Tao and Heaven

Chapter 224: Eight Hundred Years Late
"If I were you, I wouldn't go in there."

A voice came, and Gu Wen turned around to see Wukong, dressed in red and barefoot, standing behind him.

He had been watching Gu Wen, not only to prevent Jianmu from attacking, but also to be curious about what was so special about this little saint who lived for 800 years. If he could comprehend a little, perhaps his cultivation would be greatly improved.

As for the inheritance left by Yu Hua and so on, Wu Kong felt that there was no need to point it out because things had already happened and could not be undone.

He has lived for so many years, and the human race has been active for tens of thousands of years. Wukong has long been familiar with the seven emotions and six desires of humans, which are far superior to those of other creatures, and he can even see them more clearly than most people.

As long as you live long enough, you will become omniscient in a sense.

"As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind; out of hearing, out of deaf ears. If you had just left quietly, I wouldn't have had to come out."

Gu Wen smiled and said, "Senior, you are obsessed with appearances. What you cannot see still exists. Just like I was imprisoned in the immortal land, can I also treat the cultivation world as non-existent?"

Wukong shook his head and said, "No, my friend still had a glimmer of hope at the beginning, but now she probably only has half a chance."

Gu Wen's eyes moved slightly, and he turned aside and said, "Senior, please come in and tell me slowly."

The two entered the house, walked across the courtyard in ten steps, and arrived at the door in three steps.

Pushing open the door, the room was fully furnished. There was a folding screen embroidered with green mountains and white cranes. On the mahogany cloud-patterned table there was a half-drunk cup of tea, a piece of yellowed cloud-patterned paper and a book on qigong.

Gu Wen looked towards a relatively empty place, and the scene from the fairy sword in the past emerged in his mind.

They sat down, and Gu Wen poured tea for Wu Kong, who curled his lips and said, "Your tea is eight hundred years old. It's useless even if there is a formation to maintain it."

I opened the teacup and took a look. The tea leaves inside had turned into a black mass.

However, as an immortal, Wukong drank it without any scruples, and then explained the whole story to Gu Wen.

"Back then, you were imprisoned by Jianmu, and Qingcang escaped successfully. This is a good thing for us, and it also gives all parties hope of eradicating Jianmu. So after obtaining the consent of Daoist Qingcang, I began to contact all parties. Many fellow Daoists responded, and seven of them agreed to come down to fight."

Gu Wen said: "It seems that Jianmu is not very popular."

"The path to becoming a saint is all like this. It takes the power of the entire world to make a saint. Back then, Jianmu was rooted in the earth, and everything outside Jianmu was barren. He has offended more than just the human race, but Qingcang is currently the only strong man who can threaten Jianmu."

Wukong gave a brief explanation and then returned to the main topic.

"We were originally planning to take advantage of Jianmu's severed vitality to severely injure him. Then your master went to the underworld and came back with one arm broken off. He was also severely injured. Then a war between humans and demons broke out. Many things happened during that time that I cannot describe one by one. In the end, your master killed a demon ancestor and was also severely injured."

Having said that, Wukong touched his abdomen, the slightly raised scar has not faded yet.

"Qing Cang is worthy of being a saint. He was able to kill a demon ancestor in that situation."

"Master, how is her injury?"

"You won't die, and your life isn't in danger. But you have to go and see for yourself. This kind of thing involves privacy and I can't know."

Gu Wen was silent for a while, then asked, "Where is she? Why didn't you stop her?"

"Haha, now that I've stopped you, can you still come out?"

Wukong asked back, and then answered himself: "Qingcang didn't let me stop you. If you didn't come out in the end, she would have lost both her disciples and her soldiers. Now that you have come out, she has a share of the credit."

He poured another cup of 800-year-old tea, which tasted so bitter that it made one's teeth grit. So Wukong also poured a cup for Gu Wen, pushed it in front of him, and motioned him to drink it.

Gu Wen took a gulp, but the bitter taste did not shake his calm expression at all.

He asked: "What then?"

"She exhausted her lifespan in repeated trips to the immortal land. Qingcang sealed her body with ten thousand years of black ice and sent her soul into the netherworld."

Wukong observed Gu Wen who was standing silently in front of him, and did not see him wavering at all. This did not mean that he had no sadness, but at least his mind was stable.

"This is no different from being dead. Once a dying person enters the netherworld, he can never come out again, unless you can ask the Lord to release him. This is obviously impossible. The rules of a saint cannot be disobeyed. After the Lord becomes a saint, an immortal who is about to die will die no matter how hard he struggles, let alone a mortal."

Gu Wen was speechless and listened quietly to Wu Kong's words. Then he said many words of enlightenment.

Wukong felt that it was almost impossible to retrieve the soul of a dying person from the netherworld, and it was unknown when Gu Wen would finally become a saint. According to the fox fairy, if you stayed in Wuwang City for too long, it would become dead silent.

He didn't tell Gu Wen about this, otherwise it would make him impatient.

