I Am Immortal

Chapter 571: Five Thousand Words of Morality for the First Time!

The purple air stretches and is majestic. It seems to spread out from the farthest place in the sky. Countless qi machines inside and outside the six realms, between heaven and earth, all look at the Taoist involuntarily, as if they are here. In an instant, at this moment, this white-haired old man was the center of this world.

Hyunky and mysterious, the door to all mysteries.

 This kind of feeling has nothing to do with realm or cultivation.

  Naturally.

Swept by the calamity qi previously, the disciples of hundreds of schools and the immortals in the heavens all became part of the vortex of the tribulation qi. The more they fought, the angrier they became, and the killing became more ruthless. In the end, the qi machine pulled the force, and a majestic wave emerged in the tribulation vortex. The move was already uncontrollable. Thousands of immortals and gods, as well as the fate of the world, came to transform into catastrophes, resulting in the final burst of movement from this move, which was majestic, terrifying, and boundless noisy.

 But it was easy to get carried away by this purple air—

 Suppress directly!

There will never be the slightest ripple again.

The various schools of thought were moved, but also fearful - many of the immortals and gods who initially sought to obtain benefits from the human world were all those whose Taoist hearts were not perfect enough. They had power but no realm. They came to this world and were killed by the various disciples. , but after all, these immortals have various identities, connections, and mentorships.

 You kill one person.

 It’s not just killing one person, it’s killing an entire clan.

This is the truth.

As a result, the enemy became larger and larger, and the fighting became more and more fierce. Now the goal seems to have been achieved. If you continue, you will be caught by the calamity, blinded by the murderous intention, and sink deeper and deeper. At this moment, there is a little vigilance mixed in. Under Yi's complicated emotions, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw a familiar figure above the purple energy.

 The faces of all the disciples were filled with surprise.

 Immediately, I relaxed completely, and a slight smile appeared on my face.

 The immortals and gods also recognized the figure, but for a moment, they did not dare to recognize it.

"This is…"

 “Qi Wuhuo?!”

 “Hiss—Zhen Wudang Demon Emperor?!”

After recognizing the true identity of the old Taoist, their expressions changed slightly. For a moment, many thoughts came to their minds. They were all hesitant and confused. They communicated to each other and said: "It's not said that his realm has collapsed. It has already happened." Did you become obsessed and lose all your cultivation?"

This news spread early and secretly to many places in the heaven.

As a result, the immortals and gods gradually lost their awe for the human world and came to this world. But now when they see this old man coming with the purple energy, the legends that seem to have dimmed with the passage of time are once again Come to mind.

Step into the demon world, break through disasters, kill Donghua, and kill millions of demons’ coalition forces.

 Cultivation and seeking the Tao, going through hardships and becoming a martial artist.

Without receiving the talisman's edict, the Buddhas retreated to the west. Each legend was enough to shock the world. Each legend contained an indescribable and lingering aura of chilling murder. Therefore, these immortals The god's expression instantly became reserved, his body stiffened, and he held his weapon, watching the old Taoist with great vigilance.

 The previous calamities seemed to have been temporarily forgotten and left behind, and the world was silent.

 I saw this old man walking on the purple air in the sky, with a calm and natural look on his face.

It seemed that he did not use any magical means. On top of the extremely majestic and vast purple energy that spread out, along with his footsteps, ripples appeared layer by layer. The ripples spread out in all directions and turned into The same dreamy haze.

 The old Taoist walked to the middle between heaven and earth, and stood among all the disciples, hundreds of schools of thought, and the immortals and gods.

The sleeves of the robe are rolled up, and the hair is tied with wooden hairpins, but there are also white hairs hanging down to the waist.

So the various schools of thought restrained their murderous hostility.

They all took a half-step forward and then raised their hands.

 Hand over.

 Looking solemn.

Their sleeves and robes hang down, as if a sea of ​​clouds has fallen from the sky to protect the world.

 Bow down, salute, and with a kind of reverence that is difficult to describe in words, they all said in unison:

 “I’ve seen the Master!”



There are countless preachings under the Nine Monuments. Although all the schools of thought have no real disciples, they all unilaterally adhere to the teacher's etiquette towards the old man. This voice is extremely majestic and calm, vast and powerful, like a manifestation of the cultural context. The old man The Taoist turned around, his sleeves and robes brushed through the void, and stood on the side of the human world, raising his eyes and looking at the immortals.

 Purple energy beside you, the disciples behind you, and the world beneath your feet.

Hence, all the immortals and gods subconsciously moved toward the back—

 Take half a step back!

 The murderous intention disappears immediately.

Even many immortals felt extremely angry in their hearts. They gritted their teeth and suddenly realized that they wanted to slap their thighs and shout -

 No wonder, no wonder!

