I Am Immortal

Chapter 121: It's my brother

Chapter 121 is my junior brother

The Daoist Qibao Bagua Furnace is suspended in the void, and the [Liuding Divine Fire], which is several times stronger than the [Samadhi True Fire], is burning blazingly below it. The terrifying high temperature is enough to kill immortals, but now it is just trapped in the Under the gossip stove, a Qingjun Taoist in a blue Taoist robe with water cloud patterns sat on a futon, dozing lazily.

There is one of the two children.

is holding a fan made of plantains to fan the wind.

The other is guarding at the lobby of Xuandu Temple in Zifu.

are very busy.

This Qingjun Taoist lazily seemed to be dozing off soundly, and said in a low voice: "The nature of the five elements is formed in the sky, and there are also human beings who are poor.

"My tripod is full of water and fire."

"Ha, what a great pot of Dan!"

"It's good this time, but it's good this time... It took me half a month more time, and finally the pill came out."

Master Xuandu stood up with a smile and sensed that in the pill furnace, the five energies had already converged, and the power of the medicine in it had already surged, so we knew that this furnace of medicine was about to be refined, so he wanted to order the boy to collect the medicine. At this moment, a voice suddenly came, and Tong'er, who was still in the front hall of the Xuandu Temple in the Zifu at this moment, had already heard a voice before he came:

"Archmage, Archmage, what a disaster, what a disaster!"

Great Master Xuandu swept across the dust, and said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

"But so panicked."

"Heh... Disaster, since I am the only one who can cause trouble to others, who can cause trouble to me?"

The handsome little Taoist boy in blue gasped heavily, his face flushed red, he saluted first, then turned around and pointed to the main hall and said, "But on the jade wall above the main hall, the name has changed again, It's the same as last time, I don't know if there is a change..." Before the words finished, there was no Qingjun Taoist figure in front of him, only two Taoist boys were left gaping, looking at each other.

So hurriedly followed the past.

Before the jade bi, that Taoist did not know how to appear.

With a sweep of the whisk, several warriors retreated. He strode forward, staring at the jade bi with a pair of phoenix eyes. He saw the word [Xuanwei] faintly glowing, and the aura emanating from it was sharp and pure. He couldn't stop clapping his hands and exclaimed: "Okay, okay, as expected of someone valued by the teacher, the name of this jade bi is only a few years old, and he has already broken through..."

"It seems that it is just around the corner for him to come to Xuandu Temple and meet me."

"Huh? But this breath, what a pity, what a pity."

"Is it just an innate level?"

Master Xuandu was surprised, and then saw the word Xuanwei, exuding a thick and rich aura, so he stretched out his fingers, brushed the name on the jade, slightly raised his eyebrows, and said: "Interesting, it's entered the [Eight Difficulties], and it seems that it's not just the ordinary [Eight Difficulties]. How can this kid's Eight Difficulties have such a strong [Calamity] Qi?"

Both Taoist boys came.

Hearing the words, they couldn't help but looked at each other in blank dismay, both of them were surprised.

First of all, the eight difficulties often have to be encountered by real people.

After passing it, you can hope to become an earth immortal or a higher level.

Du can't accumulate Taoism at most, receive the emperor's amulet, and become a personal immortal.

This Uncle Xuanwei seems to be born with a qi, so he is not as good as them.

Why did you encounter eight difficulties?

Secondly, there are eight difficulties for a cultivator, how could he have [kalpa] energy?

Not everyone can use the word robbery.

Feeling puzzled for a while, the boy on the left stepped forward to salute and inquired, his tone was slightly worried, and said: "Master Xuanwei, you said that Uncle Xuanwei encountered eight difficulties, but eight difficulties are not there. ] method? For Master Xuanwei, it shouldn’t be a big problem, right?”

Master Xuandu seemed to be in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Little boy, I don't know anything."

"The eight difficulties are things that practitioners must experience. There are two ways to save them; one is to have a true inheritance, one's own spirit is clear and sharp, and one can predict the emergence of one's own eight difficulties in advance and avoid them in advance. This is [ The method of avoiding calamity and calamity], such as clairvoyance and wind ear, is an old hand in this way."

