Tao and Heaven

Chapter 208: Daqian's demise and the ascension to the throne

The nine-zhang golden man disappeared, and Gu Wen and Chi Yuzi separated. Gu Wen was covered with wounds, and there were at least three wounds that almost took his life.

There was a wound on the neck, chest and abdomen respectively, which were three attacks from Emperor Daojun with all his strength.

Chi Yuzi had one more eye than Gu Wen. Her right eye had turned into rotten flesh. She reached out and dug it out directly, as if digging out eye boogers, and then threw it on the ground.

Sometimes the lack of pain can be beneficial.

Gu Wen asked, "Can your eyes grow back?"

Akabane replied, "I need a top-grade healing pill."

"Heavenly grade elixir? I'll ask Dao Zong for one for you then."

Although Gu Wen didn't know what the top-grade elixir was, he knew that Dao Sect must have it.

It can't be more precious than the elixir of immortality, right?
He looked at the golden elixir in his hand, wiped it with the corner of his clothes, and simply couldn't let it go. With this thing, all problems would be solved.

"No need. It's too late to see it anyway. Even if a new one grows, you won't be able to see it." Akabane shook his head and refused, "Heavenly-grade elixirs are precious, no less than a Taoist weapon. There's no need to waste them."

"It's not my money, why do you feel bad about eating public funds? I am now the Jade Pure Heavenly Lord. When I get out, I will definitely use my position to my heart's content."

Gu Wen's heartless words made Akabane want to smile, but her stiff face was as hard as a rock and she couldn't move.

So she used her spirit to create a mist above her head, forming a smiling face.

"Then I want a sacred mountain in Sanqing Mountain. I heard that Sanqing Mountain is the best sacred mountain in the world. In the past, the immortal Qingcang collected the spiritual veins in the world, and the best spiritual veins from all walks of life were all there."

"Here, on behalf of the Yuqing Sect, I owe you a sacred mountain."

Gu Wen waved his hand, it wasn't his anyway.

Even if it was his stuff, he would not be stingy with Akabaneko. They had been through so many life and death situations together, they were like brothers even if they were not real brothers.

All wealth is used for consumption, whether it is to maintain life necessities or to win people's hearts.

Gu Wen searched the body of Emperor Daojun and found that many of his magical weapons had been chopped into pieces by the magic sword during the fight, and there was no elixir either.

There was only a pile of jade slips neatly arranged in the Qiankun bag, which eventually gathered into a few large characters: "The Law of the Human Emperor".

[If you see this, I am dead. No matter if you are my enemy or not, I hope you can leave my method to the human race. People other than me cannot practice it. If a non-human learns it, he will die and his method will disappear.]

"I admit that you are at least not a villain."

Gu Wen took the "Human Emperor Law" into his pocket, after all it was a method to become an immortal.

Boom!

The sky shook, and the five faintly visible fingers opened slightly, but then closed again.

The two of them looked up and realized that their current Taoist cultivation base was already top-notch in the land of immortals.

However, there is always someone better than you. When facing the fight above, one can only vaguely see some figures but cannot know the whole picture, let alone participate in it.

"Immortal Qingcang should be alright, right?"

Akabane was a little worried, and Gu Wen looked at her in surprise.

It was not because of the words, but because of the emotion called worry and the smile just now. Akabane's seven emotions and six desires seemed to be recovering, as if the last remaining soul was giving birth to something that could replace the three souls and seven spirits.

Gu Wen said, "Don't worry, there will be no problem. If we are not sure, we can just run. Anyway, we have the elixir now. If we can't fight, can we run? By the way, where is the guardian?"

The divine consciousness probed for more than ten miles and found Ao Tang and Chan Xi on the east and west sides of Bianjing City. At this moment, the two were using their magic power to construct a flashy 30-meter-tall statue of the god. The highest tower only reached their knees, standing in the city like gods.

Countless mortals gathered at their feet, among whom officials in official robes could be vaguely seen, maintaining order under the "oracle" of the two men.

Their voices could be heard faintly in my ears, mixed with some mysterious melodies, like background music.

It looks like he is very good at it, and it is not the first time.

