Rebirth Dominator

On a moonlit night, Taoist Qingyun came to the top of the mountain to exhale and practice as usual. He was the only one left on the altar in the huge square. The night wind passed by the campfire, making him look lonely and cold.

On this day, Taoist Qingyun rarely practiced as conscientiously as in the past, but stood in the middle of the altar and wandered aimlessly.

It seems to be waiting for something, and it seems to be making a decision, because the next time the gate of the mountain and sea world opens, it will be within a few days.

"Heaven and earth are cruel!"

"Take everything... as a... straw dog!"

"Saints are not benevolent!"

"Treat the people as straw dogs."

After Qingyun finished reading a few sentences in the Tao Te Ching, his words changed, his words became stern and his expression was ferocious.

"If I am not benevolent! What should I do?"

"Hahahahaha!"

"If I'm not kind!"

"What should I do?"

Taoist Qingyun seems to be questioning himself, and also seems to be asking about the world, and even questioning his heart of seeking Tao.

Taoist Qingyun stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the mountains, the city, and the lights of thousands of houses in the distance.

Spreading his hands, he turned around, and the wide robes of feathers danced along with him. He looked at the peach groves at the foot of the mountain, each of which was planted by himself, and the Sanyang Lake, which was like a mirror. Clouds and mist hang over the mountains and lakes.

When you look up, you can see a waning moon reflecting the sky, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, sinking and undulating.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, the vicissitudes of life, the world has changed, human beings and everything in this world, compared with the sun, moon and stars, are like a small dust, which is not easily erased by time.

At this time, Huangyang Mountain looks like a holy place on earth, a fairyland paradise.

He lowered his head and looked at Sanyang Guan, which was close in front of him. This place has spent his whole life, including childhood, youth, youth, middle age, and old age.

Finally, on the day when I was getting old and about to step into the grave, the patriarch recognized me and got the true teaching of Dafa.

An elixir can prolong life for a hundred years.

From then on, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and the avenue can be expected.

"It's a pity! On the road to the great road, every second counts!"

"Even if there are more than a hundred years, it is just a blink of an eye!"

"How did you find that way!"

"How to get that immortal life!"

Taoist Qingyun stood in the center of the spacious altar, looked up at the bright moon, and the cold moon's clear light fell on him, making him look even more lonely.

At this moment, there was a sound from the side of the stairs below, and Taoist Qingyun looked over immediately, and shouted sharply: "Who!"

Only a middle-aged disciple wearing a dark white inner robe ran up. He looked about the same age as Taoist Qingyun, but in fact, he was almost forty years younger than Taoist Qingyun.

"It's me, Master!"

It was Huan Ming, the personal disciple of Taoist Qingyun, the great apprentice.

"So it's Huan Ming!"

"It's so late at night! What are you doing here?"

Taoist Qingyun turned his head away, while Huan Ming stepped on the stairs and ran up, following behind Taoist Qingyun, this middle-aged man was as honest as a child at the moment, following his father adoringly.

"Master! This disciple has some doubts. I don't know whether I should say it or not!" Huan Ming was silent for a long time. Taoist Qingyun seemed to be preoccupied and didn't pay attention to him. After hesitating, he finally spoke.

"Why don't you talk about it? How can you cultivate the true way if you falter and falter like this!" Taoist Qingyun reprimanded.

Huan Ming gritted his teeth and immediately asked: "Master! What I want to say is!"

"Why? Why is this true golden talisman devouring my strength, as if it's not me who is cultivating this talisman into a true Dao talisman, but he is cultivating me into a true Dao talisman!"

"I also asked my senior brothers. They didn't cultivate their spiritual power at all. Instead, the golden talisman was devouring their souls. Their souls became weaker and weaker day by day. Many senior brothers had problems and fell into a trap. Lethargy, deep sleep!"

"Master! The True Inheritance of Talisman and Dao that you have realized from the Yunhua Sutra, is it..."

"Is there any imperfection!"

Daoist Qingyun suddenly turned his head and looked at Huan Ming. His originally kind and kind face revealed some unclear expressions at this moment, and his eyes no longer had the kindness of the past, but showed a trace of superior indifference.

Looking at Huan Ming, it was like the bright moon in the sky, sweeping the dust on the ground.

Taoist Qingyun looked down at Huan Ming until he was trembling all over, and suddenly let out a maniacal laugh.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Huan Ming! You really deserve to be my first disciple!"

"It was discovered... so fast!"

