I Am Immortal

Chapter 557 Preach without confusion, let a hundred schools of thought contend!

This year, Qiu, who was already thirty-four years old, came here again to visit the Master.

It took him seventeen years to travel through various countries, complete his own attempts and the Great Way, and finally gain some understanding. Then he came back again and came here again to question the old man and ask about his Great Way. In this era, he gained Everyone has their own requirements for making disciples, but Qiu, who is now in his prime, accepts disciples with different births and personalities.

 Some are children of nobles, some are from aristocratic families, some are from poor families, and some are talented businessmen.

There are also some thugs who deliberately scare people and have some force.

  Qiu Ji accepted him as a disciple, and taught him the skills and the charm of the Tao according to his talents.

 This time they were discussing Taoism in the treasury room.

They are Qi Wuhuo, who is fifty-one years old, and Qiu, who is thirty-four years old.

Even Ming Xin didn't come in, but when the master with white temples stepped in, his eyes looked at [Zhuang Zhou] who was lazily holding the back of his head with his hands and basking in the sun, and then he waved at him. He waved and said: "Come."

Zhou, who was fishing, was stunned. He subconsciously looked around, then stretched out his finger and pointed at himself.

Until the master over there nodded, he sighed helplessly and walked over with a bulging bag.

why me?

 Isn’t it okay to just find anyone? !

Zhuang Zhou cursed in his heart, feeling very unhappy that he was caught out by his great uncle.

 Those who discuss the Tao are Master and Qiu.

 The recorder was Zhuang Zhou, who was still very casual and young at this time.

The door was closed, and this Tao discussion lasted for a full month. Except for these three people, no one knew the specific content of this Tao discussion, or what magnificent Tao rhyme they talked about. , and I don’t know their final victory or defeat.

Just a month later, when the door opened, Qiu, who had traveled all over the world and became famous, looked calm and walked firmly with extraordinary vigor.

Zhuang Zhou had a look of exhaustion on his face, and the feeling of a large amount of knowledge flowing smoothly from the brain of this young man who only liked to mess around and fish was actually not a good feeling.

 He can be recognized by the clear mind, which is naturally due to his talent.

 Character is casual and carefree.

This young man with a carefree and free-spirited personality seemed not to like Qiu, who was determined to move forward. He refuted his words in writing more than once. However, he also had a high evaluation of this person. I believe that this Qiu is the kind of person who has clearly seen the highest way, but still chooses to take a step back in order to save the common people.

Qiu Qiu never responded to Zhuang Zhou.

 His disciples asked their teacher about the result of his discussion.

Qiu said the phrase that was praised by later generations: "Is it like a dragon?" 】

 Birds, I know they can fly; fishes, I know they can swim; beasts, I know they can walk. The one who walks can be a fool, the one who wanders can be the Lun, and the one who flies can be the arrow. As for the dragon, I cannot know how it rides on the wind and clouds and ascends to the sky. When I see you today, you look like a dragon!

Qiu turned around and looked at the Taoist with pale temples, cupped his hands and said:

“Master, what do you think of Qiu’s path?”

The Taoist looked into the distance, the destiny of humanity was rising, and the words on the nine tablets appeared, and he replied:

"There is no distinction between teachings, opening the door to convenience, and teaching the way of practice to the world."

 “It is the greatest good.”

Qiu understood the meaning of this sentence and said, "How to improve?"

The Taoist smiled, pointed to the nine stone tablets over there, and said, "You are here now. The practitioners under the nine tablets have been waiting for a long time. Why don't you go and discuss Taoism with them?"

Qiu Ming understood what the master in front of him meant and readily agreed.

Under the nine stone monuments, from beginning to end, for almost thirty years, they were talking to each other and exchanging their own insights. Although they have accumulated a very rich accumulation, they are like the [Yu Qing Tree] of flowers in a greenhouse. , as well as the practitioners under Jimen, this time we ushered in an enemy like a biting storm.

Zhuang Zhou smacked his lips.

 He finally understood—stones from other mountains can attack jade.

 It means that external force is needed to break this balance.

 It's just that this external force is too fierce, too domineering and powerful.

People's thinking and potential often exceed their expectations. In many cases, it is impossible to know how strong one can be without pushing oneself to the limit.

Now, at the age of thirty-four, Qiu is traveling around the world for the first time and is showing off his sharp edge.

 It’s this terrifying oppression!

Qiu, who had been ravaged once, came to the nine monuments openly, and then began to ravage the others.

 As for those who discuss the Tao, what a disastrous defeat they experienced in front of this practitioner.

That is a level that even the lax Zhuang Zhou finds it a little unbearable to mention.

Another month later, Qiu left Jiube and said goodbye to his master. He looked at his graying temples and couldn't help but said, "Master, you have begun to grow old."