"There is a cause and effect in the universe. She led you into the Dao in the beginning, and now she is helping you achieve enlightenment. She has saved a peerless immortal and created a minor saint. Her merits are complete."

Wukong stood up and left, and as the door closed, a shadow covered him.

The silence brought endless memories. Gu Wen began to pay attention to his surroundings uncontrollably again. His eyes swept over all the objects in the house, and everything here was intact.

Only he had been wearing the same old Taoist robe for eight hundred years, and the stubble on his face had also been there for eight hundred years.

The yellowed paper on the table caught Gu Wen's eye. He picked it up, unfolded it, and in the dim light in the room, the delicate words caught his eye.

[Liangjie City is very prosperous, I hope you like it]

At this moment, his thoughts surged out like a tide, and a drop of water fell from the shadow, like the eaves that had long disappeared in the immortal land, which would leak every time it rained, and now it finally drenched him. In fact, it was not that he didn't want to live comfortably, but he felt that there was a better place outside.

In fact, he didn't like tattered clothes, he just wanted the fairy glass clothes from outer space.

In fact, he didn't like to sit there alone, he just wanted to take a glimpse of the prosperity outside.

All the joy of breaking free from the shackles, wandering in the prosperity of the two-world city, was torn apart by the memories of the past, and the lingering snow-white figure crushed everything today.

It turns out that what I longed for was not the prosperity beyond the sky, but the prosperity that once existed.

Gu Wen woke up as if from a dream. He couldn't stop smiling and tears welled up in his eyes. He had no choice but to cover his eyes with his hands. Then his nasal cavity became blocked again, forcing him to gasp for air.

"Sorry, I'm eight hundred years late."

The jade pendant on the chest turned into a palm-sized cat ball. It was a little overwhelmed and could only lick Gu Wen's cheek continuously.

One morning, the deacon of Yiweimen Xianzhou Shipping knocked on the door.

The courtyard gate opened, and Gu Wen pushed it open and walked out, holding a book on Qi training in his hand, exuding the cultivation level of the Qi training stage.

The deacon was obviously stunned. A week ago, he couldn't detect Gu Wen's aura, so how come he has entered the Qi Refining Stage now?

"What are you doing?"

"I just broke through to Qi training a few days ago."

"You're new to Qi training?"

As he spoke, Gu Wen's breath gradually disappeared and he returned to calm.

The deacon was stunned and didn't ask any more questions. He just thought that Gu Wen was teasing him.

"The Immortal Boat is ready to depart. When can you leave?"

"Now you can."

Gu Wen shouted to the courtyard: "Cat, it's time to go."

Immediately afterwards, a group of black cats ran out, climbed onto Gu Wen's shoulder and lay down.

The deacon took a closer look and found it was a spirit beast similar to a raccoon, with two red circles on its chest, and it was also in the Qi training stage.

"Your spirit beast is quite good-looking. It has already reached the Qi training stage, and it may even reach the Golden Core stage."

"It can only practice Qi training now."

Gu Wen explained, but the deacon, who was at the Jindan stage, obviously couldn't understand the meaning.

The heirloom cave has expanded from ten miles in area to twenty miles. The laws therein are completely separated from the heaven and earth, forming a self-contained entity, and one can practice to the Qi training stage.

Gu Wen's Qi training stage is his law that allows people to practice to the Qi training stage, not him. Immortals still need to practice again, but Xiaosheng does not need it.
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An hour later, Gu Wen boarded the immortal boat, which was over a kilometer long, like an aircraft carrier.

It is said that this is only a medium-sized immortal boat, and the large one is at least ten thousand meters long. The top-level flying object can be a mountain. And Sanqing Mountain used to be one of them, with an entire continental plate as its main body, hanging high above the nine heavens.

Rising to the highest point in the sky, a thin layer of light appeared on the fairy boat, enveloping everything like a bubble.

hum!
Gu Wen stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the ripples in the void, feeling the changes in the laws of heaven and earth.

When the vibration reached its highest point, a huge black hole opened up in front of the fairy boat. Everyone plunged into it and was enveloped in darkness. In the next breath, warm sunlight sprinkled on their bodies.

As far as the eye can see, there are blue sky and white clouds, and under the feet there are already clouds and mist covering the peaks and dense forests.

"Everyone, we have arrived at Wenkuizhou. The next transfer will be in three days. Those who need to disembark please register to leave."

The disciples of the Yiwei Sect shouted, and then most of them walked towards the boat launch.

Amid the noisy crowd, Gu Wen heard a familiar name.

Tianxuan Conference.

Yu Hua once told him that the Tianxuan Conference, which is held every hundred years, is the most grand conference.

I should also go and see the conference she attended, and Lan Yongning happened to be in Wenkuizhou.

Gu Wen raised his hand and said, "Boatman, I want to get off the boat too."

As soon as the common name of boatman was uttered, coupled with Gu Wen's coarse cloth, the people around him immediately burst into laughter.

They find it funny that many people keep saying they are poor. It is ridiculous that there are many poor people.

(End of this chapter)