Huan Ming immediately asked: "Master! Is there really something imperfect?"

Taoist Qingyun turned his head away, and walked slowly along the edge of the altar for offering sacrifices to heaven. Through a railing, he could see the bottomless abyss below.

"No!"

"There is nothing imperfect, perfect, simply perfect!"

"The Yunhua Sutra passed down by the patriarch is simply a scripture that directly points to the Dao!"

"There will be no loopholes!"

Taoist Qingyun said firmly.

Huan Ming opened his mouth wide, not knowing why: "Then why..."

Before Huan Ming could say anything, Taoist Qingyun immediately interrupted him: "That's because! This golden talisman is to cultivate you into a talisman!"

As soon as these words were uttered, Huan Ming was shocked immediately, looking at his master Taoist Qingyun in disbelief.

"How come...Master..."

"Why are you doing this!"

Huan Ming opened his mouth, his words were trembling, looking at Taoist Qingyun's back, he couldn't believe it, these were the words of his kind-hearted master who valued peace.

Taoist Qingyun stood on the top of the mountain, with his hands on the railing, looking into the distance, his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Naturally, it is for the sake of cultivating the Dao!"

"Turn into a golden talisman true seed, and help me break the path to Taoism!"

Taoist Qingyun suddenly turned his head, his eyes were as cold as ice, and at night, his face looked like an evil ghost.

Suddenly Huan Chen was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and backed away again and again.

Huan Chen seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world, and his whole body was frightened instantly.

"no no!"

"Who are you!"

"You are not Master! Who are you!"

He couldn't believe that it was his master, Taoist Qingyun who had always admired him like his father. He wanted to escape from here, but before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of light, and Huan Ming froze all of a sudden.

"Pfft!"

A sharp long sword pierced through Huan Chen's chest. On the long sword, engraved with seal characters and talismans, it also shone with the light of magic weapons. As the long sword pierced through Huan Chen's chest, a smear of black along the Scattered with the skin.

The power of the death curse spread along the long sword and spread to the whole body.

Huan Chen tightly grasped the long sword, allowing the blade to cut through the flesh and penetrate into the bones, staring fixedly at Taoist Qingyun.

"master!"

"Master!"

Huan Chen's shrill voice resounded on the altar of offering sacrifices to heaven, and blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, roaring at Taoist Qingyun.

"This practice...what the hell...is it cultivating?"

"Turn people into evil spirits!"

"Cultivate into a rotting corpse that has lost all emotion?"

During Huan Ming's words, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and his Taoist robe was also stained red with blood. He looked at the young face of Taoist Qingyun, and suddenly recalled the old face of Taoist Qingyun.

With that face full of ravines and hands, he led his young self along the dilapidated and muddy Sanyangguan trail at that time.

At that time, there were only a few people in the Sanyang Temple, a few brothers and sisters, and even eating was a problem.

But today, everything is available and everything is missing, instead, Huan Ming feels that he doesn't know him at all, everything makes him feel strange, and makes him feel at a loss as to what to do.

"What do you know?"

Daoist Qingyun stared at Huan Ming, this apprentice who was in love with his father and son, his eyes did not retreat or evade at all, his eyes were full of determination, just like the Dao he yearned for, going forward without any retreat.

"If you were me, you would be like me!"

"Go forward on the great road, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Tens of thousands of people are fighting for the front, just for the one way of immortality!"

Daoist Qingyun held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and pushed it into Huan Ming's chest forcefully. The edge of the sword penetrated inch by inch, and the tip of the sword pierced through the back, and blood dripped down.

Seeing Huan Ming's incomprehensible and unbelievable gaze, Taoist Qingyun felt even more annoyed, and roared fiercely.

"Ants!"

"Ants!"

"They're all ants!"

"Life and death, no one knows where to end!"

"In this case, why don't you contribute your strength!"

"Follow me and go see the end of the Longevity Avenue, the peak of eternity!"

"This should be your honor!"

"If it wasn't for me! Ordinary people like you, how could you have such an opportunity to see such a scene!"

The long sword passed through the chest, and as the power of the death curse covered the whole body, Huan Ming finally let go of the hand that was holding the long sword tightly.

"Is it worth it? Master?" Before he died, Huan Ming looked at Taoist Qingyun, and said the last sentence with dull eyes.

"Of course it's worth it!"

After finishing speaking, Taoist Qingyun swung the long sword vigorously, and pulled out the long sword.