hand. It was a cleanly slaughtered roe deer, which weighed dozens of kilograms and was quite fat.

When Old Taoist Qianyang saw it, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips: "On the Western Mountain, hunting and killing are prohibited."

"so what?"

"So I haven't had such good meat in a long time."

Chen Liubai smiled: "Then you are responsible for lighting the fire to cook."

"Row."

The old man was very straightforward and immediately went to clean the big iron pot in the kitchen, quickly lit a fire, stir-fried the chopped meat until the aroma was released, then poured in clear mountain spring water and covered it with a wooden lid.

Judging from his skillful movements, he was obviously a gourmet in the past and was good at cooking.

After touching it for about half an hour, the broth boiled and the aroma suddenly came out.

The old Taoist sat there, taking a deep breath with an intoxicated expression, and sighed: "This Zhuxian Temple has not had such fireworks for many years."

His mental state was up and down. He usually wandered around the market and foraged for food. When he was hungry, he rummaged in garbage dumps and even fought with dogs for food. This was nothing new, so he suffered from "epilepsy". "The nickname.

However, he still kept one thought in his mind. Every time he went out, he would wash his robes cleanly, because these clothes were his last bit of dignity.

As for the cultivation poems recited, they are purely instinctive memories. In the consciousness of the old Taoist, he always wants to maintain the Taoist tradition, and he also wants to pass it on...

Therefore, when he saw Chen Liubai coming, his first question was: "Is this layman here to seek immortality?"

Towards evening, the meat was cooked.

The two of them sat down to eat, as if they were competing.

But no matter how fast he ate, he found that Chen Liubai didn't eat as much.

In the context of cultivation, being able to eat is not only a blessing, but also a manifestation of the level of cultivation.

One of the fundamental methods, "collecting and refining qi," clearly explains this point.

It's like some strangers playing in the human world, performing on the spot, one person can eat a cow, which shocked everyone and became a "myth".

But these are just routine operations for practitioners with Taoist practices.

It was a rare occasion for him to have a good meal. Old Taoist Qianyang stretched his waist comfortably and shook it deliberately in front of Chen Liubai. His whole body crackled like fried beans, making a crisp sound.

He had a lot of cultivation. During his peak period, he had entered the innate state of the Little Zhou Tian Dynasty. However, he encountered a big change later and his cultivation retreated instead of advancing, and he was reduced to this.

Chen Liubai helped him calm down his soul and stabilize his mind, but he couldn't help with the hidden injuries in his body. He didn't have good medicine to give him, so he had to rely on his own care and maintenance.

Currently, there are not many objects stored in Chen Liubai's large Hutian bag: two fragments of the Heavenly Book, a piece of mysterious tortoise shell, Chen Yuan Sword, two golden shield talismans, and some other fragmentary materials.

Most of the things in the back were trophies seized from the Venerable.

As for money, banknotes, etc., the main thing is to have "enough" without counting how much there is.

Night began to fall, and the scenery in the mountains became blurry. The old Taoist Qianyang said "It's up to you" and went to sleep.

There was a sound of footsteps on the mountain path, and someone came unexpectedly.

Unexpectedly, this dilapidated Taoist temple was quite lively.

This was a tall young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thick lips. He seemed to be quite familiar with Taoist temples. He walked straight into the courtyard and stood in front of Chen Liubai: "Where is the Taoist Master?"

Chen Liubai glanced at him: "He is asleep."

"Okay, come out now. I have something to say to you."

Although he felt a little baffled, Chen Liubai went out and came to the courtyard door.

The young man's eyes flickered and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Tell me, who are you? Who sent you here?"

Chen Liubai blinked: "I don't understand what you mean."

"Hmph, if you don't tell secret stories, why should you pretend to be confused? You are here to be a Taoist boy, isn't it just for the treasure inside?"

"baby?"

Chen Liubai was a little surprised.

When he was in the tavern, he heard that there was a Taoist temple on the west mountain, so he became interested in it on a whim, so he came over to take a look, but to be honest, he didn't feel the smell of treasure.

Moreover, after seeing the appearance of old Taoists and Taoist temples, even if there were treasures in the past, they have been lost long ago. How can they still remain today?

Observing his expression, the young man thought it was just an act: "Do you think you are the first person to choose to be an old Taoist boy? I have been a Taoist boy for three years."

Hearing this, Chen Liubai gradually understood and said with a smile: "I see, then you can get all the treasures in the Taoist temple?"

"I bother!"

The young man spat on the ground: "That old man is crazy. He didn't reveal anything, and he never taught me any skills. In those three years, I worked for nothing."

Chen Liubai said: "So you just left?"

"If I don't leave, will I continue to work for nothing?"

