Tao and Heaven

Chapter 219 Gu Wen's Longevity
The Nine Netherworlds.

After four years, the fighting gradually subsided.

"Surrender! Surrender! How can a hairy monster like you, who is less than ten thousand years old, be so powerful?"

The little fat boy retracted his Dharma body and squatted at the city gate with his head in his hands. His fingers were twisted and broken, and there were two big lumps on his head like dragon horns, and his right cheek was swollen.

He had spent 100,000 years refining the true meaning of the Five Elements, and 50,000 years refining the law of reincarnation, which enabled him to glimpse the Great Dao and comprehend the meaning of immortality. But the fists of the young man in front of him seemed to be touched by thunder, and he could even grasp the image.

No matter how many supernatural powers you have, in the end it will only become a competition of pure strength.

Qingcang put away his ten thousand feet long Dharma body and asked, "Can I enter now?"

"You are welcome to do as you please, but I cannot guarantee whether the Lord of the Mansion will see you or not."

The little fat boy took the initiative to open the door, and the thousand-foot bronze door was easily moved open by his five-foot body. Qing Cang stepped inside, and everything in front of her was still prosperous, but no one looked at her.

Just like five years ago, everyone keeps doing the same thing over and over again.

A fox appeared on Qingcang's shoulder, wrapped around him like a scarf, with a gentle voice:

"These seem to be the Yin Gods of the past. Judging from their auras, their lives are safe, but for some reason they are like puppets. I wonder what kind of evil magic that five-foot-tall man cast on them just now."

"Where did this furry doll come from that nonsense?"

The three-eyed fat boy caught up from behind. He followed Qingcang one step behind and trotted after him with his short legs.

"The creatures in Wuwang City are immortal and free from disasters and harm. The creatures here are older than you, and some are even from the same era as Jianmu."

The fox fairy knew that he was no match for the other party, so he shrank his head and asked in a soft voice: "I am sorry for my words, but may I ask what is going on with them, senior?"

"That's a long story."

The fat boy's mouth opened and closed like a machine gun. He started from the founding of the underworld and spoke at length for an incense stick's time without getting to the main point.

He hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and today he wants to pour out all the loneliness of one hundred thousand years.

Qingcang stopped and said, "Speak to the point."

"I have lived too long. All things are born and die, and no one can escape it. Even if a transcendent person has an infinite life span, he will be worn away by disasters over the long years. So-called."

The fat boy had just mentioned some key points and was about to start a long speech. Qing Cang slightly clenched his five fingers and his voice became weaker in an instant.

He shrank his neck and said, "Many of them are not transcendents. They can live so long entirely because of their fate as earth gods. The youngest in the city has lived for 200,000 years, and his consciousness has long been lost in the long years."

"After the Lord of the Mansion attained enlightenment and completed his reincarnation, many lost their consciousness. Until today, only I, the Gate God, am left."

Two hundred thousand years?

The fox fairy's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but show a look of desire in them.

You must know that those who live forever in heaven and earth will encounter a catastrophe once in ten thousand years. Often, a semi-immortal can’t survive more than three times, and an immortal can’t survive more than nine times.

Can you easily live for 200,000 years here?

"Yun Shang, if we can put your two descendants here, all problems will be solved."

"People don't live for a long time, but it can indeed be a delaying tactic." Qing Cang nodded slightly, then changed the subject and warned: "But you'd better not stay here for long, otherwise the Great Dao will be cut off and you will be imprisoned here in this life."

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The desire in the fox fairy's eyes faded away,

"Little fox, you can wander around the world enough, then come to Wuwang City to enjoy hundreds of thousands of years without illness or disaster."

Then the kindness on the face of the little fat boy behind him disappeared, and was replaced by a green face with fangs, exactly the same as the beast mask at the city gate, with pupils as big as eggs glowing red.

"How about I give you the throne? Then you can go one step further."

He is not in his right mind anymore.

