The indescribable Taoist Lord

Wenchang Xingjun watched Zhang Qinghe silently put Li Shaobai into the bronze coffin. The clumsy coffin lid closed slowly and leisurely, making a heavy buzzing sound.

It's really strange. It's clearly hidden in the gap between the sky and the sky, but this coffin still retains the original characteristics of matter and has not been diminished at all. People can't help but wonder about its origin.

His white clothes were fluttering, and he was not thinking about this. He was thinking about that rainy night many years ago, and the secrets that had long been buried in the dust of the years.

For example, the short saint in brocade clothes, and the tall old man who lights up a lamp and reads at night. They will eventually be buried by this mountain, and they will eventually level this mountain.

"This rain will finally stop, you two."

Wenchang Xingjun said lightly, as if he was reminiscing about something, but his emotion was only slightly revealed - the emotions of chess players are never given priority, except for the king general, even if he can get a "rook" that is large enough, in some cases When it's good, you can try to swap with others.

"I estimate that the movement just now should have caused a pot of porridge outside, which is used as an anchor point."

Zhang Qinghe wrapped the cold iron chains on the copper coffin layer by layer. The cold iron chains seemed to come alive. The Taoist texts imprinted on them suddenly intertwined with light and death, wrapping the coffin tightly.

There was a sword in his hand, which was the three-foot green lotus that had been with Li Shaobai for three hundred years——

Although this is a semi-holy weapon made of strange materials, it cannot carry a sword as stunning as Tianwai Kongwuyu.

At present, the lotus platform-like sword grid has been broken into pieces and cannot be recognized. The original sapphire-like sword body is full of bumps and cracks, and its original spirituality has been lost.

But underneath Li Shaobai's shocking remnants of sword intent, something else seemed to be slowly growing out, bursting out with a frightening Taoist charm.

Although he has not seen this sword a few times, he has known it for a long time - the sword that Lan Tian saved his life was struck by this sword.

Li Shaobai left the sword to him before leaving.

"Let me guess, sir's soul is already a candle in the wind, but this bronze coffin can not only suppress the alienation of the physical body, but also store the soul, waiting for his return from the years."

Zhang Qinghe expressed his inner speculation, and naturally he said this to Wenchang——

Guo Sicheng was a complete spectator from the beginning to the end, while Taiyin was too mentally exhausted and flew into his mysterious bag to rest.

"Why are you going to all this trouble?"

"For a road."

"road?"

"The right path."

Wenchang Xingjun stepped into the void and blocked Zhang Qinghe behind him. Obviously, no one present now thought that the old sage who remained was a problem.

The reason why deceased Zhao did this was just to have some communication with this old man.

His thoughts gradually recursed to not long ago...

"Old Xu, you have thought about it, right? Even if you let Shou Yongzi come out and just leave his body and find someone to take over, with his temperament like a clay statue in the temple, the people will not necessarily suffer disaster."

"This is also your handiwork..." Xu Huaijin looked at her obituary carefully, but there was no expression on it.

"How did you find out?"

"I have been with you for more than ten years, and I have figured out every bit of your characteristics. When Nan Tian came to see me, I knew that his family had already been in contact with Shou Yongzi."

"As expected of the fifth generation of Chang'an School, a wise man in this world."

Xu Huaijin ignored Wenchang Xingjun's compliment. In his opinion, no matter how thoughtful he thought, he could not see it as thoroughly as the person in front of him.

"It has been three thousand years, and no one knows except me. Even without Nan Tian, ​​Zi Pingzi's Immortal Forbidden City will not be able to maintain its control for thousands of years.

The shadow needs to be guarded by masters, and it accumulates from generation to generation. Even if these disciples can seal the lake of their hearts, they also provide a weak anchor for the one in the mountain. One day, it will come out.

The contradiction is irreconcilable, which is why generations of saints insist on going to the mountains...

If the Patriarch fails to see hope and insists on breaking the seal as the Daoguo Immortal Lord, even if it only lasts for a moment, he will be taken away by Wenchang Xingjun, and it will be an immeasurable disaster for the entire Zhongtian... "

Xu Huaijin thought for a while and continued.

"You once said that when Shaobai's father went up the mountain hundreds of years ago, someone from the Nantian family followed him up the mountain."

"yes."

"Is this also your arrangement? You provided them with a new method."

Xu Huaijin narrowed his eyes.

"Using one's own blood as the anchor point and the Heavenly Palace Dharma as the cornerstone, we can eliminate the filth of the avenue, create a pure human soul, seize the body and return to the human world."

"This method can save many people."

"Yes, he is just a "person" when he comes back. He is bound by fame and fortune, and will not cause much disaster. It is considered a stop loss.

Even if I fail this time, it won't be a big deal. "

Wenchang Xingjun tipped the jade cup, but found that there was not a drop of wine left.

"So? Lao Xu, you don't have to wade into this muddy water. According to this first step of calculation, the crisis in Chang'an School has been resolved, so why should you be willing to accept my calculations."

"Wenchang, everyone says you are very knowledgeable, so I will give you a compliment.

In my life, I have rarely spoken about big principles, but I can still tell you about the small principles of self-enlightenment. "

Xu Huaijin didn't drink alcohol at all. Seeing that his original body on the peak had long been burned, he respectfully bowed his head and shook his head solemnly——

"Xu Zi said: You can still retaliate for ten lifetimes, let alone a hundred lifetimes? A minister who does not seek revenge is not a minister, and a son who does not seek revenge is not a son!"

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"The revenge of the tenth life can still be avenged...Old Xu, are you satisfied?" Wenchang Xingjun looked at the shivering old man, the sadness in his eyes did not go away, but what followed was an inexplicable coldness. .

The old man raised his head tremblingly, revealing a pale face, his eyes were dull and lifeless, saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he was mumbling obscure sentences that were difficult to understand. Just hearing one word was enough to make ordinary people fall into trouble. Fear, hair in my heart.

It seemed that even if Shou Yongzi protected him and contained the alienation, he could not pull him back from his mad state.

"That's all. I forgot that you don't understand anymore."

Wenchang sighed softly——

"Right... Lord Xian Sheng Shou Yongzi?"

Xu Huaijin still looked dull, trembling and shivering, as if she couldn't understand Wenchang's words, but Zhang Qinghe's eyes lit up...

He had previously been surprised as to why Shou Yongzi had the time to protect Xu Huaijin despite the strange and uninterrupted situation at the hands of Wenchang Xingjun.

If you think about it carefully, if Shou Yongzi is really upright and upright, how can he do such a thing as sacrificing his descendants to protect himself?

"It turns out that this was the calculation... Or in other words, from the beginning, when Xu Huaijin came to the mountain, for Shou Yongzi, it was not just as simple as bringing Li Shaobai..."

Zhang Qinghe looked at the crazy old man in the void.

"Xu Huaijin is Shou Yongzi's third-hand preparation..."