The Word of Heaven

Chapter 207 The Death of the Taoist Master
Gu Zhuo didn't want to pay attention.

However, such endless nagging never needs to be paid attention to, as long as the person speaking is not annoying.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter if you don't thank me. Anyway, I know what kind of person you are."

Wang Ji raised his eyebrows and said, "You are the kind of person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. You must be extremely grateful right now. You have thousands of things to say to me, and every one of them is about how I got to know such a reliable friend like you back then. It's really worth it for me to have a friend like you in my life. It's worth the trip..."

"If you repeat something like this three thousand times, it's probably how you feel right now."

At this point, he naturally reached out and patted Gu Zhuo on the shoulder, saying, "Do you understand everything?"

Gu Zhuo turned a deaf ear to it.

Wang Ji felt a little bored, and he casually glanced around the scene, saying unhappily, "Do you want me to come over here? How could you not even handle such a small situation?"

Gu Zhuo was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said, "What's the point of saying something like this? Don't you know what realm I am in now? Or do you want to hear me call myself trash?"

Wang Ji stopped talking and thought, if you are a waste, then am I not even as good as a bug crawling in the ground?
Thinking of this, he moved his fingers slowly, allowing his fingertips to rub lightly against the hilt of the sword.

There was a slight rubbing sound.

A sword light then appeared.

Time no longer stands still.

When everyone here, whose thoughts and time had frozen, woke up again, they found that the world before them had changed abruptly.

A flash of white light instantly submerged everything in sight, leaving no room for anything else.

Immediately afterwards, extremely intense pain appeared in their bodies and penetrated into their souls.

So everything, whether fists, flying swords, or Taoist magic, was broken.

Blood, like a backflow of torrential rain, gushed out from the bodies of each person who took action, directly soaking their clothes and turning their black robes into red in an instant.

This process was a long one for Gu Zhuo.

He could clearly see how Wang Ji swung the sword in his hand, using the three-foot sword tip to cut off the fist, pierce the Taoist magic, repel the flying sword, and then leisurely slap the sword body at the Northern Yan priest.

In his eyes, all this happened very slowly because Wang Ji's movements were really slow.

However, in the real world... everything is so fleeting.

Just in that word "wait a minute".

……

……

Slow down one moment, or you will be seriously injured the next moment.

Two completely different feelings appeared in the body and soul at the same time, bringing an extremely strong sense of intersection, as if the whole person was cut off in time, with the past and the future existing at the same time.

Only Chu Jun stayed out of it.

She only felt that the scene in front of her eyes suddenly changed, and then all the senior strong men including Zizai Taoist were seriously injured and were not far from death.

No one died, and the pain from the serious injuries did not cause any screams. Everyone present lowered their heads and clenched their teeth tightly, not daring to make any sound.

At this point, who still doesn't understand from whom that word "wait a minute" came?

In heaven and on earth, in the north and south of the world.

In tens of millions of years, there was only one cry: wait a minute.

Then, the only one who could draw the three-foot sword and kill someone at this moment is that person.

In front of this person, no one is worthy of talking to him, let alone bargaining.

Not dying on the spot was already a mercy.

Such a great favor cuts off not only the words but also every thought.

There was dead silence.

……

……

In fact, it is not quiet here.

Wang Ji has something to say.

It's just that he never liked to let outsiders hear his voice, so he remained silent.

"No wonder you made such a trip in person."

He looked across the long distance at the boulder that was beating silently, and said, "This thing is really very interesting."

Gu Zhuo suddenly said: "My evaluation is very interesting."

Wang Ji glanced at him and thought, are you trying to belittle me?

Gu Zhuo said honestly: "If you don't believe me, you can ask them."

Wang Ji chuckled.

Gu Zhuo is naturally understanding.

"I can live without calling you over here."

He changed the subject naturally and said, "The main reason I asked you to come here is because you need to take a look at this thing."

