Beyond the Divine States

The dense leaves in the forest were covered with broken blades. The middle-aged Taoist covered his own sea of Qi, and his blood was overflowing through his fingers. He looked at the immortal in white with a shudder, and his heart was full of shock and fear.

He never thought that there would be five real people in such a remote place.

When did Yu Jian Tianzong produce such characters?

He Guang... He Guang still knows him?

Next, his question is even more puzzling... Does the Hehuan sect lack a good leader? What is he going to do? Although Hehuan sect also claims to be a famous family, they know that there is a big gap between them. After all, the whole clan is no more than two purple court monks, who are all less than the fifth floor.

Why do immortals ask such questions?

He Guang also looked at him, and he recognized him. He was the disciple who chatted with him when Sifeng Dabi was at the beginning. He taught a large part of his sword skills. He... Five immortals? How is that possible?

He had already guessed that the disciple who chatted with him was extraordinary, but he didn't expect that he was so extraordinary and refined.

But I can't think of his name by any means.

Ning long looked at him, still waiting for an answer.

He Guang finally understood. He raised his bloody hand, which was still tied with a sword, and said: "the current patriarch of Hehuan sect has no justice. I hope the immortal can do justice for our sect."

Ning Changjiu nodded gently, looked at the people behind him and asked:

"And you?"

Those Daopao disciples who came to hunt down one after another bowed their hands. Chi Qin also recovered in shock and crawled to her knees. She took the lead in saying: "the patriarch did the opposite. The adopted daughter's disciple is the cauldron. According to the whole clan's Qi, I sincerely ask the immortal to do justice for our clan!"

Chi Qin's words were sonorous, and the rest of the disciples didn't like the patriarch. Now, under the pressure of fear and shock, they all trembled and said: "I sincerely ask the immortal to do justice for our patriarch!"

Ning long nodded, words insipid, "since it's a petition, then I'll go."

……

In the main hall of Hehuan sect, the patriarch is still sitting with pride, and there are several female disciples kneeling in the hall. The female disciples know that the patriarch is very angry now, and they are afraid and dare not speak.

The patriarch has lived for nearly a hundred years. His face is not old, but he always has a kind of morbid feeling. He is wearing a broad robe, sitting with his elbow supported, and his face is serious. The two maids around him serve him carefully.

In the quiet hall, suddenly a young man in his twenties came in. The young man, with his hands akimbo, looked impatient. As soon as he came in, he yelled: "why is there no news yet! Martial uncle is a great monk in the purple court. How can it take so long to catch a disciple? "

The patriarch's words implied dignity, "be calm, he Guang can't run away."

"Of course I know he can't escape! Hum, Chi Qin is my Taoist partner. If my Taoist temple is defeated, my Taoist partner has been abducted and lost! I can't set my heart at rest for a moment The young man was furious and said, "Dad, why don't you let me chase him with my sword? I'll cut him with my hand!"

The patriarch didn't say coldly, "well, don't make trouble. I've ordered him to capture him alive. I'll leave it to you at that time."

The young man calmed down a little, and he just said it. After all, if he really went, he would be in danger if he forced himself to change his life.

The female disciples kneeling on the ground exchanged looks. They all knew that the little patriarch didn't obey the rules. Then his patriarch's father not only shielded him, but also killed the real leader... But they only dared to express their dissatisfaction with their eyes and didn't say a word.

But even the weak mutual vision was seen by the arrogant and domineering little patriarch. He pointed to the nun kneeling on the ground and sneered, "what's your opinion?"

"I dare not." The nun immediately kowtowed.

The little patriarch said complacently: "hum, although you are monks, since you have joined the Hehuan sect, don't think you are a famous fairy. You will be our young master's slaves and cauldrons in the future."

The nuns bowed their heads and gritted their teeth, but the patriarch's authority was so strong that they didn't have the courage to make a sword.

When the little patriarch was happy, there was a restless sound outside. The joy on his face suddenly turned into ecstasy. He knew that his martial uncle must have returned triumphantly.