The fox fairy closed her mouth even tighter, her instinct telling her that this place was very spooky.

Fortunately, the Taiyin Order did not fall into her hands at that time, otherwise, with the help of the Taiyin Order, she might have found the person and this time she would have been in great danger.

Wuwang City is very large. Qingcang used his ability to shrink the distance to an inch. He took a step of more than ten miles but it took him dozens of days to see a green-tiled tower.

The door is nine feet high, with three levels of steps, an animal tripod blocking the door, and bright lights.

Book, reincarnation.

Qingcang stepped onto the first step, his body shrank slightly, and the fox on his shoulder turned into a mouse.

She stopped her right leg and said, "You leave first."

The idea is steps, and the Avenue of the Lord is derived from it, which can divide immortals into three categories.

"Be careful and remember not to act impulsively. I have given you my life and property. Your disciple doesn't want you to do anything reckless. Don't do something that will make him come back again if you die."

The fox fairy didn't waste any time and jumped off Qingcang's shoulder. Together with the gate god Wuwang, she watched her climb the three steps.

Qingcang walked past the beast cauldron, and wisps of incense floated toward the back of the door, leading her into the mansion.

The green smoke and incense are lingering, the eaves are decorated with animal heads and ghosts, the towering buildings reach the sky, and the murals in the corridors extend through the ages.

The murals go from desolation to prosperity, with innate gods and demons showing their holiness, and then falling to the earth to breed acquired creatures. Acquired creatures take root in the earth and stand in a myriad of races, and Jianmu stands on the earth, until the end is a mirror.

Qing Cang saw herself, which seemed to indicate that she would be the final winner, the destined great sage in the future, or perhaps she was saying that she was a flower in the mirror.

Raise your hand, clench your fist, and punch out.

Bang!
The mirror shattered, and the corridor that recorded the history of heaven and earth for millions of years disappeared.

When her vision returned, she was already in a bronze land that was so vast that her spiritual power could not reach the end. The land, covered with copper rust, was endless.

Under Qingcang's feet was a gray surface as rough as cardboard, with trillions of words arranged neatly, and each line seemed to represent the birth and death, lifespan, and fate of a living being.

"Li Yunshang, future saint, why are you here?"

A majestic voice came from heaven.

Qing Cang raised his head and said, "I hope my successor will extend my life for a thousand years."

"The Way is ever-present, and life and death are determined by heaven."

The Lord's refusal was not unexpected. This was not the first time Qingcang had come into contact with a saint. If Lingzu was not an exception, then this Lord should be the same as Lingzu.

The sage covers heaven and earth with the Great Way and exists inaction.

It is impossible to ask Him to take back the life disaster, and it is even more impossible to ask Him to extend Gu Wen's life, but it will not stop me either.

She said, "If you don't change, I will change it."

Lang Lang's mysterious voice fell: "The weight of life and death, the authority of the saint, it will not be too late for you to touch it again ten thousand years later."

“Seize the day, not ten thousand years.”

Qing Cang bit his fingertips, leaned over and wrote the two words "Gu Wen" on the Book of Life and Death. Then a line of words appeared, countless words made up Gu Wen's life, fate, and the ever-flowing life span.

She glanced at it, was slightly stunned, and then continued to change the lifespan without hesitation.

Gu Wen, among all the ordinary beings, lived alone for a thousand years.

A life span of a thousand years, but just a few strokes seemed to take up half of her life.

When Qingcang stood up again, only an empty sleeve was left on her right arm.

A finger fell from the sky and gently tapped on the line of bloody words, and golden light flowed through the fonts.

"allow."
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After an incense stick of time, Qingcang walked out of the mansion, and the fox fairy immediately came to meet him. Seeing his empty arms and some gray hair, she said nothing more. She waved her hand and took the fox fairy and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the void, and in an instant returned to the physical body of the cultivation world.
Click!

A crisp sound came from his right arm, and Qingcang's arm broke into pieces, and his breath was rapidly weakening.

"Eat it."