Wang Ji asked mockingly, "Are you afraid that I will be deceived?"

Gu Zhuo said: "This matter has something to do with you."

Wang Ji said as a matter of course: "I stopped caring about this a hundred years ago."

"Oh."

Gu Zhuo said no more.

For some reason, his tone was calm, but it sounded sarcastic.

Wang Ji asked with a strange look on his face: "Are you blaming me?"

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhuo asked seriously, "Did you become stupid from practicing sword skills?"

Hearing this, Wang Ji heaved a sigh of relief and said calmly, "I just don't want to run into any bad things."

Gu Zhuo said, "Let's talk about business."

Wang Ji was more than pleased, and said meaningfully: "This thing is not easy to kill, it's not a matter of one or two swords."

Gu Zhuo glanced at him and said, "I have never had the intention to kill anyone."

Wang Ji asked sarcastically, "Could it be that you feel pity for her?"

"You think too much."

Gu Zhuo shook his head and said calmly: "I just didn't agree to do such a thing. Even if this thing deserves to die, it shouldn't die in my hands. It has nothing to do with me."

Hearing this, Wang Ji couldn't help but sigh and said with regret: "Why can't you just kill him on a whim and owe me a huge favor?"

"I'm not an idiot."

Gu Zhuo's voice was very easygoing, without any anger at all: "And this favor is not small, how big a favor do you want?"

Wang Ji said sincerely: "No favor is too big. As long as you are willing to owe it, then I am willing to lend it."

Gu Zhuo thought that this was indeed the truth.

"It's a pity that there are few people in this world that you can owe a favor to."

Wang Ji said nonchalantly, "That academy, what's its name, really missed out on a huge business opportunity."

Gu Zhuo was silent for a moment, thinking back to the vice president who had been dead for two seasons, and said softly, "Not necessarily."

The words stop here.

It had nothing to do with the fact that the two of them had no intention of having a deep conversation, or that time had passed quickly.

The reason lies in Chu Jun.

To be more precise, it was because she came here at a low level.

Gu Zhuo said to Wang Ji: "Let me tell you in advance, I don't want to see you."

Wang Ji rolled his eyes and said, "Do I really want to see him?"

In this huge world, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to make such a reaction.

There is only one person related to Chu Jun.

The master of pure view.

——The number one person in Taoism in a hundred years since the collapse of Xuandu.

Gu Zhuo turned around, faced the boulder, and looked at Yu Yang.

Wang Ji felt it was very troublesome.

Thinking so, he finally stood in Chu Jun's sight and hid his figure from Gu Zhuo.

Chu Jun has a title among the younger generation and even in the entire cultivation world - the Divine Scenery Girl.

The word "Shen Jing" was chosen by Taoist masters, meaning "Once Shen Jing ascends to the sky, how dark it is without candlelight" is a magnificent poem, referring to the scene after the sun rises as usual, and also implying that she is best at receiving the light from the sky.

Why is there light in the world?

It can be the sun, or it can be a person in the process of ascending to heaven.

When Chu Jun closed his eyes and opened them again.

She was still the same person, but she was no longer completely herself.

Her eyes were indifferent, not because she was indifferent to life and death, but because she was used to the normalcy of spring breeze and autumn moon.

Her expression was calm, not the calmness of a calm lake that is unmoved by thunder, but the calmness of the remaining rain dripping from the eaves after the clouds dispersed.

“I was surprised,” she said.

Wang Ji said: "Why be surprised?"

Chu Jun, or the master of the temple, looked at the young man in front of him quietly, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, and said with emotion: "It has been many years since I saw you like this."

This of course means reminiscing about the past.

However, for some reason, Wang Ji showed no interest in this and said coldly, "It is inappropriate to collude with the barbarians."

The master of the temple turned his head and looked at a man who was trembling all over with his head down. He said in a gentle voice: "This sentence may also be applied to you, Yi Shui."

Wang Ji laughed and said, "I'm not the leader, but you are."

