I Am Immortal

Chapter 573 There is no more Qi Wuhuo in the world (end of this volume) (please vote for the third update)

 In the storage room, under the old tree, the white-haired Taoist looked gentle, but Old Qingniu was already ecstatic.

His smile was already somewhat uncontrollable.

The corners of the mouth are raised.

 Can’t hold it back!

  Can't hold it down at all!

If he hadn't been worried about disturbing the people, he would have started laughing wildly with joy. At this moment, the aura around him was majestic, and he could not control the leakage. It was much the same as when he first met Qi Wuzhuo. The realm of restraining everything and not leaking anything is completely different.

 However, the aftermath of its leakage is already huge and unparalleled.

 The imperial realm!

 Hahahahaha, it’s the imperial realm!

 Old Qingniu laughed loudly.

Although it was said that he had managed to become an ordinary emperor by relying on the power of the Taoist's ritual to go west to Hangu, but Old Qingniu was already satisfied. This was an emperor. As for cultivation, This is the ultimate.

As for great things, that requires [unprecedented and unprecedented] rituals to achieve.

 Those who are not talented can not do it.

 It cannot be obtained by those who are not blessed by destiny.

 It should not be done unless one has an incomparably strong Taoist heart.

 Inside and outside the six realms, in countless years, there are very few high-level ones. If you take out any one of them, they are the gods who once resounded throughout the place and were famous all over the world. They are no small matter, no small matter. The current high-level ones -

With the exception of the chief disciples of the Sanqing Dynasty, there are only the Great Heavenly Lords of Judiciary and the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Lords, the leaders of the Lei Department.

 The Lord of Huoyao, Emperor Huoyao Dongyang.

 As well as Yinsi Youming, the Lord of Taishan Prefecture.

Originally, the Demon King of the Demon Clan was also a great member of the Demon Clan who gradually climbed to the top with impure blood, but he also died in the hands of the Empress of Houtu Emperor. As for the Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi, the strongest among the innate, He was executed by the Lord of Taishan Prefecture, so he was removed from the list.

In addition, Emperor Zhuling of the Fire Department, the new Emperor of the Plague Department, the Taishang Laojun of this generation, and other extremely famous people, the Sixteen-line Buddha who was annihilated in the Buddhist Kingdom, and the demon clan who inherited the remaining power of the ancient heaven. All the saints are just ordinary emperors. After all, in the ancient years, the water **** Gong Gong and the fire **** Zhu Rong were just great products.

 Although time continues to pass, today is different from the past.

 The road ahead of the avenue was continuously opened up by the Three Purities and Four Imperial Guards.

 However, the gold content of the big products has not weakened at all.

 Yes, Sanqing Daozu and Siyu Zunshen are stronger than before.

 But this does not mean that the great emperors have become weaker. It is still extremely difficult to become a great emperor, and it is difficult to reach the sky.

Lao Qingniu has never planned to achieve anything great. If there are thousands of roads ahead, even if he can't find the way forward, he must not doubt that he is on the wrong path, leaving countless dead ends, difficult roads, even if there is only a dead end. , but there is only no way out, this is the way to great things.

 The determination, foundation, Taoist heart, and even chance must be top-level!

 Laoqingniu knows his own business.

As I am, there is absolutely no way I can pursue the foundation and Taoist intention of pursuing great things. After all, this matter is no joke. It does not mean that you can achieve great things just because you want to achieve great things. There are many sufferings and many dangers in it. I feel like I don’t have this fate, so I might as well forget it.

 A little wealth means peace, a little wealth means peace!

What's more, you can follow Er Ye's east wind to achieve a breakthrough in the divine realm.

 Sir, was this also what you expected? !

 I shouldn’t have doubted you!

 Lao Qingniu is in a good mood.

The Taoist Qi Wuhuo, who was still gray-haired, asked Empress Wa to give up her clone for a short time and return to the realm of Taiyi with her soul. He said gently: "I need you, Empress, please stay here for a while."

The true body of Emperor Wa is now in the heaven, in the sea of ​​blood beyond the thirty-third heaven.

He is under the care of Yuchen Daojun, the incarnation of the Great Heavenly Lord of Shangqing Lingbao in his most dangerous period.

Qi Wuhuo needs to go there before he can try to unite the soul and body of Empress Wa. In a real sense, he can break the obliteration of Taiyi and bring Empress Wa back completely. Of course, before that, he needs to break it in advance. The blockade of the Taiyi Realm completely suppressed the power of conquering Taiyi.

After Emperor Wa agreed, she turned into a stream of light and returned to the world.

