Tao and Heaven

Chapter 205 Daojun Becomes Immortal
The fire had been burning for ten days, and all the people in the city were turned to charcoal.

Gu Wen's eyes widened slightly, even he couldn't stay calm in the face of such a situation.

"The Dog Emperor!"

There was some anger in his voice.

The word "Tao" is rooted in the heart, and its most basic logic is nothing more than empathy. Although he is not a saint, he once lived in a civilized society, and his sympathy is much greater than that of people living in troubled times.

At least Gu Wen has always reminded himself that he can not do good, but he must do evil.

Even when he was in Longqiao, he only did business with wealthy people and never got involved in monopolizing food and raising food prices during years of disaster.

The place where he had lived for several years turned into a sea of ​​fire, and his sailors were afraid that they would not survive.

Many of them were only acquaintances, and Gu Wen didn't even know their last names, but they had lived together after all.

"crazy."

Ao Tang took two steps forward and looked down at the arrogance in the city.

The residual souls in the void that are invisible to the naked eye are fueling the blazing true fire, and these true fires are gathering in the direction of the imperial palace, where a huge fire tornado is slowly turning.

"This Taoist emperor is really crazy. He uses millions of people as a furnace to burn their souls. This is not an elixir of immortality, it is simply an evil skill."

Qing Cang remained calm, and his eyes did not waver in the slightest because of the flames.

"If you cultivate Taoism but don't cultivate virtue, even if you become an immortal, you will still become a demon."

His voice was flat and without any ups and downs, but compared to his usual gentleness, one could already detect its coldness.

Man, if not taught, becomes a beast.

Just like the barbarians who still live in the demon territory, Daqian and many immortal gates have never recognized them as human beings. The concept of human beings is divided into two major concepts. One is farming, which originated from the ancestors of the human race who first left Jianmu and was determined by their living habits.

The second is good and evil. Qing Cang was not the first to propose it, but it was she who established the concept of good over good and evil over evil.

Farming and good and evil are the foundation of the rise of mankind, and the magical weapons to fight against all other races.

But as the saying goes, there are always evil beasts who appear in human skins for the golden belts that kill people and set fires.

Qing Cang floated in from the city gate, stood in front of a mother who was running with a child in her arms, raised his hand and lightly touched his brows.

Click!

Cracks appeared and bits of charcoal-like fragments fell off, revealing the skin.

"This is a ritual of refining. There should still be hope."

Qing Cang made such a judgment. Gu Wen was slightly stunned, unable to understand how he was burned into charcoal. Then he noticed the skin exposed in the cracks.

I suddenly reacted in an instant.

If a person is burned into charcoal, he cannot stand, let alone maintain his human shape and facial features.

Looking around, these people are like black stone sculptures.

Ao Tang shook his head and said, "Most of their spirits have been lost, and their souls and spirits have been lost. Can you find them all? There are more than a million people here."

These people are no different from being dead. Even if Emperor Daojun is beaten to death now, the people will not come back to life and will most likely die on the spot.

The reason why he is still alive today is entirely due to the support of the formation in Bian Jing.

"As early as when I was in Bian Jing, I was wondering why the Taoist emperor built so many Taoist palaces. It turned out that he wanted to sacrifice these millions of people. He is really cruel and ruthless. If the Second Ancestor can't kill him today, Qingcang, don't be arrogant and crush this beast to death."

Ao Tang was furious.

The evil and crooked ways are irreconcilable with each other. They have sacrificed the blood of millions of mortals. Even if they are placed in the outer world, all the three religions and nine classes will punish them together.

Boom!

As if sensing their arrival, the fire tornado suddenly accelerated its rotation, and a huge brass furnace shot up into the sky, carrying with it millions of flames.

Gradually, the fire tornado gradually formed into a giant dragon, thousands of feet long, hovering over the entire sky of Bianjing, covering an area of ​​100 miles in radius.

An emperor in Taoist robes sits on the dragon's head, and in the dragon's mouth is a furnace that looks like a dragon ball.

The majestic aura fell on everyone, making everyone except Qingcang look slightly gloomy.

Nine-nine Taoist foundations, the body of immortality!
No one can cultivate all the way to the 99th level of Dao foundation when they are young. Most of the immortals have the 98th level of Dao foundation, and then after a long period of accumulation, they gradually condense the 99th level of Dao foundation.

Emperor Daojun was no exception, but his appearance was unexpected.

"He has refined the elixir of immortality? What should we do? What should we do?"

Ao Tang looked a little frightened.

Qing Cang comforted him, "Xiao Xian'er, the three elements of Dharma, God and body are the three talents. He only achieved the Dharma, but not the God and body."

"The goddess's eyes are as bright as a torch..."

When Emperor Daojun was about to say this, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Before he became an immortal, he could slightly feel Yu Hua's aura.

Now he has become an immortal, but Yu Hua's aura has disappeared.

His lips moved slightly, with a hint of disbelief.

"You're resuscitated?"

"You have come into contact with the elixir of immortality. When did it become able to speak?"

Qingcang did not answer, but there was no doubt that he had answered.

