Pursuing Immortality

Midnight, the street.

The sky resembles a dome and shrouds four wild fields. It stretches from this brightly lit city to the surroundings. Ten miles is bright and bright, and fifty people are getting thinner. Eighty miles away is black.

It was an endless wilderness of grasslands, full of crises, **** and brutal.

Gu Yan was walking on the street. Although he had not been here long ago, he had fully felt the wildness of the city. The extraordinary people of all skins, ethnic groups, and genres are bustling, big and small black markets have opened, and the corresponding service industries are full of flamboyant and exaggerated paintings, filled with the vitality and boiling of the night like flowing water.

In a short amount of time, he has refused to tease five women, three men, and four men and women. He has also knocked out a few clumsy outlaws, and jumped up to a hundred meters high. Blown at the top of the building.

This is the highest point in the city and it was just built shortly after. In the past, such buildings required heavy construction of lightning protection devices, but now they are not in use. On the top of the building is a Daoist Array, which can withstand most of the severe weather.

Gu Yan looked at it with interest, looking like Mao Shan's handwriting. Yes, you can make money by practicing!

He turned around and sat next to the front with his buttocks and found a cigarette in his mouth.

Local specialties, each price is about the same as the ninety-five, the sparks of Mars lit light blue smoke. He just felt a weird smell rushing into his nose and mouth, then slid down his throat into his lungs, took a circle and spouted from his nose.

"not bad."

He has tasted the taste, the gods have strong control, and are not affected. If it is an ordinary monk, it will be better to drink one than the peony.

Ah……

When was the last time I smoked, it seems like a long time ago, high school? the University? Or was it just a hawker?

Gu Yan spit another fumes, looking at the moon as if close to her head, suddenly remembered something.

The immortal calendar was twenty-eight years old, but I ate red fruits before the first year. I was only twenty-one years old, so this year ... I was just fifty years old.

"Thirty stands, forty does not confuse, fifty knows destiny, sixty is pleasing to the ear, seventy does what you want, and does not exceed the rules."

In fact, he always felt that this sentence was wrong.

The so-called destiny is to know how to let it go, to do everything to listen to destiny, success can not be complacent, and failure does not need to be decadent. It is also important to understand that there is a degree of choice, something to do and something to do, it is a state of sudden and cheerful.

At the age of sixty, I can hear both good and bad things. I feel at ease in my heart.

At the age of seventy, his values ​​are deep-rooted, and although he does what he wants, he is calm and has a standard behavior.

Gu Yan did not like the latter two. It seemed indifferent, but in fact conservative, he put himself in the frame and lost his development and initiative. Therefore, he always felt that fifty years old was the best stage, especially for monks.

"call……"

Before he knew it, he had already smoked a second cigarette. Rarely, there is a short time that can be used purely for thinking, of course, it must be fully utilized.

He thought of Kunlun again. There were twelve immortals in Yuxu, all of them were immortals, all running from Fenghuang Mountain. Outsiders are extremely envious, but he feels too little too little.

The shady soil is basically mature, and then the world evolves. He expects to complete the Three Realms in fifty years, and then it will be able to impact the immortals.

The ancient immortal soared, but the Mighty One was only in a few decades. He used it for a hundred years. Of course, if you take into account the differences in the environment and the difficulty of operation, you can reach the top.

When you become a fairy, you will basically say goodbye to the earth. How many people do you want to follow?

His life is now a thousand years old, and Dixian has long lived for a long time. In theory, he will not be immortal. Will he be able to guarantee this aggressiveness then?

And Changsheng and Jiuru, what will happen to the future of a pair of children ... Speaking of them, the little sister really matches Changsheng!

Gu Yan sat for two or three hours until a box of cigarettes was exhausted.

He was thinking about things, but his consciousness covered the whole city, and he didn't find anything abnormal. At this moment stood up, walked slowly to the edge of the building, the block below was empty, and the people who had gone crazy for a night were the most tired.

The East also shone a dim light in the early hours.

He stood high, overlooking the city like a **** or a king, suddenly his gaze was locked, locking an area outside the city. The building was run down, the life was barren, and it was obviously a slum.

On the streets that were supposed to be quiet and depressed, there were suddenly a lot of old and young people, white, black, and locals. By faint lights, they went outside the city in twos and threes.

Their clothes are old and neat, excessive labor and hunger make each one thin, but strangely, they have devout expectations on their faces, as if going to heaven on earth.

Gu Yan followed silently, seeing the crowd spread out from the slum, and continually gathered all the way, and finally formed a long line of thousands.

Obviously this was not the first time they had gathered, whispering to each other, crossing the quiet and deep city edge, stepping on the dewy stone road and turning to a small town a few miles away.

The town is not much better than the slums. Small houses such as irregular bricks are piled randomly, but they are unexpectedly neat and clean, and there is no sewage or garbage.

When the team arrived, the townspeople were waiting there, and together they went to a spire in the center.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door was pushed open, showing a young man with maroon hair wearing a robe, green eyes warming and warming like a spring breeze.

When everyone saw him, Hula Lah fell on his knees and prayed.

The young man also put his fingers on his chest, closed his eyes and said, "Thank God, when the dawn of dawn comes, let the sorrow and sigh escape.

May the Lord pour out your children with the Holy Spirit, may your Holy Spirit help me to praise you, may you save all evil powers, may you wake us to prayer, receive your words and leadership, may all my thoughts and thoughts be Because the Lord is holy ... "

He spoke the first sentence, and everyone joined them together ~ www.readwn.com ~ The tone was light and low, but full of fiery faith. Both men and women, young and old, show a great sense of sacredness.

"Thank you for praising you, all glory belongs to you."

This prayer was very long. When the last sentence fell, the darkness before dawn finally broke, and the sun jumped out of the horizon and poured on the faces.

A strange wave became more and more intense with the rising sun. The originally dilapidated and unpretentious town changed instantly, everywhere was warm, and the soul was baptized. Everyone looked up, full of joy and enjoyment, as if bathed in the holy light. .

That steeple building was even more dazzling, and seemed to be a magnificent cathedral. The most amazing thing is that the movement here is not emitted at all, and it is confined to the town.

I don't know how long, as the sun completely jumped out of the horizon, the baptism was over. Everyone said goodbye to the young people and returned.

Soon, the town returned to normal.

The young man didn't enter the room, but flashed his green eyes and smiled in one direction: "Please come in, please."

"Awesome means!"

Gu Yan showed his figure and sincerely praised: "Baptism for thousands of souls directly can also affect thousands of miles and believers, admire and admire."

"Thousands of miles away?"

The young man was slightly surprised, and said, "The gospel has spread to Xia Kingdom?"

"Oh, this doesn't matter. What's important is that I should call you a saint, or the Holy Spirit, the Son, or ..."

Gu Yan stared at each other, and spit out two words that were enough to set off a terrible wave, containing thousands of years of precipitation and taboos, "God?"

(Why is it so difficult to find a good-looking farm, I want a book that describes workers, peasants, and merchants in detail, and then brings real changes to people's lives.)

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