What bad intentions can a temple blessing have?

Chapter 433 A prototype from Taiqing Sage

Jiang Qi stood in the void of the sky, briefly sorted it out, and then prepared to return to the three realms.

But when he took one step forward, he lost all strength in an instant and fell uncontrollably.

Jiang Qi smiled bitterly and shook his head.

This time, it was a complete loss.

Even if the power is borrowed from the future self, even if it is 100% compatible, the Ether E Golden Immortal Realm is still too expensive to carry the great power of Daluo.

Not to mention, Jiang Qi not only carried Da Luo's great power, but even activated a magical method that could make the beings above Da Luo look at him.

Rather than saying that Jiang Qi has lost his strength now, it would be better to say that just because he has lost his strength, Jiang Qi's background is so profound that it far exceeds that of the same level.

During the fall, Jiang Qi blinked helplessly.

The sky outside is chaotic, and no one knows where this situation will end.

Xuandu Mountain is not high, not long, and not big. It is just an ordinary mountain.

Although it's not much, it doesn't hinder the movement.

Almost without exception.

Jiang Qi watched without blinking, suppressing his steps with great perseverance, preventing himself from rushing into it.

Archmage Xuandu pointed forward and introduced Jiang Qi with a smile.

"Xuandu Mountain, Bajing Palace."

Archmage Xuandu waved his hand, and a very regular space passage appeared in front of him.

However, just after falling, Jiang Qi felt that he had stopped.

"call"

And Jiang Qi was already stunned.

"good."

"Now that you've regained your composure, let me go."

Among them, as the sea of ​​clouds churns, countless Tao principles are manifested, each of which is so indescribable and so beautiful.

After the Six Sages stopped coming, the Eight Views Palace has been managed by Master Xuandu.

"Grandmaster, uncle, you praise me greatly."

The Bajing Palace in Xuandu Mountain is the Taoist temple of Taiqing saints.

The reason why I say it was originally is because when the Bajing Palace appeared in Xuandu Mountain, the place was different.

The so-called Nine Scenes of Xuandu are unique wonders in the Three Realms and are also the top-notch paradise.

Archmage Xuandu smiled and nodded, looking at Jiang Qi with undisguised admiration. He sighed: "I thought that, at least among the human race, except for the eight majesties, there was no one with understanding. Talent exceeds that of poor people.”

For practitioners, especially those who are successful in spiritual practice, this is the most incredible and breathtaking scenery.

There was a tugging sensation on the collar on the back of my neck.

All he saw in front of him was a gray, endless scenery that looked like a sea of ​​clouds.

Archmage Xuandu looked at Jiang Qi and nodded with a smile. He didn't know whether he was saying that Jiang Qi's guess was correct or that Jiang Qi himself was pretty good.

"This is the ninth scene. Chaos Hongmeng?"

Jiang Qi sat cross-legged on the wind and fire futon and breathed a slow sigh of relief. The wind and fire futon was absorbing the thin chaotic energy around him, and then transformed it into the purest spiritual energy for Jiang Qi to absorb.

Archmage Xuandu pushed Jiang Qi's back, but Jiang Qi flew backwards uncontrollably.

"Let's go, just try it a little bit. It's too early for you."

Just like the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain is the dojo of the Yuqing saints, and the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island is the dojo of the Shangqing saints.

Jiang Qi looked back and blinked in surprise.

"No need to be polite."

"Today, I learned a lesson from you."

The person who grabbed him was a middle-aged Taoist with three long beards and black and white Taoist robes. He was the Great Master of Xuandu.

"Disciple has met Grandmaster, thank you very much for your help."

Jiang Qi scratched his head in embarrassment and asked, "Where are we going?"

Master Xuandu called for the wind and fire futon and put Jiang Qi on it.

After a while, the mana that had dried up to the extreme finally had a thin layer.

God knows how tempting the boundless principles in the chaos are to Jiang Qi, who has just experienced Daluo's power.

"Nine is the ultimate number, and the teacher does not want to be good at it. Therefore, although there are nine wonders, it is called the Eight Views Palace."

Now Jiang Qi can only wait for his mana to recover a little, and then use the heavenly court to extradite himself.

I don't know where the tacit understanding between these big guys comes from. When they are hunting for the children and grandchildren of junior disciples, they always have a special liking for the collar on the back of the neck.

Jiang Qi twisted his body awkwardly.

He only felt that everything around him was blurring, and when he stood firm, there was no shadow of Xuandu Archmage next to him.

Jiang Qi looked up and found that the place he was now seemed to be on the top of a mountain, surrounded by misty clouds and mist.

Not far away, there was a peach tree, and there was a figure under the tree, sitting cross-legged facing Jiang Qi.

The peach tree was full of pink peach blossoms, and when the wind blew, a few petals fell.