"Qiu will walk in the world for the second time. When I was seventeen years old, I saw the standards and constraints of Tao; this time, I saw benevolence and justice and the common people. The next time, Qiu will measure with his feet. After I enter the human world, can I still come here to see you?"

The Master spoke gently, and the words he spoke were the same as when he parted seventeen years ago.

At that time, the Master was still a young man, rich and handsome.

Now that he is a little older, he said: "Seventeen years later, I will come back here again."

Qiu looked deeply at the Master in front of him, bowed deeply and said, "Yes!"

He turned around, led his disciples, and continued to practice his inner way. He taught all the way, imparting the charm of the great way. He called the period and era when he was thirty years old, when he showed his sharpness, " It is [standing].

 At thirty, one does not mean to establish wealth and family background, but to establish one's own path and direction.

 Know how you perceive the world.

And when he kept traveling around the world and finally caught a glimpse of the great road of nature, he was already forty years old.

He saw crows and magpies hatching in their nests, fish gave birth to themselves with the help of foam in the water, and bees came into being. He touched his palms and laughed, knowing that he was in harmony with the nature of the great road. He stretched his body among the nature of heaven and earth, and he laughed. Get up and call your state at the age of forty [no confusion].

 Later, because he avoided that master, he became even more—

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 “Ah, just left like this.”

Zhuang Zhou held the back of his head with both hands, stared at the man named [Qiu] who had gone away, and clicked his tongue. His character was carefree and carefree, and he really didn't like this guy who had rules for every word and deed. But He didn't know why, but he had a vague feeling that he probably wouldn't be able to **** this guy.

Qiu could understand Zhuang Zhou's path, but he would take a step back for other reasons.

 Do you want to take a step back?

Zhuang Zhou was thinking.

 Then he decisively gave up—

Never!

Under the warm sunshine, I lay on the bluestone shaded by trees, closed my eyes, and felt the wind blowing. I slept for two hours. Then I woke up amidst people's chatter and laughter, watched the sun slowly setting, and fainted. The dyed clouds are all over the sky. This is the path I want to take.

At this time, Zhuang Zhou saw the master with white temples turning around and walking towards the nine stone tablets. Zhuang Zhou, who had always been casual, seemed to have noticed something. He was no longer as casual as before, but organized He took care of his appearance, and then his expression became as solemn as Qiu, whom he didn't like, and he followed the Master step by step.

The Master walked to the Nine Monuments and looked at the group of guys whose Taoist hearts were broken by the Holy Saint in his most powerful period. Qi Wuhuo did not comfort these people who were greatly shocked. Instead, he sat cross-legged and spoke, Start preaching again.

 Your body must be constantly exercised and break its current limits again and again before it can grow.

The same is true for spirit.

There are people who have experienced the tremendous pressure brought by Qiu, but are still able to persist in their thinking and practice. In such a state, when they hear the sermons again, they will not be reconciled and constantly recall and think about Qiu's way. On the basis of this, we gradually find our own direction.

These heroes in the world gradually picked up their shattered Taoist hearts and gradually integrated their own ideas. Then I was pleasantly surprised to find—

  Confucius began and told the updated content!

Zhuang Zhou lazily watched these people getting excited. He didn't care much about it. At first he stood very solemnly, but then he felt that standing was better than sitting, so he sat cross-legged behind the master, and then he felt that... It was better to lie down than to sit, so I simply lay down on the back, watching the clouds rising in the sky, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

 In the dream, he seemed to have turned into a butterfly, and the butterfly was dancing in the sun.

 How carefree and carefree, how casual and beautiful.

 But finally he woke up.

 Very regretful.

"It would be great if I really were a butterfly. I wouldn't have to listen to these guys' discussions, which ruined my ears. It would be great if I really was a butterfly. I wouldn't have to get up early every day to do my homework, and I wouldn't have to recite every day. To learn Taoist scriptures, you also have to practice swordsmanship under the guidance of your great uncle."

“Well, tell me, could it be that I am actually a butterfly?”

Zhuang Zhou thought carefully.

“I am doing morning lessons now. The hard days of practicing swordsmanship are just a dream I had when I stayed on the petals?”

 “This is really a nightmare!”

Young man Zhuang Zhou began to escape from reality and became a mess.

As expected, there was a dust blow on the back of the head, and the once naturally calm Xi Zhenmingxin had to face the terrible reality that he had chosen the most difficult disciple to handle. The young Taoist looked lazily from a distance and saw that his luck was skyrocketing.

 In a distant place, a large amount of content began to appear on the nine stone tablets.

 The originally warm discussion scene had to be forced to respond to the enemy because of the person who deserved to be a sharp sword during the sixty-year heyday of the Spring and Autumn Period. Under such huge and unparalleled pressure, people began to constantly explore their own limits.

