Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Zhao Mu walked to the window, flicked his finger towards the window, and the drink suddenly shot out from his fingertips.

call!

A cool breeze blew by, and the clear sky was covered with dark clouds in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, heavy drizzle fell across the city.

All the people who were exposed to the rain immediately felt refreshed, their fatigue was swept away, and many illnesses were even alleviated.

The only thing that makes people confused is why there is a faint smell of alcohol in the rain?

Just as the people were overjoyed and grateful for the blessings from the gods, several screams suddenly came from the front.

Everyone quickly looked around and saw a few people dressed as monks and Taoists on the street in front of them, helpless and screaming in fear, as if the rain was poisonous.

"Ah...how could this happen? Where is my magic power?"

"Damn it, this rain can actually seal our cultivation. What should we do now?"

"It must be that Zen Master Daoyuan was dissatisfied with us, so he punished us like this. How about we go back and beg for mercy?"

"No, it's just punishment now. What if we go back to anger him and make him kill people?"

"But……"

"Stop it, let's leave Blue Sky City first. Let's go find others and see if we can lift the seal."

"Yes, we can't come back to Blue Sky City anymore, so leave quickly."

Several people looked ugly, got up, supported each other, and walked out of the city.

The people around looked confused, wondering why these few people seemed to be suffering when everyone was benefiting from the drizzle.

In the tavern.

A gust of breeze blew and drizzled on the shopkeeper and waiter.

The two of them were immediately shocked, and the fear they had due to those monks disappeared in an instant.

The two of them burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you sir."

"Haha, it's nothing. Go and serve us some food and drinks."

"Yes, sir, sit down with the Zen Master for a moment."

The two immediately went to prepare meals.

"Why, the Zen master still thinks that the poor Taoist should not punish them?" Zhao Mu sat down and asked.

"No, fellow Taoist is right. The poor monk is indeed a little self-righteous. As a monk, how can he truly understand the suffering of mortals."

Daoyuan shook his head and sat down: "The poor monk just now was thinking that there are countless monks in the world, but there are very few who can sincerely pity mortals. On the contrary, most of them look down on mortals like ants."

"It's normal. After all, people are selfish. Since you have great strength, why don't you want to have status and authority higher than all living beings?"

Zhao Mu said with a smile: "That's why the poor Taoist said two days ago that the precepts are useless but useful. For most monks, they must be bound by the precepts of cultivating immortals, otherwise most mortals in the world will probably be enslaved."

"Yes, cultivating the Tao builds strength, but how many people can understand that cultivating the mind is the foundation of enlightenment."

"We are all mortals, and we only embark on the path of spiritual practice because of good opportunities. But if we look down on our origins, how can we talk about becoming immortals and Buddhas?"

Monk Daoyuan sighed: "Fellow Taoist, the poor monk has received a message from the sect, asking me to go to Shudao to meet up."

"In the past few days, the poor monk has set up a ban outside Blue Sky City to prevent this place from being affected during the Battle of Tree Island."

"But the poor monk is still uneasy, so if my fellow Taoist is fine, can you stay in Blue Sky City and look after the people in the city for a few days for the poor monk?"

"Sorry, Pindao has something to do and can't stay long."

Zhao Mu shook his head: "But Zen Master, don't worry. With your restraint, everything will be fine in Blue Sky City. What's more, a friend of Pindao is coming soon, and he will take care of Blue Sky City."

"Is it?"

Daoyuan was overjoyed: "My Taoist friend must be a master, so the poor monk can rest assured."

The food and wine were served, and the two chatted happily while eating.

After eating, they left the city together and headed to Tree Island.

The endless ocean, huge waves rolling the tide, ups and downs layer by layer.

And the huge tree island stands motionless in the tide.

At this time, more than 100,000 monks had gathered on the sea and sky around the tree island.

But most of them are small sect monks or casual cultivators.

These people have no intention of competing for the Three Lives Treasure Lotus. They just gather on the periphery, ready to take advantage at any time.

Only those standing in the middle, the six super sects of good and evil, and some people from superior sects, are today's protagonists.

This time, the people coming from both sides, good and evil, are all masters among masters.

After all, in the face of divine weapons, those who are not strong enough may be beaten into powder in the blink of an eye. They will only die if they come, so they might as well stay in the sect.

Zhao Mu and Dao Yuan flew over on white clouds.

"Fellow Taoist, why don't you go with the poor monk to meet the elders of the sect?" Monk Daoyuan asked.

Zhao Mu shook his head: "Forget it, the six major sects are here to compete for the artifact. I don't want to get involved in this kind of trouble, so I won't get over it."

Although he had already changed his appearance when he left Hanhai Country.

However, the people from the six major sects are unpredictable, and there is no guarantee that no one will be able to spot his disguise, so it is best to stay away.

"The poor monk will go over first."

"please!"

Seeing Monk Daoyuan flying towards the Mahabodhi Temple, Zhao Mu turned around and flew towards the crowd of casual cultivators.

He does not need to participate in the fight for the Three Lives Lotus. Next, he will start preparing his own plan to fake death.

Over the tree island.

The top leaders of the six super sects stood in the air, looking down at the tree island below.

Demon leader Li Wuguang looked at Ziwei Daoism: "Master Chixiao, your worshiper Wanyu Daoist didn't come? Why, didn't he quit Ziwei Daoism?"

"Humph!"

Master Chixiao said expressionlessly: "You, the Demon Sect, don't need to worry about the affairs of my Ziwei Daoism. I have already sent a message to Wanyu Daoist, and he will be here soon."

"Hehe!"

A chuckle came from Jinghong Sword Sect, and Liang Musheng mocked: "Master Chixiao, why do you have to explain to him? The people of the Demon Sect are afraid of Wanyu Daoist's strength, so they asked you."

"In my opinion, they were probably very happy when they found out that Wanyu Daoist didn't come, but you made them Everyone's mood has fallen to the bottom. "

"Really?"

Chi Xiao Zhenren looked playful: "Haha, so this is what the Demon Chief meant. I'm really sorry for telling you the truth. I should have lied to you just now."

"Humph, how could my Demon Sect be afraid of a mere casual cultivator?"

Li Wuguang's face was gloomy: "You let the Wanyu Taoist come and see how my Demon Sect destroys him."

"Okay, everyone, let's put aside our grievances and do business first."

In the Great Bodhi Temple, Zen Master Zhikong said: "Let's discuss how to fight today's battle? Don't forget, there is still a big trouble in this tree island!"

Everyone frowned when they heard it.

Monk Zhennian looked at Zhu Qincang: "Fellow Daoist Zhu, when you deduced fate three months ago, did you see the result of today's battle?"

"Seriously speaking, this battle for the Three Lives Lotus is secondary. Whether it will alarm the thing under the tree island is the most important thing."

"In the future you saw, was that thing alarmed today?"