"Then why are you coming here to tell me these things now? Is it because you are unwilling to give in? Or are you afraid that I will really get the baby?"

The young man crossed his arms and said, "I just want to see what kind of person you are. As someone who has been there, I want to call you a few words."

Chen Liubai chuckled: "I didn't see it, but you are still a warm-hearted person."

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Isn't that right? In fact, I also want to know if there are any treasures in this Taoist temple... Oops, Taoist priest, are you awake?"

It turned out that Old Taoist Qianyang got up and came out, standing in the courtyard, looking over with cold eyes.

Facing his gaze, the young man did not panic and grinned: "Taoist Master, I am happy for you to see that you are in good spirits."

Chen Liubai chuckled and said: "I see, it turns out you said that deliberately in front of the eyes and ears of the old Taoist. Is this considered to sow discord? Or if you can't get it yourself, others will never get it?"

The young man had an innocent expression on his face: "I don't understand what you mean."

"I'll make it clear to you."

As he spoke, Chen Liubai moved and disappeared on the ground.

The young man was shocked and wanted to retreat immediately. He was quite confident in his Qinggong, so he came alone.

However, the next moment, Chen Liubai grabbed him, like an eagle grabbing a chicken, unable to move.

Such ability?

Only then did he realize that he had made a serious mistake. Chen Liubai's visit to the Taoist temple was not what it was at all.

From the beginning to the end, the dialogue between him and Chen Liubai was like a clumsy performance, like a clown, and it became a complete joke.

"Senior, I was wrong..."

Immediately begged for mercy.

But Chen Liubai ignored him, reached out and took out a hemp rope and tied him to an old pine tree outside the door.

The young man was really scared and begged for mercy: "Senior, you don't remember the faults of villains, please let me go."

Listening to the noise, Chen Liubai picked up a similar stone and stuffed it directly into his mouth. He immediately felt like holding a big walnut and was speechless.

Then he clapped his hands and returned to the house.

Old Taoist Qian Yang ignored the young man and turned around indifferently: "His name is A Kang, and he did work as a Taoist boy here before."

Chen Liubai smiled and said: "He thought he hid it well, but you found out long ago?"

The old Taoist shook his head: "No, during those days, I was really crazy. I couldn't remember many things, so I couldn't give him anything."

Chen Liubai didn't believe this, but it wasn't important: true madness and fake madness were all manifestations of adapting to the evils of the world.

Over the years, Akang is not the only one who has coveted Taoist treasures and Taoist skills. There must be many others.

But isn’t this how the old Taoist came over?

The old Taoist Qianyang suddenly said: "After hearing what Akang said, don't you wonder if there is any treasure in the temple?"

Chen Liubai replied: "If I am curious, wouldn't I be deceived by him?"

The old man laughed, then went back to his room, closed the door, and went back to sleep.

The night fell and the mountain wind roared, which was scary to hear.

"Woooo..."

Akang, who was tied to the tree, felt scared and kept struggling to see if he could break free.

He thought about spitting out the stones in his mouth, but it was so stuffed that Chen Liubai used some tricks to make it difficult for him to move his cheeks and tongue, making it impossible for him to do so.

At this time, he saw thick fog rising in the mountains and forests.

In the thick fog, a rickety figure suddenly appeared. It had a huge head but a rather slender body. It looked very strange.

Akang thought of some terrible rumors in the Western Mountains, and he was extremely frightened.

Under the extreme stimulation of emotions, his whole body was full of strength, and snap, the hemp rope on his body broke.

He freed his hands, released the restraints in a few times, and dug out the stones in his mouth.

At this time, there were two choices before him, one was to escape down the mountain, and the other was to rush into the Taoist temple to seek shelter.

After thinking about it for a moment, Akang made a decision, turned around and ran towards the end of the mountain trail...

……

There were no lights on the Taoist temple at night, and it was dark. The mountain wind blew a large amount of thick fog over, covering it and gradually making it invisible.

There is a main room and a guest room in Zhuxian Temple.

Chen Liubai chose to live in the guest house.

It was still early, he wouldn't fall asleep that early, and he was in an environment where he shouldn't fall asleep.

Immediately, I sat cross-legged and meditated on the simple wooden bed, moving the Great Zhoutian and transforming Qi and blood into Yuan Qi.

With this daily homework, no matter how busy you are every day, you will never miss work.

Because the time limit is set here, missing one day is equivalent to missing one day, and it is difficult to make up for it.

The Great Zhoutian is different from the Small Zhoutian. The trajectories and the time required are much longer. In terms of spirit, you need to be more concentrated and focused to achieve results.

With rhythmic breathing, he slowly began to fall into trance.

In such a state of selflessness, one does not care about the passage of time:

"noob!"

Suddenly there was a friendly call.