She was also surprised by the change in the elixir of immortality. She didn't expect that it could turn into a human after not being taken care of for so many years.

Logically speaking, the higher the quality of the plant essence, the more difficult it is to give rise to intelligence, not to mention that it comes from the Spirit Ancestor. Could it be the incarnation of the Spirit Ancestor?
Many doubts flashed through Emperor Daojun's mind. He suppressed his suspicions, restrained his calm demeanor, and replied:
"I don't know when the immortality elixir was incarnated. About five hundred years ago, I was drinking with a good friend of the Dao Sect. Under the intoxication of the immortal wine, I learned about the immortality elixir, and then sneaked into the Dao Sect to steal the whole picture."

Ao Tang bared his teeth and said, "You kid really don't do good things, but do bad things. You can believe everything a drunkard says, and for this, you will give up the Taoist tradition and human relations accumulated over thousands of years?"

"If I can become an immortal, why not take a gamble?"

Emperor Daojun could not deny that he was so cold-blooded that he looked more like a demon than a human.

Qing Cang’s words just now, “If one cultivates Taoism without cultivating virtue, even if he becomes an immortal he will become a demon,” are particularly appropriate.

He continued:
"After that, I unified the land of immortals. Before I even used human and material resources to search for the elixir of immortality, it came to me on its own initiative. I wanted to use the power of the dynasty to gather all the spiritual creatures in the world."

Qing Cang's ears moved slightly, and he noticed some unusual noises, but he ignored them and signaled Emperor Daojun to continue.

"I noticed that there was something wrong with the alchemy method, so I took the initiative to make a move, but I didn't expect it to escape. You should know what happened later. I never thought that the fake body of the immortality elixir would escape and the real body would enter the furnace. I didn't realize it until the goddess got the immortality elixir and you didn't revive."

As he spoke, Emperor Daojun was extremely confused.

If the goddess was not pretending to be him to scare him, then the possibility that Qingcang was revived without the help of the elixir of immortality was probably a last-ditch effort, otherwise Dao Zong would not have suffered all the disasters he had experienced before.

But on the contrary, the immortal already had the possibility of revival, so why did he have a last burst of vitality at this time?
Emperor Daojun's eyes unconsciously turned to Gu Wen, who had a reserved demeanor, regular facial features, and a Taoist foundation of eighty-seven.

He praised generously:
"In just one year, you have reached the 87th Dao Base. You are truly at the top of both lists, unrivaled in the world. If you had come a few days later, I would have been able to completely refine the elixir of immortality."

Gu Wen already had the magic sword in his hand and said coldly: "Why didn't you say you would have killed me five years ago?" "If I had known this would happen five years ago, I would not have killed you. On the contrary, I would have killed Feng'er."

Emperor Daojun casually picked up a wisp of true fire, his eyes were completely different from the blazing flames, and were as cold as the boundless void.

"Even if I were to go back to a year ago, I would not kill you, because your talent is high enough, so high that the demon race is afraid of you. In the future, you will be a great threat to the demon race, and a great blessing for our human race."

"You seem to hate me now, but one day we will reconcile."

"Why should I associate with a pig like you?"

Gu Wen was a little angry and laughed, and started to scold directly. He was not a scholar, nor was he a disciple of a large sect who looked like an immortal.

Before he was a monk, he was a human being.

"It seems that you and I cannot communicate now, but if Immortal Qingcang were still alive, he might be able to understand me."

Emperor Daojun did not argue.

After these words were spoken, Qing Cang remained calm, while Ao Tang was the first to become unable to sit still.

"Understand that you killed a million people? You little kid, it's ok that you have a vicious heart, but you also want to throw dirty water on Qingcang?"

"No." Emperor Daojun shook his head. "In the past, Immortal Qingcang blocked the attack of the demon tribe with his own strength and sacrificed his life for it. He once said that for the reproduction of our tribe, everything can be sacrificed. Being a human being is all about sacrifice."

"Bullshit! Qingcang has never performed blood sacrifice on any mortal."

"That's true, but I'm not Immortal Qingcang. Everything I do is of my own will. May I ask the Taoist guardian, if Immortal Qingcang is not here, are there any immortals in the world who are willing to fight to the death for the human race?"

Emperor Daojun answered his own question with a firm tone: "I will. I swear by the Dao to put the reproduction of the human race above my life."

Gu Wen frowned even deeper.

Emperor Daojun's argument is undoubtedly sophistry. If the blood sacrifice of mortals is considered a sacrifice, it is also to fight against the demons. Then the distinction between good and evil that Master Qingcang insists on will be meaningless, and the human race and the demon race are no different.

The conflict between outcome justice and procedural justice.

The reality is undoubtedly the former. Destruction means losing everything, and failure is irrefutable.

At this time, Qing Cang spoke up, and said in a cold voice: "You can understand this sentence into thousands of sentences. I said save people, and you can kill people on the pretext of saving people."

Ao Tang has always criticized her for not keeping any cultivation books or recording some things, and this was actually done intentionally by Qing Cang.

