Journey To Longevity

At this moment, Luo Qi's eyes were closed tightly, his face showed pain, and strands of blood overflowed from the seven orifices of his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices.

Seeing this, Jue immediately realized what the reason was.

However, he did not show any anger at being deceived, but smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist, who did you attack Xuanyuanzong, is it okay?"

After a while, Luo Qi took a deep breath, and after recovering, he said:

"This is a joke for fellow daoists. I thought I was planning for a rainy day and left behind a blood soul. I didn't expect Xuan Yuanzong's Nascent Soul named Shiheng to be so tenacious, forcibly resisting the method of devouring ghosts and ghosts. Dare I ask you, are there many such juniors in the Three Realms?"

"Not many, not many. There are more than one hundred Nascent Soul monks in Nanzhou, and apart from the five masters, this person should be the strongest. Shiheng is less than seven hundred years old now, maybe it won't be long. You can break through to the late Nascent Soul before you are a thousand years old. In the future, as long as you find an opportunity, it is not impossible to break through to transform into a god. In the past, when Senior Hongyue and Xiao Chengwu were still alive, they were very optimistic about him. However, Senior Hongyue Because of my own lifespan, the coming of the Demon Venerable was approaching, and there were a lot of disturbances from all sides, and this matter just ended."

"I don't know what kind of demeanor this Hongyue fellow Taoist has. Even though he has been sitting for many years, he can still be respected so much by you?" Luo Qidun felt a little curious, and asked.

"Those who are enlightened in the Mahayana are not comparable to the enlightenment in the Hinayana of the poor monk." Jue Ming said respectfully.

"It's a pity." Luo Qi sighed.

He remembered that Jue Ming had said before that this person upholds his own way of practice, and he does not want to be invited by the great powers of the upper world, and would rather be a piece of jade than a tile. I am afraid that there will never be half of such characters in this world.

"It's a blessing for us to hear about death in the evening. We don't need to regret it, everything is due to fate." Jue Ming said.

"That's right, the junior who must be valued by him is also extraordinary." Luo Qi nodded and said.

"That's why I said that you have a good vision, and you immediately picked Zhong Shiheng to seize the house. If you succeed, it must not be difficult to restore your cultivation." Jueming said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist is joking, it can only be said that the years are unfavorable, and the unfavorable things happen one after another, alas!" Luo Qi said self-deprecatingly.

As a cultivator who transformed himself into a god, he couldn't even take away a junior Nascent Soul, so it would only add more jokes if he said it.

"If it wasn't for fellow daoists being forced to do so, and knowing almost nothing about Nanzhou, otherwise it wouldn't be the case." Jueming said in relief.

"It's just a winner and a loser. I don't know if you imprisoned the old man here, and then he wanted to refine it into a puppet, or why? No matter what, I have to give an accurate statement, so that the old man can die clearly." In vain." Luo Qi said.

"The Dharma practiced by fellow Taoists is too bloodthirsty. The poor monk only hopes that fellow daoists can recite the scriptures to dissolve the anger in their hearts. As long as they gain enlightenment, they are willing to put down the butcher's knife from now on. This pagoda will not be able to trap fellow daoists for half a step. "Jueming said very sincerely.

Hearing this, Luo Qi couldn't help shaking his head and laughing:

"If the old man gets enlightenment from the scriptures, then I am still me? Whether it is Dajin or Ximo, the distance between the two places is unknown, but you Buddhists all look similar. What do you say? Xuannan from Kutuo Temple once told this old man that he always wants to lead people to be good. But the good and evil you talk about are not my good and evil. If this old man is willing to put down the butcher knife, can he really become a Buddha?"

"The so-called butcher's knife is malice, it is delusion, it is delusion, it is delusion, it is attachment, it is greed, hatred and ignorance. If Taoist friends can really understand this point, and the mind will give birth to enlightenment, then you will have Buddha nature in your body, and you will practice with it. One day you may become a Buddha, so why bother with it?" Jueming said slowly.

"The people killed by this old man may die in peace. Would their relatives and friends be willing to see them?" Luo Qi sneered.

"The evil karma is still there, and the sin cannot be eliminated. I only hope that no one will die at the hands of fellow Taoists in the future." Jueming said.

Hearing this, Luo Qilang laughed loudly, or was too excited, he couldn't help coughing violently.

After finally calming down, he wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a sneer:

"Jueming, you are much more sincere than Xuannan's bald donkey. But you don't need to do such useless work, the old man will definitely not read half a volume of scriptures. If I waver, I'm afraid that the hole will be empty The realm should not be guaranteed, everyone has his own way, whether it is right or wrong, good or bad, as long as you keep going, you will know, how can you return halfway?"

After finishing speaking, Luo Qi closed his eyes, sealed off his five senses and six senses, and sank into silence.

Seeing this, Jueming sighed helplessly, left a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, and then got up and walked out of the Stupa.

Outside the tower, a ring-striped black-backed python and a golden-scaled serpent circled around.

Phosphor Tuo bowed his head and asked: "Master Uncle, is that senior willing?"

Jueming glanced at Monarch Phutuo, shook his head, and said:

"It's not as simple as this. If you can become a god-turning generation, you have your own way. However, if you let Luo Qi go out, there will be no peace in the three realms, so let him meditate in the pagoda. You can practice too. Well, before the opening of the Nine Birds Secret Realm, if anyone in the temple breaks through to the late Yuanying stage, I will give the other side of the token to him. Such an opportunity should be cherished!"

"I'm too far away from the Nascent Soul's late stage. I can't ask for such a chance. But if I can try it, I should do my best." After Phosphorus Tuo said, he marched towards the distance.

Afterwards, Jueming walked forward, but he didn't seem to see another big golden scale snake.

In desperation, the Golden Scale Monster had no choice but to follow behind.

One person and one snake, they walked down the mountain and came to the stone steps of the ancient temple.

"Jinlin, let's go back." Jueming suddenly stopped and said with a sigh.

"Uncle, is it true that the Nine Birds Secret Realm can't be opened a hundred years earlier?" Jinlin Yaojun asked unwillingly.

Although it got Che Ma Zhi from the Realm of Clouds and Fu, which extended its lifespan by 20 to 30 years, and because its own lifespan is not much, it only has about 200 years left if it is fully calculated.

And it has been more than two hundred and sixty years since the opening of the Nine Birds Secret Realm, which is only a little bit of time.

"It's beyond my control." Jueming said with his back to the Jinlin Yaojun.

After finishing speaking, he climbed the stone steps and entered the door.

Today is the day for him to teach scriptures and teachings to the juniors in the temple. No matter if they are from the human race or the demon race, they have all been waiting quietly.

The temple door was slowly closed until the shadow of his back disappeared from the gap between the door.

At this point, the Golden Scale Demon Lord couldn't help sighing, soared into the sky, turned into a golden light and flew towards Hualong Ridge.

Immediately, the sound of chanting scriptures came from the temple, accompanied by the smell of incense, curling up in the air.

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More than a day later, in the ancient city on the border of the barbarian region.

Zhang Shiping was still in the clear beam of light emitted by the Mingyu Xuanguang Mirror, and because of the bronze lamp beside him, his injuries had already healed a lot.

At this time, Tianfeng and Jiang Xi finally rushed over, and they were relieved when they saw that Zhang Shiping was safe and sound.