Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

After the dojo was completed, Wang Yan quickly returned to the sect without any further ado.

"Ashamed, I couldn't help at all."

Liang Wuji said a little surprised.

After being seriously injured by Han Xiangzi, Liang Wuji managed to recover with the help of the gods of the Wanxiang Sect. Now he is living next to the Wanxiang Sect, but he is a little more cautious and careful than before.

This is not because the Wanxiang Sect is trying to make things difficult for him, but because of circumstances and human nature. Even Liang Wuji, who has been transformed into a god for many years, is not exempt from vulgarity.

Wang Ba said sincerely:

"Fellow Daoist Liang, if it weren't for this immortal tree lent by your sect, the promotion of the dojo might not have such a good effect."

Zhao Feng also said:

"You and I are brothers from two sects, so there is no need to be so polite."

Liang Wuji forced out a smile when he heard this.

Wang Hao saw it and sighed in his heart.

The Changsheng Sect surrendered to the Wanxiang Sect, but the relationship between the two sects was unusual after all, and it is indeed difficult to grasp the extent of their interactions now.

However, these are all trivial details, and Wang Hao did not want to say much for the time being. After informing Zhao Feng and the elders about the method of opening the dojo, he also told his own arrangements:

"I will leave the sect for a while, but if there are changes within the sect, I will come back immediately."

After hearing Wang Ba's words, everyone felt a little relieved.

Whether it was the previous battle between Zhongshengzhou and Martial Ancestor Wang Xu, or earlier, Han Xiangzi's sneak attack on the Changsheng Sect, they all felt deeply that the sect lacked top monks.

Although Patriarch Hui Yunzi is here, he is in deep sleep and may not be able to take action in time.

And Wang Yan is already considered to be the top person in the entire Jin Dynasty. Apart from Patriarch Hui Yunzi, there is no one who can compare with him whether he is his peers or the previous generation.

Therefore, with Wang Yan's words, at least they don't have to worry about being as passive as before.

However, Wang Ba's next words made them startled again.

"Everyone, practice well and don't strive to win. If you really can't do it, just wait and see for now... I see that this catastrophe is already approaching. If you don't recharge your batteries, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cope with it."

Wang Ba said solemnly.

All the monks were awe-struck when they heard this.

Wang Hao's current cultivation level is already at the pinnacle of the Jin Dynasty. However, even he is so solemn. How can everyone dare to underestimate him, especially since Wang Hao's previous predictions about the Changsheng Sect have been verified, so everyone has no doubts. Secretly interested.

When Wang Bao saw this, he nodded slightly in his heart, and then saluted everyone. The divine mark appeared, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Beihaizhou.

At the bottom of the Arctic ice abyss.

A divine pattern emerged in the dark cold wind blowing over and over again, and then a figure appeared in the ice cave at the bottom of the abyss.

Dressed in green clothes and standing with his hands behind his back, there is no doubt that he is Wang Ba.

"My little friend is here?"

Below, on top of the huge and ferocious tortoise head, the young-looking figure of Xuan Yuanzi quietly gathered, looking at the sudden arrival of Wang Ba with a smile.

Wang Ba also bowed to Xuan Yuanzi with a hint of politeness:

"Wang Ba has met the senior."

Xuan Yuanzi nodded with a smile, but then he let out a light sigh and looked at Wang Ba with a slightly focused gaze. He vaguely seemed to see something. He couldn't help but look strange and said in surprise:

"...You seem to have improved a lot in such a short period of time."

"Ashamed, I have only reached the first level of Dao realm now."

Wang Ba didn't show any joy when he heard this, he just replied with a slight smile.

After hearing Wang Ba's words, Xuan Yuanzi shook his head:

"No, I'm not talking about your realm, but..."

It frowned and then said:

"I don't know what to say, but I feel that you seem to be somewhat different from before... Well, let's put it this way, although you made rapid progress in the past, you still don't seem to have achieved the 'Tao'. Now, But it seems to already have the flavor of being ‘detao’.”

"Get the Tao?"

Wang Hao was slightly startled.

Then he suddenly smiled.

He understood what Xuan Yuanzi meant. The so-called Taoism, to a certain extent, means knowing the rules of how the world works, knowing how to apply it, how to learn it, and even how to use it for one's own use.

He has been integrated with the boundary membrane for more than a hundred years, observing and analyzing those black and white nodes day and night. Although he is only the first-level Dao realm now, he actually has a knowledge of the cultivation realm that far exceeds his current state.

From a high position, I naturally have a very clear direction for the subsequent practice.