The patriarch's perception is further, but his face is slightly changed.

"I'm going to welcome my martial uncle back! Today, my young master is going to kill he guangliwei! Hum, Chi Qin's ungrateful girl actually ran with him. I don't want to teach her a lesson! " The little patriarch walked to the door with high spirits.

However, the leader's shrill voice suddenly rang out: "close the door! Close the door

"What?" The little master was stunned and didn't respond.

The patriarch ignored him, took a breath of aura, clapped it out with his palm, the heavy gate closed, the candle in the hall swayed, and suddenly fell into the darkness.

The little patriarch stepped back in fright. He stroked his chest and said, "Dad... Dad, what are you doing?"

The patriarch's brow was locked. He stared at the outside of the hall and saw a vague figure. The figure was indifferent and ethereal, but it gave him great fear at a glance.

"This... Is there an enemy coming?"

"Or did martial uncle rebel?"

"Ah

The little patriarch was flustered and accidentally tripped over by a nun in the dark. He slapped her in the face angrily and said angrily, "do you want to harm the future patriarch?"

The nun covered her cheek and immediately apologized, "I dare not."

The little patriarch regained a little calm. He immediately thought that there was a large array of guards in the clan, and there were countless organs in the hall of joy. Even if there were enemies, they would never get here!

This idea just started, a very white light without warning to shine on his face.

There was more thunder in my ears - it was the sound of the door being pushed open.

The sound fell in the ears of the patriarch and his son, which was just like a shock to the sky.

The female students were surprised and turned back. The light was too bright. They subconsciously reached out to block the light. When the pupils got used to the brightness, they finally saw the person who was coming. He was a young man with beautiful eyes, white clothes like snow, ink hair and clothes like soft clouds in the sky.

He stood in the light and took away all the light. He came to the temple and illuminated the boundless darkness.

It's a very long time.

The female disciples will always remember this scene.

And the immortal in their eyes, fall in the eyes of this pair of big and small suzerain, is no different from the devil.

The moment Ning Changjiu entered the temple, the patriarch immediately pressed the switch beside the seat.

"Be careful!"

Exclaimed a female disciple.

Ning long looked at the Dark Lord of Yintang and shook his head.

Countless flying swords and magic weapons turned into white lines, and the wind and rain came down on Ning for a long time, covering his lonely figure in an instant.

Ning took a long look at them.

Everything is still.

He went forward.

The lake where the hidden weapon converged was separated on both sides.

The sword whines, the bell trembles, the poison dart flies back, and the iron rope breaks.

The patriarch was shocked. He didn't know whether he should try his best to put out his sword or kneel down to beg for mercy. He had no room to think. The white shadow came to him in an instant.

"You... Who are you?" The LORD was afraid.

"You do the opposite, I follow the hearts of the people, so..." Ning long words pause, slowly way: "you abdicate."

The main shock of Hehuan Zong was puzzled. He knew that the strength of the other side was far above himself, but he didn't say anything against him. He killed himself... It seems that there is still room for negotiation

He was still thinking, a pain in the upper part of his abdomen, he lowered his head and saw a sword inserted into it, penetrating his sea of Qi.

The majestic aura of the purple court filled the hall with the scream of the patriarch.

The cry made the little patriarch completely scared. He didn't want to investigate the identity of the other party. He knelt down on the ground and cried out for mercy.

He Huan Zong Zhu rolled down from the main hall, covered his belly and screamed.

Ning long slowly turned back and looked at the young man kneeling and kowtowing with blood. He didn't say anything, but he had a sword running through the back of the little Lord.

The little patriarch screamed and looked back along the sword.

It was not others who killed herself. It was the nun who had just been slapped by herself. Her eyes were full of hatred, and her hand holding the sword was still shaking.

"You... How dare you treat me..."

Before he finished his words, other nuns on their knees pulled up their swords one after another, jumped on them and stabbed him to death.