One of them swayed and landed on the head of the person under the tree.

The man was not upset, he just picked it off, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully, as if there were countless secrets hidden in these petals. Jiang Qi watched quietly from the side. He didn't know how long he waited for the man to put down the petals, and then he respectfully stepped forward.

The figure slowly became clear in Jiang Qi's eyes.

He was an old man, wearing a black and white robe that was the same as Master Xuandu's. His hair was tied up with a peach branch.

The old man's eyes were very ordinary, black and white, neither big nor small. He just looked at Jiang Qi quietly.

Jiang Qi took a deep breath, stepped forward, and knelt down.

"Jiang Qi, a disciple of Chanjiao, pays homage to the great uncle of the great master. I wish the great uncle of the great master a long life and endless merit."

Jiang Qi could not think of another person who could appear on the top of Xuandu Mountain and be personally sent to meet him by the Xuandu Archmage.

"Get up, get up."

Saint Taiqing smiled and waved his hand, picked up a petal and threw it away.

There was a futon in front of Jiang Qi. Seeing this, Jiang Qi squatted down and sat cross-legged on the futon.

Before he could speak, Saint Taiqing smiled and spoke.

"Da Luo Weili, how are you?"

Jiang Qi was stunned when he heard this, and then said: "Very strong, unreasonably strong."

"What will happen if you encounter a strong enemy again?"

Saint Taiqing continued to ask.

Jiang Qi pursed his lips and was silent for a long time. Finally he raised his head and said with a wry smile: "I dare not deceive Grand Master Uncle. I have an impulse in my heart. If I encounter such a strong enemy again, I am afraid I will choose to invite the power of the future. Regain the power of Daluo."

Yes, Jiang Qi really had such thoughts in his heart after experiencing the power of Daluo, and he yearned for it very much.

Anyway, it is my own future power, I just borrow it in advance. When encountering a strong enemy, I can just use Luo Weili to push it over.

He knew it was wrong, but the power was too tempting and too "justifiable".

"Raise your hands."

Saint Taiqing said suddenly.

Jiang Qi was stunned for a moment, then obediently raised his palm.

"Clap clap clap!"

Three crisp sounds appeared in Jiang Qi's palm.

Suddenly, Jiang Qi felt a sharp pain in his heart.

But the strange thing is that although it hurts, Jiang Qi's mind becomes clearer and calmer.

But no matter what, the pain is real. Even in Jiang Qi's current body, he can't help but grinning, and even tears appear in the corners of his eyes.

This shows how painful it is.

Jiang Qi stared, wanting to see what was hitting him.

But when I saw it, I was stunned.

The three hand tablets come from three different treasures.

A three-jewel Ruyi statue, a sword scabbard, and a black ruler.

As a disciple of the three religions, of course Jiang Qi knew them all, but it was because of their acquaintance that Jiang Qi's eyes widened.

Needless to say, the first one is the favorite of my grandfather.

The second statue seems to be the scabbard of Qingping Sword, and the third statue should be the Qiankun Ruler of Saint Taiqing.
"These three notes are the admonitions we Sanqing gave you. Are you convinced?"

Saint Taiqing asked calmly.

Jiang Qi corrected him with a wry smile: "Uncle Taishi, I'm not convinced or unconvinced, this should be my disciple's blessing."

Just kidding, not to mention the status of these three objects in the hearts of the Three Purities Saints, just saying that these were personally made by Taiqing Saint, the leader of the Three Purities.

That is to say, the white jade flat crutch is not suitable for spanking. If it is spanking, Jiang Qi should be able to enjoy a higher level of "treatment".

If you change to a disciple of the Three Religions, let's say he said: The Taiqing Sage wants to use the Three Pure Religions to beat you.

Well, let alone a thug, a slap in the face will do.

It's not that Jiang Qi is a masochist, but that this thing is really not ordinary treatment.

How many people in the heavens and myriad worlds have enjoyed the teachings and actions from the Three Pure Ones?
"Remember, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and stay grounded."

Saint Taiqing's voice was very soft, and he only spoke in extremely simple vernacular.

But when Jiang Qi heard it, it was like the sound of Taoism, and he felt his body and mind being cleansed.

What he said is not important. The cleansing from the holy sound is the focus of Saint Taiqing's words.

"Disciples remember this and never dare to forget it."

Jiang Qi bowed his head respectfully and listened to the instruction, but a white light appeared in front of his eyes.

The white light went straight into Jiang Qi's sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's a good time to gain enlightenment, don't teach me to wait for disappointment."

Listening to the voice of Saint Taiqing, Jiang Qi's consciousness was immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

I saw the white light manifesting, accompanied by the sound of the holy way, condensed into a book.

It’s called: One Qi transforms three pure things.

(End of this chapter)