I am immortal.

Chapter 119 Why is it called the Supreme, and why does it kill the emperor!
Qi Wuhuo came back to Lianyang Temple after a few days away. The little Taoist was very happy, but the old Taoist saw the young Taoist, but he was emotional for a long time. When Qi Wuhuo went to clean the house again, the old Taoist was in the house Reading the Taoist scriptures, but still sighing, the little Taoist was very curious, and leaned in front of the master, and said: "Master, why are you always sighing today?"

"Didn't you say that sighing will make you old quickly?"

The old Taoist rolled up the Taoist scriptures in his hand, knocked the little Taoist on the forehead, and said in a bad mood:

"I've already lived for more than 300 years, and I'm already too old, so what's the matter?"

"Little Taoists handle the ball a lot."

The little Taoist propped his chin: "I'm only ten years old."

"After the new year, I will be 11 years old."

"hey-hey."

"When I am three hundred years old, Master will be six hundred years old."

"How low did your white beard have to hang down at that time? At that time, it was the white-haired Mingxin who pushed the more gray-haired master to go out to bask in the sun, and you could raise another little Taoist priest and raise him Two cats, um, let’s also feed two three-yellow chickens, just like Uncle Qi, one male and one female, in this way, you can eat chickens every day.”

"You can still have chicks hatching."

"Uncle Qi should have gray hair by then."

Young people's thinking is always very different.

The old man just smiled and didn't speak, his eyes were kind, the little Taoist shook his head clearly and said, "However, Master, why are you sighing?"

The old Taoist looked at the young Taoist in the distance, and after a long time, said:

"I don't know what he went through."

"Although he was in the world of mortals in the past, he still had an air of being out of the world; now, although the air of being out of the world is still there, he has an extra air of mortal life. In this way, he is truly [practicing in the world]. The Taoism of the scrolls and the Taoism have reached the Taoism in the world of mortals, which means that the realm is improving, but it is also the time to start facing many disasters."

"Seeing someone like him enter the world of mortals, I always think of me back then."

"I also think of how many seeds of cultivation are lost in the world of mortals."

"So sigh."

The little Taoist heard it in a daze, and then asked: "Will I also have that day?"

"Will do."

The little Taoist asked again: "Then can I walk back to the Taoist temple like Master?"

The old Taoist smiled gently, and after a while, he still replied: "Yes."

"What about the uncle?"

"Master doesn't know..."

………………

On the second day after he came back, Qi Wuhuo went out with his sword box on his back, and still went to fulfill the last wish of Tantaixuan's evil debt. Today's is the last regret, it is the last wish of the bodyguard, saying that he originally wanted to I want to retire with my wife and find a village to spend my leisure time, but it is impossible now.

That was a very strong woman.

Since childhood, he and the deceased bodyguard master have studied martial arts under his teacher.

It's a childhood sweetheart and a friendship from the same family.

When they were young and high-spirited, they also traveled together in the rivers and lakes, fought against injustices, and left a name.

Then get married, of course.

Facing her husband's departure, she remained calm and rational.

After Qi Wuhuo left, suppressed weeping came from the courtyard, extremely sad, this kind of sadness can be empathized, it hurts like a needle prick.

The young Taoist stood outside the door for a long time.

Sweeping the sleeve robe, the last line of text emerged, and then untied the bondage with the imperial edict, allowing the bodyguard's thoughts to stay here and accompany his wife. So far, the promise in the town at the foot of Helian Mountain has been fulfilled. Finished, the sky is still early today, Qi Wuhuo had nothing to do for a while, so he walked aimlessly.

Everyone suffers, and the world is never merciless.

When Qi Wuhuo was in the village, he stepped into practice for the first time, and when he saw the many people who were harmed by Tan Taixuan, he wrote down their last wishes with pen and ink. The regrets that fall on the paper are just a few pens and inks; when I finished the girl's regrets in Shuiyun Township later, I felt so many regrets and reluctance.

I also feel that this is definitely not just a few words, it is a person's life after all.

It is a lot of love and hatred in the world, it is regret and regret.

Later I learned the Buddha's Dharma door.

