The indescribable Taoist Lord

Seventeen years ago, it was night and rainy at Fuzilu under the shadowy mountain.

Xu Huaijin sat in the quiet room with a serious look on her face.

He is already very old, so old that he can no longer hold the book in his hand, and he is too old to do what he wants. The ravine grew between his features, eventually stretching into one piece, like a shriveled persimmon. Not only the appearance, but also the heart - not to mention that there is still a mountain in his heart that chooses and devours people.

The old saint rolled up the beaded curtain and looked at the rain in front of the mountain. He thought of the teachers who had gone up the mountain alone for many years and the saints who had gone up the mountain in recent years. Some of them can stay in the world for more than a hundred years, enough to finish an ordinary life safely, but they go to the mountain without hesitation.

But for thousands of years, or even the next ten thousand years, this mountain will not change, and it should not change. What they have done is not in vain, but it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is only a drop in the bucket.

However, it was useless to think too much. After all, the man was not here. If he hadn't been worried about the lack of weather in Taihao, he would have already reached the time to go up the mountain.

"That's all... when Zhiyu's cultivation becomes more refined, I will let go of him and go with peace of mind..."

He stared at the rain carefully, and from the rain he looked at the endless thunderstorms on the top of the mountain.

This rain was unusual. Even though Pingzi's Immortal Barrier was firmly set up, it couldn't hold back the tentative struggles of the things inside.

He sighed and was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped, a gentle smile appeared on his face——

"I was lamenting the loneliness of the rainy night before, but I never imagined that a guest would actually arrive in the rain. I wonder where the guest came from?"

The two people were very good at concealing their breath. In addition, the surrounding area of ​​Beiyin Mountain was blocked by souls. Even Xu Huaijin had not noticed the traces of these two people. The reason why they could be discovered was because these two people went straight past the first level of restriction. , walked straight to his yard.

One of them was dressed in white, which looked particularly eye-catching in the gloomy rainy night, but his character was different.

There was another person who was short in stature, tightly wrapped in a brocade robe, and had a mean face, appearing serious and harsh.

The two of them did not hold up umbrellas, but the rain could not get closer than a foot away, as if the wind and rain caused by the mountain were also inexplicably escaping the aura radiating around them.

Xu Huaijin was a little surprised when she saw the person coming from a distance——

"Houyu...who is this stranger you brought?"

Xu Huaijin observed the man in white carefully, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. This man's demeanor, behavior and cultivation were among the best in the world, and it was impossible for him not to be unimpressed.

However, when he saw the white-faced god's mask with a hair on his waist and a tight buckle, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Tiangong... Wenchang demon..."

"Brother, calm down." Xu Zhiyu's expression remained unchanged and he bowed deeply.

He had been with his brother for many years and knew that he was just feigning anger to see what their intentions were, not to mention the trust they had built over thousands of years.

"Brother, do you have any plans to go up the mountain?"

Xu Nieyu inquired tentatively, and there was a sadness in his eyes that lingered - he knew his brother's temperament and injuries best, so the deep-hidden perseverance in his eyes became apparent.

Xu Huaijin remained silent.

There is such silence between heaven and earth, as if except for the inhumane sound of rain, which wants to obliterate everything, no one has any emotional interaction.

The two brothers faced off for a long time, but Wenchang Xingjun spoke up——

"Holy Master, are you interested in hearing a story?"

Without waiting for Xu Huaijin's consent, the fake literary god in white began to talk to himself in the thin rain:

"There was a man named Jiushi who lived in front of a mountain. The mountain covered a radius of 700 miles and was ten thousand feet high. Because of the obstruction, he wanted to move the mountain away from his eyes and create a broad road.

He and his descendants carried heavy loads, pounded stones to cultivate soil, and transported dustpans and dustpans to the East China Sea. In this way, the cycle of winter and summer changed, and the cycle continued.

However, he was already over ninety years old, so how could he move the mountain? So he appealed to his descendants - even if I die, my son will survive; my son will beget a grandson, and my grandson will beget a son; There are also grandchildren; there are endless deprivations of children and grandchildren, but if the mountain does not increase, why bother and not level it?

Saint Master, do you think that the foolish old man’s words are reasonable? "

"Are you mocking my ancestors from Chang'an School?!" Xu Huaijin heard clearly and glared at Wenchang.

"The evil man from the Heavenly Palace has messed up my Zhongtian. I haven't even settled with you and these rats yet..."

Wenchang smiled and shook his head. He was not worried that Xu Huaijin would really take action.

"Let's not talk about whether that is the blame we should bear. If you want to say that, then kill your younger brothers together!"

Xu Huaijin was shocked and angry when he heard this. He looked at Xu Nieyu hesitantly, but was interrupted neatly by Wen Chang——

"Actually, you have already had doubts in your heart, haven't you? You two brothers have the same temperament. What Xu Nieyu can think of, you, Xu Huaijin, can't possibly not think through."

Xu Huaijin finally stopped being gentle and looked at Xu Nieyu with a stern look——

He saw the brocade robes of his short younger brother, the saint, gradually fade away, and his harsh face was replaced by a smiling, lovable mask of an old immortal. He was wrapped in a green Wenyuan robe, and he looked like a The amiable and wealthy man outside the service is completely different from his previous appearance.

"Tiangong Fulu Xingjun, I have met the fifth generation saint master of Chang'an School."

"you you……"

Xu Nieyu first said the door of his house very solemnly, paused for a while, and then said——

"Brother, don't go up the mountain yet. The path of the predecessors will not work."

This time, he called his brother. Xu Huaijin understood what he meant. Due to emotions and reasons, even going up the mountain was just a drop in the bucket. He knew how terrifying the mountain was. Even if it took ten thousand or ten million years, the saint of Chang'an School would Corpses are piled up on the top of the mountain. As long as the Dao Fruit in the sky still hangs, all these efforts will be of no avail...

The sound of rain became louder and louder, like a downpour, as if it was about to annihilate the surrounding area of ​​Beiyin Mountain, completely burying this period in the years, with only sporadic sentences coming out from the rain curtain.

"Fulu Xingjun is willing to go to the mountains..."

"After I leave, I hope that my brother can take over my position..."

"You have run out of resources. If you release the news, within a few years, they will try to contact you."

"Moving mountains, ten thousand years is too long, and the lives of millions of people are too heavy... It takes more than ten years, and a few people, to exchange for peace in Tahao..."

The voices of several people disappeared that night, and what followed was a long period of preparation. The next day, Xu Nieyu quietly went up the mountain, leaving his brother with a smiling old fairy mask. , and a piece of Tiangong Iron Order.

The following year, the King of Demon Suppression was delighted with the birth of a daughter. Xu Huaijin was invited to go there happily and made some green radish, which she promised to send to the Chang'an School for careful cultivation.

Five years later, Sun Star Lord, Nantian Emperor and Li Tuizhi fought in Zhen'an, took Tao Fei's bloodline, and then transferred to Taihaotian, where they conspired with Xu Huaijin to open the Yin Immortal Ban.

In another ten years, by the hands of Wen Chang and Xu Huaijin, "Zhou Tian Shen Forbidden" was born in a secret place somewhere in the East China Sea...