I am immortal

When these six words fell, everything stagnated and the avenues continued to rotate as usual, but the existence that was invisible to the naked eye and beyond the reach of spiritual consciousness, called Qi Shu and Qi Luck, existed in the dark in an instant. It solidifies, and then there is an illusion of sudden pressure.

No, this is not an illusion!

It is a change in real existence, and these changes become clearer and more intense the closer you get to the place where luck is surging. The capital of Shenwu Jiuzhou is originally the peak of human luck, and there is that monk. Coming from tens of thousands of miles away, this fate suddenly became more and more agitated.

A raging wave of luck appeared under the Taoist's pen. This wave suddenly spread towards both sides. The Qi movement changed, stirred up, and dispersed like a storm. Qi Wuzhuo's sleeves and hem swayed violently from left to right, guarding the body. The bell under the eaves of the Tibetan room vibrated violently, with a clear and clear sound.

The big trees in the yard suddenly trembled and shook.

Three hundred leaves were scattered.

Lao Qingniu stared at the Taoist over there. Fuxi had already raised his hand, intending to pick up the Taoist and move the Wa Palace to another place, but at this moment he stopped his hand abruptly. He looked at the Taoist with both eyes, the golden light in his eyes surging.

This is? ! ! !

Um? !

Um? ? ? !

The little dragon girl over there was stunned and dumbfounded. Then she was blown by the escaping storm and almost fell down on her back. She sat down on the ground and almost fell over. She was dazzled and saw When the Taoist picked up his pen, his sleeves and robes were rolled up, the luck around him was rolling like a wave.

And he holds his pen like iron.

The tip of the pen does not move an inch.

This wave of air is already extremely intense, and the movement and changes of pure air hidden beneath this surface turbulence are even more unparalleled. What appears on the surface is faint, but what is hidden is far-reaching, spreading to more than ten thousand people in an instant. Here, at the gate of the capital, the compassionate monk stepped inside, his steps slow, but stopped at the next moment.

Pedestrians came and went freely around, and their expressions and expressions remained unchanged as usual, but the monk's expression paused, and his robes swung backwards, as if a huge force was suppressing him, as if The whole world was resisting and repelling him.

And in places invisible to the naked eye, countless threads are floating, the brightest among them, the threads that go up to the nine heavens are affected, but this subtle influence disappears in just a moment. Above the thirty-third sky, Antarctica The Emperor Changsheng had been playing chess calmly and never hesitated for a moment, but at this moment he paused.

The leader of the Thunder Department in front, the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder generalized the Heavenly Lord and said curiously: "Emperor?"

"It doesn't matter."

The Antarctic Immortal Emperor chuckled for a lifetime, withdrew his attention, and picked up the chess pieces with his fingers. His eyes fell on the world, but he didn't care much. He moved towards the nine-day chessboard in front of Ying Yuan. The fingers underneath moved slightly.

boom! ! !

The Tathagata of Infinite Life and Wisdom and Light steps forward.

The luck that had suddenly [collapsed and converged] and became extremely condensed for some unknown reason seemed to have lost its original suppression for an instant. His sleeves and robes shook violently toward the back, and turned into ripple-like traces. Even the skin on his face showed signs of being pulled towards the back.

But he seemed to ignore them.

Step by step, move forward.

Walk leisurely.

Walk firmly every step of the way.

For example, there is a person who raises his hand to push the mountain and moves forward step by step.

In the bookkeeper's room, Qi Wuhuo's sleeves and robe were rolled up, his luck reversed and he was forced to come to him.

He has learned a lot about Taishang's lineage of heart determination, Yuqing Yuxu's true biography, and the secret of Shangqing Lingbao using the mind as a method. He has been reading the files here for more than half a year, and he has gained something and realized something, but These gains and realizations were not enough to support him in writing out his thoughts.

What should have taken a long time to do slowly, but now there is no time to prepare slowly.

Forced by the situation, I can only write a little, just a little.

We always strive for the best and the most perfect, but unfortunately, everything in this world is never the most perfect.

Qi Wuhuo put pen to paper.

What he is writing now cannot actually be regarded as the style of the Taishang lineage; nor is it the true inheritance of the Yuqing lineage; nor is it the Shangqing lineage. The countless magical powers are just the characteristics of my heart.

What he practiced, combined with the secrets of the three schools, what he has written down now is not magical power or wonderful method. Strictly speaking, it should be a common part of the Dharma lineage of these three Taoist ancestors. This is the only way to obtain all three at the same time. True biography is something that can only be written by someone who has gone through many tribulations in the human world.