"Of course, if you have a premonition of disaster, whether you can avoid it or not is another matter. It depends on your own means."

"There is another kind, that is, the spirit is muddy, and you are in a catastrophe without knowing it. It's just like falling leaves into the flowing water, and it just flows back and forth with the water. If you are lucky, you may repent after experiencing it and turn back. Unlucky , you will fall into catastrophe, so your spirit is ignorant, so although your life is safe, you will have no chance of the Dao."

"Eight disasters in Taoism are not three disasters."

"It is only detrimental to the Dao, but it will not fall because of it."

Daotong asked curiously: "Then Master Xuanwei is the second type?"

Master Xuandu said: "No."

Taoist Qingjun calculated slightly with his fingers, and then seemed to be a little surprised, with a lot of appreciation in his tone:

"After he had clearly perceived the eight difficulties, he did not evade or retreat, and took the initiative to respond to the disaster."

"Enlightened."

"This is my junior."

"Miaozai, Miaozai, hahahaha, with such a foundation, a dream of yellow beams can be used to form the primordial spirit, the rotation of the sun and the moon can be used to form the primordial qi, and a bucket of rhubarb buds can be used to make up the primordial essence, but it can be formed by Wuji. The miraculous method enters into the innate qi, which is non-action; but also takes the initiative to enter the calamity and moves, it is action, and what is between action and non-action is the way."

"Hahaha, it's my junior!"

The two Taoist boys couldn't help being surprised.

The Grand Master of the Supreme Patriarch also accepted disciples before, but the attitude of the Great Master Xuandu was quite indifferent. Even the previous time, he went to the Third Master of the Shangqing to chat and drink tea, and it seemed that it was just for the sake of the Supreme Master. Face, but never had such an act of appreciation for anyone, never said such words as "it is also my junior brother".

It's just that the handsome Taoist applauded for a moment, but suddenly said: "It's broken."

"Take the initiative to respond to the robbery and enter, and want to break out of the robbery. Although it is not the original intention, it also responds to the meaning of [The Way of Tribulation and Destruction] by the uncle of the Shangqing, etc..."

"Junior brother, why does he also practice swordsmanship?"

After saying these words, Master Xuandu's expression changed a little.

The fly whisk swept the dust away, and said: "Tong'er, take my Taishang Wuji's majestic instrument and turn over the mountain seal!"

The Tong'er was dumbfounded: "Master, the pill furnace wants to..."

Master Xuandu said: "Go and get it quickly."

"Ru, go and get my gold bound fairy rope."

"Archmage, Pill Furnace..."

"Brick of the Devil!"

"Bin that Qingniu's vajra bracelet was also brought to me."

Master Xuandu picked up the thing in his hand, sneered a few times, and said: "I want to keep a handy thing by my hand this time. If the third master of the upper Qing Dynasty wants to move again, he will move the three mountains in an instant, and they will all come together." Block the gate of his house, let's see what he does, the three of them are just teaching disciples, I have experienced from all realms, and I have also led the heavenly army, killed demons, fight, who is afraid of whom."

Not long after, several magic weapons were in hand, but another boy came running up crying: "Great Master, Great Master."

"What a disaster, what a disaster!"

"That stove of pills exploded again."

Master Xuandu opened his mouth.

I just feel that the word Xuanwei is really eye-catching, and it is indeed—

"What a disaster..."

The archmage is heartbroken:

"Brother's pill!"

……………

On the second day after Qi Wuhuo left the village, another extremely luxuriously decorated carriage arrived. The tall horses were all about the same height, and their black fur was like satin. The famous riders followed. Although these riders were only wearing ordinary fine clothes, their backs were straight, their eyes were like lightning, as if they were wearing heavy armor, and they were extremely intimidating.

Everyone in the village was frightened.

Although it was because of this movement that everyone came out to watch, but they all showed fear and dared not go forward.

These people came to find the old man with the broken leg.