"I am the Supreme Jade True Natural Supreme Great Heavenly Venerable Xuanqiong High True Immortal..."

When Gu Wen heard this title, he couldn't help but laugh, and said in a telepathic voice: "Protector, your title is really terrifyingly great."

Soon, the "Supreme Immortal" Ao Tang suddenly appeared, and the statue in the distance was still repeating there.

It chopped off the donkey's hoof and explained, "This is the honorific name in my temple. In the cultivation world, the powerful have another privilege, or symbol, which is the temple of incense and offerings. Apart from the monks who rely on the power of incense and offerings, most of them are spontaneous by ordinary people."

A great cultivator could easily live for thousands of years, and whenever there was a natural disaster or man-made disaster, the great cultivators in the area would take action to quell it, either by bringing rain, or by driving away floods, or even by moving mountains to create farmland.

For mortals, this is no different from being a deity, so the existence of incense and burning candles is inevitable.

The people would not destroy their own temples out of spontaneous gratitude. On the contrary, sometimes the sect would take the initiative to ask the people to build temples for the powerful who did not have any temples.

This is the rule set by Qingcang. You don't have to expect anything in return for saving someone, but the person being saved must express gratitude.

This way, the monks can satisfy their vanity and will be more diligent in taking action when there are any problems in the future.

As usual, Ao Tang briefly explained the situation outside the sky to Gu Wen, so that he would not be ignorant of common sense and make a fool of himself in the future.

Now he is at least Jade Purity Heavenly Venerable, and in terms of status alone, he can be said to be the leader of the Half-Step Taoism.

Because the champion is often selected from among the Three Pure Ones.

"With your temper, in a few thousand years the temple will be opened to the gate of Buddhism."

Ao Tang joked.

The powerful are afraid of karma, the good are not necessarily the most numerous, but the nosy are definitely the most numerous. Especially with Gu Wen's lawless character, and given the status of Jade Purity Heavenly Venerable, no one in the human race can do anything to him.

"I am responsible for killing but not burying. No one will worship an ineffective god."

Gu Wen looked up at the sky again, looking forward to the vaster world even more.

After thousands of years, even a pig can become Confucius, but is this what it means to cultivate immortality?

For thousands or even millions of years, it is easy to be revered, it is natural to enjoy the incense, and it is normal to become a deity and an ancestor.

"Let's talk business. Although it may be nonsense, I still have to tell you." Ao Tang's expression became serious, and he said, "If anything unusual happens later, I will take you away myself. You may be able to deal with a demon ancestor incarnation, but you can't be a match for Jianmu. It will definitely kill you if it gets a chance."

Gu Wen nodded and said, "I understand. If it still doesn't work after getting to this point, I will accept it."

"I'm glad you understand. You're much more sensible than Yu Hua." Ao Tang breathed a sigh of relief. "When we were in Bian Jing before, my little ancestor almost beat me to death because of you. If I had said no, I would have gotten my head twisted off."

"Although it seems that she is right now, we can't act recklessly. For example, if we can save one of Qingcang and you, our human race will still have a chance to turn things around in the future."

Ao Tang tirelessly talks about the future of the human race and comments on heroes from all sides, which gives Gu Wen the same feeling as when he listened to the topic of government establishment discussed by the older generation at the dinner table in his previous life.

And he has become accustomed to being a donkey, and he regards the human race as more important than the Emperor Daojun.

The innate divine beasts have no clans, but if you recognize your clan, you will be loyal to it for life.

Gu Wen held the jade pendant in his arms. Although it seemed that the little guy was of no use at the moment, he also looked forward to having a divine beast in the cultivation world in the future.

when!
A soft sound echoed, Gu Wen and others looked up, and hundreds of thousands of people in the city also looked up.

Countless eyes converged on the sky, and a dazzling white light appeared, covering up the aftermath of all Taoist magic powers. Then, with the light spot as the center, the demon cloud was pushed to the surroundings by unparalleled force.

The aftermath fell to the ground, and the earth began to bulge. In a few breaths, it surpassed the wall of Bianjing. Countless newly grown giant trees were uprooted, as if the earth had been peeled off a layer of skin.