This is not creating.

Because the Great Dao itself exists there, it was there before the birth of all things, and it is there after the annihilation of all things.

This is just elaboration, but elaboration itself is already a great achievement.

The monk was so courageous, he raised one hand to resist all the fate of this world and moved forward step by step.

The flow of luck reversed, the trees rolled, the grass folded, Qi Wuhuo's Taoist robes were about to tumble, but the tip of his pen remained motionless as it fell on the paper and wrote the words.

[A name can be named, but it is not a permanent name]

boom! ! !

The previous opening was already at its peak, but this second sentence carried the majesty of the first sentence and followed the trend. This trend continues, but it has already gained some momentum.

The steps of the Tathagata Infinite Life Wisdom and Light suddenly stopped. This boundless destiny seemed to have turned into an incomparable Great Wall directly in front of him. The ripples on the skin and flesh on his face reached the extreme, and the flesh and blood When it was torn apart, a cut mark appeared like the edge of a sword, and the golden Buddha's blood flew out and fell to the ground.

Enter!

One step further, one step further...

Can't get in!

The Tathagata of Infinite Life and Wisdom and Brightness stirred up countless waves in his heart.

What is he doing? !

What did he do? !

The [Silk Thread] from heaven kept trying to control an incarnation, making him rush forward desperately, but the incarnation's instinct was no longer willing to take even half a step. The two formed an extreme conflict at this moment. In the sky, the threads invisible to the naked eye and invisible to the Dharma eye tightened at this moment.

Enter!

Not entering!

The Tathagata of Infinite Life and Wisdom and Brightness kept struggling in his heart.

The Taoist in the storage room was breathing heavily. Controlling his luck was extremely laborious, but these two sentences, twelve words, were like a general outline. He had already written down everything he had seen, understood and known during his journey to this point. After finishing it, every stroke and every painting was like holding iron across the mountains, which was extremely difficult and difficult.

By the time he finished writing this line of words, Qi Wuhuo was already exhausted.

Everything around him was dead silent, and Old Qingniu stopped talking. He looked at the Taoist and could see that he had reached the limit when he spoke the truth. There was worry in his eyes. As a mount that had accompanied the Supreme Being for such a long time, The two are masters, servants, and friends. Old Qingniu cares deeply about the Supreme Disciple.

"Wuhuo, are you okay?"

At this moment, he didn't care about the danger, and subconsciously wanted to go over and help the man. His shoulders suddenly sank, and then he couldn't take half a step forward, but Fuxi directly held his shoulders. Old Qingniu turned around in anger and said: "You!!!" What are you going to do?! If Wu Huo makes any mistakes, I will report it to Dao Ancestor, and you will not be able to do well either!"

But when he turned around with such an angry shout, he saw Fuxi's vertical pupils, with golden light burning inside.

Lao Qingniu saw complex emotions mixed with shock and ecstasy in his eyes.

It seemed to be admired and shocked.

That extremely strong emotion shocked the angry Old Qingniu, making him freeze and unable to move rashly.

At this time, Qi Wuhuo also felt that the incarnation of the Buddha opposite him had reached the extreme level. He raised his pen, his eyes glowed with golden light, and his Taiyi body was activated, and he took a deep breath. I took a breath, started writing again, and wrote the third sentence, which was also the limit at this moment.

[Nameless is the beginning of all things. 】

Taiyi is nameless, the highest, the only, and the beginning.

The trend is becoming more and more majestic and unrivaled!

The complexion of Tathagata Immeasurable Life Wisdom and Brightness suddenly changed.

The struggle in my mind came to an end instantly.

Back off!

One step is a violent retreat.

As the incarnation of a ray of spiritual thought of the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, he seemed to feel some extremely pure oppression at this moment. He seemed to have stirred up his instinct as a living being at this moment, and no longer approached the majestic and condensed Qi. transport】--

If we say that before this, as a Buddhist, we were like a struggling creature in the cold glacier flow, looking for a warm bonfire.

So now, he is approaching the warm light.

But I discovered that it was not a candle or a bonfire, it was a raging flame, the sun, a bright sun!

"Retreat, retreat quickly!!!"

"Why on earth did this luck suddenly condense?! Why?!"

"This is Dao Yun? What is this Qi machine doing? Why is it so powerful? Why does it directly disturb the luck of the world?! Why?!"

The Tathagata of Infinite Life and Wisdom and Brightness has countless thoughts in his mind that fluctuate wildly.

His speed was as fast as thunder, and his whole body was covered with golden Buddha light, traveling thousands of miles in an instant.