At this time, although the surrounding environment remained the same, because she had already seen hope, Empress Wa did not feel that the world of Taiyi was dark and dark and full of despair as before. Instead, she felt like she was waiting for the final dawn.

Emperor Xi asked Qi Wuzhuo to go over. The man in green clothes crossed his arms with a cold expression. He leaned on the big tree under the door of the storage room. After asking Qi Wuzhuo about his purpose and plan, he fell into silence and said, "Okay."

 “But the timing will have to wait.”

 Timing?

Qi Wuhuo looked at the man in green shirt in front of him. The latter casually stretched out his hand and picked off a fallen leaf.

“You know there were betrayers when it came to Ah Wa’s affairs…”

 This sentence is enough.

This sentence had already made Fuxi wary of all existences except himself. He looked at Qi Wuhuo and said calmly: "Besides, the current Antarctic Changsheng has malicious intentions towards the human world. It takes time for all things to grow. I don't want to I know how to bet."

 “I will find a way to create a period of [absolutely safe] time.”

 “Let you bring Ah Wa back.”

“[Absolutely safe]?”

 Qi Wuhuo looked at Fuxi.

 Such absolute words came out of Fuxi's mouth again, and they also involved Emperor Wa.

With these three layers of characteristics superimposed, even a stone has to consider whether it can break through the three realms. Qi Wuhuo felt a heavy feeling, and an instinctive omen of danger emerged in his heart.

what do you want to do?

Fuxi did not answer this question directly. He just smiled, then patted Qi Wuzhuo on the shoulder. His eyes were golden and cold vertical pupils, which seemed to always have a calm and joking atmosphere, and he said lightly: "time?"

 “If you keep waiting for the so-called right time, you will miss the opportunity.”

 “You will know when the time comes.”

The green-shirted scribe lazily finished this sentence and went to bask in the sun.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the world in front of him with a peaceful expression.

He finally participated in Li Weifeng's funeral. His funeral was very simple and grand. The simplicity was that it did not have any imperial-level treatment, and the grandness was because people all over the world spontaneously paid tribute to him. Funerals, such popularity and prosperity have never been seen since ancient times.

 Qi Wuhuo watched Li Weifeng's funeral in the crowd.

But I also saw Li Qiongyu, whose face was covered with a veil. They met for the first time in a dream, and now they meet again at the place where Li Weifeng was buried. Li Weifeng was buried on a mountain, where you can always look at the person he once loved so much. of human world.

Li Qiongyu's eyes were gentle. Looking at the imperial mausoleum and the world on this mountain, she was still as graceful as jade. Her black hair was hanging down, but there were already a few strands of silver in it. People in this era have long forgotten that she was once so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world, and Li Qiongyu is independent from the world.

 When her younger brother was born, she watched him being born and learning to speak.

 In the past hundred years, she had also watched him be buried and die with her own eyes.

The wind blew through his cheeks and white hair, and Li Qiongyu said, "No confusion."

 The Taoist stood beside the mountain.

Li Qiongyu didn’t look at him, but just said: “Can you gain immortality by practicing Taoism?”

This is the question that Master Wuhuo asked the mountain **** Qiongyu three times in Huang Liang's dream.

 And now Qi Wuhuo gave the answer.

"Can."

Li Qiongyu lowered his eyes and was speechless. When he turned around, he saw the white-haired Taoist turning away.

When he said goodbye to this mountain, his old friends, and the world, the little dragon girl looked at him and asked melancholy: "Are you leaving?"

The Taoist nodded.

Xiao Longnu put her hands behind her back, tapped the ground lightly with her toes, and said, "But, didn't you promise to take care of me?" She had gone to the East China Sea, so she naturally learned about the old Taoist in front of her from Cang Long. As for his identity, he initially resented him for what he did to the Jinghe Dragon King, but later he gradually came to understand.

Now that I know the separation, I feel melancholy.

The old Taoist smiled gently, rubbed her hair, and said, "Have I not been taking care of you for more than sixty years?"

Little Dragon Girl blurted out: "When will you take care of..."

 Her voice paused, and she suddenly thought that she had been near the storage room for the past sixty years.

　　Seeing the Taoist vomiting and listening to the Master's sermons, yet he is free and easy, walking among the people and doing whatever he wants.

She remembered that she once stole for fun, and then threw her money bag away, but she saw a Taoist man in the corner apologizing. Each thing passed through her heart, and she seemed to understand that Taoism does not necessarily have to tie her to a house. among.

The world is so vast, isn’t it also about spiritual practice?

 The old Taoist took off his purse and put it in the hands of the dragon girl.

His footsteps are gentle, walking through the world, the spring rain falls, and the sound is ticking.

