Great Dao Ji

The setting sun dyed the sky red, and the light red light stretched out very long behind everyone.

"Teacher"

In Qingdu City, on the towering Fengshen Platform, Sa Wuling stood with his hands behind his back, facing the wind, facing the setting sun, his expression changing.

Looking at the back figure that was getting farther and farther away, which he could not even see with his eyesight, he felt an indescribable touch in his heart.

His spiritual practice had reached a very high level, and his perception of the world was far beyond that of other souls.

Infinitely close to An Qisheng of the past.

At this time, looking at the teacher who was going away, he felt a hint of ominousness.

This farewell,

This farewell

"Teacher, are you really sure?"

Sa Wuling murmured to himself, feeling a little empty in his heart.

He wanted to keep up with the teacher, but he had to stay here.

Because he came back this time to replace the teacher to guard Qingdu.

In other words, to attract the peeping in the dark, which seemed to be there and not there, but was real.

It was not until this moment that he understood why his teacher did not leave Qingdu City.

Not unwilling, but unable

Only he, who was of the same lineage as him, could achieve the effect of being indistinguishable from the real thing in the special aura of the Conferred God Platform.

But he could not leave the Conferred God Platform.

Otherwise, he would be discovered and all his efforts would fail.

Therefore, even if he had many thoughts in his mind, he still suppressed them.

He sat down, facing due south, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to practice.

Qingdu is the best place, and it is also the place where An Qisheng sat cross-legged for 90 years. It is a good place for anyone who practices the "Tai Chi Dao".

He is no exception.

He is only a step away from a breakthrough at this time, and this place is the opportunity for his breakthrough.

Liangzhou.

Liangzhou is located in the border area, with poor resources. It is not noticeable among the 120 large states and 600 small states in Daqing. It has not attracted attention for thousands of years.

But in these ninety years, as the reputation of the Taiji Dojo spread, it gradually attracted countless monks who practiced the Taiji Ganying Pian.

Especially the former Taiji Mountains, which have become a holy place in the minds of many people.

Even without any instructions from the Taiji Dojo, many practitioners have spontaneously built palaces in the Taiji Mountains to worship the ancestors.

Later, this attracted the attention of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory and reported to Ye Xiaoyi.

After Ye Xiaoyi consulted An Qisheng, he raised this place as the ancestral land of the Taiji Dojo.

In this way, the reputation of this mountain, Liangzhou, became even greater.

Because of the reverence for the ancestors, even without any instructions from the Taiji Dojo, Liangzhou and Annuo County have also achieved tremendous development in these ninety years that could not be achieved in thousands of years.

This made Liangzhou, a small frontier state that was originally regarded as a barren land by many other large states, stand out from the prefectures of the world.

Became the most prosperous place among the six hundred small states of Daqing.

Gradually, there is a saying that "big states go to Qingdu, small states go to Liangzhou".

The armored chariots under the city, An Qisheng's heart is also quite subtle.

This world should not have such things, because no cultivator will spend dozens or hundreds of years doing things that are of no help to their own cultivation for the convenience of ordinary people.

"I knew the changes in Liangzhou earlier, but it is not as good to be there in person in the deep palace. Master, your disciples are really thoughtful."

Seeing Liangzhou again after ninety years, Huang Gou was also amazed.

In the past ninety years, the changes in Daqing are not only the "armored chariots", but all aspects.

In fact, the first step in the implementation of the new law is the Xuanguan mirrors spread across many prefectures, counties, towns, and townships. Only through these countless Xuanguan mirrors can the government orders be implemented.

If not, how could the "armored chariots" throughout Daqing be successfully built in just ninety years.

"Respecting me as if respecting a god is not a good thing."

An Qisheng's expression did not change, and he seemed to have no joy.

The Qi seed replaces the aura of heaven and earth, and then spreads the heaven and earth, providing the world with cultivation. To a certain extent, all the people who practice Tai Chi in the world are his disciples.

He had to admit this.

But because the practitioners in the world depend on him alone, something that would never happen in the past cultivation world has occurred.

That is, there are already practitioners who worship him as a god.

"Why is it not a good thing?"

The yellow dog was stunned.

Wei Shaoyou and Yan Xiake were also a little surprised.