 It turns out to be related to Zhenwu Dangmo? !

No wonder these guys are so difficult to deal with and can fight so well. If we say they are just pure humans, it goes without saying, but if we say these guys were taught by Zhenwudang Demon, then I’m sorry, all the immortals and gods All I can say in my heart is—

 Except for that Fu Ziqiu.

　　Not enough to fight!

One after another, they looked at the old Taoist priest over there, but they were all very solemn and vigilant. The fighting spirit against the various schools of thought had now mostly dissipated. The Supreme Judicial Lord suddenly felt something, his pupils shrank instantly, and he died. Staring at the old Taoist, he felt a vague feeling, and his face turned ugly for an instant.

Why does the aura of my Dao Fruit suddenly become so ethereal, as if it has disappeared? !

 No, impossible, impossible.

 You only took a piece of Tao Fruit that is as big as mine.

 Why can’t I find it? !

 How is it possible that I am completely controlled by you? !

impossible.

How could you do something that I have not been able to do for eight thousand years in less than one percent of the time? ! If this is the case, then what is the talent and Taoist heart that I am proud of?

The Supreme Lord of Justice clenched his hands tightly and looked extremely ugly.

After all, he is also an existence that has been fighting since the earliest tribulations. He has rich experience, strong eyesight and experience. Even if there are many reasons not to believe it, the answer still emerges in the bottom of his heart.

 The fruit of the path has been transformed.

Think of this answer.

 The eyes of the Supreme Lord of Justice were darkened, and he was about to fall from the nine heavens!

How persistent he was in his own Dao Fruit and realm breakthroughs, how much he hated his Dao Fruit being taken away, and how agitated his murderous intent is now. He looked at Qi Wuhuo with a murderous intent, but he didn't know why. However, his huge spirit, which is in the realm of great masters, seems to be in opposition to his own murderous intention. He has not mobilized his magic weapons, but instead continues to suppress his own murderous intention and hostility.

 “Zhenwu defeated the demons, Qi Wuhuo…”

 Looking at the enemy, his murderous intent grew stronger.

But at this moment, the peak spirit of the great emperor was suppressing his murderous intention as if he was going crazy.

 Let Him not break out in hostility at this moment and go hunt down the Zhenwudang Demon!

 No, cannot, cannot—

 The spirit is screaming!

The Judicial Heavenly Lord raised his right hand, almost re-executing the move he used to fight against the Huoyao Dongyang Emperor.

But his left hand firmly grasped the wrist.

Consciousness has also found a reason. All living creatures, so-called sentient beings, will have a bias and will only want to believe what they want to believe.

 No, now this Zhenwudang Demon stands at the center of the Calamity Tribulation and the Six Realms.

 Don't touch him easily.

 The Supreme Justice suppressed his murderous intention, loosened his palms, and finally suppressed the surging murderous intention.

“Just wait... Taishang Xuanwei, Qi Wuhuo.”

“You have established such a big thing now, no matter what the final outcome is, your ascension to heaven is already destined.”

“When you ascend to the Heavenly Palace, I will naturally have all kinds of ways to deal with you. No matter what, you are only one of the Four Saints of the North Pole Exorcist Academy. How can you be compared with me, the Lord of the Tianshu Academy?”

 “Wait until you ascend to heaven.”

“Within one year, I will drive you to pieces and kill you completely!”

 The judiciary is cold-hearted.

 The Taoist heart cannot be shaken!

 So under this Dao mind—

 The emperor-level spirit seemed finally speechless.

 Complete silence.

The old Taoist didn't seem to be aware of the figure looking at him with murderous intent from the thirty-third heaven. He just turned sideways and avoided the disciples' salutes. He only accepted half of them and said gently: "I What is taught is only the most basic cultivation method, and everyone in the world can do it."

“Your current realm and accomplishments, and your current step, all depend on yourselves, and you should openly acknowledge this matter.”

 The rest of the disciples all saluted and said, "Yes!"

 They are still so serious and solemn.

 It was as if I saw the black-robed master preaching for the first time in front of the Nine Monuments. The minds of the disciples became peaceful and calm. They looked at the enemies in front of them, surrounding the Master, and their fighting spirit gradually rose up little by little. Some of the immortals and gods seemed to have lost their fighting spirit - in Previously, those immortal gods who longed to cut off the fate of the world had already fallen in the fighting just now.

 The rest of them don’t have much murderous intent towards the human world, they just fight against the enemy.

At this moment, the tribulation energy has dissipated, the spiritual platform is clear again, and I no longer want to fight with the people in the world.

 Especially Li Zhai, especially Confucius.

There is also the white-haired man who looks ordinary, like an old man who is about to die.

