I am immortal

Taoist Mingxin, during these thirty-four years, has gained great fame in the world.

It has long been proved that the realm of the real person and his methods are extremely high. Some people have said that his Taoism is actually enough to survive the calamity and reach immortality. It is just that he did not take the last few steps for some reasons. In fact, his own methods and magical powers have already reached the level of immortality. It can no longer be covered by the realm of real people.

Over the years, three or five letters have arrived basically every year.

Qi Wuhuo unfolded the letter and read the letter from Master Mingxin. At the beginning, as always, he asked about the Taoist's physical condition, talked about the many insights he had gained along the way, and finally talked about how he met this disciple.

'In the original place of the Song Dynasty, the disciples walked into a mountain, so today the world is uncertain, and there are bandits in the mountains. A Zhuang was originally a resident of the village and town at the foot of the mountain, but was robbed and went up the mountain. The disciples went to find him, originally thinking that he would Suffering, but never thought that he would make those bandits confused with just one word.

‘This little guy said he wanted to teach bandits how to become knowledgeable bandits. ’

‘It is said that thieves also have thieves’ morals. ’

‘It’s called [Thieves also have their ways]. ’

'Those thieves and thieves were originally just strong men who defeated their troops and relied on their own strength to rob people and property. Not to mention the common people, even they themselves looked down on themselves to a certain extent. This little guy The guy praised them so much and pointed out that some thieves also had their ways. These thieves all made him their confidants. ’

‘And subconsciously followed the way of stealing the saint pointed out by this little guy. ’

'By the time the disciples went to find him, this little guy had already become the bandit's second in command. ’

'It really made the disciples laugh and cry. Later, the disciples caught all these thieves down the mountain and sent them to the government to judge their crimes. However, this little guy was able to escape due to various reasons. He was idle and casual, living a carefree life but with a certain magnanimity. He is my Taoist sect. Talent. ’

‘There is no one at home, but the disciple’s subtle tricks made him dumbfounded and envious’

‘The disciple will bring him to you. ’

‘I offer it with all my heart’

An idle young man?

Now the black-robed Taoist with gray hair on his temples and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes put down the letter, folded it in half on the table, and folded it into a flying bird. He opened his palms and let the bird fly away. Get up and fly around the big tree outside Shouzang.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the world outside. The warm winter sun fell on his body, making him feel a little warm.

Empress Wa and Emperor Xi were both there.

The old green cow was basking in the sun, and the Taoist monk Ran Deng was sweeping.

unconsciously.

Qi Wuhuo is already the oldest-looking person among the bookkeepers.

The dragon girl has gradually become familiar with her. She is sitting on the raised eaves of the collection room. She holds her chin in one hand and looks at the gray-haired old man below. She can't help but sigh and say: "Taoist, Taoist, what are you doing?" Are you already like this?"

"Taoist priest, Taoist priest, how come your Taoism has become worse and worse over the years?"

Seventeen years have passed.

Taoist Qi Wuhuo, who was dressed in black robes and had his hair tied up in a jade crown, shook his head helplessly. He just nodded gently to the dragon girl sitting on the eaves, and then walked in the sunshine, looking in the direction of Jimen. On the road Whenever people meet him, they will take the initiative to salute and say hello, with extremely respectful expressions. Even before they get close to Jimen, they can already hear voices talking about Taoism.

Looking at it from a distance, waves of humanity and cultural energy are rising into the sky.

How prosperous!

When these young people saw the Taoist approaching, they all showed respectful expressions on their faces.

They all stopped talking and narrating, stood up, saluted, and called: "Master."

"You're here."

The Taoist, who was wearing a black robe and had gray temples, nodded with a gentle expression and said, "Just keep talking, don't worry about me."

"yes."

The rest of the people responded and continued to sit down and talk, but with this old master here, how could they be as relaxed and casual as before? Everyone's expressions were somewhat solemn, their backs were straight, and when they talked about their understanding of Tao, their tone became much more solemn than before.