"If you regard me as a god, you will naturally regard others as gods."

An Qisheng's eyes were dim, and he did not say anything else, pacing towards the Tai Chi Mountains.

This matter may be a good thing in the eyes of others, but in his opinion, it is not the case.

The Qi seed takes the essence of heaven and earth and becomes the support of those who practice Tai Chi, but he has not done anything in the 'Qi seed', but even so, there are practitioners who respect him as a god and worship him.

What about the five spiritual forces of Taoism, Buddhism, demons, ghosts, and evil that span the heaven and earth, stretching for ten centuries and millions of years?

The meaning behind this is enough to make anyone palpitate.

"Others"

Yan Xiake and Wei Shaoyou looked at each other, puzzled.

But since An Qisheng didn't say anything, they naturally didn't dare to ask, and followed him with many guesses.

The Taiji Mountains, towering, stand on the earth, stretching for miles.

The palaces are built extremely tall, and there is no damage to the mountains and rivers at all. It is obvious that there are experts who guide them.

When An Qisheng arrived in front of the mountain, it was noon.

There is a constant flow of people in the Taiji Mountains, coming and going, and its bustle is no less than the popular attractions on Xuanxing.

"Xuanxing Wudang Mountain, the annual ticket price is enough to support a group of people. If this mountain also charges admission, it will probably not be worse than Wudang Mountain."

Looking at the people coming and going in the mountains, An Qisheng had a strange thought in his mind.

He has been sitting in Qingdu for 90 years and rarely goes out. Although the world's major events can't be hidden from him, he is not a human being, and it is impossible for him to know everything clearly.

This scene in front of the Taiji Mountains is also the first time he has seen it.

Not only him, but Wei Shaoyou and others are also amazed. Since ancient times, all the sects of cultivation have retreated to the mountains and set up various formations to prevent others from entering.

There has never been such a scene in the Taiji Mountains in ancient and modern times.

"Master, if they knew you were here, wouldn't it be a lot of fun?"

The yellow dog on An Qisheng's shoulder was a little eager to try.

It didn't care much about the praise from the world, nor did it think it was its own achievement. In fact, it had done nothing in the ninety years in the palace.

The only thing it did was not to drag its feet.

Moreover, it was not dissatisfied with its abdication, but felt a sense of relief as if it had escaped from a cage.

Being an emperor?

How could it be as comfortable as being a dog?

"Don't make trouble."

An Qisheng patted the dog's head lightly, and his eyes shifted, but fell on a thatched cottage in front of the mountain.

It was an ordinary thatched cottage, but it looked extraordinary because it was built in front of the Taiji Mountains.

Huh~

When An Qisheng lowered his eyes, the door of the thatched cottage was slowly pushed open.

A young Taoist in a blue Taoist robe walked out slowly, and an old monk with white beard and eyebrows followed him closely.

Walking towards An Qisheng on the side of the road.

"This Taoist"

Wei Shaoyou frowned slightly, a little surprised in his heart, who is this person, and he actually knows their itinerary?

Not to mention that the Heavenly Secrets of the Tenth Era of the Emperor Heaven were in disorder, the power of the innate calculations could not be exerted to one tenth. Even if the Heavenly Secrets were not in disorder, with the cultivation of his own ancestors, few people in the world could calculate his whereabouts.

"Jinlou Yuque Jue? A lost skill of Liangzhou Jinzhong Tower?"

Yan Xiake, on the other hand, saw the origin of the Taoist priest.

"Little Taoist priest, you are very patient."

Looking at the young Taoist priest who was walking slowly, An Qisheng's eyes moved and he sighed softly:

"It's a pity for your teacher."

The young Taoist priest was Mingxin, the little Taoist boy in the Jinzhong Tower. His master, Changlin Taoist, once ventured into the underworld because of his life span, but ultimately failed.

In the end, he was given an extra sixty years of life because he built a hut for Xie Qiyi.

A pity, it was only a sixty years of life.

More than twenty years ago, he felt something in his heart and sent an imperial decree to make him the mountain god of Jinzhong Mountain, but he refused.

As for the old monk, he was a virtuous old monk who was once sentenced to leave the sect by Taoist Changlin and then captured by him.