So I know that this is also the five aggregates and eight sufferings mentioned by Buddhism, life, old age, sickness and death, and ultimately you can't ask for it.

A person's name, or two characters, or three, and occasionally double surname, is four characters.

A person's regrets and wishes are written on white paper, which is a few lines, about a dozen words.

In the huge Jinzhou, there have been more than three million dead in just a few months. It would take about tens of millions of words just to write their names. How many will there be?People in ancient times didn't have white paper to use. At that time, they peeled off the green bamboo and dried it in the sun, and then burned the characters. There are not many characters that can be written on a piece of bamboo.

Just these names are enough to make it difficult for all the green bamboos in the world to record them completely.

With all the thorns and bamboos of Yue, it is still impossible to write.

It's the so-called [too many bamboos to write]

Qi Wuhuo understood the weight contained in these four words.

As a cultivator, it seems that he should let go, but he refuses to let go.

Qi Wuhuo unknowingly walked to the largest bridge in Zhongzhou Prefecture, and saw the tree planted by Mr. Ao Liu. The chessboard beside the tree was still there, but Mr. Ao Liu was not here today, and although he No, there are also chess pieces here, but the chess pieces are replaced with those that can be seen normally, not the old man's own antiques.

Qi Wuhuo sat down, and when he was thinking about something, he subconsciously held something in his hand, picked up the chess piece, tapped it lightly, looked down at the chessboard, and the questions in his mind kept popping up——

Is Mr. still alive?
The three demon kingdoms, which three demon kingdoms are they?
Who is the person in black clothes and red dragon clothes...

In the end, there is the person who cannot be avoided.

The current emperor, the emperor, the saint.

It's time to kill, it's time to kill!

The young Taoist's eyes were peaceful, and the thoughts in his heart were so clear that he didn't hesitate at all.

Ascetics cultivate self-clarity.

Never lie to yourself.

Be sincere in your heart and yourself.

Instead of suppressing all your thoughts.

Just, kill, how to kill?

The Way of the Human Sovereign is protected by luck, and the immortals in the heavens will not attack the Human Sovereign. This is an agreement thousands of years ago. Reading through the basic classics of luck, it is only then that I can understand that the emperor combines the power of hundreds of millions of people in one body, even if each person is weak, but the hundreds of millions of people are already the first-class existence in the world.

His own morality is shallow and he cannot kill him.

Unless his luck is broken.

If it is strong, it will be divided and transformed.

While Qi Wuhuo was thinking, he put the black and white chess baskets by his side, and played black and white chess alternately. The first method was to use the Jinzhou incident as a guide, try to disclose it to the world, and set off a war in the four fields. Huo, people's hearts are righteous, people's hearts are beneficial, fueling the flames, coupled with other means, if this is the goal, it may cause chaos, even if it fails, it can also weaken the emperor's luck to a certain extent.

At that time, if the cultivation base is sufficient, you can draw your sword and kill it.

Or make his heirs fight for succession.

The young Taoist lowered his eyes, holding a black chess piece himself.

And the one who holds the white chess is also himself.

Two great dragons, black and white, fight and confront each other.

Step by step.

In the end, when the young Taoist made his moves, his moves became slower and slower. When he looked at the chess game, he also 'watched' the thoughts in his mind.

The chess piece in the hand falls on the board——

It cannot be said that it is a chaotic world now, because luck is important, not only the emperor, but all the officials will try to keep the ruler in a stable state for their own strength and longevity. From top to bottom, layers are connected together, like an extremely complicated and tight instrument. It is extremely difficult to defeat the Emperor.

But it is extremely difficult, but it is not impossible. With what Huangliang Yimeng deduced, it is not impossible to try to lay it out in 50 years.

Only the young Taoist raised his head.

He sees people coming and going, and the world of mortals is like weaving, and if he tries to revolt, whether he succeeds or not, it will bring disasters and chaos.

Otherwise, the Emperor's luck cannot be weakened.