Chen Liubai looked up and saw a tall figure with white beard and hair, looking as if he were a fairy.

"Senior citizens?"

Chen Liubai was overjoyed to see him appear.

The elder showed a kind smile: "You have been down the mountain for two years, but have you found your own opportunity?"

"I have made a breakthrough, completed the Great Zhoutian, and will become a god."

"Oh, that's good. I saw you right." Chen Liubai asked, "Elder, when can I go back to the mountain?"

The elder smiled and said: "Let me see your opportunity. If you meet the requirements, you can come back."

But Chen Liubai didn't move.

"Take it out!"

The elder's voice was loud, filling the whole space, echoing, affecting the body and mind.

Chen Liubai still didn't move. In an instant, he seemed to have turned into a sculpture, unmoved.

"How dare you disobey the teacher's orders?"

The elder's majestic face was approaching, carrying a strong sense of oppression that would make people breathless.

Looking at the face so close to him, Chen Liubai became more determined, pursed his lips tightly and looked calmly.

"Jie Jie!"

The elder suddenly laughed strangely: "You kid, you have indeed figured it out. Yes, the so-called chance and the so-called promise to return to the mountain are all false scams. If you get an opportunity, you must submit it after you return to the mountain. Donate to the teacher’s sect…”

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly became unfamiliar: "We are waiting for you to come back..."

The voice gradually became ethereal, like dissipating clouds and smoke, including the elder's figure and face, all disappeared.

In the darkness, Chen Liubai opened his eyes, and then his body began to tremble slightly.

What happened just now was the arrival of inner demons.

What is "inner demon"?

This is a specific term within the scope of spiritual practice and is not a random name.

Ordinary warriors, even innate masters, if something goes wrong while practicing martial arts, they may go crazy.

But that "demon" is not the same thing as the "inner demon".

In the past, Chen Liubai often warned in his heart that he should restrain his random thoughts to avoid falling into fantasy and delusion.

However, fantasy and delusion only belong to the realm of illusion and do not form real "inner demons".

The delusional state is like a mirror, it is smooth, but the inner demon is the person who appears in the mirror.

For example, the elder of the division appears now.

It was by no means created out of nothing, but was formed by the suspicion and suspicion in Chen Liubai's heart.

Going down the mountain is a scam;

The promise of returning to the mountain is a trap...

Of course he didn't believe it.

But there are some things, even if a small thought grows, it is like a sown seed. If you are not careful, it will take root and sprout, and grow hidden in the darkness. Inadvertently, it will become a climate.

This is the real horror of inner demons.

The relevant suspicions did not happen overnight, but had been foreshadowed for a long time. However, Chen Liubai had not yet broken through to the Great Zhoutian, so his thoughts were kept quite simple and pure, and it was easy to eliminate distracting thoughts.

But as the Great Zhoutian circulates more, the energy in the body becomes more intense, and the thoughts of the law become richer and more complex.

This is the basis for condensing and shaping the Yinshen, but it is also a breeding ground for inner demons.

The two are complementary and dependent on each other, and can be said to "love and kill each other."

So tonight, in this Western Mountain, the inner demon quietly descended.

Not without warning.

Regarding this matter, Chen Liubai was actually prepared and prepared.

But how?

Still unstoppable.

"We are waiting for you to come back..."

The joking laughter of the "elder of the master's sect" seemed to be echoing in his ears.

Chen Liubai stood up suddenly, opened the door and went out.

The courtyard was filled with mist and was dark and uncertain, just like his state of mind at the moment.

Looking up, there was a light on.

He was stunned for a moment, then walked forward and came to the hall, where he saw an ever-burning lamp lit in front of the statue of Zhenjun.

Old Taoist Qianyang was sitting on a worn-out futon, with another piece in front of him, which seemed to be specially reserved for Chen Liubai who walked in.

Sitting in front of the statue, the old Taoist looked solemn.

Although the statue has long lost its spirituality and is only a shell, for him and this Taoist temple, the only remaining form is the final sustenance.

If you can't even protect this, it means there will be nothing left.

The dim light illuminated his old face full of ravines. His eyes were filled with unusual energy, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Have you met your inner demon?"

"seen."

"How does it feel?"

"Not very good."

Chen Liubai doesn’t mince words.

Most people will do everything possible to cover up their inner vulnerabilities for self-esteem, protection, or not to show weakness to others.

But he didn't seem to care.

Old Taoist Qianyang looked at him and sighed: "Actually, you are already very good. When I faced my inner demon, I locked myself in my room for three days and three nights. I didn't dare to go out. I even wanted to dig a hole in the ground to hide. Go in and hide inside forever.”

Chen Liubai smiled: "I have said it before, even if you are afraid, you have to do some things."

