Tao and Heaven

Chapter 202 Fate, Saint's Tool

Not long ago, Gu Wen, a saint from the Immortal Realm, learned from the conversation between Wukong and Qingcang that the two had previously talked in a very obscure way, but now they speak very bluntly.

This may be the difference between the master and ordinary immortals.

Wukong would be very sensitive about cause and effect, but she could blurt it out so calmly.

And the elixir of immortality was obtained by Master Qingcang by cutting off the saint’s hair?
Gu Wen found it difficult to imagine that scene, and was even more unable to understand Qing Cang's realm and how she managed to escape unscathed.

The ancestor of all spirits, the source of spiritual practice for all living beings in heaven and earth, his every breath affects the flow of spiritual energy in the three realms.

Gu Wen looked around, and the mountains and rivers he saw were the first breath of pure air taken by the saint?
A ray of enlightenment came to my mind, and I saw the vastness and followed my true heart.

Moving mountains and filling the sea is the power of great spiritual practice, transcendence and immortality is the privilege of immortals, and a sage is the heaven and earth itself.

Becoming an immortal is not the end. Above the immortals there are saints. How wonderful is the saint’s world?

A trace of emotion came to his mind, but Gu Wen suppressed it in an instant. He had not yet become an immortal, nor had he experienced the freedom and ease of an immortal. It would be a bit too ambitious for him to fantasize about becoming a saint now.

What’s more, the destiny only mentions becoming an immortal, but never mentions becoming a saint. Perhaps becoming an immortal is the end.

Fate?

The saints in the earth realm control the birth and death of all things, and endow all beings with character and destiny.

Is the destiny of an immortal in this mortal world given by a saint?
"The saints of the earth realm bestow destiny and luck, so doesn't that mean they can make anyone they want become an immortal?"

Gu Wen suppressed his emotions so as not to reveal any strange expression, and asked the question calmly.

This also prevented Qingcang from hearing what she said with her divine listening ability. She did not have the habit of eavesdropping on her disciples. Unless her emotions were so strong that they were difficult to conceal, her thoughts would not be leaked.

Qing Cang smiled and shook his head, saying, "The life and death of immortals is not under his control. Naturally, if there is a destiny to become an immortal, it is definitely not something he can grant at will. For example, those holy bodies and destiny that are enough to become immortals, etc., are probably the last thing that the one in the earth realm wants to see. Even if he can spend a lot of money to condense the destiny, he will not give it to sentient beings."

"why?"

Gu Wen asked, his expression inevitably becoming a little anxious.

"Transcendence means being free from life and death. A saint who controls life and death will not want too many immortals. Moreover, the fate is different from the status of a god. Those with a weak fate cannot afford it, but becoming an immortal is just icing on the cake."

Qingcang answered without hesitation.

"Just like the life span calamity, if it didn't exist, the number of immortals in the world would be many times more. Every semi-immortal has the qualifications to become an immortal, but they are unable to transcend within the limited time."

Originally, matters involving saints could not be discussed casually, but since her disciple asked, she would naturally answer.

Because Gu Wen will definitely come into contact with him in the future, and the process of searching is time-consuming and laborious, it is better to inform him in advance. Otherwise, when she is not around, no one will inform Gu Wen.

"The two saints have different powers, but both of them will involve all living beings without exception. Do you know why?"

Gu Wen shook his head and said, "I don't know, Master, please explain."

"Because apart from their authority, the last saintly status is all living beings. This is what Jianmu is pursuing, and it is also your future goal."

Qing Cang reached out and straightened Gu Wen's messy collar, like a mother advising him to plan for the future.

"The path to becoming a saint is to become a tree of the world, hanging in the sky, and nurturing all living things. And for us humans, reclaiming the land, regulating spiritual veins, and building sacred mountains and fields is also a path to becoming a saint."

"If you want to become a saint in the future, my fellow countrymen will help you. When the human race becomes the leader of all spirits, that will be the time for you to become a saint."

Gu Wen heard the other party's hidden meaning and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He said: "If we find the elixir of immortality, the position of saint should be given to Master."

"Things in the world are unpredictable. There are often eight or nine things in life that are not as you wish. I, as a disciple, have already achieved one of these things as a teacher, which is enough. The rest depends on whether I am eight or nine times as unhappy."

Qing Cang smiled slightly, rubbed Gu Wen's head, and said no more.

Jianmu was unable to become a saint as he wished. The elixir of immortality, which should have been his most important backup, became a burden. And when Jianmu had the upper hand, Gu Wen appeared.

Qingcang had already prepared himself for complete demise. Jianmu was a semi-saint, and the time she had spent in cultivation was less than one-tenth of the other's.

Even if they couldn't die together in the end, the time gained was enough for Gu Wen to grow.

Now the human race has the upper hand and Jianmu will die.

On the third day of December, Nanmen Pass completely fell into the hands of Nanchun Army, and the heartland of Qianjing was exposed to the iron hoof.

During this period, powerful demons continued to come to test him with their clones, but without exception, they were all killed by Gu Wen. The situation of being surrounded by enemies did not change, but the previous embarrassment disappeared due to the improvement of strength.

Gu Wen used Daoist Taoism's qi-gazing technique and could see an old dragon wailing from thousands of miles away.

The situation was hopeless for Emperor Daojun, and victory seemed within his grasp.

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The Nanshui River extends eight thousand miles to the south, with giant trees standing tall. The dense treetops and vines are like an impenetrable carpet, completely covering the entire land.

Nothing but the green forest can stand proudly under the sun.

Zheng!
A sword came from the east, and all the white clouds retreated. Finally, the sword light fell to the ground, and the green carpet was slowly cut open.