The Taoist smiled helplessly.

these people--

Some of them had heard him preach back then, and some were young people who had grown up over the years.

Ximen Dachong was already a thirty-four-year-old man. After saluting Qi Wuhuo, he waited until the gray-haired old man sat down. Only then did Ximen Dachong sit down by himself. The position he was sitting in was not as good as before. He was facing the Taoist sideways, with a humble expression.

He has lost the youthful anger he once had.

He is tall, with calm and sharp eyebrows. When talking about Tao and Dharma, he has already gained his own understanding. The way to practice requires step by step. Ximen Dachong naturally understood it a few years ago. The rhyme of Tao has been flowing, and he has an analogy to Taoism. The main level of cultivation realm.

It's probably at the level of [Innate Yiqi].

This seems commonplace.

But most people like Ximen Dachong who practice seriously have already reached this state.

Thirty or forty years ago, it was enough to open a Taoist temple in one state and one place and recruit disciples. Now, although it is not that it has become a common sight, it is indeed not as rare as it was back then. In this land, everyone has Qi in their body, and those who can make this Qi circulate and form a system on their own are considered to be one in a hundred.

Being born with one Qi requires serious practice, and it can be considered as a one-in-a-thousand state.

However, in one state, there are thousands of people with the realm of [Taoist Temple Masters] and [Temple Hosts]. The number of people in the world is even more uncountable. In the past, among the Taoist sects, they could already occupy a peak. The real people in the land are also appearing like a spurt compared to the past.

Compared to decades ago, this is an almost dream-like change.

Now that I think about it, the disaster in Zhongzhou that the Taoists experienced back then has reappeared in this era.

I am afraid that the assistance of the earth creatures is no longer needed, and even the luck formation in the human world does not need to be completely opened. In the past, masters at the level of Guanzhu were everywhere. There were several in one workshop, and there were dozens of workshops in a small city. There are more than a hundred squares in total, but these pure masters of Guanzhu can still be compatible with human luck.

This is already a very powerful force.

The normalized heavenly soldiers in the heavenly world are at this level.

However, over the years, people have gradually discovered that practice is difficult. It is extremely difficult to climb to the level of a real person from the innate Qi level, and there are still no talented people who can rely on Taoist scriptures to reach the realm of the immortals in the past. It is as if there is an invisible and invisible power. It's not qualitative, but it's like a real barrier.

The wind blew through the world, and the Taoist, with his gray hair on the temples, calmly stared at the nine stone tablets.

On the nine stone tablets, there are already many words, some are shallow, some are sharp, just a few words, not a chapter. Simply looked at, it is not impressive, but if you look at them as a whole, it is already It's a bit spectacular.

But, it's not enough——

It's not enough.

The royal tree in front of me has grown a lot, but its branches have not yet spread out.

After all, it can only be called a sapling. It has not yet extended and spread its branches in all directions. It has no green leaves like a shade, which is not enough to shelter it, and it is not enough to protect it from wind and rain.

There was no sound, but the luck of humanity seemed to have encountered a huge impact. A qi machine crashed over like a wave. The Taoist did not look back, but naturally tilted his neck. Then he raised his hand and grabbed the qi with his five fingers. The tea cup that tore the luck.

The white hair on the temples rises and falls.

The tea water in the tea cup was turned around once, but nothing came out.

"I really don't know whether your level is improving or declining."

The voice came from behind.

The scribe in green shirt lazily leaned against a big tree.

Looking at Qi Wuzhu sitting cross-legged in front of him - this Taoist seemed to have achieved a breakthrough before, but now his aura is weaker than it was more than ten years ago. Fuxi raised his eyebrows and walked beside Qi Wuzhu, cross-legged He sat down, looked at the stone tablet in front of him, and said, "It has been more than ten years, and these [swords] have not been cast yet."

