Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

He is at the celestial realm, how could Zhao Kuangyin block his spiritual sense?

"Xiaoyaozi, you are nearly forty years older than me, and you are not dead yet. How could I die?" Zhao Kuangyin's voice came from inside the mausoleum.

After Xiaoyaozi confirmed that it was Zhao Kuangyin, he immediately accelerated the excavation and soon arrived at the tomb chamber, ignoring the dazzling array of burial objects next to it.

He went straight in the direction of the flow of luck, turning left and right in the tomb passage. There were mechanisms and hidden weapons inside, but they could not cause any harm to Xiaoyaozi.

A quarter of an hour later, he finally arrived at the bottom of the mausoleum and saw Zhao Kuangyin wearing a yellow robe, sitting on a stone platform and staring at him.

At this time, he looked at Zhao Kuangyin's realm again, and after a subtle perception, he was a little surprised. Zhao Kuangyin was also a celestial being like him.

"Zhao Kuangyin, if you're not dead, why are you pretending to be dead? Don't you know that your Song Dynasty has been destroyed? And how did you maintain your realm without falling?"

Faced with Xiaoyaozi's series of doubts, Zhao Kuangyin selectively answered some of them before asking, "Who destroyed my Song Dynasty?"

Xiaoyaozi also didn't expect that Zhao Kuangyin faked his death with the help of his brother to practice, but when he succeeded in his practice, he was attacked by the dragon vein of national destiny, and he could not leave this place.

Hearing Zhao Kuangyin's question, Xiaoyaozi replied, "Murong Longcheng has grasped the concept of compassion and has steadily replaced the Song Dynasty with his invincible strength."

Zhao Kuangyin was somewhat furious. He thought it was his descendants' failure to live up to their expectations and their poor governance that led to the rebellion of the country, returning to the chaotic times of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. However, he had never expected that the country would be taken away by someone else's powerful strength.

"Xiaoyaozi, you're not dead yet. With your strength, how could you not stop Murong Longcheng? How could you watch helplessly as he seized our Song Dynasty?"

Xiaoyaozi frowned and asked, "You, the founding emperor, faked your death and hid away to practice cultivation, yet you want me to protect the Song Dynasty. What's your logic?

This old Taoist doesn't owe you the Song Dynasty a penny. I helped you build the country, and you faked your death. This old Taoist also blocked Murong Longcheng once, and my disciple also blocked him once.

This time, my disciple also tried to stop me, but unfortunately he was defeated and injured. "My sect owes nothing to the Song Dynasty. What's the reason for you saying this now?"

Zhao Kuangyin's expression froze, knowing he was in the wrong, and said, "Fellow Daoist, please forgive me. I was just excited for a moment. Please explain to me what's going on outside."

Xiaoyaozi nodded and began to talk about the changes outside after Zhao Kuangyin's death.

An hour later, Zhao Kuangyin sighed, "What a great Murong Longcheng! The Murong family has been trying to restore their country for hundreds of years but has never succeeded. I never thought that they would replace our Song Dynasty.

Compassionate mood, these Buddhist monks, how dare they call such a mood compassionate mood."

Xiaoyaozi waited for Murong Longcheng to finish speaking before asking, "When can you leave?"

Zhao Kuangyin looked at the extremely weak dragon vein beside him and said, "I need another two to three years."

Xiaoyaozi looked at the dragon vein beside him. Although it was weak and fragmented, it had not yet degenerated into an earth vein. "The Song Dynasty has been destroyed, but the dragon vein of national destiny has not weakened in several years?"

Zhao Kuangyin replied, "I don't know. Perhaps it's fate that the Song Dynasty hasn't fallen yet, and it's just been stolen. Just like the Han Dynasty."

Xiaoyaozi seemed to be lost in thought and asked, "The Han Dynasty was divided into the Eastern Han Dynasty and the Western Han Dynasty. Could it be that your Song Dynasty will also be divided into the Eastern Song Dynasty, the Western Song Dynasty, or the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty?"

"As long as I am alive, the Great Song Dynasty is just the Great Song Dynasty. As for whether it will be called the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty after my death, that is a matter for future generations." Zhao Kuangyin stood up and said in a majestic and domineering tone.

Xiaoyaozi looked at the somewhat illusory dragon vein next to him and asked doubtfully, "With your celestial realm, this dragon vein can't suppress you. Why don't you get out?"

Zhao Kuangyin waved his hand, and a jade seal suddenly appeared in his palm. "This jade seal is the imperial seal passed down from the Qin Emperor. For more than a thousand years, it has continuously absorbed the country's fortune and has now become a divine weapon.

As long as I refine this jade seal, I can use the luck within it to lock my own energy and prevent it from leaking out."