The world was silent, with only two figures remaining.

The left arm of the god transformed by Jianmu was completely broken. Qingcang held the broken arm, took a look at it, and then gathered his five fingers to destroy it, leaving no debris.

She said calmly, "It seems the elixir of immortality is in the other arm."

"That little fellow was very smart. He knew that you needed the elixir of immortality. He gave me one of the arms and a part of the core."

Jianmu put the white jade Vajra Hoop on his wrist and said, "I'm very curious about the purpose of that person in heaven giving you the elixir of immortality. When the Immortal Court was still around, only immortal officials above the rank of Four Emperors could take this to prolong their life." Three Pure Ones, Four Emperors, Five Elders, Six Officials, Seven Elements, Eight Poles, and Nine Lights.

This is the level of the immortal officials in the Immortal Court. Among them, the Three Pure Ones were the missionaries to the human race in the past, and they were honored as semi-saints. The Four Imperials were the best among the immortals. If they were divided according to the Jianmu Great Cave Heaven, they would be equivalent to the Four Demon Ancestors today.

With the foundation of the Immortal Court, it is likely to be stronger.

But since the celestial realm retreated, this kind of immortality medicine has never appeared again. Perhaps it involves the authority of the earthly realm, or perhaps immortal officials no longer need to take it, and there has been no immortality medicine for tens of thousands of years.

On the contrary, there is an additional disaster, which is the life span disaster, one of the three disasters.

It couldn't help but wonder if it was the work of heaven. After all, the Three Pure Ones once came down to earth to preach to the human race.

Qingcang said: "Hand over your right hand, and I will tell you."

Jianmu shook his head and said, "If a saint does not descend to the mortal world, I cannot interfere directly even if He has ideas. Conversely, I cannot change His will, and you are the biggest obstacle on my road to becoming a saint."

"Whether the Sanqing Mountain crashes into Jianmu or you force your way out of the Immortal Land, I will guard this immortality elixir until you die."

Qingcang asked with a smile: "Are you so afraid of me?"

If Jianmu was determined to lose a few more cave heavens, he might not have a chance to turn the tables, but this would also give the human race more breathing time.

Maybe it will take thousands of years, maybe tens of thousands of years, or maybe Jianmu will never recover from this.

"It's just based on practical decisions. I have no way out and I don't need to fight desperately."

After saying this, the god took a step forward across thousands of miles, dived deep into the demon clan's territory, and sat cross-legged under an ancient tree.

She had no intention of swallowing the elixir of immortality. One reason was to prevent herself from becoming a part of Jianmu so that Qingcang could fight to survive, and the other was to involve the heaven.

Various misfortunes delayed Jianmu's chance of becoming a saint for tens of thousands of years, but it could wait another 100,000 years. Jianmu would not take any risks for things that could be eliminated with time.

When Qingcang had just risen, it had already noticed it and sent out a being three levels higher than her. There were many rumors between the Demon Ancestor and the Cave Lord. If Jianmu had personally taken action, Qingcang would not have been able to grow up.

But even if it happens again, Jianmu will not take action personally, but will only increase the stakes.

Doing anything yourself will increase the risk, and it will be very easy for others to plot against you. Cause and effect continue to accumulate, and eventually even it will fall.

But many transcendents do not understand this principle, and think that they are so powerful that they can decide the fate of the world. But the real immortals regard heaven and earth as their boundaries and all living beings as their children.

This is also why immortals have no lifespan limit, but still die at some point in the future.

To become a saint is not only about fighting with Qing Cang, but also about fighting with the heaven and earth, and even more so, fighting with all living beings.

It doesn’t matter if I wait another 100,000 years.
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The strange phenomena in heaven and earth gradually subsided, and the city of Bianjing was gradually filled with the sound of weeping.

The dead are silent, the living cry, and then everything returns to peace as night falls.

Qing Cang landed slowly and stood on the ruined wall of the palace with Gu Wen. She saved hundreds of thousands of people but never uttered a word, as if she was not interested in fame and fortune.

Suddenly, the sound of people kneeling down was heard from below. The place where they were standing was very conspicuous and the imperial palace was located in the center of Bianjing.