The Taoist's answer was still slow but powerful, saying: "Soon."

The green-shirted scribe said: "I must remind you once again that you have already taken action before and intercepted one of Yu's secret tricks. Now the Antarctic Emperor has acquiesced that you have such a method. Next time he encounters an opportunity to deal with you, , I will never let it go, and I will make a move out of the imperial realm cleanly and neatly."

"After the human world is unified and the fortune becomes prosperous, the unstable fortune fluctuations like calamities will stop. When that happens, it means that even if I fight against each other in the Antarctic and the North Pole, it will be difficult to detonate this fortune. Swallowing the human world, that is to say, when the luck of the human world is at its peak and stable, it is the time when the human world and the heavenly world come into contact again."

"That's when the Antarctic Immortal Society comes to find you."

"Now you seem to be at the level of an Earth Immortal, with the strength of a True Lord, but your condition is still declining."

"The Qi of Yuqing remains in the human world, how can you resist the Antarctic immortality?"

"Now that boy Li Zhai has conquered the city, only one city in the last country is left to resist. When he succeeds, it means that you are one step closer to the crisis of life and death. Of course, if you are willing to stay in the world forever, , I’ll never go out again, it’s up to you.”

Qi Wuhuo didn't answer. He looked at the nine stone tablets in front of him.

The scholar in green shirt looked at the people discussing the Tao and said in a calm tone: "There is still a little bit of fire left. Although they have understood something now, it is not enough. There is still a little bit missing before they can transform. The pressure from outside , forcing them to transform."

Qi Wuhuo didn't answer.

He looked inside himself and found that among the five Qi, the human Qi was close to perfection, and even the ghost Qi and the earth Qi were also approaching this state. They were only a hair away from the final perfection.

After more than ten days, Mingxin came back with the young man who he said was lazy, but had a free and easy personality, almost Taoist. He went to the storage room and met the Taoist, the young man named Zhuang. He wears a gray robe, like an iron tower, and his hair is messy, and he doesn't like to tie it up, but strangely, it doesn't look disgusting and sloppy, but gives people a sense of freedom and ease.

Perhaps the reason for this is because of this young man's bright, clear and spiritual eyes.

Mingxin, who now looked like a young man, stretched out his hand, patted the young man's head and said:

"Calling Master Uncle."

Great uncle?

The young man looked at the Patriarch up and down, and saw that he was wearing a black scribe's robe, with a peaceful expression, his temples were white, and there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His expression was peaceful, and his hair was tied with a jade crown. Silvery white, with a warm and solemn expression, his eyes rolled around, he arched his hands and said freely:

"Ergouzhuang from Song Dynasty, I have seen this, this great uncle!"

People who come from ordinary backgrounds often take cheap names in order to make a good living.

Now the famous Mingxin, Xi Zhenren raised his hand and slapped the cunning young man on the back of his head. He put his fly whisk on his back arm, bowed deeply to the Taoist priest with white temples, and said: "Uncle Master, this is The child has the wisdom of heaven and has gained the freedom of Taoism. It is estimated that it will be difficult for the disciples to teach him."

"I also ask my uncle to accept him as his disciple and teach him."

The Taoist looked at the young man in front of him and saw a little cunning in his eyes. He smiled and said: "This child should not be taught by me. If you take him around the world, he will naturally understand. "

Ming Xin paused and said, "At least, please ask Uncle Master to give him a name."

"……good."

The Taoist with white temples waved the young man over, saying that he was going to do some divination. When he entered, the young man with cunning eyes naturally did not behave like that. He looked around with his eyes, and suddenly smiled slightly. After a pause, he said: "What is this?"

He moved his eyes away from the gray-haired man in front of him and looked to one side.

Folded there, there was a stack of dark blue robes, a wooden hairpin, and a sword hanging next to it.

This is undoubtedly the costume of a Taoist cultivator. The young man said doubtfully: "This is..."