Ning long stood in front of the patriarch's seat, but did not sit down. He looked down at everything that happened in the hall. His blood seeped out with the sword light and sword shadow. The hall at the junction of light and dark was very dazzling.

He knows that there are many such sects and masters in the world.

The disciples will be restrained by the master, but what about the master? Where are the rules in the world?

Even if he overthrows the original way of heaven and prevents the dark sun from coming, what new order can he establish to prevent the dark sun from happening all the time in the human world.

Ning long felt a little tired.

The disciples from outside also came in. They watched what happened in the hall and cried out excitedly after a short silence. He Guang and Chi Qin were submerged in the crowd.

They are excited about the death of the tyrant, calling for the arrival of the immortal, shouting long live the Lord.

So Ning, who was standing in front of the table, had to sit up for a long time.

Immortals can't help themselves.

……

After a long time, the hall quieted down, the noon sun had shifted, the ground was quietly swept by the light, and there was no trace of blood, as if nothing had happened.

Ning has long been the leader of Hehuan sect.

This is his joke in the past, but he didn't expect a word to become a prophecy.

The female disciples eagerly wanted to serve the immortal, but they were all rejected by him. Soon, the saying of "a new patriarch who is not close to women" spread among the disciples.

Ning long read the complete Yin and Yang towering ceremony, calm eyes.

The light flow is swimming in the dark. As he moves into his sleeve, the world presents Yin and Yang in his eyes. Yin is not clear, and Yang is not turbid. They are pure and extreme symbols, which are the origin of the flowing world and summarize the heaven and earth.

"I see."

Ning long closed the book.

He has always had doubts about his meeting with he Guang.

This is not a small cause and effect, but he has been wondering what is the crux of the cause and effect.

After reading the grand ceremony of yin and Yang, he finally understood.

It turns out that this is one of the secret books that I wrote at that time. I don't know why it was spread here, but it was twisted by other monks, and it was beaten as a dirty skill.

And his own life is the founder of Hehuan sect.

He is the ancestor of all the joyous families in the world.

It's hard to accept for a while, but after thinking about it, it seems logical.

When should hehuanzong be prosperous?

With a faint smile, he picked up his pen and drew up a new introductory skill for the young disciples.

The handwriting is very good.

After he finished writing, he came to the outside of the hall and walked into the stream of people.

No one can see him.

The Hehuan sect was in chaos, and its disciples were impassioned. Many elders and monks were pulled out to list one evil deed.

Ning long quietly watched what happened.

He shouldn't have been in charge of this, but as the head of a clan, he should be responsible for the clan.

There are good people among those who are tied up, and bad people among those who are filled with righteous indignation. His eyes of Taiyin can clearly distinguish all this.

It's almost dusk after Ning has dealt with everything in detail for a long time.

Just when Ning Changchang wanted to leave for the time being and went to the imperial city of Zhao state, a disciple came quickly. His respectful words were full of confusion: "report to the Lord, when there was chaos before, an elder ran away. The disciples went to chase him, but they didn't catch him. Lord, do you want to..."

Ning long raised his hand.

He shook his head gently.

"Let him go."

The disciple nodded and understood that all this must have been expected by the immortal.

When the sun touches the horizon and the crimson light comes through, you'd better go to the imperial city of Zhao for a long time.

All the way unimpeded, he only after Linhe City, feel the fetters of fate. But there is only one.

When the sun completely sank into the horizon, Ning came to the familiar imperial city for a long time.

Before he left, Xiang'er gave the throne to several ministers headed by song side, and let them form their own groups to elect their leaders.

This was the first year of the reign of the Song Dynasty, and everything in the state of Zhao was in good order.

But even in the most prosperous times, many people starved to death.

Ning Changchang saw the old Taoist again in a dark narrow lane. The old Taoist was sitting on a short chair with a broken flag. He looked at the people coming and going, shouting from time to time, and more often sitting in a daze.

Ning had been hearing and seeing for a long time. Before he entered the alley, he heard the whispers of many people.

