I Am Immortal

Chapter 678: We were master and apprentice, you and me, the past

 “Tai Shang Tai Xing, adaptable to constant changes.”

 “Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect yourself and your life.”

On Fangcun Mountain, the sound of Lang Lang reading and chanting sutras came, and it was quiet and peaceful. Hundreds of years have passed, and Bodhi, who was young at that time, still looks like a teenager now. His eyebrows are clear and bright, and they are only slightly longer than before. In addition, , not much change,

 Qi Wuhuo laid the foundation for him that day and traveled around the world for a year to establish his character.

After getting started, many classics were placed in Fangcun Mountain, with many explanations. But this young man saw the teacher’s final battle, knew what his teacher had done, and knew that he had to carry more things. He was young and transparent, and his state of mind He is clear and does not blame his teacher.

 After the old man came to tell him everything, he felt happy that the teacher had not died.

Since then, he has been practicing **** his own for hundreds of years, and finally achieved success.

Qi Wuhuo's lineage, inherited from Taoist ancestors, values ​​understanding the most. The Taoist mind has been laid down, and the Dharma door is behind him. As long as the understanding is sufficient, the mind is clear, and every move is the Tao, it is the supernatural power. You can take it for yourself. Over the years, although I have continued to practice, I have not died alone on this square inch mountain.

His wife often came to see him. When he was in his real state, she once handed over to him the sword that his teacher used to have.

 That was what the teacher used when he was young.

It is an ancient sword from a thousand years ago, and it is still the style of the ancient Shenwu Dynasty. The sword has a broad blade, and it has been used to cut down the fate of human beings. It is called the killer of thieves. It was originally a common thing. Later, when Zhenwu attained the Tao, it soared to the top of the sky. After being bathed in immortal energy and recast several times, he was completely transformed. The young man liked it very much.

Over the years, apart from practicing, I have also gone down the mountain from time to time.

He also often helped the people around him collect grain and grass during the busy farming season. If anyone got sick, the young Taoist would not hesitate to go to the rescue. Unlike the doctors, the young Taoist always only used spiritual grass from the mountains. He doesn't spend much money on medical treatment. When weaving bamboo baskets, his hands are very dexterous, even more agile than those women.

 She is beautiful and often attracts the favor of young girls and young women.

The girl was affectionate and would always give him some purse or something, but she would turn around and run away with red face and ears. The older ones would just make some casual jokes, but it was a pity that the young Taoist was ignorant. Understand, just smiling quietly, but it is a pity. It is said that such a good skin was born in vain, but it is like a wooden lump.

 Other than that, I just go around and slay demons.

People in the towns at the foot of the mountain all know that there is a young immortal on the mountain. He has remained the same for hundreds of years in the spring, autumn, cold and heat, without any change. When the young Taoist came down the mountain, he often saw those grey-haired old men and old ladies. Children tell stories.

It is said that the mountain behind the town is a sacred mountain, a fairy mountain. There are gods and immortals living on the mountain. There are always hunters. The woodcutter went up the mountain and lost his way. He saw fog in all directions and could not find the way up the mountain or the way down. , hurriedly, but already saw the crowd, but walked out unknowingly.

So when these children were listening in a daze, they would warn them in a serious manner, telling them that they must be well behaved and not go up the mountain quietly, otherwise they would collide with the gods and be careful not to grow taller. These old people told them While these stories were being told, the young Taoist stood behind the shade of a tree with a bamboo basket on his back, watching these old people tell the stories that their elders told them a hundred years ago.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand and tightened the basket on his back, looking at the white-haired people and the red-faced girl who had embroidered the whole night and handed him the purse, now an old woman with silver hair and kind eyes. , looking at the children and grandchildren surrounding his knees, he stood in the shade of the tree, the wind blowing through the young man's temples and hair, with a gentle expression.

 Cultivation outside the world is also practice when entering the world.

 I had morning lessons today and recited the classics.

Wearing a blue Taoist robe, with dark wooden hairpins tying up his hair, he kicked two pieces of dead dough cake into his arms, went to the Daheng Mission Stone in the back mountain, opened an altar to preach, and gave the spirituality to this mountain. The Abundant One taught him the Dharma and the Great Way, and then he picked up his sword and walked down the mountain.

Hundreds of years ago, the final catastrophe has continued to this day, and it has still not been completely cut off. During this period of time, all walks of life have worked hard to deal with the disasters of water and fire everywhere. Many of the catastrophes of cold and silence have been solved, but the catastrophe of heat and silence has been solved. The calamity is still very serious, and has already had serious subsequent effects.