The fox fairy came forward and handed over a pill, but Qingcang waved his hand slightly to refuse.

"This is not an injury, but a price, the price of tampering with life and death."

She left a part of her Dao in the Book of Life and Death, as a token of her life extension for Gu Wen. This broken arm was the price, and it could not be healed by elixir.

"Will it affect you?"

"I won't die. I will extend my disciple's life by a thousand years. The time for me to become a Lesser Saint will be pushed back accordingly. Of course, I may not be able to wait until then."

Qingcang's voice was a little weak, but a smile appeared on his lips. Most of the depression in his chest was relieved.

That’s right, at least he didn’t die. The inexplicable relief made the fox fairy feel mixed emotions.

She had been worried from the beginning that Qingcang would sacrifice himself, and rescued her apprentice like transferring from the left hand to the right hand. Now it seems that Qingcang is not that weak, nor that stupid. She not only saved herself, but also bought time for her apprentice.

But she was also seriously injured like Jianmu, maybe even more seriously.

This meant that they could not launch a major counterattack while Jianmu was recovering, thereby weakening Jianmu.

In the struggle for the great way, every little bit means life and death.

"Is it worth it? You could have won directly, but now it has ended up like this."

The fox fairy bared her teeth slightly, breathing heavily. She wanted to scold him but felt that scolding would not wake him up, and there was no need to do so.

"Originally you could become a minor saint within a thousand years, but now that you have lost an arm it is unknown whether you can become a minor saint. Gu Wen could live for a thousand years, but in the end it gave Jianmu time to recover in disguise."

"Besides, he will die after a thousand years. Do you expect him to come out of this on his own?"

"It's my fault, but please allow me to be selfish."

Qingcang did not argue, his eyes half closed with fatigue, and said: "Jianmu will eventually have flaws, but can my disciple still be alive after tens of millions of years? Miaomiao, I only have this one disciple, and I will not let go no matter what."

The fox fairy gnashed her teeth and said, "If you favor him so much, where is your courage to sever ties with me back then?"

At first, she persuaded Qingcang to join Jianmu and become the Lord of the Cave Heaven, but due to different philosophies, they cut off contact for three thousand years.

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Qingcang fell silent.

Just as Jianmu said, she had lost her former invincible power, but she fell into it willingly.

When the fox fairy saw her like this, she snorted coldly and turned away without sulking.

What is worrying is not the scarcity of wealth but the inequality of wealth. It would be fine if she had always been ruthless, but now she has become so indecisive for the sake of a successor.

At this time, Wukong's voice came.

"Fellow Daoist Qingcang, she wants to enter the Immortal Realm again. Are you really not going to stop her?"

"Let her go. He can't stay alone all the time. He'll lose his humanity."
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The land of immortality, spring.

Yu Hua came back again. Due to the existence of the law of transformation from immortal to mortal, the Qiankun bag became ineffective. She carried a yellow bag that was bigger than her body.

Gu Wen asked curiously, "Why do you bring so many things?"

"Someone else asked me to deliver it."

Yu Hua took out four letters, from Chi Yuzi, Xiao Yunyi, Lan Yongning, and He Huan.

Gu Wen opened the envelope and read it. Xiao Yunyi greeted him briefly, Lan Yongning wrote with full ink, He Huan spoke as if it was a daily conversation, and Chi Yuzi only asked one question: "Where should I go?"

First, he took out a stack of white paper. It felt extremely delicate, and you could vaguely see shiny lines inside it, floating like clouds.

"This is given to you by Lan Yongning. It is a cloud-patterned paper unique to Wenkuizhou that can store mana and the artistic conception of cultivators. It is generally used to make talismans and write exercises. In the land of immortality, its effect is only one in a hundred, but only this kind of paper can retain its effectiveness."

"That sounds expensive. How much does this piece of paper cost?"

Gu Wen asked curiously. He was quite interested in this kind of cultivation supplies with high consumption. This would give him a glimpse into the daily life of most cultivators.