The grudge between this master and disciple is long-standing, but there is no need to elaborate.

"Mingxin from the Golden Bell Tower, I meet the Heavenly Master."

The young Taoist bowed to the ground from a distance:

"Thank you for your concern, Heavenly Master. The teacher passed away peacefully without any regrets."

"Taoism cultivates this life, Buddha seeks the next life. Your teacher has learned a lot. If he cannot succeed in this life, he may not succeed in the next life, if there is a next life."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and asked:

"You have been waiting for me here for twenty-six years, day after day. I think you have something to ask of me?"

"The Heavenly Master has a good eye."

The Taoist boy Mingxin looked respectful:

"My master once said that the Heavenly Master will come back sooner or later. I am waiting here, but I want to ask the Heavenly Master to take me with him."

"It seems that your teacher has made a lot of progress after being possessed by the Seventh Master."

An Qisheng chuckled and did not ask how Taoist Changlin knew that he would go to the Netherworld, because for thousands of years, any soul would eventually go to the Netherworld.

To some extent, the Lord of the Netherworld is already a monument on the path of cultivation in this world.

Huh~

An Qisheng took a step forward and disappeared into the mountains.

Yan Xiake and Wei Shaoyou all looked at Mingxin Daotong curiously and followed him.

"Brother, although you made mistakes, you have served me for so many years, so it's time to make amends."

Mingxin Daotong looked at the silent old monk and sighed softly.

"I have committed many sins, how can I make amends?"

The virtuous old monk was neither happy nor sad, he just put his hands together, bowed deeply, then turned around, found a direction, and walked away step by step.

"The Buddha said that people should respect and love each other, not hate or envy each other. There is no connection between existence and non-existence, and there is no greed or cherishment. Always be harmonious in words and expressions, and don't contradict each other. Sometimes you argue in your heart and get angry. In the future, it will become more serious and become a big grudge."

Amid the Zen sound, dots of golden light flowed.

Then the scriptures dimmed, and his vigorous steps became sluggish, but his own magic power was dissipated.

"Alas."

The Taoist Mingxin sighed, then turned into wind and chased after him.

Since the netherworld lost contact more than a thousand years ago, few people have been able to enter the netherworld.

All the passages that could lead to the netherworld were closed.

Only strange places like the netherworld tavern have the road to the netherworld.

Ordinary people may not be able to find one even if they waste their lives.

With An Qisheng's ability at this time, he can naturally find it, but he doesn't need to look for it.

There is such a passage in Jiaoyuan Mountain among the Taiji Mountains.

That is a passage that Xie Qi, or Gu Changfeng, asked Xie Qi to leave for him.

That is, the dry well in Jiaoyuan Mountain.

Dong~~~

Like a boulder falling into water, vivid ripples rippled around the body.

Just a moment later, everyone opened their eyes again, and what they saw in front of them was an endless dark wind, a lifeless world with no life at all, and a dark world of color.

What I felt the same was the overwhelming coldness!

How incredible is this?

Not to mention the condensation of magical powers, even monks who are born to cultivate themselves are already invulnerable to water and fire. They will not feel the heat when bathing in magma, and will not feel the cold when setting foot on the North and South Poles.

But at this time, Wei Shaoyou and others felt the coldness, which was a strange coldness that completely ignored their mana aura.

Wow~

Like the waves of the sea, like the stormy waves raised by the strong wind.

In front of everyone, there was a deep and dead silence, as wide as the boundless sea of ​​death!

"Is this the legendary Sea of ​​Netherworld? According to legend, all the dead must cross this sea to wash away their sins."

Wei Shaoyou was amazed in his heart.

There are also legends of reincarnation in later generations, but no one knows whether they exist.

"Yes, the Netherworld Sea. According to legend, this sea contains all the sins in the world from the past to the present. Even if the real Yuanshen is contaminated by it, he will perish."

Taoist Mingxin's eyes also lit up.

Phew~

And as everyone appeared, a hazy mist suddenly dispersed on the sea of ​​​​dead air blown by the strong wind.

A small boat cut through the mist and floated slowly towards the shore.

Netherworld,

dead sea,

foggy,

There is a ghost boat with no one ferrying it across.

Good night everyone