Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 406 Returning to Qingxiao
Laojun Temple on Laojun Mountain, and there are monks in Laojun Temple.

In a Taoist temple, there was a monk.

That in itself is surprising enough.

However, this monk still likes to wear red clothes, which he does not change all year round, allowing others to point out and criticize him, he is at ease.

The blood-red monk's robe, imprinted with the monk's handsome face, is beautiful and strange.It used to provoke some flirting, but under the gentle and silent eyes of the monk, it gradually subsided, and after a long time... there was no trace left.

At this time, the monk was wearing handcuffs and shackles, but was carrying two buckets of water, and walked slowly on the mountain path.Although his movements seemed strenuous and faltering, there was no trace of bitterness on his face.

Instead, it made him feel more relaxed.Perhaps most of the things in this world are also like this. Painful things are done with a painful posture, and the result is only more pain.If you change your posture, maybe a little bit of external pain, just like the wind in the mountain stream and the flowing clouds, will disappear with a smile.

Suddenly the monk stepped on the ground, and more than half of the two buckets of water were spilled, and the other half was sprinkled on the monk himself.

The monk's robe, which was originally thin, was soaked immediately.

The cold dew on the mountain stream is heavy, and when the cool wind blows, the cold air will pour into the bones.

The monk seemed to be a little thin, shivering slightly in the cold wind.It's just that in this situation, he didn't seem to be able to laugh so much, and the gentle expression that hadn't changed for a century was also a little more serious.

"Your foot is not heavy, and it is not as fragile as you think. Even if you step on it, you may not be able to do anything about it. You knew this, why did you turn around, so that One foot in the air?" asked a cold child.

Daotong pointed to the monk's feet.

It was an extremely ordinary ant, unaware that there were two 'big men' discussing itself.

It stretched its tentacles wantonly, nimbly walking up and down the rocky path, carefully and quickly avoiding those wet places.

On the mountain road above the monk's head, the Taoist boy standing there was wearing a blue Taoist robe. The Taoist robe seemed a little old, but it was very clean, but some places lost a little color due to washing many times, and looked whitish.

Daotong held a whisk in his hand, although he was short in stature, he stood like a pine tree.

It's just that the look in Daotong's eyes is old, obviously his real age is not young.

The monk at this moment is still just smiling meekly, as before, as in the past, a strong sense of Zen rippling from his body.Anyone who sees it at this time will most likely call it a 'master'.

"I let it, not worrying that I will hurt it, but preventing it from hurting me. If I step on this foot, then I will not sleep well tonight, and I will be thinking about it for months to come. Compared with Now, I just splashed two buckets of water and wet my clothes, but what is it?" said the monk.

Hearing this, Xiaodaotong snorted coldly: "You have won the inheritance of the Buddhist school for the art of sophistry. It's just that the poor Taoist sees you...you are still such a deep-rooted devil. The poor Taoist has detained you for 99 years, and one more Years, that is, the expiration of a hundred years, the old Taoist, I still have to ask you, if you go down the mountain, what will you do?"

The monk smiled but did not answer.

Just looking at the two empty barrels beside him.

Xiaodaotong sighed.

"Almost 100 years...!"

"In the past hundred years, you have been humble, gentle, courteous, thrifty and kind in my Laojun Mountain. You have saved countless lives with your own medical skills, and you have often helped some nearby villagers, hunters, and woodcutters. , I understand in my heart."

Having said this, Xiao Daotong's eyes changed again.

"But the old Tao still doesn't want to believe you. If you are angry and protesting, complaining about others, or arrogant and contemptuous, tyrannical and unjust... I would like to believe you even a little bit of the old Tao, and I would like to guide you to the Tao, abandon worries, and help you realize Zen machine, it is not impossible to really become a generation of eminent monks."

When the monk heard the words, he clasped his hands together and remained silent.

His expression didn't change in the slightest.

"Little monk! If I don't want to lose face as an old Taoist, and imprison you for another hundred years, what will you do?" Xiao Daotong then said suddenly.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff and awkward for a moment.

The wind and fog wet the brows of the two. In the distant mountains and forests, the sound of the old ape's cry came.

The little monk stretched out his shackled hands.

The shackles were engraved with runes, and there was a striped road and silk thread, which took root in his arms, blocking his cultivation and limiting his ability.

Jingle Jingle!

The monk shook his shackles, the smile on his face deepened, and the Zen spirit became more concentrated, as if there was a Buddha light looming behind his head.

Suddenly, he exerted a little force.

The runes fell off like dust, and the restrictions rotted like dead wood.

"I've been imprisoned for a hundred years, but what does it have to do with you?" the monk asked loudly.

Just at this time, a sudden change occurred, the qi and movement were sympathetic, the wind gave birth to thunder, and the clouds gave birth to glow.

The chances of light and darkness gathered on the monk's face, casting hazy interlaced light and shadow.