A plain black iron sword with a wooden handle stood in the air, and in the next moment it turned into a white-bearded old man.

The Sword Master looked at the valley he had just cut out. It was full of dense tree roots. At the bottom, a green-haired woman was holding a broken arm. The two looked at each other, and the sky and the earth seemed to have turned into swords. When their qi collided with each other, the hurricane that was set off overwhelmed the sea of ​​​​millions of trees.

"Jianmu incarnation?"

Sword Master frowned, he looked at the broken arm in the other's hand, knowing that he had guessed wrong again.

"Immortal Sword."

The green-haired woman asked in a cold voice, "You are not Qingcang, and you are already an immortal, why are you so obsessed with the elixir of immortality?"

Immortals are unrestrained. Except for Qingcang, no immortal would ever be bound by racial differences.

In the past, the human race was the third lowest class in Jianmu Cave Heaven, but when the human race left and some powerful people gradually emerged, the first-class races like the Four Elephants did not mind interacting with the powerful human race, and many even became Taoist friends.

Even the powerful ones who have not yet become immortals have no distinction between clans, let alone immortals.

Cultivation is self-cultivation.

"In the past, the immortal officials of the Immortal Court perished because of the hands of the Spirit Ancestor. Now that the sentient beings in the cultivation world are multiplying, we should not repeat the same mistakes."

The Sword Master slowly raised his hand to the sky. Above the sky behind him, thousands of sword shadows shone brightly in the void, like stars in the sky.

In order to make up for the inherent deficiencies of the human race, weapon refining came into being, and swordsmen were the first fangs of the human race.

He was one of the earliest sword practitioners, and there was also a fairy official from the fairy world.

The immortal official was attacked when he descended to the mortal world. He was too seriously injured to return to the immortal palace, so he was picked up by a human countryman who cut wood and took him home. This became a new joke in the village:
The bachelor at the end of the village did not pick up a fairy, but instead picked up a handsome man.

In order to repay the life-saving grace, the immortal official taught the villager the method of practicing Qigong. From then on, the two of them went up the mountain to chop wood in the morning, practiced Qigong in the forest at noon, and honed their martial arts in the stream at night.

At that time, there were no different schools of practice yet, and the methods were very fatal; if outsiders knew about them, the person would surely die.

The village man observed the power of the mountain wind and used his skills to chop wood, and thus created the art of sword energy.

After the immortal official recovered from his injury and returned to the immortal palace, he would come down to the mortal world every ten years to handle official business and visit the villager on the way. The villager had been refining swords every day for ten years, and had just entered the immortal path, but he had also entered middle age, while the immortal official still looked the same as before.

The latter said that he would bring him an imperial edict, asking for the immortal position of the Curtain-Pulling Young General.

Ten years later, the immortal official has not returned yet, and the village man has made some progress in his practice and has become a well-known master.

Hundreds of decades passed after that, and the village man's reputation rose from a sword master to a sword master who founded a school, but the immortal official still did not return.

It was not until he reached the top of the mountain that he realized that the gate of heaven had been closed, the immortal court had been destroyed, and the immortal officials had died.

The Sword Master was not sentimental, he just felt regretful for not being able to see his old friend again, and he did not like the Spirit Ancestor.

"The immortal officials received the ordination certificate, because they transcended the immortal status, and they also died because of the immortal status."

The green-haired woman remained calm in the face of the countless sword lights. Instead, she said straightforwardly, "In this case, why don't you help me become a saint? Then all problems will be solved."

"Help you? It seems that Fellow Daoist Qingcang does have the potential to become a saint, and you are not invincible."

A slight smile appeared on Jian Zun's iron-cold face. He laughed at Jianmu's embarrassment. He had twelve immortals under his command, but he still needed to win him over.

It seems that Jianmu, together with the twelve demon ancestors, is still not sure of suppressing Qingcang. At least Jianmu cannot escape unscathed from Qingcang's hands, and may even perish together with him.

Just like the saying goes, below the level of immortals, we are all ants. If we don’t transcend, we will eventually turn into dust. On the contrary, if we haven’t become immortals, we are still ants.

Jianmu has not yet been sanctified, and therefore is not invincible.

"There is nothing in the world that is invincible, and the same is true for me."

The green-haired woman did not deny it. She raised her hand, grabbed the left arm, and gently pulled it off with flesh and bones.

What flowed out afterwards was not blood, but green twigs that plunged into the broken arm of the elixir of immortality.

The two beings of different sizes and opposite auras were forcibly rubbed together, and in an instant the green-haired woman turned into a celestial being again.

It originally has no form, and the female form is just imitating Qingcang. Now the immortal medicine comes from the saint, which is stronger than Qingcang.

Neither male nor female, the combination of yin and yang, the creation is infinite.

A three-inch white jade Vajra Hoop appeared on the palm of his hand, and a breath that transcended heaven and earth was revealed.

"So, among the numbers 9 and 1, would you choose nine or one?"

"cut."

The old man turned into an iron sword and slashed the sky and the earth apart with one blow.

The white jade Vajra Hoop in the hand of Jianmu's incarnation flew out, a white light flashed, and thousands of sword lights were absorbed into it. The fairy sword was only the size of a toothpick.

The Sword Master transformed into human form again, with a look of surprise on his face, and then gradually calmed down.

The white jade diamond hoop has the power of a saint, but it can only confine. The power of a saint requires Jianmu to exhaust his inner strength to achieve the confinement function. Any more would be beyond its ability.

According to the message from the Sword Sect, this weapon should have been used specifically to deal with Qing Cang. Now that it is being used on himself, he will have to release it eventually.

Unless Jianmu feels that he is more troublesome than Qingcang.

(End of this chapter)