After hearing what Zhao Kuangyin said, Xiaoyaozi's eyes instantly became bright, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. His gaze was fixed on the jade seal, as if he was ready to snatch it away at any time.

Zhao Kuangyin remained calm, knowing what Xiaoyaozi was thinking. After all, no one could resist the temptation to resume their journey.

Zhao Kuangyin put away the jade seal and slowly said, "This jade seal was passed down by the Qin Emperor. Only those who possess the aura of an emperor can refine and utilize it. Therefore, although this item is good, it is of no use to you, fellow Taoist."

When Xiaoyaozi heard this, his expression remained unmoved, not even a ripple appeared.

What difficulty was there for him in possessing the so-called imperial aura? Murong Longcheng was able to steal the throne with his own strength, so why couldn't he do it?

"Alas..." Zhao Kuangyin sighed when he saw that Xiaoyaozi had not given up the idea of ​​robbing.

Then, an extremely powerful imperial aura emanated from his body, sweeping around like a surging ocean wave.

At the same time, the jade seal that he had originally put away flew out of his arms automatically and hovered steadily above his head.

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure came down on Xiaoyaozi like a mountain pressing down on his head.

Faced with such pressure, Xiaoyaozi refused to be outdone. He immediately mobilized all his strength and released all his aura.

Zhao Kuangyin was just a junior to him, and he was confident that he was not weaker than Zhao Kuangyin.

For a moment, the two people's momentum collided violently in the air, just like two giant dragons entangled and fighting each other, unable to separate.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the entire tomb. The various precious objects placed in it were either shattered on the spot or rolled rapidly toward the outside of the tomb like kites with broken strings.

As the two sides were in a stalemate, the entire tomb suddenly began to shake slightly, and cracks appeared on the walls and the ground. It seemed that this sturdy tomb could not bear it and would collapse completely at any time.

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi staggered and lost his balance, and was ultimately defeated by Zhao Kuangyin's overwhelming pressure.

At this time, Xiaoyaozi's face was slightly pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead. The competition of momentum was the most mentally exhausting, and he lost.

At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin exuded a majesty that made it impossible to look directly at him. Combined with his tall and straight figure, he gave people a feeling that he was unshakable and could not be disobeyed.

Especially when Xiaoyaozi saw the jade seal hovering above Zhao Kuangyin's head, he felt an indescribable sense of frustration in his heart.

Chapter 377: Each Has His Own Way

"Alas..." Xiaoyaozi sighed. He did not lose in the contest of momentum, he was even stronger. However, Zhao Kuangyin had the power of the jade seal, which seemed to contain the momentum of emperors of all dynasties. He was defeated.

Zhao Kuangyin put away the jade seal and said, "Daoyou, there are countless paths of cultivation in the world, but this one can only accommodate me. Now that our strengths are evenly matched, you cannot snatch the jade seal from me. Please find another way."

"Alas..." Xiaoyaozi sighed helplessly. Murong Longcheng had found a way to utilize the power of willpower. Although it had drawbacks, it could also continuously improve his strength. No matter good or bad, at least he could give it a try.

Zhao Kuangyin found a way to use the national destiny to practice. He was able to practice through the national destiny. Now he has the blessing of the imperial seal, and his strength is not weaker than him.

Both of these people are younger than him, but they have both made their own paths, while he has no clue yet.

Xiaoyaozi was lost for a long time before he turned around and looked at Zhao Kuangyin with a frown.

Zhao Kuangyin thought Xiaoyaozi had not given up on his plan to seize the imperial seal. He looked a little angry and said in a serious tone, "Daoyou, after all, we have known each other for a long time. Do you really want to fight to the death before you give up?"

Xiaoyaozi ignored him, but did not make a move either. Instead, he stared at Zhao Kuangyin for a long time before saying, "Zhao Kuangyin, I won't fight with you for it, but please tell me how you use the national destiny to cultivate?"

Hearing this, Zhao Kuangyin's face turned ugly and he sneered, "Xiaoyaozi, you think I'm a fool. If I tell you, it will only increase your determination to rob you."

Xiaoyaozi shook his head and said, "I have lived in the world for 202 years and practiced Taoism for 194 years. During this long period of time, I have had my share of opportunities and insights.

Everyone in this world has luck, more or less. Individuals have luck, nations have luck, and religious sects also have luck. I won't compete with you for it, but I wish to gather the sect's luck to aid my cultivation."

After Xiaoyaozi finished speaking, he bowed solemnly and said, "I don't have much time to study this slowly. I hope that for the sake of our acquaintance, you will teach me how to use my luck."

Zhao Kuangyin looked at Xiaoyaozi who bowed down, his expression changing constantly, not knowing whether what he said was true or false.

"What if I don't tell you?" Zhao Kuangyin asked.