"well said."

The old Taoist clapped his hands: "I haven't asked about your origins, but I want to know your name."

"Chen Liubai."

"Good name."

"A name doesn't mean anything."

"Indeed, but I know that you and I are of the same mind."

Chen Liubai smiled and said, "What if I lied to you?"

The old Taoist Qianyang looked solemn: "For these years, I have been guarding the Taoist temple, waiting for something. But in fact, I am confused. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, so what can I expect? Whether it is true or false, I accept it."

Chen Liubai knew that he was waiting here, and there must be some intention behind his sudden words, so he didn't bother him.

After finishing speaking, the old Taoist suddenly took out a small knife, then rolled up his left sleeve to his shoulder.

His arms were thin and wrinkled, with scars on them like old pine bark.

Holding the knife, he stabbed his upper arm suddenly, causing blood to flow profusely.

Although he is old, because of his innate foundation, the energy and blood in his body are still far higher than ordinary people.

Seeing this, Chen Liubai frowned, but did not stop him.

The blade of the knife dug into the muscle, and when it was pulled out, there was something on the blade.

This object is stained with some flesh and blood, and looks like it has a tragic blur.

But Chen Liubai saw it clearly immediately. It was clearly a piece of jade, not big, long, like a finger.

Fragments of the Heavenly Book!

With the inheritance of Zhuxian Temple, it is not surprising to get a fragment of the scroll. What is surprising is that the old Taoist Qianyang actually embedded the scroll into the muscles of his arm.

And it seems that it has been buried for some years.

However, given the current situation of Taoist temples, this method of hiding should be the most secretive.

The jade fragments are not hard, and are combined with the growth of muscles. Unless they are chopped into pieces, they are difficult to find.

After digging it out, the old Taoist shook his hand and shook the fragments of the Book of Heaven on the ground. Then he took out a pack of medicine he had prepared earlier and applied it directly to his arm to bandage it to stop the bleeding.

He said: "Zhuxian Temple has been established for hundreds of years and has a long history. It has martial arts techniques and Taoist secrets, but I think those things are meaningless to you."

He was right. The "Pure Yang Sword Technique" and the Five Elements Escape Techniques that Chen Liubai learned were already above the ordinary, and there was no need to learn ordinary secret techniques.

The old Taoist continued: "Only this thing is called the 'Fragment of the Heavenly Book'. It has a mysterious origin and contains mystery. It may be what you need."

Chen Liubai sat still: "Do you know it is a fragment of the Book of Heaven?"

The old Taoist replied: "I have read the relevant records in the classics. There are some descriptions in them, but they are not detailed. Over the years, successive temple owners have studied it in detail, but unfortunately the details were not clear until it was passed to me."

They have not cultivated Dharma thoughts, so naturally they cannot get in.

With the acquisition of multiple fragments, Chen Liubai gained a better understanding of its characteristics.

The main point is that the size of the fragments is the most critical. The larger the shape, the more Taoist laws it contains. If it is small, it will be difficult to say, it will be incomplete and even useless.

It's like the piece in His Holiness's hand.

Later, Chen Liubai merged them into one, and finally realized some of the laws of yin and yang.

But it is still fur, mainly used as a auxiliary function to cooperate with the use of the Five Elements Escape Technique.

In addition, Chen Liubai also discovered that the compatibility between the fragments of the Heavenly Book and evil spirits was higher than that of human beings. He did not know why.

The previous fragments of the scroll were basically obtained through violent means, but the piece in front of him was actively gifted. Chen Liubai pondered: "This thing is indeed very useful to me."

"As long as it's useful."

The old man picked it up again, wiped off the flesh and blood stained on it with his sleeve, wiped it clean, and then handed it over: "Now, it is yours."

Chen Liubai didn't show any pretense, he reached out to take it and put it into the Hutian bag: "I owe you a favor."

The old Taoist grinned and said: "You helped me wash my body, treated me to a good meal of meat, and made me behave like a human again. All the favors have been repaid. Besides..."

Having said this, he pointed to the top of his head: "We are of the same mind, so if we can contribute a little, why should we be stingy?"

"What are your plans?"

"What are your plans? Just stay in the Taoist temple and wait for death."

The old Taoist said nonchalantly.

Chen Liubai said: "If I chop down that golden body, your disease should be cured."

The old Taoist's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll wait."

Of course Chen Liubai would not go now, but would return to the guest house first.

He did not light a lamp, and the darkness did not pose any obstacle to him. He took out the newly acquired long scroll and the tortoise shell from the Hutian bag.

Skilled in operation, using Dharma thoughts, it was covered in an instant.

The next moment, the Taoist laws contained in the fragment appeared, like mysterious lines hanging between heaven and earth.

This is……

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