And weakening the luck of the emperor, in the current era, means the collapse of the Great Wall of luck that defends many demon countries, which will lead to an instant reduction in the effect of the military formations deployed at the border, and immediately put the soldiers at the border at a disadvantage, which will lead to What will happen can be seen at a glance, and it may even lead to the catastrophe in Jinzhou on a larger scale.

The young Taoist put down the chess pieces, and the turbid murderous aura in his eyes dissipated.

Although there are undercurrents, it is still a young man's demeanor.

Then pick up these chess pieces again and put them into the chess basket.

"Didn't it play well?"

"Why didn't you come down?"

With a familiar voice, Qi Wuhuo raised his head and saw that there were already many people around him before he knew it, but it was he who played rapid chess by himself before, and it was wonderful. Among the passers-by, there were also old people who liked to watch chess, He stopped and watched the young man playing chess alone, but the one who asked was an acquaintance, the fortune teller in gray, who sat down at some point and looked at the chessboard with his chin resting.

When he sat down, the people around him seemed to instinctively ignore the chessboard, the young Taoist priest and Mr. Gray Clothes under the tree, and then the crowd dispersed like this, people coming and going, the world of mortals was like weaving, and Under this tree, the chessboard is clean, only the young man holds the chess, while the man looks on.

The latter was calm and calm, in fact, he regretted it when he spoke.

Xing Ling has already reminded him that it is best to stay away from this stinky boy in front of him, but for some reason, it seems that life in the world of mortals has become a bit boring recently, so he has to find something interesting.

At this moment, he came here to ask questions, not for other reasons, but just out of curiosity, the young Taoist shook his head and just packed up the chess pieces.

Let the common people be pawns for their own goals, and let them fall into disaster, regardless of whether they can be made or not.

If I do such a thing, I will fall into the evil way.

In that way, I am essentially no different from the second prince back then.

The first method, do not take.

So is there any other way?

Still playing chess, this time the chess game has become much softer, Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes and thought in his heart, if it cannot be broken by force, then if he enters the imperial court, he will be like Yuyangzi engraved in another country?Relying on some of the prophets of Huangliang Yimeng in the past 50 years, he stepped into the court step by step and made great efforts. "

"The emperor has good luck, but to govern the country, order and civil and military officials are also required, and they will be restricted to a certain extent. It is [The Trapped Dragon Chapter].

But in the end, Qi Wuhuo didn't finish playing, so he cleared up the game.

The fortune teller was watching with great interest, and seemed to see the young man's determination and judgment, as well as his judgment and rehearsal of what would happen in the next fifty years, but Qi Wuhuo took away the chess piece, so it was a pity, and asked: "What is this?" You can play a game of chess, why not go?"

The young Taoist spoke concisely and said:

"You can't kill a big dragon."

The five words are light and calm, but they have a murderous look.

So the fortune teller raised his eyebrows slightly, his brows twitched when he was aroused by the murderous aura.

Then he clapped his hands and sighed:
"Hey, if your five words are discovered by the Killing Sword Dao, they will probably be tied directly. Ah, no, there is no Killing Sword Dao anymore. That lineage comes from an innate thing, and the source is a blood-colored sword." Chang He was already split by an existence who tried his sword, hey, breaking the way of the sword with the way of the sword is very domineering."

"So, what are you going to do next?"

I don't want to cause chaos.

He didn't want to let the Emperor live.

These two are mutually exclusive.

Even the fortune teller was curious about what choice the young man in front of him would make.

Qi Wuhuo thought for a long time at last, but he directly mentioned the chess pieces, and directly replaced the most important black chess piece with a white chess piece.

The fortune-teller's eyebrows twitched, it was a very simple movement, but when the young Taoist in front of him did it, he seemed to have an indescribable calmness, and the fortune-teller's brown pupils suddenly glowed faintly under the sunlight. He saw the young Taoist sitting there, but he seemed to see an old man who was almost unparalleled in the world.

It's too mysterious.

It's the master without confusion.

Asked—'What are you going to do? '

The answer was——

You have no way.

easy.

As for after the change, the stability of luck in the human world was maintained, and it still turned into the Great Wall to protect the common people.

Then the emperor who was [Yi] could imagine what would happen to him.