After the fighting stopped, people gradually began to gather here.

Among them were those who wanted to enter the palace to take money, and there were also simple people who came simply to kowtow, but without exception, they all came to kowtow to Gu Wen and others standing on the city wall.

Qing Cang raised his eyebrows, then moved lightly behind Gu Wen and let her beloved disciple block him.

"Master, why don't you show your face?"

Gu Wen was a little surprised that this upright and immortal comrade would become shy in front of the people.

Qing Cang replied: "My teacher is not good at speaking, and they don't need to remember me, they just need to live a good life."

"When the work is done, you leave without a trace, hiding your merits and fame. You are worthy of being a master."

"My disciple is very talented in writing."

"Alright, you two, stop being so affectionate with each other. Qingcang, quickly take the immortality elixir."

Ao Tang standing by couldn't stand it any longer. One of the master and disciple was mischievous and liked to flatter others, while the other loved his son very much.

Hearing this, Gu Wen did not dare to delay and took out the elixir of immortality, saying: "Just now when I was fighting with Emperor Daojun, this elixir of immortality seemed to have self-awareness, and a drop of blood could transform it into a human form."

Before he finished speaking, Qingcang put the elixir directly into his mouth and swallowed it, saying calmly: "There is no abnormality now."

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Being strong means you can be willful, and all seemingly complicated problems will no longer be problems.

Gu Wen asked with concern: "Has your problem been solved?"

Qing Cang smiled and said, "Yu Hua's problem has been solved. She will have no worries from now on."

"Master, what about you?"

Gu Wen grasped the crux of the problem and had a bad feeling in his heart.

Qing Cang said frankly and calmly as always: "I won't die, but I will die of old age here, probably in about forty years."

The atmosphere suddenly became unusually silent.

"How could this be? Didn't you take the elixir of immortality?" Ao Tang was the first to break the silence. At this moment, his importance as a Taoist elder was revealed. Apart from Gu Wen, he was the only one who could speak to Qing Cang in this way.

"We've put so much effort into this, why can't you live a second life? Forty years, that's even shorter than being half-dead in the first place!"

As he spoke, due to his agitated emotions, Ao Tang's donkey face changed into more than a dozen forms in an instant, resembling all the ferocious beasts in the world.

"Ao Tang, I am not dead, it's just that the time may be shorter."

Qingcang's voice was calm, just like the evening breeze blowing at this moment.

The elixir of immortality was incomplete, and part of it was absorbed. She initiated the resuscitation and paid a price to save hundreds of thousands of people.

"Forty years is not short. One's life is not lived for its length. Rather than letting my life extend for tens of millions of years, I would rather use my life to extend for tens of millions of people."

"I heard that there are millions of people of my clan outside the sky. Their time is one breath of my life, so I have lived for tens of millions of years. What do you think?"

She asked everyone, but no one could answer her. Compared to the obsession of all the powerful people for immortality, Qingcang's open-mindedness towards life and death was even more suffocating.

Everyone says that she is the only one in the world who sees through life and death and practices it.
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At the end of February, the Nanchun Army entered Bianliang, and the whole world was shocked.

The dispute is still not over, but Daqian has come to an end.

In early March, the ruins of the imperial palace were ruined, but the Qianyuan Hall in the center was still intact.

Gu Wen supported the short, gray-haired man, and the two of them walked up the stairs step by step, finally standing in front of the dragon throne.

He sat on the dragon throne and looked down. There were no civil or military officials below, only ruins.

He had always dreamed of this position. Perhaps he would become a founding emperor, or perhaps he would die in a rebellion, but he always wanted to sit on the throne.

"The throne is nothing more than this."

In less than a minute, Gu Wen became bored. He turned around and pushed Jiang Fugui, who was dressed as a wealthy landlord, onto the dragon throne.

Jiang Fugui was a little at a loss and said, "Master, what are you doing?"

Gu Wen said in a calm voice: "I will give you the greatest honor."

Five years ago he was a beggar, a year ago he was a house slave, and today he sits on the throne.

This position, which countless people dream of today, can be discarded at will by him.

(End of this chapter)