The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

"The heaven and the earth have just opened, and the avenue has recovered. This is a great opportunity!"

That year, there were fierce frictions between the East and West worlds, the rise of the female general of Qin, the birth of a sword fairy, the true Buddha in Fozhou, and the true cultivator in Dazhou. This is just the foundation of the immortal way less than ten thousand years ago. Powerhouses from other eras emerge in endlessly, as many as a cow's hair.

Except for a small number of local monks in the entire practice world, there are many people with profound Taoism.

It's just that everyone's cultivation base is not high, the highest is no more than the peak of Foundation Establishment, and those great supernatural powers can only exert the power of the Golden Core stage. However, the intensity of fighting skills did not decrease because of this, on the contrary, it became more cruel.

Because many methods cannot be used, everyone's fault tolerance rate has been lowered to an unprecedented level. In the past, when there was a way out, few people would choose to fight to the death. If there was no way out, they should do their best.

The shoemaker in the park is also a reincarnated person. His body is over 60 years old, with his mother on the top, wife on the side, children on the bottom, and grandson on the bottom.

It can be said that the cause and effect are profound, but it is not unsolvable.

The family is happy, but not harmonious. The old mother is sick and her life span is less than half a year, her wife is having an affair, her son is not her own, and her grandson is not even her son's.

Such a parent's short story is comparable to an opera on stage, even if he is used to seeing all kinds of life, he is still amazed.

Yang Cang sold his shoe repair booth and bought a lottery ticket with all the money, and the winning amount was 5 million. Originally, he planned to win the prize of 50 million, because he calculated that no one would win the prize, which meant that there was no cause and effect in it.

If he snatches 50 million people first, this is the cause and effect of killing his parents, Yang Cang is unwilling.

A celestial being once commented on people like them in this way: After calculating the cause and effect, but being limited by the cause and effect, they are like puppets.

It's hard to say, but it's true.

The immortal spoke out the predicament of Tianji Pavilion for thousands of years.

However, he can still afford a mere 50 million karma. The reason why Yang Cang really gave up is because he continued to count.

It's impossible to get five thousand. If you want this fifty million, you have to have an official spirit to protect your body. Otherwise, even if he has the ability to defy the sky, he won't be able to win the lottery by force.

Five million can be won, but there is a disaster of breaking the family.

If the son is filial, he will buy karma with money, and if he is unfilial, the five million will also belong to him.

The former remains affectionate, while the latter never gets along.

Yang Cang has calculated everything in his life, and he knows the cause and effect like the palm of his hand. He can easily cut off the cause and effect of these mortals, but there is no need to leave flaws for it.

If a few mortals influence his own way, or make him become enlightened, he doesn't mind making a move.

Can be done, but not worth it.

Yang Cang waited for a month, and his mother just passed away 10 days ago. His wife often leaves early and returns late. Five days ago, he counted that he was pregnant, and he died eight months later.

More than fifty births, death kalpa.

While the son and daughter-in-law were divorcing, there were roars and noises outside the house. A man and a woman had a fierce quarrel, and the whole living room became a battlefield.

Yang Cang sat in his room regardless, with no emotion on his face, quietly staring at the lottery results on TV.

At this time, a ten-year-old boy ran in, hugged Yang Cang with tears on his face and fear.

"Grandpa, I'm scared."

"..."

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you, are you not feeling well?"

"..."

"Grandpa, I'll get you medicine. If Dad says you feel uncomfortable, he will give you medicine. After taking the medicine, you won't feel uncomfortable."

Yang Cang looked at the child who delivered the Jiuxin pill to his mouth, his heart softened, and he sighed: "My child, I will pass on a formula to you, and you should remember it."

He won the lottery, and the 5 million grand prize instantly detonated the neighbors in the neighborhood.

The originally crumbling family suddenly became extremely stable, the wife no longer left early and returned late, and the son and daughter-in-law became very filial.

Yang Cang just shook his head and sighed, 5 million was added to his passbook, and he fell ill in bed overnight.

Everyone in the family was a little bit happy, but the unrelated grandson kept crying.

Under the guidance of his son, Yang Cang quickly made a will, leaving all his property to him.

A few days later, the family got divorced. The daughter-in-law asked for one million yuan, but the son refused to give it. The two quarreled again.

However, before their quarrel came to a conclusion, the wife also started to divorce, and demanded to divide the joint property of 5 million couples.

Yang Cang agreed, and the 5 million was divided into 2.5 million.

Another month later, the son and daughter-in-law divorced. The daughter-in-law received a divorce fee of 700,000 yuan, and the custody of the child belonged to her.

Yang Cang became more and more hypocritical in this absurd farce, and was finally admitted to the hospital. He was diagnosed with a malignant tumor and needed surgery, and the medical insurance reimbursed the cost of 30,000 yuan.

