The indescribable Taoist Lord

The Dharma image of the Immortal Lord of Literature and Dao is like a real immortal god appearing in the mortal world. He is in Taihao Heaven, spreading the cultural context and endowing the heaven and earth with the holy way of peace.

Since the Dharma image is still there, it means that Li Shaobai's retreat has not yet ended, and he is undergoing the final strengthening of his roots and cultivation, making the road under his feet more solid and harmonious.

This also means that Chang'an School will soon welcome the most suitable successor besides Shengfuzi Futian. Although Li Shaobai is half of the Li family blood, but now that Shou Yongzi has shown mercy, it is equivalent to some kind of imperial decree.

During the day, the Confucius Saints were all handling trivial matters at Jisheng Peak. No one came near Beiyin Mountain. Naturally, no one felt that the restrictions on the periphery of Beiyin Mountain had been removed.

"Ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta..."

In front of Li Shaobai's cottage, footsteps were approaching, and another guest came.

The old saint's footsteps were very steady, and every step seemed to be measured.

Li Shaobai was sitting quietly in the courtyard, closing his eyes and meditating, as if he was consolidating his cultivation. The master's pure white clothes were rising in the wind, and his brows were furrowed, as if hesitant and unwilling, and seemed to be trapped in a vicious circle of self-doubt.

The man came over slowly, unhurriedly.

"Shaobai...

How about sacrificing one person to save the common people?

So what if you save one person but waste the lives of others? "

Xu Huaijin looked at Li Shaobai kindly. More than two hundred years ago, he was still a young man who liked to pull off his clothes. Now, he was only one step away from being in trouble.

"Zi Pingzi said: Good deeds are not great or small, and people are related to each other."

Li Shaobai slowly opened his eyes and responded lightly, still forcing a relaxed smile on his face, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes just right——

"Old Xu, you are young.

Why are you so anxious to rush to me when you see me breaking through? "

Xu Huaijin didn't say anything back. After walking a few steps, she saw the jade pot holding wine on the stone table and slowly held it.

"This should not be taught to students in the future. Although Zi Pingzi did talk about it, it was deleted neatly in "Pingzi" and no trace was left.

It doesn’t fit in with the cultural background of my school..."

Xu Huaijin explained carefully, as if he was really an old man explaining his funeral affairs.

"You never drink, why are you interested in me today?"

Li Shaobai avoided the topic of inheriting Chang'an School and tried to divert Xu Huaijin's conversation.

"It's your style. You don't want to take on any responsibility. The people you teach are just like you."

Xu Huaijin had mastered the way of talking to Li Shaobai over the years, and did not give Li Shaobai any chance to change things.

"I thought, why is it not my turn? If I hadn't broken into the half-step cave today, I don't know what went wrong, causing the ancestor Daoguolu to freeze at the feet of the Dharma, and even changed my Chang Geng Zhi Qinglian, you won’t come to me today.”

The old wrinkles on Xu Huaijin's face became a little thinner. It was probably the same as when Li Shaobai saw Xu Huaijin a hundred years ago. The roots of his hair were also green, which made Li Shaobai feel that the person talking to him was a complete stranger to him and something he didn't understand. Xu Huaijin.

"The First Saint has favored you, and His will cannot be violated.

Besides, I don’t have much time. "

Xu Huaijin walked around behind Li Shaobai and watched the image of the all-pervading Wen Dao Immortal Master slowly turn from real to imaginary and slowly dissipate. Knowing that he had calmed down the restless spiritual energy in his heart, he patted him on the shoulder.

"After all, you are just half-assed."

"Yes, how is Chang'an School going these days? Lao Xu, you must have thought that the so-called sacrifice of one person to save the world..."

Li Shaobai didn't seem to notice the deep expression on Xu Huaijin's face. He sorted out his emotions because of being taken away from the road, and tried to gather his energy to ask some irrelevant topics. But the next moment, before the word "生" was uttered, his eyes were distracted. Lost consciousness——

This change was just caused by Xu Huaijin's thought.

The sky and the earth suddenly eclipsed the color of the old saint's thoughts. Time and space did not stagnate, but completely solidified, as if the gap was just a boundary for him to walk around at will.

He took a few steps in the static void, glanced at the jade pot on his head, and pursed his lips in a friendly manner, like an ordinary old man who was taking care of his old age, and he sighed——

"Yeah, you can't have both."

After saying that, with a hook of his fingers, Li Shaobai stood up with dull eyes, without stumbling, like a puppet hung on a string, and walked steadily towards the Immortal Forbidden City in front of the Yin Mountain.

The old saint followed behind, the enthusiasm and longing in his eyes clearly written, as if after being gifted longevity by the mountain, he was bent on getting more, his Adam's apple was twitching, and an expression appeared on his face. A little fanaticism seems a little ugly.

The mountain was dark in color, unmoved and silent, but there was an inexplicable irony in it.

It seems that he is laughing at the ease of manipulation of the human heart and at the bad roots of human nature.

"The "Zhoutian Divine Forbidden Book" that I have painstakingly obtained and put together by all the saints has finally been put to use."

Xu Huaijin followed Li Shaobai and stopped in front of Beiyin Mountain. There was a deep fog in front of the mountain, and there was no echo inside, as if there were no living things. However, the deep cracks and ravines alone were enough to make people feel frightened.

"This matter has progressed to this point. Although accidents have occurred frequently, it is developing according to the original outcome."

Xu Huaijin's old palms, which were like dead branches, formed a weird seal, and the Taoist text behind the Yinshan Immortal Forbidden City instantly became excited and excited, frantically impacting the Heaven-locking Divine Chain that trapped him, and dense and complicated Taoist texts surged out. It stirred and stirred, causing the whole mountain to tremble.

The top of the mountain was shrouded in layers of calamity clouds, and even for Taihaotian, who had a very peaceful face and a very peaceful face, it was filled with a layer of oppression and gloom that could not be removed.

However, this movement was smaller than Li Shaobai's breakthrough, and because it was done by a saint who had just returned to his peak, it hardly attracted anyone's attention.

Xu Huaijin just tore a layer of holes in the Immortal Forbidden City, and then sent Li Shaobai to go inside, while she followed behind.

——Except some thoughtful people.

Since Xu Huaijin arrived, Guo Sicheng and Zhang Qinghe stood calmly in the courtyard.

This military man's incomprehensible breath-holding technique really made it difficult for Zhang Qinghe to figure out how to hide the secret from a peak saint at such a close distance.

Not to mention, there was Zhang Qinghe standing next to him, with the dishonest Taiyin flying around him.

Zhang Qinghe watched his husband silently walk up the mountain, and remembered how he trusted him unconditionally and casually accepted his request, and his face tightened——

"Where are they going?"

"There is a temple deep in Beiyin Mountain. It was the formation hole that Pingzi nailed on Shouyongzi Niwan Palace."

Guo Sicheng replied slowly.

One update after I asked for leave, I was pulled out and got drunk and dizzy.