Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

In the 327th year of the An Dynasty, there was a severe drought in the southwest, accompanied by locust plagues.

State government funds have been exploited layer by layer. Before the disaster relief food reaches the destination, it is all bags of floating rice, and the bottom layer is full of wood chaff and sand.

For a time, famine was everywhere, and the three southwest states were like hell. All the victims of the disaster ate their children, gnawed on the bark, and swallowed the soil raw.

A heavily guarded town, a group of desperate hungry people. The red eyes of hunger made both of them look like evil ghosts crawling out of the realm of hungry ghosts.

Neither party is at fault, but now they are all fighting each other to survive.

There were too many hungry people, the walls were broken in three days, villages and towns were slaughtered, and even food and corpses were eaten up.

Only Liu Xiu, the youngest son of the Liu family in the town, was able to survive the siege of the hungry people with the help of an old friend of the Liu family and an elder of the Tianji Sixiangmen.

"Uncle Wang, has this world always been so miserable? Or is it just now?"

The emaciated toddler stood on a hill where no grass grew. He looked at the endless dry land and the swarms of locusts flying past like dark clouds. Liu Xiu blankly asked the practitioner who smiled wryly. He couldn't understand this. The reason for everything that happened is why the three southwestern states suddenly did not receive an inch of rain for hundreds of days, and why the locust plague followed the severe drought.

"The sky and the earth rotate. It's cloudy, sunny, rainy and foggy. This severe drought is beyond the control of mere mortals—it's ridiculous to say that you, Uncle Wang, practiced Xuanwu Water Control Art, and I thought I could make a difference in this drought, but it's up to now Only then did I realize that since the heaven and the earth don’t give it to me, how can you ask for it? There is no trace of water vapor, and no Taoism can be created out of nothing.”

"Manpower is poor, manpower is poor."

With a long sigh, the still mortal cultivator looked up at the still cloudless sky, and looked at the corpses and bones everywhere. He lamented and murmured: "It is said that nearly a thousand years ago, there were still immortals and gods in the heaven and earth, who could call wind and rain. , move mountains and seas... If there are still immortals today, they must be able to change the world and end this suffering."

"Is it... heaven and earth don't grant..."

The young boy surnamed Liu repeated softly, his eyes revealed intelligence and determination that did not match his age.

"Since that's the case, then I must become a fairy."

Tianji Sixiang Gate, Xuanwu Altar Dharma Lord Wang Shoudao, brought Liu Xiu, a child of the Liu family, into the gate, and after a spirit test, it was confirmed that he possessed the "innate Taoist body" and was a rare talent in a thousand years. The name 'Zhong Ling' has been carefully cultivated.

Eight years later, Liu Xiuliu Zhongling, at the age of seventeen, cultivated to the peak of Houtian, the realm of a great master, and was able to pass on the core secret method of the Tianji Four Elephant Gate, the "Heavenly Thunder Qilin Method".

Three years later, the year of the weak crown.

Liu Zhongling became the thirty-seventh head of the Tianji Four Elephant Sect. The elders of the Dharma masters were all convinced, thinking that he had surpassed the sages.

Two years later, at the age of twenty-two.

Liu Zhongling sword pick Liuhe, invincible in the world, the Tianji Sixiangmen overwhelmed the other seven Daomen in Shenzhou, and became the leader of the Daomen.

Five years later, at the age of twenty-seven.

Liu Zhongling deeply felt that the five fundamental inheritance methods in the sect were behind the times, so he presided over the revision of the methods, rebuilt the inheritance, and created a breakthrough in compound Taoism and new applications of various Taoism.

From the day the practice ended, Tianji Sixiangmen hung his portrait on the side of the patriarch, and all new disciples had to worship him in addition to the patriarch.

——This is the first ten years after Liu Zhongling, the head of the Tianji Four Elephant Sect and the leader of the Taoist Sect, cultivated to the peak of Houtian.

But Liu Zhongling didn't care about these false names, and wasn't interested at all. Whether it is invincible in the world, or the leader of the Taoist sect, or the kneeling worship of the disciples, the practice of the three immortals... these are all bubbles for practitioners.

He still can't become a fairy.