From a certain perspective, the supreme elders in the sects are often the emperors in the dynasty. They like to hide themselves behind secret scenes that are never seen by the sun, treating all living beings as chess pieces and manipulating them at will for fun.

The problem is that this is not the headmaster after all.

The master sighed and said, "You are still such a scoundrel."

Wang Ji looked at him and said, "A person who slanders others with his roguery is a rogue."

The master remained silent.

Wang Ji subconsciously stretched out his hand and wanted to knock on the armrest as a silent mockery.

Then, he realized that he was no longer disabled, and asked sarcastically, "Borrowing the body of your disciple, don't you think this method is vulgar and boring?"

The abbot said calmly, "I just did what was necessary. Besides, how could I harm my own disciple?"

Hearing the last four words, Wang Ji smiled and did not make any comment.

The master of the temple didn't care at all. His eyes casually swept around the scene, finally stopping on the huge rock and staring at it for a long time.

There was no change in the emotion in her eyes, and there was no sign of if it was really like that. They were as light as morning dew.

"do you know?"

"Ok?"

Wang Ji glanced at her.

The master of the temple said softly, "The whereabouts of the morning and evening bells."

Wang Ji said: "Why do you think I know?"

"Others may not know, but I know it after all."

The temple master said seriously: "That person has few friends, and you are one of them. If anyone really knows the whereabouts of the Morning and Evening Bell, it must be you."

Wang Ji was in a bad mood after hearing this, but his tone remained unmoved, and he said, "He is who he is. Why bother referring to him by someone else? It's boring and uninteresting."

The master of the temple smiled and said, "That's why you didn't like me back then."

Wang Ji's words were as sharp as a sword.

"Who would like to see people being mysterious and playing tricks?"

He said jokingly, "It's common for people in the Taoist sect to be disliked. It's all their own fault."

The temple master smiled as he looked at Wang Ji quietly, sighed and said, "Yes, playing tricks is to make people hate you. It's a pity that he died because he didn't do that."

Wang Ji was silent.

The temple master said: "People in the Dao sect understand the mysteries of the Great Dao and understand all things and all living beings. How can they not be envied by the heavens?"

Wang Ji still didn't say anything. "For someone like me, it's never too much to be cautious. So what if I call that person that person?"

The temple master's voice was no longer calm, and was filled with melancholy: "It's not someone else. You know exactly who I'm referring to."

Wang Ji raised his head, his gaze seemed to penetrate through the layers of rocks and reach the sky.

I don't know how long it was before he withdrew his gaze and asked a question.

"A hundred years have passed. What do you think happened back then?"

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According to the records of historians, the Taoist master fought alone against four enemies in the Battle of Xuandu, but was defeated by a hair's breadth.

This was the official version of the Great Qin court - however, there was no record of any details of the battle between the two sides, why the Taoist master was defeated, when did he show signs of defeat, and how he died in the end...

All descriptions related to this are blank.

The cultivation community was extremely curious about this, and many people from various sects in the world were busy traveling around to find out the truth. However, all these efforts were stopped by the Sky Patrol Department, or the will of His Majesty the Emperor.

Over time, people a hundred years later had to get used to it and no longer wanted to explore the death of the Taoist master.

however.

however.

This is not what those who lived in the century thought.

Wang Ji looked at the master of the temple.

The master was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't personally participate in that battle back then, all I have is a guess."

Wang Ji said: "At least you were in Xuandu at that time, so you could see it more clearly than me."

"Maybe."

The master recalled the scene at that time and his thoughts in recent years. After a long silence, he finally said those two words: "Heavenly Punishment."

Wang Ji suddenly laughed and said, "How boring."

The master of the temple said seriously, "This is indeed the most boring answer, but it is also the only possible answer. Otherwise, he should not have died and could not have died."

After hearing this, Wang Ji suddenly changed the subject: "How does the current White Emperor compare to him back then?"