 The theory of good nature and the theory of evil nature.

Yao and Shun could not rectify a country by interpreting magic and letting one's heart govern it.

Yin and Yang rotate, dismantle the great road, the five elements remain the same, heaven and man are unified!

After more than thirty years of accumulation of discussing Taoism under the tree of Yuqing, and under the huge oppression, new schools of thought naturally burst out with fire, and countless people under these nine monuments are the best With the accumulation of knowledge, schools of thought are multiplying and changing.

Qi Wuhuo said: "As you said, Fu Xi, people will naturally find their own way."

 He retorted with Fuxi's sarcasm.

The green-shirted scribe snorted coldly, stood with his hands behind his hands, and looked at the nine monuments in front of him, where his luck was soaring, and the tree of Yuqing was multiplying, and every new school of thought made this huge tree spread a new branch. , and this school of thought will develop new branches, which are branches. Everyone who practices this way is like a leaf on this tree.

The tree that protects the Qing Dynasty is extremely lush and majestic, and it can almost protect the common people!

 The fortune is strong and the clear air is flowing.

The green-shirted scribe's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and he said: "The world is unified, and all the disciples are born."

“Qi Wuhuo, you and I can be born again.”

“With your current background, you are much more ambitious than when you took action to intercept the Antarctic Changsheng!”

He raised his head and looked at the sky. There was a hint of cruelty in his vertical pupils. It was obvious that Emperor Xihuang was prepared -

　　When I said that I would shrink from the ground for three hundred years, but I was only half a mile away, I slapped you in the face and chased you down from the thirty-sixth level of the sky. This thing is also a surprise weapon!

 This is etiquette!

 Fuxi is already a little eager to give it a try.

After confirming that Emperor Wa was in the human world, he was equivalent to being surrounded by a defense-level thug. Fuxi had been liberated to a certain extent. His character liked to watch the excitement, make things bigger, and drag everyone into the water. His character began to develop gradually.

 It’s boring!

 I want to see chaos in the six realms!

 I want to see rivers of blood!

Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hand. His palm was still slender and strong. A wisp of Yuqing's breath entwined in his hand. A gentle smile appeared on the Master's face. He let go of his hand. This wisp of Yuqing's breath wrapped around his hand. After turning around in the body, it naturally drained out.

 Hong Xi's pupils shrank slightly.

  ? ! !

Qi Wuhuo replied: "It's not enough."

The green-shirted scribe suppressed the turmoil in his heart, raised his eyebrows, looked at Qi Wuhu next to him, and said:

"Now, hundreds of schools of thought have taken shape, and that Qiu has indeed gained enough foundation. I didn't make a mistake back then. I felt that although this boy was a bit ugly, he would definitely be able to accomplish something with his stubbornness. !”

“The energy of humanity has soared into the sky, and the tree of imperial control has reached its peak of prosperity and is about to flourish.”

“If you attack at this moment, even Antarctic Immortal will be shocked by you.”

 “Now you say, it’s not enough?”

 Fuxi looked at Qi Wuhuo.

　　In fact, he already had a feeling that it was **** outrageous that this thing had exploded now. The noise was already big enough, and it was big enough to shake the entire six realms of the world.

 Now this boy says—

If it's not enough, you can also build up some momentum and pressure.

 What do you want to do?

　　A punch struck in the belly of Heaven, making the chickens and dogs in the six realms restless?

Although this was a bit outrageous, the man in green shirt felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. After thinking about it, he actually wanted to persuade the boy in front of him.

 Don’t be too bottomless.

  Xihuang feels that you are a bit too extreme.

"what are you waiting for?"

The master guarding the treasure room paused and replied: "Qiu has not come back yet. Seventeen years ago, the golden cicada who walked the world has not come to give me his answer. Li Zhai has not come back yet. Wei Feng has not come back yet." When he reaches his end, this world, our era, is not over yet.”

Qi Wuhuo from Jinzhou looked at the blue-shirted scribe in front of him and said softly:

 “I want to witness the end of our era.”

 “Then go up to the sky.”

“Why, Emperor Xi, you have been waiting for so long, can’t you even wait for the last few years?”

The master in black robe walked past Emperor Xi.

The white hair on the temples was slightly raised, and his tone was calm and calm, but his realm seemed to have collapsed and lowered again!

 “Only half a armor is left.”

 “Why don’t you wait a minute?”

  ………

At this time, the final materials used to cast the Nine Cauldrons and the final instruments of human destiny were sent here, waiting for Qi Wuhuo to personally cast these instruments of human destiny into the final cauldron.

 The instrument of the Nine Cauldrons is the most prosperous part of the human ritual, and it is also the ninth cauldron where the power of this ritual truly explodes.

 It will finally be added!

 (End of this chapter)