"No, if I want to break through to the acquired peak and enter the 'innate state' in the classics, I must penetrate my whole body with aura, so that there is no flaw in the cultivation from the inside to the outside... I have reached the peak of internal cultivation, but the external To cultivate, I need the assistance of vitality from the heavens and the earth, so that my mind can penetrate the heavens and the earth, and I can feel the spirit of the heavens and the earth to grow."

"But the concentration of heaven and earth vitality is far from enough to support me to understand the spirit of heaven and earth and strengthen my mind and soul... The road to heaven is dead, this road is broken."

The personable Taoist sat in the main hall of the sect master. The invincible Liu Zhongling no longer made any moves, but no one dared to be an enemy to him. Now, his real enemy is not any tangible existence, but the world and time itself.

"I have reached the upper limit of this world. Although I can perceive that my limit is far beyond that, the environment does not allow it."

After countless attempts, Liu Zhongling finally determined that almost all inheritances in this world have cut off the way forward, and it is impossible to cultivate into innate.

Unless...he creates another set of inheritance himself. Create another set of Taoism that can strengthen the soul and control the power of heaven and earth.

But this is really too difficult, it will take time, and it may take the rest of Liu Zhongling's own life. You can't put all your eggs in one basket. With this in mind, Liu Zhongling went to various parts of China again to collect the classics of various sects, from the myths and legends of the ancient prehistoric times to the present.

He finally calculated that the rise and fall of spiritual energy has a regular pattern of ups and downs, and in this era, the concentration of spiritual energy is actually constantly rising, and the range of this increase is about ninety-two years to one hundred and fourteen In this range of years, it reached the peak.

At that time, even if he has not created a new method, he can still achieve extraordinary things with the spirit of heaven and earth.

"At least ninety years, or even a hundred years later..." Liu Zhongling, who is already thirty years old, stands among the mountains full of steles, and can see that the rocky land centered on it has been smoothed out with true energy , and there are countless densely packed characters engraved on it, which seems to be used to deduce and calculate some extremely complicated things: "The alternation of dryness and prosperity, the transformation of life and death, the exhaustion of a thousand years has reached the limit, so when that time comes, the world will usher in a great prosperity."

Touching his long beard, the Taoist asked himself in a low voice in doubt: "But can I live for such a long time?"

Then, Liu Zhongling smiled and said, "Of course I can."

The lifespan of a practitioner is just a breath of true energy. Ordinary people often joke that as long as they keep breathing, people will not die, but this kind of joke is reality for Taoists.

As long as the spiritual power of a great cycle keeps running, practitioners will not die of old age.

After confirming this point, Liu Zhongling once again had a goal and hope.

In the second ten years since he became the head of the Tianji Sixiang Sect, he studied the Taoism of other sects, learned alchemy, and fought with other sects who wanted to compete for the leader of the Taoist sect and the number one sect of heaven and earth. , Repelling heretic demons and monsters for the people of Shenzhou, and even fell into danger several times and was seriously injured.

Although Liu Zhongling's cultivation is the best in the world, the upper limit in the world is only the peak of Houtian. Everyone is a master of the peak of Houtian. If a few people beat one up, or sneak attack, even Liu Zhongling must retreat.

When receiving treatment, he was as indifferent as he was, and occasionally felt angry: "Hateful, these people are just mediocre people who blindly follow the old path of their predecessors. They have accumulated cultivation over time and reached the same level as me... If there are more A few people sneak attack, even if it is me, maybe they will die."

"But if I can become a genius..."

——Thirty years after reaching the peak of Houtian, Liu Zhongling was forty-seven years old.

Due to the lack of time, he cultivated the seeds of the next generation master of the Tianji Sixiangmen, and updated the Tianlei Qilin method. However, due to the emergence of the peak Acquired peak monster Thunder Eagle Wind Tiger in the northwest, Liu Zhongling led the team to the northwest without hesitation, killing the monster tiger with his sword, killing the Thunder Eagle, and bringing peace to the people.

The disciple who was also injured carefully applied ointment to heal his wound. Liu Zhongling comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, the more you use Lei Fa, the more you use it, the more you use it, the more you use it, the more you master and I have a deep understanding, and the new method has some inspiration." .”

"Wait for me to develop a new method to achieve innateness, you and I, master and apprentice, can help Wanmin more conveniently... Oh, you rebel, be gentle!"