The world is stable and stable, and I have to do both beheading thieves and killing enemies.

The fortune-teller's eyebrows are jumping wildly. This is not a dream in a teenager's dream. This is the gathering of billions of fortunes in the world. He is the emperor of the world. Even if he has such a personality, he couldn't bear the boy's whole body to be broken, so he couldn't help persuading him:

"You are a monk, this is going to enter the world. There are [Eight Difficulties] in Taoism, and [Eight Sufferings] in Buddhism. These are things that disturb the hearts of ordinary people. For this, all practitioners are afraid to avoid it."

"I am afraid that I will fall into these eight sufferings and eight difficulties, and I will not be able to escape."

"Bodhisattvas are afraid of cause and effect. You are good, but you want to be contaminated with these things?"

His voice paused, the fortune-teller drifted outside the world of mortals, but this time he was contaminated with too many things, which almost made his scalp tingle, and he couldn't help persuading him: "Little Niubi, listen to people's persuasion, and be full." Fan, listen to me, although you are a bit stubborn, but you also have a heart of Taoism and understanding, and you should have great achievements."

"It's unknown if he has achieved success in cultivating the Tao, soared into the universe, and called him a real king."

"Why, do you want to abandon the Tao and be contaminated with this mundane world, and enter the robbery?!"

The young Taoist said: "Some time ago, I once told a buddhist friend that people should go through all kinds of appearances before they can finally reach no appearance, and they should not directly enter the environment of no appearance to practice. I think , Cultivating Buddha, cultivating the Tao, cultivating yourself is all about yourself, and the principles should be the same.”

"Can I only persuade other people, but can't stick to my own point of view, just talk but don't do it?"

The boy's eyes were peaceful: "It's hard not to see, how can I prove that I'm on the right path."

"If I really practice the Tao, then the eight difficulties can't stop me."

"If I fall into the Eight Difficulties, it should be because my heart to seek the Tao is not firm."

The fortune teller opened his mouth, but still couldn't help but curse, and then scolded:
"I...you took the initiative to be contaminated with eight difficulties, you are confused!"

Qi Wuhu replied: "Not confused."

The young man got up, made his own decision, and his state of mind returned to clarity. He was dressed in Taoist robes, with a sword box on his back, with a peaceful expression. He stood in the midst of the world of mortals. , the worst thing is not as good as love, but what love loves most is my generation."

"The so-called love, but why does it only refer to the so-called love between children?"

"Senior Sister's way, I seem to understand."

"But it seems different."

He thought quietly in his heart: "Teacher, if [emotion] is one of the eight difficulties of Taoism, then the disciple's eight difficulties have indeed come."

"Disciples can avoid it."

"However, the disciple does not avoid it."

The fortune teller saw the peaceful eyes of the young Taoist, as if it was natural, his vitality and essence gathered together and turned into a distant and long-lasting Qi mechanism, which is the elixir mother, the root, and the innate qi , not persistent, and did not choose to use the promising method of the mountain god's kungfu left by his friend, the mountain god Tiger.

See the way of spiritual treasures, observe the Buddha's teachings of the pharmacist, cross the red world of all living beings, and bear the cause and effect.

In the end, the sword of entering the world is drawn out of the birth body, without avoiding the eight difficulties, and it comes naturally.

It seems so.

never parted.

"Huh? Congenital Qi? Why is there no movement at all..."

"This fusion seems to be like this, seamless?"

The fortune teller seemed to have noticed something, and his pupils shrank violently.

Slowly raised his eyes.

There is only one word left in my mind.

Those who do nothing without limits are the Supreme Beings.

He stared at the young Taoist, and there were countless waves in his heart.

"After the Opening Era, the second one."

"Really."

"Too Halal..."

He murmured, watching the young Taoist walk into the world of mortals with his sword box on his back, drifting away, his heart was surging, he couldn't help blurting out, and asked:

"The majestic situation in the world is all tied to the Emperor!"

"As long as you are a Taoist, what can you do?!"

The young Taoist paused slightly.

For the first time since I was a child, I spoke out loudly.

"Then you will be the teacher of the emperor."

(End of this chapter)