The master was silent for a moment and said, "Who knows?"

Wang Ji said: "So you want to know."

When he said this, his tone was certain and unquestionable.

The abbot laughed but said nothing.

This is undoubtedly the default.

Then he said: "This requires a more in-depth confirmation than the one in Yunmengze."

Wang Ji asked, "How do we confirm this?"

The master said, “You have seen it.”

This sentence seemed to be deliberately mysterious, but Wang Ji knew it was true.

At this moment, far behind him where it was inconvenient for him to turn around, there was a real beating boulder - a mountain god, a false Yuhua realm.

The master of the temple held out his hand to him, and his meaning was very clear, and asked, "How?"

Wang Ji shook his head, looked at the girl's fair skin with disdain, and said mockingly, "How dare you use the hand of your own closed disciple to reach out to me?"

"Feel sorry."

The abbot retracted his hand somewhat belatedly, smiled apologetically, and said, "Do you want to listen to more?"

Wang Ji asked with a puzzled look on his face: "When did you think I wasn't a curious person?"

The master of the temple did not care about his sarcasm and said, "There are not many situations in this world that are qualified for the White Emperor to take action. At this moment, this mountain god is still not enough, so I have an idea."

It is either unintentional or intentional.

These words happened to fall into the ears of Yu Yang and became known to him.

So he became dazed and stunned, his eyes changed from alert to astonishment and then to numbness, all in an instant.

The Yuhua Realm statue that the barbarians had spent countless costs to create was now like a piece of merchandise on a scale, to be used and placed at will by anyone.

How ridiculous?

How painful?

It's like going through so much trouble to finally climb over a hill, only to suddenly find that there's no one waiting for you on the other side because the other person has already reached a higher peak.

Gu Zhuo looked at Yu Yang, and some pity appeared in his eyes again.

All this was the result he had expected.

The conversation between Wang Ji and the temple master is still going on.

"What are your thoughts?"

"Yingxu is dead. There is no one like him left in the world. So we don't need anyone anymore."

"The morning and evening clock?"

"good."

"Using this method developed by the barbarians to sacrifice the Morning and Evening Bell, awaken the traces of him immersed in it, and condense it into a new person, our emperor will naturally be moved by it."

"That sounds interesting."

Wang Ji said.

The master looked at him, smiled and asked again: "How?"

Wang Ji shrugged and said, "I won't stop you."

The master said, "But you won't help me either."

Wang Ji put his hands behind his back, let Qie Man lie across his back, and said with a sigh, "After all, I have said that I will never coexist with the barbarians. It would be bad to break my promise when I am old and dying. That would be a slap in my face."

The master of the temple could not refute this logic, so he agreed.

He had never expected that this simple conversation would get the other party to side with him.

The best response is not to object.

Thinking of this, the abbot waved his sleeves lightly.

A spring breeze comes with it.

The Taoist priest stopped bleeding, his wounds gradually healed, and his eyes regained their color.

The same is true for the swordsman who came from Yishui.

Even the strong men from the Qin border army... at least did not die from this gust of wind.

The only people who died were the loyal servants to the King of Northern Yan.

Wherever the spring breeze blows, blood is flowing.

His head fell off, rolled around a few times on the uneven ground, fell into the lava river, splashed sparks, and disappeared without a trace.

"what."

When the master was about to look away, his eyes fell on the headless corpse. He raised his eyebrows and said, "How lamentable."

As he spoke, he flicked Chu Jun's fingertips slightly, and a jade bead burst out of his belly.

The jade bead is famous for Yantian.

This bead has nothing to do with deducing the secrets of heaven. It is extremely hard and is not afraid of wind, frost or rain. However, it is not used for forging swords or refining weapons. It has only one very simple purpose - to truthfully record everything happening around the holder of the bead.

This priest from Northern Yan seemed to have come here with the intention of dying, not only to reach an agreement with the barbarians, but also to record all the collusion between the Great Qin and the various clans and the barbarians.