On that day, he recounted five thousand words of Taoist scriptures and spread them widely in the world. Only Mingxin and Yin got the final charm and recorded them in the text. Mingxin's state was already that of an immortal, but he had no intention of ascending to the Heavenly Palace. You must pass on your own Taoism to future generations.

 When I was young, I had close friendships with my best friends, but then they gradually drifted apart.

He was living at ease in the world of rivers and lakes, and his friends were relying on the Star-Zhailing Tower alone, watching the Taoists go away.

 This way is called [Louguan Road].

 After that day, [Yin] seemed to remember something.

 I often sit there all night long, looking at the southern sky, silent.

The mighty king Li Zhai rode his horse to travel across the border and galloped at the border. The old Taoist has walked through the mountains and rivers. In summer, flowers are blooming and the sun is shining brightly.

And the reincarnation of Medicine Master Liuli Buddha finally passed away. Even though the old Jin Chan gave up his cultivation, he was much stronger than him. He has not yet died. He walked in the world step by step without knowing that he was What on earth was going on? I don’t know why I didn’t find a place in the mountains to sit quietly and pass away.

Until he raised his head and suddenly saw the tomb he had dug with his hands and fingers, he suddenly understood something. He smiled slightly, supported his body with a wooden stick and staggered over. Then he threw the wooden stick and sat down. Looking at the tomb on the ground, after so many years, the surroundings have become lush and green, and flowers have grown on the tomb.

 Lao Jinchan sat on the ground and panted a little tiredly.

 He suddenly heard a young boy’s voice saying: “Are you here?!”

Jin Chan reluctantly raised her head and saw the owner of the voice in front of her. Someone raised his hand to push aside the trees and lush branches and came out. It was a young Taoist. His appearance was extremely extraordinary. He wore a purple gold crown and a worry-free crane cloak. The shoes are on the feet, and the ribbon is tied around the waist. The body is like a boy's appearance, and the face is like a beautiful woman.

The old monk recognized this as the young Taoist priest who kept the Tibetan room.

Every time he went there, he would chat with this little Taoist priest for a while, and occasionally bring some gifts. The two of them were old friends, so they immediately smiled and said, "I never thought, old monk, that I would be able to meet an old friend like you in the end. "

 “Why, are you still hiding the fruit?”

The young Taoist who looks fifteen or sixteen years old, but has actually practiced human transformation for more than a decade, said calmly:

　　…“My fruit is no longer found.”

There is a touch of sadness and remoteness in this sentence.

One of the old friends traveled all over the mountains and rivers, passing on the Taoism; the other, trying to revive the world, has died, leaving only himself. The old monk was speechless, looking at the appearance of the young Taoist, and deliberately jokingly said: "It's a pity, it's a pity. At that time, the old monk felt that The fruits you hid are in good condition, but you just don’t get a chance to eat one every time.”

 “Now it seems there is even less chance.”

The young Taoist said: "...That's all, I'll wait for you to take another turn and look for me next time."

He smiled slightly, looking majestic and beautiful:

 “I will give you fruit to eat.”

 “Eat something you’ve never seen before, just don’t be frightened.”

 The old monk laughed.

Soon he started coughing violently, his laughter gradually stopped, he lowered his eyes gently, and his energy gradually weakened:

 “Then it’s agreed.”

"Um."

“But why didn’t you follow Him to heaven?”

The young Taoist replied: "I will meet him eventually, but before that, I want to see more, see more of the mountains and rivers of this world, see more of the breeze and the bright moon."

"How uncomfortable would it be if I left and Ming Xin was the only one left?"

The young Taoist who looked noble and cold stood up. He didn't say anything more to the monk.

 The cycle of reincarnation is endless and we will see each other again.

 “Old monk, remember.”

"One day you will be reincarnated. If you travel through thousands of mountains and rivers, you will encounter a fairy mountain treasure land with hurried trees and Taoist temples hidden in the world. There is a couplet in it, which is called the Immortal Mansion of Immortality. Live as long as the sky. People, that’s me.”

The young Taoist's voice gradually faded away, and the old monk's vision gradually blurred. He looked at the tomb in front of him and saw the flowers blooming. A butterfly fluttered its wings and flew in front of him. It danced gracefully in front of the Buddha. Cicada's eyes widened.

 “Is it you?”

 He stretched out his hand, and the butterfly landed lightly on his finger.

"It is you."

The old monk's expression softened. He knew why he was here and said softly: "I'm sorry, it would be great if I could save you then. I'm sorry, it was me who looked at you from above, but it was you who saved me." Yes."

"If there is an afterlife, we can still meet..."

 He murmured, and then gently placed the butterfly on the petals, folding his hands to form the Buddhist fearless seal.