From this perspective, Wang Yan has indeed "attained the Tao".

It's just a preliminary "enlightenment". The day he fully understands all the rules in the Ogura world, then he will truly achieve enlightenment.

When Xuan Yuanzi noticed the meaning in Wang Ba's smile, he was startled and couldn't help but feel a little more eager in his expression:

"Have you really 'attained the Tao'? How did you do it? You just turned into a god, why..."

However, Wang Ba did not hide his secrets. He immediately expressed his feelings and insights after his body merged with the world.

This is not only the practice of the Tao realm, but also the understanding of the underlying rules of the entire Kokura world, which is an existence formed by various kinds of 'Tao'.

Xuan Yuanzi's level of cultivation naturally felt the unabashed honesty in Wang Ba's words.

There was a hint of joy on his face.

However, not long after, its happy expression turned into astonishment and helplessness. Seeing that Wang Hao was still telling the story, it smiled bitterly and shook its head:

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about, that's all... I should be trapped here."

Wang Hao was startled for a moment, and then he reacted.

If Xuan Yuanzi could 'attain the Tao' and clearly understand the rules of the Kokura Realm, then with his level of cultivation and so much time, it would be absolutely impossible for him to still be trapped here.

However, the fact is that it was trapped in the North Sea for tens of thousands of years and could not escape. Even if the world was shattered before, it still could not escape.

"Whether one can attain enlightenment or not depends on one's fate and cannot be forced..."

There was a rare hint of complexity and envy in Xuan Yuanzi's tone.

Then he felt he had lost his composure and added:

"But whether you have attained the Tao or not is not that important. It does not affect your practice."

But no matter how I listen to it, I always have a sour feeling.

When Wang Ba heard this, he felt strange for a moment.

But he didn't expect that this expert who was trapped in Beihai would be like ordinary people at times.

Xuan Yuanzi suddenly lost interest in talking to Wang Ba at this moment, and casually pointed to the distance:

"Your Ice Dao incarnation is right there. You can go there. I still have some things to deal with."

After saying that, the figure disappeared directly.

Seeing this, Wang Ba did not hesitate and quickly flew to where Taoist Bing was.

"Fellow Taoist is here?"

Taoist Bing stood up to greet him with a smile.

Seeing Taoist Bing's smile, Wang Hao solemnly raised his hand and saluted him.

"I'm here to see you off."

Taoist Bing shook his head slightly:

"You and I are originally one, but now we are just returning to our roots, which is a good thing."

Wang Hao nodded, silently reciting the technique given to him by the fifth-level Haizhu before.

My heart suddenly became cold and indifferent, even almost absolutely ruthless and rational.

The body of the Ice Taoist also walked in front of Wang Yan, and consciously opened the Tao Domain, presenting all the secrets of the Ice Tao to Wang Yan's gaze.

Under the full care of Xuan Yuanzi, and with the assistance of the Zhoutian Star Chart in his practice, more than a hundred years have pushed him, who was already in the middle stage of becoming a god, to the level of perfection.

Under the stimulation of the Ice Dao Domain, Wang Yan's Xuanhuang Dao Domain also unfolded.

The collision of the two perfect realms immediately gave off a feeling of tit-for-tat. However, compared to the richness and breadth of the Xuanhuang realm, Taoist Bing's realm was still far behind after all, and was soon completely suppressed.

Under this kind of suppression, a slight fusion gradually occurred at the collision point between the two realms...

…

Zhongshengzhou.

In the newly built city.

A young man with a handsome face was standing behind an old man with white beard and hair, watching the old man laughing and chatting with a lame middle-aged sloppy man in front of him.

Listening to their conversation, he looked at the middle-aged slovenly man with some sympathy, and at the same time looked at the old man with his back to him with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

He never imagined that this true martial demon who was known to kill people and do all kinds of evil in the mouth of the monks in the sect... actually had such a tender and gentle side.

Even from a certain perspective, maybe this is the true face of the other party.

"...That's it, go ahead and remember to give me some when the harvest is done. I'll use it to make wine!"

"That's for sure!"

The middle-aged lame man nodded vigorously, then limped away slowly.

Looking at the back of the lame middle-aged man leaving, the old man slowly said to himself:

"A few years ago, when the true warriors invaded Yuanci Palace, Yuanci Palace had to mobilize the manpower of the major families below and mobilize various resources. The manpower of these families was suddenly stretched thin, so they robbed these mortals at will and sent them to While digging in the spiritual mine in the wild, his legs were casually severed by the monk who oversaw the work while he was too tired at that time... The monk probably didn't exert much force, otherwise he would have died long ago.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man behind him felt a little confused and couldn't help but say:

"Aunt Qin concentrates on her cultivation and neglects discipline. How could she have been like this if you hadn't pressed forward?"