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They, the immortals and gods, have a long time to travel, and endless mountains and rivers to see, but they do not want to be a name in the merit book of Zhenwu Dangmo Emperor. However, in the eyes of everyone, they may be ashamed and unwilling to accept it. Or maybe it's because all the schools of thought have been recognized and respected by these real immortals and gods.

 But there is another part that is unwilling to retreat like this in front of a respectable but powerful enemy.

 Even if there is a real Wudang Demon standing in front.

 In front of an enemy who can be admired, killed, and talked about, retreating without fighting is more difficult to accept than dying in battle. The eyes of the immortals and gods with such thoughts once again revealed a blazing fire.

So the array changes like running water, and in an instant, everything is clearly differentiated.

 Some of them came forward timidly, while others were calm and armed with weapons.

They glanced at the old master who stood between the human and mortal realms, and they did not address him as Taishang Xuanwei.

He didn’t say anything about the Zhenwu Dang Mo Emperor. He just bowed his hands and said, “Master in the human world.”

They looked over the shoulders of the old Taoist and looked at the disciples in front of them. They looked solemnly and said: "The battle between us and these fellow Taoists is not over yet. Please always get out of the way and let us finish the fight." !”

There are also blazing fires rising in the eyes of all the disciples.

The transformation of magical powers naturally includes pure understanding and understanding of the world. It is also the Dao, the supreme beauty, and the supreme power. Moreover, for those previous immortals and gods who were empty and powerless and without Dao, they were not enough to be Dao; but for now These opponents who follow the path and fight fiercely to the end are also a sign of respect.

They raised their fists again, and the calamity energy that had circulated before rose up again, but was suppressed by the purple energy.

The old Taoist said in a calm and gentle voice:

"The previous fighting was enough. Those who violated our world have all been brought to justice, but now the battle is something else."

The immortal wanted to say something, but the old man smiled and suggested something, saying: "Don't you hear that discussing Tao involves literature and martial arts? The previous battles and fighting were also martial arts, but now it's time to discuss the law through literary combat. Since you are immortals and gods, is it possible that the only thing you deserve praise for is your methods of conquest and killing?"

 Those who have evil intentions and commit crimes in the world are all dead!

 The timid have retreated.

 Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade.

 It is like cutting, studying, and polishing, and only in this way can we truly become a great tool.

The old Taoist pointed at Zi Qi, and asked these immortals and gods with pure Taoist hearts and unwillingness to complete the final trial with the disciples. It seemed that they were casting a sword, and finally the sword was cast and sharpened to an extremely sharp blade. In other words, only with such a powerful force can you have enough confidence to let an extremely powerful opponent sit down and talk with you.

 Taishan was granted Zen status. At this point, this heart has been forged.

 The final choice requires three battles to determine the destiny, and the immortals will naturally come out with the highest level.

 There are three people who talk about Tao in this world, Qiu Zizi is one of them, and Li Zhai is one of them.

While the various schools of thought were quarreling with each other, the old Taoist smiled slightly and lowered his gaze. When the various schools of thought and the immortals and gods saw there, there was a lazy Taoist man, swaying as he walked. , none other than Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou seemed to have noticed something in the change of Qi in an instant, and he woke up from the wine.

He looked at the top of Mount Tai and said, "Ah, I'm really drunk."

"Why did you come here by mistake? I'm sorry, I went in the wrong direction, old man!"

He did not hesitate, turned around and left, but the old Taoist stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He picked it up and threw it to the top of the mountain. As the last candidate to participate in the Tao discussion, there were three Tao discussions in total. Facing a real immortal **** for once, it was finally no longer the same method as before, [prove your strength with your fists, prove your etiquette with your magical powers, and make the gods realize what humility and sincerity are through constant beatings].

Rather, it really talks about the great road.

Three battles, the military leaders showed their sharpness and won without a doubt.

Zhuang Zhou was lazy, and at the moment when he was finally about to win, he threw down the chess pieces and surrendered.

The immortal **** was stunned and lost his mind, but he lost his determination to win and sighed with emotion.

 “I have already jumped out of winning and losing and discussing the truth. I am far inferior to such a detached mind.”

But when he finally faced Confucius Qiu at this age, the immortal **** discovered that no matter what methods he used, what kind of magical powers or mysterious avenues he used, Qiu's response was still unhurried and never slow. It seems to be different from myself.

 This is a state of despair.

 No matter how hard we try, the gap will always be so big.

 Later, Qiu called it "do whatever you want without breaking the rules".

 At this time, it only made the proud Taoist heart of the innate spirit almost collapse on the spot.

 After all, I feel ashamed of myself.

 However, in the three debates, there was one win, one loss and one draw.

 There are immortals and gods, sentient beings, and the yin and yang cycle. Among them, there are evil and greedy ones; there are those who waver from side to side, and there are also those who are kind and strong.