"Okay, okay, Shouxin, come here, I'll heal your wounds, and by the way, demonstrate how hard you need to apply the medicine."

——Fifty years after reaching the peak of Houtian, Liu Zhongling was sixty-seven years old.

Feeling that his body was beginning to age, he passed on the position to his disciples and became the Supreme Elder to recuperate his body.

At this time, Liu Zhongling still remembered the oath and determination he had made when he was a child. He still tried to help others, and created a lightning method that specifically killed locusts and locust eggs, and wiped out the plague of locusts all over the place.

Based on this, he even got the canonization of a real person by the contemporary emperor of the An Dynasty, and there are living shrines all over China.

Although the new method could not be perfected yet, and the congenital achievements could not be achieved, Liu Zhongling, who was quite depressed when he heard the news, still cheered up for a while.

Until one day, he noticed that the first gray hair had grown on his head.

"In the sixties, the human body has begun to decline." Staring at a white hair in his hand, the Taoist still had a middle-aged face and sighed softly: "It seems that it is the injury left by the previous battle. It took a lot of my lifespan... I can't take such frequent shots anymore, I need to maintain my peak state, otherwise, I might not be able to wait for the recovery of the vitality of the world."

"The road to innate... is a long road."

——The 70th year of cultivating the Houtian peak, Liu Zhongling was 87 years old.

Wrinkles appeared on his face, and the half-black and half-white Taoist no longer left the back mountain of the Four Elephant Gate of Tianji. He stayed in his bamboo hut to recuperate, slowing down his movement and breathing rate to delay consumption.

"I want to keep quiet, and my mind must be stable. Agitated emotions will bring additional consumption."

"If it wasn't for such a big event as extermination, you wouldn't have come to me."

Although he said this to those disciples and grandchildren who respectfully sent him to the mountain, when Liu Zhongling's eldest disciple passed away and his disciple became the head of the sect, he still appeared on the stage, and after the funeral and the succession ceremony, he secretly told his disciples The spiritual bit weeps.

"Shouxin, even you are dead... As long as a practitioner is injured, will the limit lifespan be affected? It is Master, I am sorry for you. When I was young, I always took you to various dangerous places... I am sorry for you. ..."

Shedding the last tears, Liu Zhongling, whose heart was empty, felt an unprecedented peace in her heart. He doesn't have much to worry about in this world.

His parents and relatives had already died in the severe drought nearly a hundred years ago, and the Dharma Master Wang Shoudao who saved him in the past also passed away decades ago, as did the old sect master.

But now, his own apprentice has also left, and there is very little concern in the Tianji Sixiangmen, and even the concern for him in this world.

He didn't have any distracting thoughts at all, and his mind stepped into a higher realm.

——Liu Zhongling was 107 years old in the 90th year of cultivating the Houtian Peak.

In the quiet back mangosteen house, the old man covered with cobwebs, white beard and hair, and wrinkled face sat cross-legged calmly on the ground, no slight movement could be seen on his body, he was just like a stone sculpture.

Liu Zhongling who cut off all distracting thoughts and focused on maintaining the great cycle of spiritual power in his body just waited. Even the Tianji Four Elephant Sect seems to have forgotten him, or in other words, thought he was already dead.

"It's been ninety years, and the spiritual energy is recovering soon. I can't die, I can't die... Even if I can't become a congenital and become a fairy, I have to wait until the spiritual energy recovers. I must wait until that era..."

"Otherwise, wouldn't my life be meaningless?"

——The 110th year of cultivating the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Liu Zhongling is one hundred and twenty-seven years old.

"The emotion of looking forward to becoming a fairy is also fluctuating."

"The mood of waiting for the recovery of spiritual energy is also an emotion."

"A heart that cannot die is also a distracting thought."

"All troubles are cut off."

The shackles in the soul, the persistence in the soul, the fundamental foundation of being a human being was cut off bit by bit. No one knew what Liu Zhongling was thinking at this time, not even Liu Zhongling himself.

He has already forgotten and cut off too many things. Every time he gets rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart, not only makes his state of mind more clear, but also makes his temperament more inhuman and ethereal.

"But what's the difference between being dead and having nothing in your heart?"

"I have to... choose something."

"As the obsession of existence."