Because she knows how much impact her words and actions will have.

Qingcang didn't want to become a god who could not be disobeyed, to be worshipped as a dogma by later generations and then distorted all his words and deeds, turning his words into a blade to cut others.

She could only speak less, and gradually there was no one around her to talk to.

"We don't have your demeanor, so we can only resort to extraordinary means to continue the human race. Please forgive me if I have displeased you, senior. This is the most we can do."

Emperor Daojun could not deny that he undoubtedly respected Qingcang and carried through to the end his belief that humans and demons could not coexist.

But as a being who has achieved immortality, he would not have the slightest doubt about what he did.

The old Taoist priest sitting on the fire dragon further revealed his immortal aura, raised his head and said proudly: "I will be your only helper, an immortal-level helper, so that you won't be alone like you were three thousand years ago."

There were no immortals in the human race at that time, otherwise they would not have been reduced to the eighth-class race at the time of Jianmu. All races with immortals were, without exception, the top three classes.

If there is a plural number, it is on par with the four phases.

Now the golden age of the human race has arrived. In this great era of immortalization that occurs once every hundred thousand years, two immortals have suddenly appeared among the human race, and with him, there are three in total.

If the three immortals had existed back then, the human race might have become the leader among all living creatures.

Emperor Daojun once fantasized about standing with the figure that held up the sky.

Although the immortal Qingcang in front of him had the appearance of a celestial being, her eyes were as calm as the night, and seemed to contain the Zhoutian Dao Sutra.

In the minds of that generation, Qingcang was undoubtedly sacred and flawless.

"I will not be with swine, and you will no longer be a man."

An indifferent and elegant voice spread, like the echo of Gu Wen from an incense stick ago.

Emperor Daojun's sunken eye sockets were visibly widened, and so were the others.

Qingcang always says shocking things. As the first immortal of the human race, he is the most human-like and does not hide his contempt for Emperor Daojun.

Then she took another step forward and stood beside Gu Wen. She patted his back with her slender fingers and pushed him slightly to let Gu Wen take half a step forward.

"In terms of talent, you are not as good as my disciple, and in terms of virtue, you are not as good as him either."

Emperor Daojun looked slightly gloomy, his fists clenched, and he argued: "No matter how talented he is, he can't help you now, and I have become an immortal. I am the only human immortal who will help you!"

The more he spoke, the louder his voice became, like a child who desperately needs his parents' approval.

But the person he admired the most, she was close to the mortal who he once regarded as an ant, and introduced Gu Wen to others in a proud tone.

For the first time, he saw the Immortal Qingcang in high spirits. Even when the human race shot down the demon race's cave heaven, she remained calm. At that time, Zhao Sanming, who was still a young prodigy, looked up at the commoner Kundao standing on the top of the mountain and regarded him as a god.

Now she has fallen into the mortal world, has her own emotions and preferences, and has left all her preferences to this mortal.

How can I not be happy when I have a son in my old age and a disciple when I am about to die?

Suddenly, I felt a strange change in the world, as if a heavy air entered my nostrils and pressed my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Looking up at the sky, I didn't know when a thick demonic cloud gathered, with lightning and thunder, and twelve demonic shadows looming in it.

There were no trees around the city of Bianjing originally, but at some point giant trees hundreds of meters high began to appear one after another, and they were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, the city of Bianjing was surrounded by a forest.

The demons have arrived.

Gu Wen felt the sword talisman in his Qiankun bag vibrate, and the magic sword seemed to be nearby.

Emperor Daojun was stunned for a moment, then he calmed down his somewhat exasperated mood and said with a smile: "Senior Qingcang, it seems that luck is on my side. I will fight the demon tribe with you. Let's deal with the demon tribe first and then discuss the merits and demerits, okay?"

In this way, he could find a good opportunity to escape, even if he might be hunted down later, as long as he preserved this power, if the human race suffered another catastrophe in the future, he would at least have one more immortal-level power.

Qing Cang didn't look at him, but approached Gu Wen and asked softly, "My disciple, he is not a true immortal yet, just like the Golden Core Saint. They still need a long time to stabilize and familiarize themselves with the realm. Now you are three levels behind him. The closer you are to the top of the mountain, the difference is 100,000 miles."

As for the palm on Gu Wen's back, it glowed with white jade light, and strands of power entered Gu Wen's body, allowing him to take the last step towards the eighth level of perfection.

"Your Master can only help you reach the eighth level of perfection, but you still need to cross the ninth level of Dao foundation."

"If there is a magic sword, it should be possible. The sword talisman has reacted, so the magic sword may be nearby."

Gu Wen looked around and saw only evil clouds filling the sky.

Qing Cang raised his head and looked, his eyes locked on a white jade diamond hoop. She smiled and said, "Master will get it for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of clear light went straight up into the sky. With a loud bang, the evil clouds for hundreds of miles disappeared, and the sunlight turned into a column of light and fell into the city of Bianjing.

A figure in pure white clothes stood in the void, flicking her sleeves and looking around. The demon shadow was still hiding in the clouds, and no one competed with her.

(End of this chapter)