"This smelly Taoist can't get rid of him..."

"Who knows, how can there be such a Taoist? There are lots of signings in the signature box. Isn't it disgusting?"

"It is said that he used to be an expert."

"Master? Just like him? Isn't the threshold too low for a high man? "

"Why don't you go and Sue the government?"

These words can also be heard by the old Taoist.

Because on his shoulder, there was a voice boy, who spread his anger and malicious voice to the ears of the old Taoist. The old Taoist sat numbly, his face expressionless, and covered himself with a ragged robe.

The old Taoist was really upset when he heard this, so he recited the disaster relief Scripture. However, instead of scaring the kids away, the scripture made more kids jump up and laugh.

These ghosts are all the dead souls inside and outside Zhao Guocheng in recent years.

Some of them are faceless ghosts, some are gas eaters, and some are evil spirits.

They cling to the old Taoist like fleas, sucking his Qi and blood, as well as the evil thoughts of passers-by.

The old Taoist read the Scriptures and tried several famous scriptures, but they had no effect.

He has been suffering from this for many years.

The sun fell to the bottom of the valley, the light disappeared, but the wrinkles on his face were a little denser.

A few soldiers were led over. What did they say to the old Taoist? The crowd coaxed him and pushed him away.

As a walking corpse, the old Taoist lifted up his stool, carried it on his back, and left with a funny figure. When he left, he still vaguely said such words as "sin" and "reward".

The old Taoist went back to his house.

A few years ago, he was one of the top three famous prime ministers in the imperial city. At the beginning, he was ordered to go to the capital to see a concubine of a prince surnamed Zhao. After he failed, he was plagued with bad luck for no reason.

In three years, he spent all his savings and even sold his old big house. Now he has to rent it in this dilapidated house, numb to death.

The old Taoist is white in beard and hair. He sits by the window, staring at the night of the imperial city. In the darkness behind him, those vulture like ghosts jump up and down, exulting.

He was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he cried out like crazy and grabbed his throat. His veins burst up and his pupils protruded.

He wants to strangle himself alive.

It was also at this time that the knock on the door rang out.

The crisp sound prevented everything from happening in time.

The old Taoist revived and was stunned for a while. He touched his neck and fell into fear again.

It was a long time before he opened the door.

"Who are you..."

The old Taoist looked at the young man in white standing at the door and asked hoarsely. Then, his pupils shrank, "is it you?"

He remembered each other's identity.

Ning long nodded, "I still owe the old man a copper coin. I'll pay it back today."

……

The old man stood awkwardly for a while, gave way to the road, and walked into the house for a long time. The little ghosts scattered in a crowd when they saw the scorching sun. The darkness of the original group of demons suddenly became quiet.

The old Taoist sat down wobbly and repeated, "it's your fault, it's all your fault! If it had not been for you, how could I have fallen into this field! You, why do you come to me now... "

Ning Changjiu looked at him calmly. He took out a copper coin from his arms, handed it to the old man and said, "I'm here to pay back the money."

"Pay back the money?" The old Taoist hesitated for a while.

"Well."

"I don't remember." The old Taoist shook his head.

Ning Changjiu put the money on the table and asked, "why does the old man blame me?"

The old Taoist was skinny and buried in a chair.

He looked at Ning long with empty eyes and said, "I don't remember either."

Ning Changjiu said, "Sir, it doesn't matter. Maybe I can help you."

"Help me?" The old Taoist said with a silly smile, "how can you help me? What can you do for me? "

Ning long seriously said: "to help you live as a person, rather than now no one no ghost."

The old Taoist stared at him for a while and said, "how can you help me?"

Ning Changjiu said, "tell me what you've experienced. I'll help you find the source of your distress and cut it off."

"The source..." the old Taoist whispered, and suddenly showed a look of panic. He stood up from his chair and pointed to Ning Changjiu and said, "I know you are a Taoist, but can you afford it?"

Ning looked at the old Taoist's muddy pupil for a long time. He guessed something vaguely, sighed and said: "what did the empress tell you at the beginning?"