Even though his body was dry, like a mummy, Liu Zhongling still opened his eyes, those eyes were extremely radiant, as if light was blooming from his soul: "My obsession..."

At this moment, he recalled many things: Liu Zhongling recalled the determination of a child, the crying of countless people on the dry land, the pity for himself and the people, the unwillingness to this world.

Why is it not raining? Why is there a plague of locusts? Why are there snowstorms, floods and tsunamis? Why is there always suffering in this world?

Why...why is the vitality of heaven and earth always so dry, even if people use their whole life's efforts to obtain the qualification of "beautiful", they don't give it?

In this last time, Liu Zhongling recalled the doubts of his life, but then forgot all of them.

"I want to be a fairy."

Why?

It seemed that someone was silently asking questions.

But the Taoist couldn't remember anything.

Why?

Becoming a fairy... Do you need a reason? That's a fairy. Immortal, immortal, call the wind and call the rain.

With endless lifespan and strength, can...can...

What can you do as a fairy?

Whatever it is.

Time passed like this, and the 40th head of the Tianji Sixiangmen already had gray hair.

On this day, the ambassador of the new Emperor Anchao came to visit and invited the Supreme Elder Liu Zhongling to come out of the mountain.

"The Supreme Elder...is he still alive?!"

Even the Tianji Four Elephants Sect didn't know about this matter, because Liu Zhongling said before retreating that if it wasn't an important matter of destroying the sect, they shouldn't go to him - after so many years, they thought Liu Zhongling had passed away long ago, so they were still quiet Waiting for the back mountain, you will use that mountain as the other party's mausoleum.

And when the Tianji Sixiangmen came to the back mountain with the emperor's ambassador who claimed to have the medicine to prolong life, and when they found Liu Zhongling, what they saw was a human figure that was thinner than the corpse.

This figure is not dead yet. It even opened its eyes, shook the atmosphere with spiritual power, and asked suspiciously: "Extend...life?"

"Yes, this is the sincerity of the emperor - you are the most exquisite practitioner of Taoism in the world, and you are also a sage in this world. There are many problems waiting for you to solve. In exchange, you can get a longer life span."

The emperor's ambassador was a general with a strong sense of wood, and his body had blue wood grains. Saying so, he respectfully placed a bottle in front of Liu Zhongling.

As for the Taoist, who was so old that his voice was intermittent, he looked at the jade bottle in front of him, which contained a lot of vitality, then narrowed his eyes, and looked at the messenger: "Need...me... old man...what do you want?"

"You need to make alchemy."

"The magic pill that can make people surpass their lifespan, immortality and immortality."

When the general faced the other Taoists of Tianji Sixiangmen, he had a kind of arrogance and disdain hidden in the deepest part of his heart. He knew that he, who had received the gift, was not at the same level as these ordinary Taoists. He had come to look for the Supreme Elder who might still be alive, and he had looked down upon him at first.

It's just dry bones in the tomb. That was the first impression in my heart, but now, the arrogant general in my heart is more obedient than ever, because when facing this Supreme Elder who is like a pile of bones, the general can feel the power and blood in his body , even the soul, are trembling instinctively.

"Undead..."

Repeating this sentence, the old Taoist who had been sitting cross-legged for decades suddenly laughed, but the laughter revealed a kind of thin and ruthless indifference: "Deng Xian."

This word seemed to activate some kind of obsession, Liu Zhongling got up slowly - and at this moment, everyone present was shocked to see that he had not sat on the ground at all before, but was relying on his internal energy to move and float In mid-air!

Boom, the violent internal energy erupted, directly shaking the bamboo house, and the invisible hand of spiritual energy bound the flustered general envoy in the air, and Liu Zhongling's body floated like flying. At the end, there is a huge divine machine and wood energy spreading: "Interesting, interesting, before the spiritual energy is recovered, the divine tree has been born."

"What are you waiting for?"

The body has long since died, whether it is action or thinking, it is just a Taoist with one breath, uses spiritual power to arrange his clothes, uses his own spiritual power to vibrate the atmosphere, and makes a voice: "Messenger."

It looked into the distance, and said calmly, with a hint of pure curiosity in its tone: "Guide the way."

"Let me see, what kind of magic pill can make people immortal."

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