 Soft and gentle voice.

“If there is an afterlife, I would like to practice spiritual practice, repay this love, spread great love, and give back to the common people.”

The monk passed away and turned into white light reaching into the sky. There were twenty-four clear streams of light on the left and right, which lasted for a long time.

The young Taoist stopped and turned around, and saw among the trees, the tomb was full of flowers. An old monk in gray clothes, who seemed to have experienced all the sufferings in his life, was sitting there cross-legged with his eyes closed, making a flower-like gesture, and a blue butterfly. fell on his shoulder.

 The young Taoist turned around and left, walking into the clear breeze, bright moon, and mortal world.

The world is vast, and the lives of individuals are criss-crossed and woven into this vast and majestic trend. This era is destined to be remembered for a long time and is the origin of legends. And the gray-haired old Taoist walked through the bleak autumn and winter Snow.

His legend in the world came to an end in a very meaningful and magnificent way, but people suddenly discovered that from beginning to end, they only knew about the existence of the Master, but they did not know how to deal with it. Call him by name.

 Other than this final battle, he has never even shown his extraordinary strength in front of people.

 The strength of people in the human world is increasing step by step.

 But his level is only getting lower and lower.

 It is the so-called hidden sage appearing in the ordinary world.

Finally, the white-haired old man stopped. He raised his head. The mountains he saw in front of him were majestic and tall, rising into the sky. It was Mount Tai. It seemed that there was something guiding him here, as if it was the energy in the dark. Drawn by fate, it seems that this is the destined reunion.

He smiled gently.

 Take steps and walk up Mount Tai.

　　Boom! !

 The aura that was still peaceful to the outside suddenly began to become agitated, and energy appeared in the body.

 The Taoist's back was straight, and the wrinkles on his hands began to slowly disappear.

 Amidst the white hair, black hair grows again.

 Who is there on the top of the sky? The Antarctic is eternal, the Arctic is purple, there is the realm of the remnant of Taiyi, the Judiciary God's blockade, the agreement with the Jade Emperor back then, and the extremely complicated situation in the sky, there are the appointments of the three teachers, and maybe there are also Under the sea of ​​blood, Daojun Yuchen was laughing.

 Jade Emperor, Haotian, Taiyi, Sanqing, Siyu, gods!

 The power of the world and the power of the six realms are still as majestic as the sea, and the old Taoist walks step by step.

Hurry slowly and press your sword!

On the top of Mount Tai, the earthlings stood aside, looking with pale faces at the young man standing at the highest place with his hands behind his back. The latter was dressed in white, with a figure as tall as jade, with stern brows and a majestic aura. , and its existence made the Taishan Mountain God in these lands feel fear.

Who is this? !

 Who is he waiting for? This plain but majestic breath has suppressed them until they can't breathe. Time seems to have become infinitely long and stretched. The world is deep and deep. In this extremely depressive atmosphere, there are dull footsteps. this.

　　　They turned around.

Seeing the old Taoist pacing over, his wrinkles gradually disappeared, his white hair turned pure black, his eyes were clear and peaceful, the complicated Taoist robes only gave people a sense of purity and nature, and the black hair on the temples Slightly raised, clear and warm, as graceful as jade.

The young man in white turned around and said with a smile:

"You finally came."

The Taoist held his sword, sat down in front of the young man in white, and said:

 “Long time waiting.”

A white robe and a robe, a wooden hairpin to tie the hair, and a jade crown. Mount Tai is already the highest. They are at the highest place of Mount Tai. When the God of Mount Tai saw Qi Wuhuo coming, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief and bowed to ask questions. Who is this guest? Qi Wuhuo looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who smiled and said:

“It seems like this is your confidant, Wu Huo, can you ask me? I am Zhang Xiaoyu.”

 “According to your habits, maybe you should call me—”

 “Jade Emperor.”

 He smiled.

 Then the faces of the gods and mountains of Mount Tai were frozen.

On this day, the golden cicada in front of the Buddha was reincarnated. The young Taoist walked around the world, saw the mortal world governed by his friends, and saw the clear breeze and bright moon that his friends could not reach. Master [Xi] began to recount the words of the Tao, and [Yin], who had recovered his memory, raised his head. , looking at the southern sky.

On this day, Taoist Master Li Qiongyu of Dingyan Peak opened up a Taoist lineage.

　　On this day, there is nothing else in the human world.

 Only peace.

 The Jade Emperor, Zhenwu, met at the highest point of Mount Tai.

As promised, Xuan Wei was personally introduced to Tianque.

　　…………

 The highest peak of Mount Tai.

　　Named Jade Emperor Ding.

 ——"Xudaozang·Daishi"

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