Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Mangniu Mountain.

Outside the huge mountain gate of the mountain village, Niu Dazhuang was holding a Xuanguang mirror and was lying on a recliner, watching it with gusto.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps came from

Niu Dazhuang didn't even raise his head. He pointed to the inside of the village skillfully and said, "Are you here for the selection?"

"Go in and there is a knife on the square inside. If there is no reaction from the knife when you walk up to it, it means you have not passed the selection."

"There are many jade boxes placed next to the knife. Each jade box contains elixirs. Those who fail the selection can take a box of elixirs and leave on their own to form a good relationship."

"And if you can make the sword shine, it means you have passed the selection, and you can go to the top of the mountain for the subsequent selection."

"There is a wooden house on the top of the mountain. It is the magic weapon of Taoist Xuandu. It is guarded by the sacred dog Xiaotian. If you can enter the wooden house and pass the test of Senior Xiaotian, it means you have passed the final selection and are qualified to become Taoist Xuandu." disciple."

"If you don't pass the selection, you can still take away a box of elixir when you go down the mountain. Now please enter the mountain stronghold."

After Niu Dazhuang finished speaking, he continued to focus on the Xuanguang Mirror.

There have been too many immortal cultivators who have come to Mangniu Mountain in recent years, and he has to receive several groups every day.

We were strangers when we came, and when we left, we had only met each other twice, and we couldn't be called acquaintances at all.

So gradually, Niu Dazhuang became accustomed to doing things according to procedures.

When someone comes, he can just explain the situation directly to him.

It doesn't matter who the other person is, what he looks like, whether he is male or female.

Anyway, this is probably the only time everyone will see it in this life. Instead of wasting energy raising his head, he might as well spend his time looking at the Xuanguang Mirror.

And usually the cultivators who come here are too lazy to talk nonsense with him as a mortal, and will go directly to the village to do whatever they want.

But something is wrong today.

After Niu Dazhuang finished speaking, he found that the other party's footsteps had not moved and he was still standing in the same place.

"Do you have anything else you would like to ask?"

Niu Dazhuang raised his head in confusion and saw the middle-aged Taoist priest standing in front of him.

Although the other party's face was middle-aged, his whole body was filled with the air of decay and death, just like a waning old man with half of his body buried in the loess.

But the key point is that the Taoist priest's appearance actually makes him feel familiar?

Niu Dazhuang frowned: "Who is the Taoist?"

Fan Wujiu smiled slightly: "Master Niu Village, I haven't seen you for three hundred years, how are you doing all the time?"

"Who are you……"

Niu Dazhuang's eyes suddenly widened: "Are you Fan Wujiu, the national master of the Lianxing Nu Kingdom, the one who knelt outside the mountain stronghold to seek opportunities?"

The dusty memories emerged in his mind, and Niu Dazhuang suddenly remembered who the person was!

In fact, it was difficult for him to forget the person in front of him.

After all, Fan Wujiu was the first to kneel in front of the village gate, and he was also the only one summoned by the Taoist Priest of Xuandu for this reason.

At that time, when Niu Dazhuang had nothing to do, he often ran to the door to chat with Fan Wujiu.

I believe that if the brothers in the village were still alive, no one would forget this special person, right?

Niu Dazhuang suddenly felt sad.

Fan Wujiu's appearance made him think of his deceased brothers in the mountain village.

Three hundred years!

There are really many people who have long been buried in the depths of their memories and dare not think back.

Niu Dazhuang took a deep breath and looked at Fan Wujiu: "Master Imperial Master, how did you become like this? Why is the aura on your body so rotten?"

"I'm dying!"

"What?" Niu Dazhuang was stunned.

Fan Wujiu smiled slightly, as if he was talking about someone else's business: "I am about to experience the five declines of heaven and human beings, and I am about to die, so I went back to Mangniu Mountain to meet Taoist Master Xuandu for the three-hundred-year appointment."

Niu Dazhuang opened his mouth, shocked by Fan Wujiu's calmness.

He suddenly remembered the scene when he and Fan Wujiu walked into the wooden house on the top of the mountain.

At that time, Taoist Master Xuandu said that Fan Wujiu only had three hundred years left to live, so he gave the latter three hundred years to think about it.

Three hundred years later, if Fan Wujiu agrees to Taoist Master Xuandu's conditions, he can go up the mountain to meet him again.

Now it seems that what Taoist Master Xuandu said back then is absolutely correct. Now, three hundred years later, Fan Wujiu is indeed going to die.

What surprised Niu Dazhuang was that Fan Wujiu seemed a little too calm about death.

Yes!

Since Fan Wujiu came to Mangniu Mountain again, it meant that he had agreed to Taoist Master Xuandu's conditions.

In this case, Taoist Master Xuandu will naturally not let him die, so why should he be afraid?

Hey, I’m so envious!

Fan Wujiu is about to get the opportunity given by Taoist Master Xuandu, what about me?

How long will it take for me to get the opportunity?

The last gate of the "Six Paths of Heaven" will take another hundred years to be opened.

It seems that I still need to wait for another hundred years!

Niu Dazhuang sighed in his heart and looked into the distance, seeming to see the wonderful things in the rolling world.

He really wanted to go for a walk in the world of mortals.

But no!

He must break away from the world of mortals and continue to stay on Mangniu Mountain. Only in this way can he give birth to the best acquired spiritual roots a hundred years later.

Niu Dazhuang shook his head and looked at Fan Wujiu: "Master, please invite me. You also know the wooden house on the mountain. Maybe Taoist Master Xuandu already knows that you are coming and is waiting for you there."

"Okay, let's catch up later."

Fan Wujiu nodded, walked into the village, and walked all the way to the top of the mountain.

The breeze from the mountains blew by his ears, bringing with it the chirping of birds, which made his steps become much lighter.

After a while, he finally reached the top of the mountain.

The old wooden house was still located on the top of the mountain. It had been three hundred years, and it seemed that there had been no changes.

Fan Wujiu took a deep breath, gently opened the door and walked into the wooden house.

The familiar manor appeared before his eyes again. In the sparkling lake, fish swam freely.

The grass under his feet was soft and comfortable, and it felt like cotton wool when he stepped on it.

Fan Wujiu looked up and saw a big black dog lying on the grass under a big tree in front of him, with his eyes closed.

Fan Wujiu stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Junior Fan Wujiu, I pay my respects to Senior Xiaotian."

Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes and glanced at him: "You are finally here, I really didn't expect that you would really wait until you were about to die before coming."

Fan Wujiu was embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "Three hundred years of meaningless entanglement is indeed useless. Senior Xiaotian laughed at me."

"It's not funny, you just showed a normal reaction of a person. After all, it is really difficult to make a decision when you hand your mind and will over to another person."

Xiaotian shook his head: "Wait here for a while, the master still has some things to deal with, and he will come to see you after he finishes it."

"Yes, Senior Xiaotian!"

Fan Wujiu promised, not daring to say anything more, just standing there waiting quietly.

Seeing this, Xiaotian thought to himself: "Three hundred years of confusion, once the inner demon is broken, it really becomes different."