As for why the monarch did this?

The master was indifferent.

The jade bead finally fell into the molten lava and turned into smoke, disappearing into nothingness.

Before leaving, he looked at Wang Ji again and asked, "Where is the disciple Yingxu?"

Wang Ji asked back: "You want to kill him?"

The temple master laughed in silence, shook his head and said, "We are all Taoists, why would we go to such lengths? I am just a little curious about him."

Wang Ji said: "Then you are curious about too many things."

The master looked at him thoughtfully, then said, "I should go now."

Wang Ji smiled back and said, "No thanks."

"pity."

The master closed his eyes with some regret.

When I opened my eyes again, it was Chu Jun.

In just a moment, the girl's face suddenly turned as pale as snow, and blood kept flowing out from the corners of her lips.

She subconsciously raised her sleeve to wipe it, but it was impossible to wipe it clean, until her green Taoist robe was stained bright red.

No matter how talented she is among the younger generation, no matter how suitable her physique is for the arrival of the master, she can't bear the heavy burden brought by a slight wave of her sleeves, and she needs to pay the price for it.

This is a rule that cannot be violated in spiritual practice.

Even Gu Zhuo had to abide by it.

"You already know everything you need to know. What are you going to do next?"

Wang Ji asked curiously.

Gu Zhuo did not answer. He watched Chu Jun sit down before falling and then looked away.

Then, he looked at Yu Yang, who looked numb, and said calmly, "Do you still want to stick to your own ideas now?"

Yu Yang's voice was emotionless: "What's your idea?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Today's transaction."

Yu Yang was silent for a while, then said, "Maybe I should give up."

Gu Zhuo said calmly, "This spring, when I was in Shendu, I met a fat man. He said that I was a good person. Fortunately, I was willing to take him seriously and let him do business with me."

Yu Yang looked at him, and suddenly sneered, saying sarcastically: "But I am not a human."

"I didn't say you were human."

Gu Zhuo said casually: "It doesn't matter to me whether you are a human or not. When I do business, I never care what the other party is, as long as it can understand what I am saying."

The words are true, everyone has to believe them.

Yu Yang was stunned.

Gu Zhuo continued: "What you want, I mean what you originally wanted, I can give it to you."

Yu Yang remained silent.

What he proposed at the beginning of the transaction was not anything but the living space for the barbarians.

However, this is actually a very empty condition.

Why can't we survive in the wilderness?
Outside the wilderness, it is certainly better to live on the fertile and beautiful lands occupied by humans with the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but who dares to bear the infamy and give away those lands?
“That land will be in the wilderness.”

Gu Zhuo didn't care to hide it and said directly: "What I want is the method of sacrifice and refining."

Yu Yang raised his head and looked into his eyes. After a long silence, he shook his head and said, "It doesn't make any sense for you to get it, because you are not a wild man. This is something that only wild men are qualified to use."

Gu Zhuo said: "Just curious."

Yu Yang said no more.

The first sentence he said was not from his conscience. If he really had such a luxury as conscience, he would have died in this cold and barren land of the wilderness long ago. How could he be alive today?

The reason for saying this is just to gain some opportunities.

For example, establishing a stable relationship with Gu Zhuo.

Whether this relationship is for the purpose of studying the method of offering sacrifices to all living things or for any other reason, as long as it really exists, it is fine.

"can."

Yu Yang forced an ugly smile on his face, lowered his head and said: "I am willing to give you the method of sacrifice and refining."

Gu Zhuo nodded and said, "Very good."

Then he casually took back the Three Life Pagoda and said to Wang Ji: "Next, I'll have to trouble you to accompany me for a while."

There was a sense of laziness in Wang Ji's voice.

"Okay~ When you come back, just have a drink with me."

Gu Zhuo walked deeper into the cave and said without looking back, "I'll pay for the wine."

(End of this chapter)