The water level has risen, and disasters caused by tidal waves have occurred everywhere in the world. Water gods, mountain gods, and various sects in the world are working hard to control the water. Now Bodhi has received a message, asking him to go to the East China Sea on his behalf to find the old man. Senior Ao Zang was looking for something to control floods. In ancient times, the human race had already controlled floods.

 Now it’s just an ordinary thing.

The young Taoist soared through the clouds and mist, and went to the bank of the East China Sea. He went to the Dragon Palace and looked for the Dragon King. He understood the purpose of his visit, and Ao Guang agreed. He eagerly took the young Taoist's arm and pulled him to pay homage to the man who had been with him all these years. When Ao Zang was recuperating from injuries sustained in the battle, Ao Zang handed this object to Bodhi.

This man used the Qiankun Dharma in his sleeves to put away all these methods, and then he said gently:

 “Thank you, senior.”

The head of a huge blue dragon was found in the Guixu place. It was as majestic as Mount Tai, majestic and ferocious, far more than dragon kings like Ao Guang. It was a pity that one of the dragon's horns was broken. It was small but majestic, adding to the ferocious color and dark golden color. His vertical pupils swept across the young Taoist in front of him, and he seemed to be able to sense the majestic vitality in this young Taoist's body. He was slightly impressed and said:

“The foundation is good, it is indeed solid, and it has not disgraced the name of your teacher.”

Seeing that the young Taoist still wanted to salute and thank him, Canglong shook his head and said in a confused voice:

 “It doesn’t have to be this way.”

"You have different foundations. To a certain extent, your innate spiritual roots are the strongest. The flat peaches in the Peach Garden and the ginseng fruit in Wuzhuang Temple have to bow down in front of you. They also have the same origin as Buddha. Really. , you have to be half a level above me in terms of seniority, so between us, we can just talk about each other."

“You came down the mountain this time for this thing, are you going to heaven?”

The young Taoist said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Not only that, there is another great joy."

The young Taoist smiled warmly and happily: "Master's wife has been pregnant for hundreds of years. Emperor Wa told Yu Pindao that as a disciple of the teacher, it is appropriate to go to congratulate her. After doing this, she sent this stick to the Tushita Palace of Tianque. After recasting it, the old gentleman will go to see the teacher before his palace."

Canglong sighed and said: "What kind of demeanor does the child of Zhenwu Zhentian Lingying Emperor and Dangmo Tianzun have? It's a pity, it's a pity that I have damaged my foundation after all. I'm afraid I have to wait until the child grows up. Go and see him, go, go, I just hope that child will not be affected by Fuxi."

　　 said so.

 But the Canglong's eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him.

In my heart, I was worried that this child would be affected. After all, to some extent, this boy would also be the elder brother of the Zhentian Emperor's child. There are similarities between the elder brother and the elder brother, but they must not have any differences with that guy Fuxi. There should be sympathy and resonance.

An idea came into my mind, I just hope that the first child of that boy Wuhuo will not be a daughter, otherwise Fuxi will definitely affect this young Taoist who has a very high family background, a very strong foundation, and a lot of talent.

However, he did not say such words.

lest I find Fuxi's "enthusiastic and familiar" person visiting me the next day.

The young Taoist bid farewell to this ancient old man and left here again. He saw the tall and beautiful mountain peak outside the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. He liked it very much, so he held his head on the cloud, ate some fruits on that mountain, drank some mountain springs, and felt refreshed. , just left in the clouds and mist.

After entering the human world, he slowed down his pace. He saw monsters running rampant along the way, and he killed them all with his sword. However, before he was about to ascend to heaven, he heard the voices of old men and young people talking in front of him, and they looked panicked. , and the Qi of the innate gods and demons came.

 “Innate gods and demons…”

Back then, most of the innate gods and demons were killed, and the rest escaped individually. Although there have been several large-scale killings in recent years, these innate gods and demons all have great magical powers, and it is not easy to wipe them all out. Over the years, young Bodhi has mostly dealt with these monsters when he came down from the mountain.

 Immediately he looked slightly stern, and went forward with his sword in hand.    …

 “Run faster, run faster, Master!”

 “Stop making so much noise, little one, your teacher’s legs will be broken!”

 “Ouch!!”

“Then why can’t we outrun this guy behind us?”

"Because..." the old voice paused and said melancholy: "Because he has eight legs."

　　　　!!”

A rumbling sound came, and behind it was an innate **** and demon that was somewhat similar to a spider. In other words, it couldn't be said to be an innate **** and demon. This thing was at most just a creation of the innate **** and demon, but for the master and the disciple, This is also an extremely difficult thing to deal with.

 “Little bald donkey, lower your head!!”

The wrinkled old monk shouted.