The son disagreed with the treatment, and the hospital sought the opinion of the elderly, and Yang Cang also agreed not to treat him.

Three days after admission, he was discharged.

"Dad, listen to me. I have a very good doctor friend who can definitely cure you. Don't listen to the hospital. You just know that if you cut this and that, you may not be cured."

"This is just a minor illness, just go home and take care of yourself."

"Am I right?"

"Um."

After half a month, Yang Cang faked his death and escaped, taking advantage of the disaster of getting rich and ruining his family, to eliminate all causes and effects without leaving any traces.

That night, he walked barefoot in the mountains wearing a shroud, and found a spiritual fruit by pinching his fingers.

A spiritual fruit enters the abdomen, and the five levels of Qi refining.

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Another three years passed in a blink of an eye, and the reincarnated person had already entered the eyes of the government.

The mortals in this life are no small matter, even Jindan is invincible, not to mention most of them are Foundation Establishment. But the reincarnated people are all strong men, and it is common for them to kill enemies by leapfrogging, let alone killing some mortal bodies.

And so a war broke out between mortals and the reincarnated.

Someone came to Yang Cang and asked him to join the gang to fight for the great world.

"How do fellow daoists plan to fight?"

"Kill officials, kill people, kill people."

"How can you win the world by killing someone?"

"Having killed enough people, it will naturally make mortals surrender. Now we have obtained the karma of the prime minister of the dynasty, and we will cast spells together to kill him on the spot!"

"The backlash of the national destiny cannot be stopped by foundation building."

Even Yuan Ying Da Neng can't escape the karma of billions of people. Maybe there is a trick to avoid most of the karma, but it is still not something that the foundation can bear.

Furthermore, the terrible thing about cause and effect is not pure luck backlash, but more about countless unpredictable enemies. One year, two years, ten years, a hundred years, mortals can't do anything to them, but don't forget that all strong men are transformed from mortals.

You never know if the ants you accidentally stepped on will stand in front of you thousands of years later.

"Shared commitment means that as long as you win this spiritual land, any price is worth it."

Yang Cang rejected the invitation. In the following half a month, a plague called blood red disease broke out in China, and at the same time, an illegal organization called the White Lotus Club ran rampant.

Half a year later, they lost, because the monks of the Immortal Era took the opportunity to intervene and exchanged some kind of benefits with the government.

Yang Cang has already figured out this situation, he will not wade into this muddy water, even if he wants to help, he will go to Shangqing Palace.

He hibernated for another half a year, during which time he walked among the mountains, rivers and terrain, picking up spiritual things that no one had found bit by bit. Although it is not as good as the government's spiritual objects, it can barely support the practice.

His chance is no longer ordinary, in an unknown place.

In the end Yang Cang found a piece of gray gravel with the word Pan engraved on it.

"The head of the ancient Tao, its name is Pan,"

Yang Cang found a feng shui place where all investigations could be isolated, and devoted himself to studying the gravel. This research seemed to have entered the vast ocean.

The endless way, the endless dharma.

You know, it's just around the corner.

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"The God-man has a name but no surname, and he knows it from birth, and he is self-satisfied with his creation."

In the dim cave, a sound echoed continuously, and each sound echoed five or six times when it hit the wall.

A ray of sunlight shines through the layers of green shade and falls into the bottomless cave. A figure appeared from the darkness, the half-covered phantom could vaguely see the tattered clothes, and only saw a palm that kept grabbing the ground

The fingernails scratched the slippery stone on the ground over and over again, making an uncomfortable sound of creaking.

The rest can't see anything, but fortunately, the angle of the sun can change. Another three hours passed, and the afternoon light slowly moved towards the mysterious man's face.

It was a face full of dirt, disheveled, and tranced.

Suddenly the face showed a strange twist, a deep dimple appeared on the fleshy face, and the corner of the mouth on the left side was upturned crazily, and at the same time, one of the two eyes was squeezed upwards, and the other was squeezed to the left.

A kind of madness that can be seen even from the face.

"Heaven and earth unite, coexist with Tao!"

"The Dao returns to the Promise, and the good fortune is self-satisfied!"

"Dao Zunpan, the sage of the Tao, the beginning of the Tao, the way of the way..."

Yang Cang roared almost madly, with a little struggle mixed in his voice.

The so-called insanity is actually his rare sobriety, and it is because of his extreme resistance that he becomes insane.

Soon he calmed down again, and continued to comprehend the endless Taoism. If one's cultivation base and realm increase bit by bit, one will surely ascend to heaven in time.