The old man smiled and said without comment:

"Is it?"

The handsome young man suddenly said:

"Why not? It's just that you have never been around our Wanxiang Sect. Otherwise, you would definitely see that there are no monks oppressing mortals in our Jin Dynasty."

Hearing this, the old man shook his head slightly and asked:

"Is it true that only mortals in Dajin are human beings, and people in other places don't deserve to live?"

The handsome young man couldn't help but frown:

"That's not what I meant. I just want to tell you that there are good and bad monks. If you are angry at monks who are friendly to mortals because of those bad-hearted monks, wouldn't it be indiscriminate?"

"Then what's the difference between senior brother and those monks who bully mortals?"

"It's just that monks have become mortals. If one day monks are bullied like mortals, and then there are monks like senior brother who stand up and want to eliminate all true warriors, is this going to fulfill senior brother's wishes?"

"Or is this world just about who has the biggest fist?"

When the old man heard the words, instead of rising, he showed a look of relief and nodded: "You can understand these. It seems that you have been thinking about these issues seriously these days."

The handsome young man couldn't help but ask:

"Then senior brother, have you figured out the result?"

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head calmly, stood up straight with his hands behind his hands, and looked into the distance.

There, newly built cities, unique to mortals and true warriors, are rising from the ground.

His voice was slightly shaken, and he said quietly:

"I originally wanted to destroy all the monks just because of hatred, but somehow, now these hatreds are gradually not so concerned about me... I can't even remember what my wife looks like, but I still remember her name. She was pregnant with my child..."

The handsome young man was puzzled, but he still listened silently.

The old man said slowly:

"At first, I just felt that there should be no monks in the world, so I recruited mortals and gathered all the oppressed mortals together, taught them the Zhenwu Sutra, and taught them with all my strength. I hope they can lead the mortals to successfully resist the rule of the monks and let all mortals be freed from the oppression of the monks... I thought I was about to succeed."

"Isn't it?"

The handsome young man couldn't help but said.

The old man suddenly laughed, with a hint of complexity and self-mockery in his voice.

"No, I failed... After the True Warriors gained more powerful strength, they began to desire power, longevity, and superiority. These shortcomings that should have appeared in the monks also appeared in them."

"They... are no different from the monks."

"Even because they are closer to mortals, they know more about what mortals fear, and are more willing to bully mortals... In this way, they can show the difference between them and these mortals whose lifespans are almost the same as theirs."

"I am still alive, so everything has not erupted yet, but once..."

The old man did not say anything else, but the handsome young man already understood what he meant.

He frowned and said:

"All true warriors are born as mortals, how can they oppress their own kind?"

The old man looked calm:

"Is there no oppression among cultivators? I have gradually realized that once the strong have the power to suppress the weak, then the strong will easily move towards greater oppression, and even distort the conscience that should have existed. This distortion and change is not egg-laying, wet birth, or viviparous birth, but transformation."

"Anyone has the possibility of such a change."

"This is the alienation brought by power."

Hearing the old man's words, the handsome young man felt a shock in his heart, and vaguely, it seemed that he had grasped something.

"Besides, if you want mortals, or the weak, to stop suffering, everyone has selfish desires, like me, why do I look at you differently? Because you are the descendant of the teacher, even I can't avoid selfishness, how can I ask everyone to do that?"

"Unless you have no desires, how can you care about all living beings?"

"Just like the will of heaven and earth, heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs, how can they be sad or happy because of the life and death of mortals?"

The old man sighed.

So he couldn't get an answer, or he knew that this answer might never come.

The handsome young man couldn't help but fall into silence.

He asked back: "Brother, why do you have to tell me so much? Why have you taken me to see these things these days?"

The old man showed an admiring smile:

"I just hope that if you have the opportunity in the future, you can help me realize this wish."

The handsome young man frowned: "Brother, why don't you do it yourself?"

The old man sighed faintly and said softly:

"I... am too tired, maybe..."

Just at this moment, he seemed to think of something again, looking at the mortals who were building cities in full swing and excitedly, and suddenly changed his words:

"No, I will try my best to realize it."

The handsome young man was slightly startled and looked at the old man. For some reason, he always felt that the other party seemed to have made a decision that would have a profound impact on this world at this moment. (End of this chapter)