The little monk next to him made a very standard fish attack, but a strong wind swept through him. The spider's front legs slashed across the front fiercely, tearing out a large arc of light, and the thick trees around it were cut apart in an instant. Come on, it hits the ground, making loud noises.

 The two monks were so frightened that they turned pale, looked at each other, and fell silent for a moment.

The old monk shouted: "Run!!"

Turning around, Sa Yazi ran away. The little monk's eyes widened and he swooped over and grabbed the old monk's clothes. The old monk said: "You brat, why are you holding me? Go down and give me to the teacher." Delay for a while, and when I get out, I will recite sutras for you to be saved!"

 “Whoa, ah, ah, I don’t believe it!”

“Teacher, you will definitely sneak away to eat meat buns!”

"Ah?! What, what meat buns? I didn't eat meat buns. That is, that is a temple for worshiping the five internal organs. This, this is a monk's business, what meat buns..."

The old monk wanted to throw the young monk away, but the young monk locked the old monk tightly, but refused to let go. He decided that the master and the apprentice would make supper for the monster together, but even though he shouted like this It was a small scream, but the spider **** and demon kept attacking, causing the surrounding ground to crack, trees falling down with a rumble, stirring up countless dust, and the momentum was very scary.

However, these two monks were peeing like **** and using their hands and feet, but they didn't lose even a piece of flesh.

The old monk got up in one go and held the young monk between his elbows. Looking at his age, he opened his legs and ran more swiftly than the older boy. He shouted while running. He shouted loudly and said: "If you keep watching, you will have to find my two bald heads in the feces of this thing!"

The little monk shouted loudly: "Great Immortal, take action!"

Although he seemed to be scared to death, he also felt happy, as if he was being led to play by the teacher. Although this experience was very special, he also knew that the teacher would not really leave him behind. The **** and demon was slightly startled. , suddenly heard a sigh and the sound of a sword.

Soon, his eyes went dark, and his entire body was nailed directly to the ground, with all eight legs lying flat.

His eyes widened, with a lingering look of unwillingness in his eyes, but he saw a broad sword fall to the ground, and immediately a Taoist in blue shirt fell from the sky, his toes gently tapped on the hilt of the sword, his sleeves were rolled up, and he held a fly whisk and an ink hairpin. His hair is tied up, his expression is clear and handsome, and his eyebrows are flying.

On the blade of the sword, there are two large characters.

 【Kill the thief】!

This **** and demon's heart stagnated, and a chill arose. He thought of a name that has gradually become famous all over the world in the past hundred years, and his pupils were waiting for a violent contraction...

 “The sword that kills thieves, the real Bodhisattva of Fangcun Mountain.”

“In the past three hundred years, I have wiped out all the demons, learned the three religions, and killed the true Buddhist Taoists.”

 How did you meet this murderer?

The **** and demon were frightened, but the young Taoist opposite did not hold back at all. He heard the sound of a sword rising to the sky, and the **** and demon immediately disappeared into ashes. The young Taoist gently jumped down from the sword and swept his sleeves and robes. The thief-killing sword whirled, turned into a stream of light, and flew into his sleeves.

The old monk patted his heart, got up, lifted the young monk up again, and dusted him off. Then he clasped his hands towards the young Taoist and said with a smile:

 “The old monk has seen the great master of Fangcun Mountain.”

 “You can’t be a real person.”

The young Taoist replied mildly, but when he turned around, he was slightly startled and saw the old monk's gaze. He was slightly surprised. A gentle smile appeared on his face. He nodded with a slight smile and said:

 “It turned out to be an old friend.”

 The old monk was puzzled.

Young Bodhi recognized this person. He had seen this person in his previous life while traveling.

 It is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.

 How many reincarnations is this time? In this way, is this young monk the reincarnation of the Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata?

No wonder this spider-like **** and demon stared at the old monk and refused to let go. The golden cicada in front of the Buddha and the reincarnation of the Buddha were unprecedented temptations for such insect-like demons. The young Taoist suddenly understood, and the old monk touched Without thinking, I was murmuring in my heart, how did this great master recognize me?

 It’s broken. Could it be that you have taken a fancy to something I have on you? !

The poor bald donkey monk is more valuable than this little bald donkey.

The old monk felt nervous, raised his hand and patted the curious little guy next to him, and said:

 “What are you looking at? Quickly salute and say thank you.”

The young monk blinked and looked at the young Taoist in front of him. For some reason, he felt an indescribable feeling of closeness in his heart. He saluted and said, "I have met the great master."

Young Bodhi looked at this little monk who was much younger than him.

Feel that slight sense of similarity that seems to be reappearing from the foundation.

 The gentle expression on his face finally changed, and he became stunned.

"It's you…"

 (End of this chapter)