Sometimes it looks like a Buddha, and sometimes it looks like a ghost in hell.

In the midst of flickering, clouds and fog surround the interior, as if a giant Buddha pressed his palm from the sky.

The ancient Taoist temple, amidst the unpredictable changes, shattered the eaves and cracked the corners of the walls.

Qingxiao Realm, Leizhou, Juyong City, Meng Mansion.

Meng Xinghe, the third son of the Meng Mansion, who was lying in the spirit summoning array three days ago, was scared away by the bear demon, and now opened his eyes suddenly.

"This is the new body that Chu Lingxiao found for me according to my instructions?"

Lin Xi felt the memory in his body, the long-lost feeling of weakness, which made him a little uncomfortable.

However, he didn't use any of his main body's ability to quickly raise the cultivation level of this physical body.

If he needed to act with a strong cultivation base, he would not abandon Chu Lingxiao's body and find a new one.

Everything is for better deception.

Of course, identity is not chosen at random.

The Meng family in Leizhou can be regarded as one of the relatively high-ranking cultivation families in Leizhou.

The ancestor of the Meng family has the cultivation base of the late Yuanying period, and he is the size of this Juyong city, so he can be called a sitting tiger.

However, the real reason why Lin Xi chose this identity was that it was clearly recorded many times in the ancient books he had collected from the elites of the Qingxiao world.

There was an ancestor of the Meng family who, when the fairy court fell, rose against the trend, lifted the clouds and flew up, went to the fairy world, and lived forever.

Taken alone, this is nothing.

Especially after a long time of polishing, the ruthless changes of the years, truth and legend, rumors and stories are all intertwined, and it is no longer possible to distinguish what is true.

However, once combined with the vaguely revealed messages of Monk Yun and Bai Xuan, and the message left by the immortal corpse crucified in the void.

The origin and identity of the ancestor of the Meng family, as well as the role he played in the event of the fall of the fairy court, are particularly interesting.

The Meng family hides secrets!

What came was not Lin Xi's body.

Just a new clone.

But for the time being, Lin Xi's main attention will still be on Meng Xinghe.

Although it is a clone, after all, it is also a clone split from the Demon Saint and Heavenly Demon. Lin Xi especially felt a lot of differences when he returned to the Qingxiao Realm.

From the perspective of heaven and earth aura.

This is a world where the energy level is not particularly high.

It can't even accommodate a real fairy.

Once someone has cultivated to the level of a true immortal, they will be kicked out of this world.

But the strangeness and contradictions are also in this seemingly reasonable setting.

Why is it that a world that cannot accommodate true immortals has the ability to forcibly exclude one or more true immortals from this world?
Lin Xi once came to this world as a true immortal.

At that time, he didn't feel the obvious force of crowding out, but felt that this world is to the true immortal, just like a small ditch is to the real dragon, it is difficult to use it, and it is difficult to do anything.

It will even be restricted in ability and restrict the release of ability.

As time passed, Lin Xi's horizons broadened again.

Understand that the living beings in the material world and the world itself are in a relationship that complements each other and completes each other.

If a real fairy is born in a world, then under the influence of this real fairy, the world will gradually upgrade.True Immortals are not simply energy predators, they will make the world thinner and weaker.

If a world is born with true immortals, then the world will definitely grow together with it.If this true immortal is a little more generous, then this world will become bigger and wider, and more and more true immortals can be accommodated.

Just like the cave world.

This world can be regarded as a level, it is not as good as the Qingxiao world.

But it can accommodate the true immortals of mountains and seas, and even after the true immortals of mountains and seas, there are still a few people who are qualified to aspire to the immortal way.It's just that the fairy road was cut off by the true immortal Shanhai with his own selfishness.

This is not the fault of the world, but because of the selfishness of human nature.

Feeling the world in a more subtle way, Lin Xi suddenly understood something based on his own experience and accumulation.

"This is a world that was originally very powerful, but was forced to shrink its quality and become weaker. The Qingxiao world I see now...is not its original appearance. It is even possible...it is not called Qingxiao at all. Night world." Lin Xi quickly came to such an unexpected conclusion.

"But...why, I can't see clearly where the passages connecting with the Qingxiao Realm are? Didn't it mean that the Qingxiao Realm is just a lower world of the so-called 'Immortal Realm'?" Lin Xi frowned.

Some channels suddenly sense the world and seem to be aware of them.

But when it comes to subtle identification and accurate positioning, they are blurred.

As if the previous feeling was just an illusion.

"Third Young Master! Third Young Master! You are finally awake!" A bluffing cheer interrupted Lin Xi's deep thinking.

A group of green figures flew across the empty square quickly, and then announced the 'good news' to the entire Meng Mansion with a loud voice.

Lin Xi suddenly had a headache, and all the memories about the owner of the voice came to him.

"Little Luoli! Shut up!"

(End of this chapter)