Longevity starts from Liaozhai

In the boundless time and space, in a certain martial arts world.

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

The fairy caresses my top, knots my hair and grants longevity. "

The mysterious Taoist song floated into the secret room of Baiyunzhuang, the Shen family of the first martial arts family, and Shen Tianjun, who is known as Baiyun Sword Immortal, was retreating inside.

It is called retreat, but it is actually waiting for death.

It's not that he's in his twilight years, it's just that he failed to break through to the realm of refining gods and has exhausted his vitality.If it wasn't for the sliver of sword intent on his body to barely keep him alive, he would have been buried in the loess long ago.

Once the secret room of Baiyun Manor is closed, it is airtight, even if there is thunder and thunder outside, there will be no movement inside.

But this mysterious Taoist song happened to reach the ears of Shen Tianjun who was about to be buried.

After all, he is one of the most powerful people in the world. Even if the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, his hearing is beyond the reach of ordinary people.At this moment, he couldn't hear the source of the sound.

Shen Tianjun is very sure that the gate of Baiyun Cave has not been opened, and it is impossible for outsiders to sneak in.

Even the top-notch sound-transmitting kung fu for thousands of miles in the Jianghu would never be able to penetrate into the secret room he was in.

The secret room was empty, and the sound of Taoism lingered in it.

Even though Shen Tianjun doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he can't help but suspect that there really are some ghosts and ghosts appearing.

In his situation, there are gods, ghosts and ghosts in the world, which is really a good thing.

"The immortal caressed my head, and tied my hair to grant longevity! I don't want to be granted longevity by the immortal, but I want to break through the realm of cultivating gods, prolong my life for a hundred years, and see a higher level of swordsmanship. This life is enough." He thought in his heart. read.

As expected.

He felt a warm breath coming from the top of his head, as if someone was stroking the top of his head. The entrance between heaven and earth that troubled him was suddenly opened, and the realm of refining gods that he could not break through with all his life, was like a window. Paper-like.

His body, which had been exhausted from oil, was like dry soil, and it became moist again, and a new vitality gushed out from his body, thus continuing his life that had come to an end.

This is nothing short of miraculous.

On weekdays, his expression of emotion and anger was indistinct, giving birth to uncontrollable excitement.

He has always disrespected ghosts and gods, but at this moment, he is grateful to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and one of them must have extended a helping hand to him.

"I'm not a god."

A voice wafted from the secret room, just like the song from before.

Shen Tianjun's heart was shocked, and then he said in awe: "If you dare to ask who is your lord, Shen Tianjun will never forget the kindness of saving lives and preaching the word."

"People in the rivers and lakes have no names and no surnames. You can call me Daoist on credit."

Shen Tianjun rummaged through his mind, but he couldn't think of such a person as Daoist Credit in Jianghu.But the other party's means, like a land god, are unfathomable, knowing that even if the other party has some purpose in saving him, they are only grateful, and only dare to be grateful.

"Your grace for saving your life is like a mountain like a sea, Shen Tianjun dare not repay it, and please show it to me, how can I repay it?" Shen Tianjun nodded towards the void.

The voice floated into Shen Tianjun's ears, "I will credit you for cultivating the way of gods. If someone comes to you in the name of a credit Taoist in the future, you must agree to what he wants you to do. Otherwise, this Since I can credit you, I can also get it back."

As soon as the words were finished, the voice curled up and dissipated in the secret room.

No matter how much Ren Shen Tianjun asked, he didn't respond.If it wasn't for the vitality in his body to continue to break through to the state of ecstasy, he really thought it was a big dream.

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Surrounded by mountains, there was a melodious bell ringing in Shaolin Temple.

A faint ripple, like a breeze, followed the sound of the bell and mixed into the monks doing morning lessons in the temple.

With a shiver, one of the young monks opened his eyes.

Morning class is over.

Stretch.

The boy next to him blinked, "Brother, you fell asleep during morning class again."

The young monk named Yixin seemed to have his tail trampled on, looked left and right, and then tapped the little monk's bald head, "Jun Bao, don't talk nonsense, I've been chanting scriptures."

The boy named Jun Bao was full of disbelief.

The young monk stopped talking to Jun Bao, thinking: "This kid looks so dazed, is he really the incarnation of Zhenwu?"

The young monk was Qin Chuan.

Amitabha is a good means, forcibly let him become an incarnation for the first time, and fall into the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism.

When he was chanting sutras just now, his mind wandered out to see if he could have an impact on Amitabha's layout later.

This is a world of martial arts, but it is also a tomb of innate gods and demons. (end of this chapter)