How strange.

No one cared about him before he was alive, but after his death there was an endless stream of people looking for him. The horse pulling the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, and then walked out a young man in black with a pale complexion and facial features like a woman. Well, I often cough, and being supported by others, I came to the place where the old man was buried, and seemed to distinguish the location, then lowered my eyes and said lightly:

"Dig it."

"yes!"

The old chief was stunned, pushed the people away and stepped forward, angrily said: "What are you doing?!"

"Dig the grave?!"

"Who are you?! Is there still any king's law, is there any justice?!"

"roll!"

"Don't **** me again..."

With a wave of the young man's hand, a rider pulled out his whip and swept it heavily. The screeching sound of the tip of the whip made one's scalp tingle, and then it slammed heavily on the ground in front of the old chief. There was a crack, and the old man was overturned to the ground with vigor, and his back hit the ground firmly.

Old Li Chang only felt his brain go blank for a moment, and then a soreness filled his body, as if his bones had been shattered.

I couldn't move my body, the bones were cracked, and I felt like I was going to be inserted into the flesh when I moved.

The young man said indifferently: "Do you dare to call yourself king?"

"Open the coffin."

The people in the village surrounded the old chief, but they dared not speak out about what the young man was about to do.

These riders like tigers and wolves worked together, and quickly dug up the grave of the old man with the broken leg, and opened the coffin. After opening, the young man in Chinese clothes, with a fair face that did not look like a man, took a few steps forward. Looking down at the appearance of the old man, the young man lowered his eyes slightly and sighed, "He is really dead."

"I've lived for seven more years, shouldn't I have any regrets?"

Pick up the badge of loyalty and bravery again.

Looking through the content of the suicide note left by him, but it was just a simple order, without revealing anything.

He also has secrets in the city, and knows the old man's life in the village for the past seven years.

Obviously, when he was in the army, he was the kind of person with a very good personality and many friends. He almost never lost his temper. However, when he came to this village later, it seemed that because of a broken leg, his temper became irritable, and he often cursed at others. In this village, no one gets along well with him.

Nobody wants to see him.

The suicide note also looks like this, and that thing was never mentioned back then.

The young man twirled his fingers, his mind calm.

"Deliberately pretending to be irritable, and not making friends with the people in this village."

"Is it to protect the village after his death?"

"After all, if someone makes friends with you, then our family will have to worry about what you say."

"At that time, Jun's kindness was mighty, and our family had no choice but to silence it."

He sighed and said:

"The people who survived the battle of life and death are not just brainless stinky people."

To tell the truth, one of the 600,000 Xuanjia troops rebelled, which eventually led to the civil strife of the Xuanjia army guarding that part of the city.

If the commander of the Xuanjia Army hadn't risked his life to protect his own soldiers, these remnant soldiers would not have survived at all. The saint had just ascended the throne in those days in order to maintain stability. In addition, even though [that event] was completed back then, it has already caused dissatisfaction among the many families headed by the five surnames and seven sects.

had no choice but to be checked and balanced by it, and these remnant soldiers were never killed, and they were disarmed and returned to the fields.

Now that this person is dead, it is a bit of a heartbreak.

"I'll save time by waiting."

"There is no need to 'send' you."

The young man looked around and asked, "Doesn't he still have a sword?"

"Probably bought wine and drank it."

"I see."

"It's really dead."

The young man whispered, his voice was slightly shrill and soft, different from the man, and then coughed a few times, covering his mouth with a silk veil.

Waved his hand casually, and said lightly: "[Die your life for the country, be loyal to the king]."

"It's too thin to be buried on the mountain."

"Pick another place."

"It was a deep burial."

The rest all agreed.

He walked past the old chief, just nodded, and said indifferently: "The old man was also a lieutenant in the army, so we have to take a look."

Reached into his bosom, took out, and hung in the air.

Open your hands.

Several silver melon seeds fell from the sky, scattered in threes and fives, and landed in the dust in front of the old man.

wrote lightly:

"Our family was offended just now."

"This money is your reward."