Xiaoyaozi straightened up and said without hesitation: "If my path is hopeless, then you, my friend, can't expect a smooth path either."

Zhao Kuangyin's face turned ashen. He was threatening, a naked threat. As the founding emperor, he hated this kind of thing the most.

His motto is "I will not allow others to snore beside my bed", and he is unwilling to do so.

But he couldn't do anything to Xiaoyaozi. Xiaoyaozi was very powerful. If Xiaoyaozi really went against him, he would be restricted in every way.

Zhao Kuangyin pondered for a long time, and finally agreed, "Xiaoyaozi, I can tell you how to use your luck.

If you can use this to create a way to capitalize on the sect's luck, everyone will be happy.

But if you can't, you can't stop me, or I will fight you to the death."

Xiaoyaozi nodded, and the two reached an agreement. Xiaoyaozi also settled down in the mausoleum.

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Dali, Tianlong Temple.

Master Kurong came to the clay statue again and bowed respectfully, saying, "Ancestor, I have already explained everything. Zhengming has achieved a breakthrough to the Grandmaster level and has now agreed to become a monk and take over the Tianlong Temple in my place. I have also informed him of the news about my ancestor.

Zhengchun will soon inherit the throne of Dali, and his daughter living abroad will also marry into the Kingdom of Dayan on the day he ascends the throne.

I have explained everything and am about to enter Nirvana. If this fails, this will be the last time I pay my respects to my ancestors."

A voice came from the clay, "Go, keep a calm mind. The more empty your mind is, the greater the chance of enlightenment."

Master Kurong bowed and then came to the mountain behind the temple, where there were lush trees and vitality, and there was a courtyard in the middle of the woods.

Master Kurong walked into the courtyard and gently closed the gate. He sat cross-legged on the cushion in the center of the courtyard and took a deep breath, which gradually calmed down.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind. With a thought, his originally half-withered and half-living body suddenly changed.

The dry left side of his face did not change much, but the rosy right side of his cheek slowly lost its color.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and Master Kurong seemed to have passed away. His head was lowered and his entire face was wrinkled like the bark of an old tree.

The whole person fell into complete silence, his breathing stopped, and his whole body exuded a sense of withering. When this state of mind was emitted, the [Withering and Flourishing Zen Sutra] that he had practiced his entire life actually began to operate automatically, and the surrounding spiritual energy continued to flow into his body.

Master Kurong seemed to be dead, and he had no idea that his skills, which had not improved in more than ten years, were actually starting to grow slowly.

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Qingyun Mountain!

"Master, I heard that Dali's wedding procession will pass through Yangcheng. People along the way can get rewards as long as they send their blessings. How about I go and get some of the rewards?" Qing Yi jumped to the back mountain.

Taoist Qingyun directly exposed Qing Yi's excuse, "Are you tired of staying in the mountains and want to go down and explore the wild?"

Qing Yi walked over and took Taoist Qing Yun's arm and said, "Master, you spend all day either meditating or studying Taoist scriptures. I haven't left the mountain for a long time."

Taoist Qingyun shook his head. Although Qingyi was almost fifteen years old, his active nature had never been restrained.

"Go ahead, but don't cause any trouble. We at Qingyun Temple can't afford to offend Murong Longcheng."

The one who got married at the foot of the mountain was Wang Yuyan, and now her identity is the Princess of Dali.

Duan Zhengming's health problems had been cured by Jiang Weichen, and he was fully capable of having children, but he still passed the throne to Duan Zhengchun.

Jiang Weichen originally thought that after Duan Zhengming recovered, he would not think about becoming a monk so easily. After all, at his master's level, he had plenty of time to train his own offspring to inherit the throne.

But Jiang Weichen underestimated Duan Zhengming. He really had no attachment to the throne and now he even abdicated early.

Now that Duan Zhengchun has succeeded to the throne, the throne of Dali will undoubtedly still belong to Duan Yu, but it is not known how long Duan Zhengchun will be in power.

At this moment, Yang Shuyu, who was standing next to him, was a little moved and said, "Brother Jiang, do you want to go down the mountain to take a look? Such a grand occasion as a marriage between two countries is rare."

Jiang Weichen shook his head. He had no interest in going and replied, "You and Qing Yi go. I won't go."

Yang Shuyu was a little disappointed. Qing Yi said, "Sister Shuyu, if he doesn't go, then we will go. He just practices all day long."

After the two of them went down the mountain, Jiang Weichen began today's medicinal bath. After the training was over, Jiang Weichen played "Heart-Nourishing Song" for Wu Cuihua.

When the song ended, the Immortal-Slaying Sword was taken out. The blood-red Immortal-Slaying Sword appeared, and Wu Cuihua's peaceful state suddenly became terrified.