But for some reason, the closer he got to the Tao, the more frightened Yang Cang felt. Perhaps it was because the cultivation base came too fast, and it was so easy to comprehend that there was a sense of unreality.

It may also be that his Taoism is being gradually replaced. Even if it is a small spell, he can find a better one from the gravel.

Survival of the fittest is a natural principle, whether it is material or spiritual.

Even though Yang Cang tried his best to restrain himself from using it, every time he used any kind of Taoism, he couldn't help thinking of a better Taoism in his heart.

How long has this state lasted?

One year, two years, three years, or hundreds of years?

I have to find a way to counter him, the untold secret of Tianji Pavilion, everything goes well? There is a book of divination in the ancient Taoism. Can it be the Tengyun Jue that can travel thousands of miles a day? But the ancient Taoist gate has shrunk to an inch.

Why should I resist? Isn't this exactly what I want?

The Daoist way is vast and boundless, and it is the way of the strongest in the world. Mere comprehension is enough for me to break through to become a god, and in time, I can completely surpass those ancient gods.

There are ten gods and men, and I am one of them!

"I'm one of..."

The distorted muscles on Yang Cang's face calmed down again, and his face became easy-going and indifferent. The pupils also returned to the center, and the madness and obsession in the eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only ruthlessness and no thoughts in the end.

With one call and one call, the power of heaven and earth is attracted, and the real essence enters the body in an instant, and the three flowers gather on the top.

Yang Cang felt that he was infinitely close to becoming a god. In the previous life, he could not get the Dao and ascend to heaven, but in this life, he can get it at his fingertips.

He threw his head back and laughed.

"It's done! I've got the Tao! Got the Tao!"

Just when he was about to step into the realm of Taoism, his eyes were a little dazed, and he was still flipping through all the Taoism methods he knew in his mind, and finally settled on a method that could be counted as weather.

When he touched this little method, San Hua Ju Ding froze for a little bit.

In the spring of that year, Yu Fansu met a Taoist in Tsing Yi by chance.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi was half lying in the shade of a tree on the hillside, looking at himself lazily.

"Small magician, back then your master did the math for the poor, saying that I have no root or source, and I am not within the five elements. Now you say that I am already within the five elements, is it you or your master?"

"Xiao Dao is bold, and divination is better than the master."

The still young Shen Suanzi was full of confidence in his words. If his master was still alive, his butt would have bloomed by now.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi let out a clear laugh, and said: "Young people should be full of vigor, so let me ask again, how will I be with you?"

The fortune teller hesitated slightly, and then said: "One divination, I am better than a fairy."

"Oh? How about we compare?"

"Don't dare to compare with the elders."

"It seems that you are very confident. Just compare the weather today. Pindao will tell you first."

The Taoist in Tsing Yi pinched his fingers and said, "The sky is clear today, so it's a good time to go out in the green."

"..." The magic operator looked at the already clear sky, and was speechless for a while.

That's right, but isn't this cheating?

"Immortals have great powers."

"Xiao Dao, Xiao Daoer. Today you and I are destined, so I will teach you a Taoism."

Shen Suanzi received the teaching from the immortal, named Yu Tianjue. The name sounds domineering, but the actual purpose is to predict the weather.

But it doesn't prevent the fortune-telling man from bragging about the Pre-Heaven Jue whenever he meets people. Hearing this name, and the fact that it's a fairy teaching the law, most people will be bluffed.

Yang Cang raised his head slightly, only to see a Taoist in Tsing Yi vaguely in front of him.

He is plain and unremarkable, and there is always a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he can withstand the collapse of the sky.

"My little fortune teller, the sky is clear today, so it's a good time to go outing."

Yang Cang exhausted his last strength, raised his hand tremblingly, and counted with his fingers.

"The sky is clear today, it is suitable for outings."

He has a divine decision, which can be regarded as the weather. Dare to ask if the Venerable can compare it?

There is a small method of divination in ancient Taoism, which can also be counted as weather, but it is weaker than the method of immortals.

Obviously it is only a way to predict the weather, but it makes the Daoist method fall into an endless cycle, and countless Taoist methods are like a flood. But no matter how overwhelming the river was, in the end, there was no way to come up with a method that was better than the pre-prediction.

As far as forecasting the weather is concerned, the results of all kinds of methods are the same, but there are also advantages and disadvantages.

boom!

There was an inexplicable cracking sound, and the power of heaven and earth subsided in an instant, the three flowers gathering on the top dissipated, and the way of transforming the gods was like a building collapsing.

And his cultivation base also collapsed, from the peak of Jindan all the way to the foundation.

Yang Cang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was quickly sluggish, but his eyes shone brightly, like two blazing fires.

"Old Daoist, I'm alive hahaha! Ancient Daoist Head? Now I should be called Daoist Second!"