The black-robed master in front turned around and said, "That one, that one is mine."

"Your?"

The young man looked at the gentle and solemn man in front of him. He was dressed in black robes and had a warm air. He seemed to be carrying endless weight on his shoulders. He then looked at the Taoist robes and swords beside him. He had a free and easy atmosphere. The black Master Pao looked at the blue robe and a sword and said, "I haven't worn this piece of clothing or picked up this sword for more than thirty years."

The young man said: "Really?"

"Then when will you put on your Taoist robes and carry your sword again?"

The black-robed master then laughed and said, "Haha, I don't know either."

"Perhaps, it will be very far in the future."

"Lifting the sword may shake the six realms of heaven and earth."

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "Bragging!"

The black-robed master didn't pay attention to the young man's willfulness. He just asked him to shake a hexagram and then unravel the hexagram. When he was unraveling the hexagram, the young man was sitting in front of him, but he still seemed a little unsteady and looked at the scenery outside from time to time. , sometimes in a daze, sometimes distracted. If it weren't for Mingxin standing next to him, he would have already lied back and moved away.

Mingxin stood dignifiedly, seeming to be more serious and caring than the young man, and said:

"Uncle Master, how's it going?"

The black-robed master looked at the cunning young man in front of him gently, and gently stated his life destiny:

"Take all things in the circle, and use the Tao to help the world, so you can't do anything; walk aside and don't flow, be happy and know the destiny, so you have no worries."

"The name should be [Zhou]"

Zhuang Ergou lazily raised his hands in salute, thinking in his heart.

Is he a person who is happy and knows his fate and has no worries?

He liked this comment very much, so he said more seriously: "Disciple Zhuang Zhou."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Mingxin often stayed in this capital for a long time, so the young man Zhuang Zhou also wandered in this city, often going to the nine stone monuments. He saw that his great uncle was often there, and he couldn't help but be curious and said: "Uncle Master, when will this stone tablet be filled with writing?"

"soon."

"How fast?"

"In a moment."

And during this period of time, a horse rushed from an extremely distant place.

A reply from the mighty King Li Zhai——

The last city in the human world has been conquered!

When the news arrived, Zhuang Zhou suddenly felt something. He turned around and looked at the white-haired uncle. He seemed to feel a slight difference, but he couldn't seem to say anything. He just felt that what he saw in front of him was slightly different. Uncle Shi suddenly became more harmonious.

Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes slightly and looked inside himself.

After seventeen years of spring and Autumn, he finally reached perfection in all five aspects of his body.

All have reached the supreme state.

Luck in the world suddenly changed, and a second thing immediately appeared in front of him.

Cast the last Jiuding.

The weight and symbolic significance of this last Jiuding are too heavy. Even if it has not been started or completed, it has already pushed the destiny of the world to a higher level. In front of the nine stone tablets, these are talking about spiritual practice. People with Hedaoyun are also becoming more and more enthusiastic.

The tree of Yuqing swayed and was full of vitality.

Jiuding's cultural context had reached its peak before, but now there is only one opportunity left. It only needs an external force to explode, and all the prosperity and heritage that have been nurtured for seventeen years will burst out and turn into boundless splendor. It is the so-called stone from other mountains, which can attack jade.

And what if this stone from another mountain is itself the most beautiful jade in the world?

The master with gray temples was in front, and the young Zhuang Zhou was walking lazily behind. As luck changed, the master stopped. Zhuang Zhou was curious and looked along the line of sight. He saw the people at the gate of the city scattering. Come, there are cheers and admiring eyes——

He has traveled through all the countries and is famous all over the world.

Thirty-four-year-old Qiu, with his disciples, appeared in front of the Master again.

………………

Treat the essence as essence, regard things as gross, regard accumulation as deficiency, and live alone with the gods indifferently.

The Lord takes [Tai Yi] as his reality, which means that emptiness will not destroy all things.

————“Zhuangzi·The World”