But he forgot that the path of luck is like the rotation of yin and yang, one ebbs and the other grows. If he retreats, the path will advance.

The Taoist lifted up the pen in his hand, moving slowly, pointing the tip of his pen outward, and paused.

The body of the Bright Tathagata of Infinite Life and Wisdom emits light. Under the wash of luck, countless threads appear on the back. These threads connect downwards to the Tathagata of Bright Wisdom and Infinite Life, to Buddhism, and upward to the thirty-third heaven. , deep into Yunxia and Tianque, I don’t know where I went.

As if it was the feedback of the mystery of luck and cause and effect, this scene was reflected in the Taoist's eyes with a slightly horrifying look.

In the vast human land, the monks and the Buddha's light are running like tiny ants, and white silk threads rise into the sky, densely packed, wide and empty.

"The Antarctic Immortal Emperor..."

Qi Wuhuo muttered to himself and paused while holding the pen. His state after writing these three lines of Taoist scriptures actually gave him an air of being invincible in the world. At this moment, even though the Buddha was far away, he still held the pen. , naturally pointing forward.

After a pause, and then a slight stroke, the boundless luck spread out at this time, and the ripples caused by the pen swept thousands of miles ahead in just an instant.

Just use the tip of your pen as your sword.

It's [cut].

Use the pen to wield the sword, and use luck as the sword.

when! ! !

After this stroke, it seemed that the tit-for-tat confrontation of luck finally reached its extreme. The bell hanging under the raised eaves of the storage room stirred violently, suddenly broke in the middle, and then fell to the ground.

And at the next moment, all the threads in the Taoist's eyes were cut off.

The old monk opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which turned into golden light and escaped far away;

And this sword seemed to consume too much. Qi Wuhuo could no longer sense the Buddha's escape. A huge feeling of weakness emerged. There was only an ordinary white paper on the table in front of him. This was the capital city. On a piece of white paper produced in another town, the pen in his hand was just an ordinary thing given to the Qingshui Yamen as a guardian of the history of the collection. On the white paper, these three sentences were written.

[The Tao can be Tao, but it is not the eternal Tao]

[A name can be named, but it is not a permanent name]

[Nameless, the beginning of all things]

Immediately, a faint golden light emitted, and luck was like fire. Although Qi Wuhuo had accumulated a foundation for more than half a year, it seemed that it was not enough to continue writing. After the Buddha left, he felt the thrill of this brief confrontation. , and unparalleled exhaustion.

I know in my heart that this has not been explained yet; but with the pen in my hand, it is difficult to write even one word.

People's voices can be vaguely heard all around, so close yet so far away.

That’s it, I’m tired.

Let's rest first...

Qi Wuhuo let go of his right hand, dropped the pen in his hand on the table, and sat down towards the back.

"Wuyu, Wuyu?!"

Lao Qingniu didn't care about anything else and hurriedly went up to help him, but he was half a step too late for some reason. He saw the young Taoist sitting on the chair, and for some reason, it seemed that it was the aftermath of the previous confrontation between Qi and Ji, maybe it was Qi. The wind blows when luck is blowing.

On the young Taoist's bun.

When the teacher led him to Taoism, he personally tied up his hair with a hairpin. The wooden hairpin that represented the supreme disciple suddenly slipped and fell in front of Qi Wuhuo. He was sitting on a chair, with his black hair hanging down. The words were flowing on the white paper in front of him. His hands were resting on the arms of the wooden chair. He was surrounded by countless Daozangs and had a profound aura.

Among the eight sceneries of the palace lanterns behind, a purple-gold flame slowly lit up, brilliant and magnificent.

This scene made Lao Qingniu subconsciously hold his breath, and after a while he said: "Wu Huo?"

"伱, are you okay?"

Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes, composed himself, and said, "I'm fine, Uncle Niu."

Old Qingniu saw that this Taoist only consumed a lot of energy and energy, but other than that there was not much damage to his foundation. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It's okay, it's okay. You're fine. What happened just now?" What?! What’s going on with this luck shock?!”

"Did the Antarctic Immortal Emperor's back-up staff leave?"

The Taoist looked at Old Qingniu and asked, and when he was about to answer, his eyes glanced subconsciously, then suddenly paused, and subconsciously said:

"Huh? Where is Emperor Xi?"

Old Qingniu had been asking questions, but at this moment he suddenly paused, and then a chill spread across his back.

He turned around suddenly and saw that there was no one under the old tree behind him.

Fuxi.

Missing?

Lao Qingniu's scalp felt numb.