The old Taoist's body was suddenly stiff. He looked out of the window in horror, got up immediately, drew the curtain up, and then shrank in the corner, shivering.

Ning Changjiu calmed him down with the classic of tranquility, and continued to ask, "it doesn't matter if you say that the empress is not in the imperial city or in the sky now."

The old Taoist said coldly, "how dare you say that? Do you think you are immortal? If you're a fairy, why can't you guess the lady's intention? "

I'd rather meditate for a long time.

This is also the problem he is facing now. He has entered the five ways, but he can't guess what the old Taoist thinks. This is very unreasonable. How can an ordinary person avoid the immortal's exploration?

"I really can't guess." Ning Changjiu said sincerely, "please help me out."

He knew that at that time, there were a lot of old Taoists in the Imperial City, many of them died.

"What if I don't?" The old way is humane.

"Then I'll have to leave." I'd rather get up and go.

"Wait!" The old Taoist immediately got flustered. He looked at the copper coin and said, "can you really protect my life?"

Ning long thought about it and said, "I'll try my best. I just hope that the old man will treat me sincerely. "

The old Taoist hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke slowly: "the way to hide ideas is very simple, that is... To put ideas into a box."

……

Ning long looked at the wooden box placed on the table, lost in thought.

This is what the old Taoist turned out from the corner.

"That's it." The old Taoist was tired and motionless.

Ning long opened the box.

It's an ordinary box. Its texture is ordinary and its structure is ordinary. The only special thing is that after the box is opened, what's hidden inside is still a box.

A box is carrying a box.

A few unimportant letters were tucked between each box as a cover. Just like this, one layer after another. This is not so special. Many people in the state of Zhao like to use this kind of box to hide gifts in the middle for fun when they give gifts. But it was such a simple structure that it really hid from his eyes. Ning long felt strange. He took the small box out of the big box, brushed away the useless letters, and started over and over again. When the box became smaller and smaller, Ning Changjiu actually saw the deepest letter and the words with the eyes of the sun. The content of the words he had expected was not surprising. He was more interested in the box. He opened the last box, took out the letter and read it again“ He disobeyed the disaster Scripture, led the misfortune into the city and killed Zhao xianger To the sword emperor Tianzong. Lu Jiajia talked with Yazhu for a long time. Yazhu talked about all the big and small things that happened in Zongzhong in the past three years. It's getting dark. I'd rather not come back for a long time. Lu Jiajia is not happy in his heart, thinking that he won't really go somewhere to fool around... Just at this moment, a white dove comes and stops on Yazhu's shoulder. Yazhu untied the letter on the pigeon's leg and read it again. Her eyebrows suddenly frowned“ What's the matter? " Asked Lu. Yazhu said: "there is an elder of Hehuan sect. He came to complain that there is a devil in the sect. He killed the sect leader and usurped the throne without authorization. He told jiantianzong that he was the right leader in Nanzhou, so he fled here. I hope we can do justice for him."“ Is there such an arrogant devil in Nanzhou? " Lu was surprised. Yazhu thought carefully for a while and said, "I don't know. The name of the master of Hehuan sect is really bad, but at least he is a monk in the purple court. How can he be killed easily?"“ He Huan Zong... "Lu Jia suddenly thought of something and asked," does the letter say what the devil looks like? " Yazhu read the letter and said, "yes, it's said that he is a man in white. He is very young and looks less than 20 years old." Lu Jia was silent“ What's the matter? " Yazhu is vaguely aware of a sense of anger. Lu Jia's face was as usual, and said: "the friar of purple court said to kill. The new master of Hehuan sect is indeed a demon." Yazhu also felt a headache. "We are orthodox leaders. It's reasonable to go and have a look at this matter. We are innocent, but if it's really a ferocious evil spirit..." "I'll go." Lu said“ What? " Yazhu was slightly surprised. In a cool voice, Lu said, "I'll come out and meet the new patriarch myself."