The disciples in the human world beheaded the first batch of immortals and repulsed the second batch of immortals, and then gained the respect and recognition from the hearts of those immortals who truly cultivated and worked hard in the immortal world. The existence of the human race finally Will not be underestimated by anyone.

The immortals and gods made an agreement with the disciples to discuss the Tao with each other again on Mount Tai after a period of time, and then they slowly receded. From this moment on, the aftermath of the heavenly realm was about to begin, and the disciples gathered around The old master wants to return to the world.

 The old man just smiled gently, shook his head and said, "No need."

He looked at the human world, with nostalgia and nostalgia in his eyes. He had already felt the energy rising, breaking through the disaster, and not using the most decisive killing to make the world and heaven truly become mortal enemies, but killing one part and making peace with the other part. Become a Taoist friend who has a heart and a moral bottom line, and the calamity has been broken.

Just like a star streaking across the sky, the old man felt the change in the atmosphere at this time, and the disciples are not ordinary ordinary people, they also felt the ethereal and real feeling, as if today It's time to say goodbye, as if today is the last time I see this old man.

It is as if this old man came to the world with a certain mission, and now he has fulfilled his destiny and it is time to leave this world.

The old man smiled and said gently: "I promised Simon that I would give one last sermon."

He lifted up his clothes and sat on the majestic purple air. The purple air stretched in front of him and turned into futons. Everyone bowed solemnly and sat down. The old man's eyes dropped down and fell on the world of mortals. In the middle, he said gently: "The sermon that day was always before the Nine Monuments. Many people already felt regretful."

“I feel like I haven’t been able to hear my sermon, but the sermon is inherently difficult to describe, and I can only barely describe it... This time, let’s preach here, in front of everyone.”

The old man lowered his eyes. He had been talking about Taoism for a period of sixty years every seventeen years. He had already talked about the realm of earthly immortals. Now starting from this place, the old man's voice was gentle and quiet. He continued to talk and was reading a book. Ximen was stunned for a moment, but seemed to feel something. He strode out of the door and raised his head.

They are the old people passing by, the children laughing and playing, and everyone who walks through this world.

They all stopped and felt the voice in their hearts.

The grass and trees turned their leaves, the birds stopped flapping their wings, and the golden monkey on the top of the tree held the branch with one hand and raised its head with wide eyes.

 At this moment, everyone in the world heard the old man’s gentle narration.

This sermon was addressed to everyone and every creature in the world. People seemed to see a kind old man in front of them, talking to themselves about something with a warm smile. Soon , this tells the mystery of the Imperial Realm, which is almost incomprehensible to ordinary people, but they are still immersed in it.

 The road is not separated from people.

 Lao Qingniu caught up with him panting.

　　【Yin】and 【喜】follow closely.

 The subtle mysteries of the Great Dao are not complicated in the first place and can be explained quickly.

 The old man's voice paused.

Then he started talking again and recited the Taoist scriptures that he had started writing when he was more than ten years old and had not completed it until now. It was not many and not long, just five thousand words. He spread it throughout the world and conveyed what he knew about the essence of Taoism. Rubbed into the most ordinary words.

The world is quiet, but above the sky, the purple air stretches endlessly. Why is it thirty thousand miles away? !

 It is three hundred thousand miles, three million miles!

It has completely enveloped the entire human world. I don’t know why, but Ximen Dachong burst into tears when he heard it. Hundreds of scholars and all the people in the world seemed to be fascinated. They were stunned for a long time. When they came back to their senses, they murmured: " How exquisite and mysterious, what the charm of the Dao, Master, this is yours..."

Their voices paused, and the purple energy in front of them was still there, stretching and flowing, above the vastness of the human world.

 But the white-haired old man was not seen.

 Smiles and admiration froze for a moment.

The disciples stood here in silence, Mount Tai was high, there was heavy snowfall, the sky and the earth were desolate, but the Master was still there, they had gone through a lot of fighting and conquests, they killed gods, they discussed with immortals and gods, they proved themselves. The way and direction, blood boiling, without fear!

Now the sun is shining brightly and the clouds are beautiful, but when the master leaves, they don't know why, they only feel a sense of loneliness.

The disciples watched the purple air gradually dissipate, the sunlight flowing and falling into the human world. The world of mortals was already extremely beautiful, and the golden ripples in the rivers were even more dazzling. I don’t know who whispered:

 “The human world is so beautiful...”

 They nodded silently.

Above the purple air, there was no one in front of them.

 There was no one to stand in front of them, to shelter them from the wind and rain, or to show them the way forward.

 They are already at the front.

 This was the last time they saw the Master in their lives.

 (End of this chapter)