Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 501 Everyone, Listen to the Dragon's Roar

"what happened?"

"Someone in the Central Plains is practicing the Way of the Ghost."

"Ghost Dao? Is this guy crazy? There are three thousand great ways, and all of them can lead to enlightenment. How desperate must he be to choose this dead-end road?"

"Have I offended you recently?"

"No, no, I'm not talking about you. You've become a ghost fairy, so you're naturally not within this scope."

"If you have any opinions about me, you can tell me directly."

East China Sea, Penglai Island.

Mo Yi's aura surged out, and in an instant the sky collapsed. A vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, and purple thunder was mighty.

The corner of Zhao Shouyi's mouth twitched.

"You are an immortal after all. You keep using this trick. Don't you think it's too much?"

Although the Ghost Immortal is regarded as the weakest in the fairyland, it is still a fairyland after all, and has long been unacceptable to this world. As long as Mo Yi leaks a little bit of his breath, the heavenly calamity will come in an instant. During the period of recuperation in Penglai Island, Mo Yi used this trick to trick him many times.

"Zhao Shouyi, do you think I'm going too far?"

Zhao Shouyi touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Lu'er came to see me, but it wasn't my fault. You heard everything I said. If I were that kind of person, Lu'er would have run away with me long ago."

Mo Yi looked at Zhao Shouyi who was unmoved and rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache.

"That's why I didn't throw you into the sea."

Mo Yi's voice sounded slowly, making Zhao Shouyi smile bitterly. Considering how much he valued Lu'er, it was very likely that the other party would do this.

"Then I have to thank you?"

Mo Yi snorted lightly and stopped talking. Recently, Zhao Shouyi had been recovering from his injuries, and Lu'er had been taking care of him in every detail. This made Mo Yi, who had always loved his sister, feel very uncomfortable. If Lu'er hadn't stopped him, he would have beaten Zhao Shouyi first to vent his anger. Even he himself had never enjoyed such treatment!
This was only because Zhao Shouyi saved their lives. Otherwise, if it was someone else who dared to be so ungrateful, he would definitely make the other person pay even if the other person was an immortal.

"The ghost has appeared in the world, this is no small matter."

As a ghost immortal, Mo Yi's understanding of the ghost way is far beyond that of ordinary people. He knows the power of the ghost way, and also knows its drawbacks.

"Back then, I had already reached the Mysterious Divine Wandering Realm. When I tried to revive Lu'er, I used countless methods, but in the end, none of them worked at all... I was desperate and accidentally found a book on ghost arts on a remote island in the East China Sea."

"That technique book recorded a secret method to revive the living. I didn't think much about it at the time. I simply speculated whether the technique was true or not, and then started practicing."

"Back then, in order to revive Lu'er, I didn't delve into this matter too deeply, but now that I think about it, the ghost technique book back then was probably deliberately created by someone..."

"How could there be such a coincidence in the world? When I was at my wit's end, there just happened to be an opportunity to turn things around."

When Zhao Shouyi heard this, his eyes narrowed, and his thoughts were like his three thousand black hairs moving in the wind. This world is huge and hides too many unknowns. Even now, he dare not say that what he saw the moment he ascended to heaven was all.

"You mean the current ghost arts were also deliberately created by someone?"

The reason why the Ghost Dao is called the Ghost Dao is because the cultivation methods of this lineage are mostly related to ghosts, and ghosts are related to death. Therefore, if this lineage wants to practice smoothly, killing is inevitable. If the Ghost Dao skills in the Central Plains are really done intentionally by someone with ulterior motives, then the other party's purpose may not be that simple.

"Judging from the current situation, it is still uncertain."

Just relying on a breath, even if Mo Yi had now reached the Ghost Fairyland, it would be impossible for him to determine the truth of the matter.

Zhao Shouyi stood up, looked west towards the Central Plains, and sighed.

"The peaks and ridges are like gatherings, the waves are like raging, the mountains and rivers are inside and outside the Tongguan Road. Looking at the Western Capital, my heart is hesitant. I am sad that the places where the Qin and Han dynasties passed by have all turned to dust. When the country prospers, the people suffer; when the country perishes, the people suffer."

Mo Yi glanced at Zhao Shouyi.

He didn't think that these words were said by the other party. Tao follows nature and responds to the times. Zhao Shouyi understands the heaven and earth and learns from nature. With the artistic conception of time, he can see thousands of years of history, understand the vicissitudes of life, understand the withered bones of beauties, and understand that things cannot be done.

"When did you start to feel sad?"

Zhao Shouyi lowered his head, his eyes wandering in the dark sea water. An aura quietly wandered around his body, which made people feel a kind of sadness as if their black hair had suddenly turned white.

Mo Yi raised his eyelids and quietly stepped aside a few steps, with a hint of fear in his expression.

"Time is not forgiving!"

This is a state of mind of time. Although this state of mind sounds beautiful, with the years passing slowly and poetry and wine being like paintings, the most beautiful flowers are often the ones with thorns.

In addition to the long passage of time, time is also like a knife. This knife is faster and more fierce than ordinary knives. Ordinary knives cut the flesh, while this knife cuts the lifespan.

No one wants to be hit like this. You can see that the reef under Zhao Shouyi's feet is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. This is the power of time.

“Life in this world is but a passing traveler in time and an inn in the universe.”

"Before, I was thinking of asking you to go to Tianqi. After all, my power has not yet recovered. But now I have a new idea. Maybe I have to go to that place in person."

Mo Yi was silent for a moment, then reminded him, "Tianqi is the capital of Beili. It is the place where the imperial court's luck gathers, and it is also the area where Beili's national luck gathers. The power of heaven and earth to suppress the saints is the strongest. If you are not careful, you will attract the attention of the heaven. Are you sure you have to go?"

Zhao Shouyi suddenly raised his hand, and the lines on his right palm were crisscrossed, just like the mountains and rivers in the world, crisscrossing. He said softly: "I don't know"

"But there is one thing I am sure of. After I entered the Return to Truth Realm, I was already alienated from this world. Our relationship has long been antagonistic, right?"

Zhao Shouyi clenched his right hand lightly, and the sea in front of him seemed to be lifted up by someone. The water curtain rushed into the sky like mountains rising from the ground. In the sky, wind and thunder were surging, as if the world was about to end.

"The world is like a tide and people are like water, how many people return to the rivers and lakes?"

Mo Yi looked at the mighty force in front of him that seemed like a natural disaster, his eyes flickering slightly. Although Zhao Shouyi was injured because of the heavenly tribulation, his realm did not decline but increased instead. Now with this skill, I am afraid that ordinary people who have returned to the truth will be far behind.

"I have been practicing Taoism for eighty years. I have been an enemy of the gods. I can no longer see the path taken by the ancients, but only see the changes made by modern people."

Mo Yi smiled casually. The dark clouds in the sky ahead had broken, and a ray of sunshine was shining. He practiced his way and did what he wanted to do. In other words, wasn't this just letting nature take its course, or was this also called inaction?

"Everyone, listen to the dragon's roar"

(End of this chapter)