He had seen many geniuses, but had never seen an ordinary cultivator.

"The spiritual stones worth of cloud pattern paper are equivalent to what a cultivator in the Qi training stage needs in a year. It is usually used by great cultivators above the Golden Core stage." Yu Hua replied, "And these are top-grade, and only True Lords can use them. This one is something that ordinary cultivators cannot even get even if they work hard to cultivate spiritual fields for their entire lives."

"A lifetime? That's a bit too expensive."

Gu Wen was a little stunned by the fist-thick papers in his hand. There were at least several hundred sheets.

Is it that the cloud pattern paper is worth the money, or are ordinary monks being exploited too harshly?
You can't even afford one even if you farm for a lifetime. In the previous life, it would be equivalent to several million per ticket. Most people's lifetime salary added up is not even several million.

It seems that Brother Lan has really made a fortune.

"These are not meant for ordinary people to use. Even ordinary cultivators may not be able to buy them even if they have the money. Top-grade cloud-patterned paper is specially provided by the Heavenly Lord. If a True Lord wants it, he can only go to the black market."

Yu Hua didn't think there was a problem. She was not Qing Cang, nor was she Gu Wen, who had some knowledge that did not belong to the world of cultivation.

She said as a matter of course: "As Jade Pure Heavenly Venerable, you are one of the most powerful people in the human race, so you can naturally afford it."

Fellow Daoist Yu Hua, you seem to be somewhat out of touch with the masses.

Gu Wen asked: "How are they now?"

"Chi Yuzi is recuperating in my Yuqing Peak. Xiao Yunyi has been selected as the next Sword Master of the Sword Sect. Lan Yongning and He Huan have both become candidates for the Heavenly Master."

Yu Hua answered without hesitation.

"The top ten geniuses who come out of the immortal land are basically trained as Heavenly Venerables. In addition to strength, the position of Heavenly Venerable must also be recognized by the large and small sects in the whole state."

Only the top sects can retain fixed positions of Heavenly Lords, namely the Three Pure Ones, one Buddha, one Demon, and one Sword.

They are the Three Pure Ones, the Buddhist Xumi, the Demonic Master, and the Sword Master of Zhejian Mountain. They correspond to the top forces of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demonism.

All the other Heavenly Lords were the heads of a state, not a fixed sect. In a sense, they could not guarantee that every generation would produce a Dao Realm expert, while holy places such as the Three Pure Ones Dao Sect could.

"For example, the Wenzun position in Wenkui Prefecture has been vacant for many years. Now Lan Yongning is being trained as a Tianzun. As long as his cultivation breaks through the Dao realm, he will immediately take power."

"How big is a state?"

"Each is different, but basically they are several times larger than the immortal land. Lan Yongning's Wenkuizhou is enough to rank in the top ten of the human race. There are countless powerful people among them, and many of them can become heavenly masters. But this position was left to him, which obviously has ulterior motives."

Several times?
Gu Wen looked around. This land of Daxia was equivalent to the ancient Central Plains to Guangnan, including the territories of the demons and barbarians, which was equivalent to East Asia, or even Asia.

"For example, when the Three Pure Ones split up, you chose Xuanhuang Prefecture. When you landed on Yuqing Mountain, you became the Heavenly Master of Xuanhuang Prefecture. All the sects in this area, big and small, must obey your orders."

"It seems that the world of immortal cultivation is not as loose as I thought."

Gu Wen originally thought that countless scattered sects ruled the vast territory and that the sects did not interfere with each other. He did not expect that Tianzun had the power to command other sects.

Yu Hua said: "In fact, the ones who want the existence of the Heavenly Lord the most are often the small sects, because with the Heavenly Lord there will be a strong order."

Gu Wen finished reading the letter, then folded it again and put it in his arms.

"How is the Master doing?"

"Master is like a dragon that can only be seen from head to tail. I haven't seen Master for seven or eight years."

(End of this chapter)