Journey To Longevity

Participating in the mystery of the Yuanhui, the Mahayana monk who has completed half of the practice of immortality, just an occasional exclamation, a slight breath, let Zhang Shiping, a junior in the Yuanying who has lived less than a thousand years, feel A sudden sense of vicissitudes of time and space replacement.

And in this short period of a few words, tens of thousands of souls were born from the void. Although the breath emitted by the lowest level has not even reached the Qi refining period, and the highest is only the transformation of the gods, but the number is large At a glance, it is even more densely packed, Zhang Shiping Yuanying's spiritual consciousness in the later stage can't be counted, but the two Mahayana venerables don't care about it.

The ghostly shadow of Shang Fu that was above the sky waved its wings lightly, and the ghostly light swept away. Suddenly, a bottomless black and purple vortex appeared in the sky, sucking those souls without karma into it, and sending them to rebirth. In reincarnation, the remaining ghosts are naturally unwilling and want to be reincarnated.

However, following Shang Fu's soft cry, these ghosts immediately lost consciousness, uncontrollably flew towards the gray clouds in the sky, and disappeared into them.

It's just that at the same time, alienated ghosts crawled out from under the clouds, one by one baring their teeth and claws, with ferocious expressions, trying to drag Shang Fu Xuying into the depths of the gray cloud.

And the next moment, when the soul emerged from the void again, I saw a long river flowing straight down from the sky.

There are countless flying birds "Yesun" circling on the river. They have a wingspan of about ten feet, black heads and white feathers without feet, and two long feathers behind their tails. They emit a faint fluorescent light all over their bodies, and occasionally make a few crisp calls. At first glance, its posture is almost similar to that of a crane, with a slender and graceful body, but on the black water surface, there are strange snakes covered in khaki.

Standing on a lone boat on the river was a boatman in coir raincoat and bamboo hat. He raised his head, and his originally illusory and blurred face gradually became clear, revealing a half-withered and half-glorious appearance. .

When Sakyamuni, the old monk, put his hands together, he also made the same movement, and a huge wave suddenly rose in the long river, involving the souls of the sky, and some of them turned into birds and flew into the sky. Put into reincarnation, the remaining ghosts turned into strange snakes and stayed in the river, unable to escape.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiping was silent for a moment. He also understood what the scene in front of him meant, but he still couldn't help asking: "Seniors, why is this?"

"It's just the duty we should shoulder as a Mahayana monk. Since the disappearance of the gods and demons of the world, that senior has rebuilt the Yinming and Huangquan, established the six reincarnations, and is in charge of the life and death of all beings. Now he is no longer here. It happens that this old man and I The Dao that the bald two have comprehended has something to do with it, and this burden naturally falls on the shoulders of the two of us." Shang Fu said calmly.

"It's a pity that the poor monk and this old bird have limited cultivation. It's only been 140,000 years now, and they are already a little bit powerless. The true spirit and Taoism have been stained by sin for nearly half, I'm afraid they won't last long, and I don't know. How did senior endure such a long time?" Sakyamuni sighed.

"What's the use of thinking so much? Before you and I sacrificed our lives and turned into Rahu, we made an agreement with Zhu, Mingyu and other fellow Taoists. We will only stick to three yuanhui at most. If they still can't find a way, then you and I will also do it." It can be regarded as my best. The way is different, and we will not conspire with each other after all." Shang Fu said slowly.

Then he looked up at the sky, shook his head, and smiled at Sakyamuni: "Youtan has prepared such a suitable body for you, do you really want to give up? If you miss this time, you may perish forever. A lifetime of practice has been turned into ashes."

"After so many years, the poor monk is also tired." Sakyamuni shook his head.

Then he stretched out two fingers and pointed at Zhang Shiping's eyebrows, and Yin Sheng instructed: "The old man Sanmu has exhausted his tricks, whether his exercises are "The Law of Enlightenment and Transforming God" or "Breaking the Evil". If you can’t practice, I’ll get rid of your future troubles today, and don’t be infected again. When you and I meet today, it’s fate, and this poor monk will give you a fortune.”

It's just that at the moment of touching, this world seems to be frozen.

Immediately afterwards, it shattered into pieces like a flower in a mirror, and the moon in water, and Sakyamuni suddenly appeared in the dark spring, and the snake woman suddenly appeared. With a cane in one hand, he held Sakyamuni's wrist tightly in the other hand, and said in a deep voice: " You should think it through."

"Zhu, the poor monk handed over the coffin lamp to you, not for you to use it like this. You have tried so many times, don't you understand the so-called fate and the reason why you can't force it?" Sakyamuni said.

As soon as he thought about it, dozens of rusty bronze lamps appeared in front of him, only one of them had a blood-red wick, and the blood flame flickered and flickered.

"If even you and I give up, then there will be no chance of turning around in this world. Right now I have got his evil thoughts. Even though this son has little hope, it is ultimately derived from his kind thoughts, and we must not give up." Snake Lady Said in a cold voice.

"The world of spirits should have been destroyed before the Twelve Yuanhui. The predecessors have already returned to the ruins, but they have used their own hard work to force the water, fire and wind of the world. For such a long time, why should you and I force it, let it go. Life and death Er, why bother to be happy in life and mourn in death?" Sakyamuni said.

"Three yuanhui, when the time is up, if we still have nothing to do, then... forget it." The snake woman pleaded with her crutch.

"Do you have the heart to watch senior miss the opportunity to become a fairy?" Sakyamuni looked up at the sky.

I saw the gray clouds all over the sky dissipate to the two sides, and endless black mist billowed outside the boundary, and the evil thoughts faintly leaked out made the three Mahayana monks present couldn't help but look awe-inspiring.

"Who can be sure if it is the chance to become an immortal? Whether the destruction of the Lingli and Linghua realms in the past was also his plan, are you sure?" Snake asked.

Shang Fu also stepped into the underworld, and asked with a smile: "Why do you need to be entangled in this?"

He looked at the endless sea of ​​blood in the distance, and asked slowly: "Heishan, are you really willing to call yourself here, watching your master suffer so much, can't you get rid of it?"

However, there was no response at all in the Montenegro mountain range under the sea of ​​blood, which was entangled by endless evil spirits and fierce ghosts.

Seeing this, Shang Fu shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, since you don't intend to let go, then forget it. Old bald head, let's go back, we can only wait for a meeting or two."

But Sakyamuni just looked at the snake girl quietly, but didn't intend to leave.

After a long time, the other party sighed, and said: "You and I each take a step back, the old body will not stop you, but you must not erase the thoughts in that kid's body."

"Okay." Sakyamuni said with a smile.

He appeared in the Nine Birds Mystery Realm again, and lightly tapped Zhang Shiping's eyebrows with his fingertips.

The next moment, a path of reverse spirit emerged from this Mahayana monk's thought, wrapped him in it, and disappeared in this world.

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PS: After thinking for a long time, this chapter of Xiaohuanjie will end here.