Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

Chapter 316 The old man selling candles in Cuijun Temple

Zhuo Fan didn't know what Tianguan was and didn't dare to ask. He could only kneel there and tremble without saying a word.

After a while, the voice sounded again.

"That's all, I won't talk nonsense to you. Now that the confinement of space is loosened, I have the opportunity to return to the human world. In the near future, I will be reincarnated with my spiritual consciousness and come to the human world.

"You need to be prepared to welcome my reincarnation. At that time, I will give you the authority of God and make you the Lord of the Heavens in the eighth realm of the fairy world."

After the voice finished speaking, there was no sound, and there was no mention of what the consequences would be if Zhuo Fan didn't do it.

But Zhuo Fan himself didn't dare not do it.

This is a big shot in the heaven, a great being who can easily grant God's authority. If he disobeys his will, he will definitely not be able to bear the consequences.

"But wouldn't this be a betrayal of Cui Xianzun?" Zhuo Fan was struggling in his heart, and he was extremely entangled in his heart. "Cui Xianzun can defeat the White Lotus Virgin as the Lord of Heaven. He is at least a strong person standing in the ninth realm of the immortal world...

"However, there has been no news about Cui Xianzun in the past three hundred years, and there is no news from Da Zhou. He may have left the Ziyang Realm long ago.

"Yes, that's right. How can a big man like Cui Xianzun stay in a small place like Ziyang Realm? At least he has to go to the real heaven to practice."

For a time, fear and luck took over his heart.

"If I continue to stand by Cui Xianzun, I will definitely die and have no chance of survival..." Zhuo Fan secretly thought in his heart, "I have been practicing hard for tens of thousands of years, not just to wait for death, I can't die.

"I'm sorry, Cui Xianzun!"

…

Ziyangxing, Dazhou Kingdom, Qinglian County.

Three hundred years ago, this place was an oasis in the desert, home to the main altar of the White Lotus Inanimate Sect. It was the gathering place for all evil and a huge obstacle to the development of the Great Zhou Kingdom.

Fortunately, Cui Hengxianzun took action and used his supreme magical power to destroy the White Lotus Immortal Sect. This allowed the Great Zhou Kingdom to develop and spread all over the world.

Now it has become Qinglian County under the Pingyang Prefecture of Moxi Province in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is also the most prosperous county. A Cuijun Temple was built in the county to worship Cui Xianzun.

At first, the court did not allow people to worship Cui Xianzun privately. However, as Cui Xianzun's deeds spread more and more widely, more and more people from all over the country wanted to worship Cui Xianzun.

Moreover, this kind of worship is different from the previous unconditional superstition of Our Lady of White Lotus. It is the heartfelt gratitude and respect for Cui Xianzun from the people all over the world.

So, a hundred years ago, after many petitions, the imperial court finally issued an order allowing the construction of a Cuijun temple in Qinglian County to worship the immortal Cui Heng.

In the past, the Yellow Turban Protector of the Country sat beside him as the protector of the Dharma.

Since then, Qinglian County has become a holy land of the Great Zhou Kingdom. Every year, countless people come from all over the country to burn incense and worship in Cuijun Temple to express their respect for Cui Hengxianzun.

Ren Feng was standing in front of the Cuijun Temple in Qinglian County. Looking at this simple and majestic temple, he felt boundless respect and gratitude in his heart.

His family was truly saved by Cui Xianzun.

Three hundred years ago, his ancestor Ren Ping lost his family and his family due to the fighting between different factions of the White Lotus Wusheng Sect. He was desperate to die out of extreme despair.

It was Cui Xianzun's protector, the Yellow Turban Protector of the Country, who came and used the art of resurrection from the dead, resurrecting his ancestor's wife, children, and parents. This was how the Ren family came to be and the current Ren Feng came into being.

"Cui Xianzun and Huangjin Zunshen have immeasurable merits." Ren Feng sighed in his heart, and then walked into Cui Jun's temple with respect and gratitude.

In fact, he came here not only to pay respects to Cui Xianzun, but also to pray for his unborn child.

This is not a superstition, just a good wish.

The overall scale of Cuijun Temple is not large, with only one main hall and two side halls, and only a few temple blessings.

It stands to reason that for a place of this size to receive so many pilgrims every year, there will definitely be chaos, but in fact there has never been any chaos here.

Everyone who comes to Cuijun Temple is very conscious about observing order.

This comes from respect for Cui Xianzun.

Ren Feng walked into the door and saw an old man setting up a stall selling incense and candles in the doorway.

He looked seventy or eighty years old, with white hair, but the skin on his face was still rosy and shiny. He was sitting there with his eyes closed, shaking his head and humming, very leisurely.

"Old man, how do you sell these incense candles?" Ren Feng asked, pointing to the various incense candles placed on the stall.

"Huh?" The old man stopped humming, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ren Feng, looked at it briefly, and chuckled, "Just take it as you like."

"Ah?" Ren Feng immediately shook his head when he heard this and said, "How can this be done? I can't take it for free, I still have to pay for it."

"This is your fate." The old man chuckled, then stood up. He was actually taller than Ren Feng. After waving his hand, he left the door of Cuijun Temple and walked outside.

This table was left with various incense candles.

"Hey, old man!" Ren Feng subconsciously wanted to stop him, but someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder and stopped him.

"Young man, this is your first time." This was a middle-aged man with soft facial features and kind eyes. He smiled and said, "Mr. Cui is like this. Every day he will find someone who is pleasing to his eye and give out free incense candles."

"Yes, is that so?" Ren Feng was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly said a little embarrassedly, "It is indeed my first time to come to Cuijun Temple. You just called that old man Cui Lao. Is his surname Cui?"

"My surname is Cui. Hey, I know what you are thinking. It's not what you think." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Mr. Cui is a legendary figure. He is over a hundred years old. He sold incense candles here for a hundred dollars." Years later, we all know his habits."

"I have been selling incense candles for a hundred years!" Ren Feng looked in the direction where Mr. Cui left and exclaimed, "This old man must have received the favor of Cui Xianzun."

"Young man, what you said is wrong." The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Which of us Zhou people has not received the favor of Cui Xianzun? Without Cui Xianzun, we would not have the stable and prosperous life we ​​have now."

"Yes." Ren Feng nodded, filled with emotion, and asked, "Big brother, my name is Ren Feng. I come from Hexi Province. What do you call me?"

"My surname is Lu, and my last name is the character for fire. You can just call me Lao Lu." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Pick some incense and candles, and let's go to worship Cui Xianzun together."

"Okay, Brother Lu." Ren Feng nodded, selected some incense candles on the table, and walked to the main hall with Lu Huo. As he was walking, he suddenly asked, "Brother Lu, do you know where Mr. Cui lives? I want to Go thank him."

"It's easy to talk about. I'll take you there when the fragrance is finished." Lu Huo said with a hearty smile.

…

Cui Heng maintained the look of an old man with white hair and childish face, walking leisurely on the street with his hands behind his back and his waist hunched over. His eyes scanned the peaceful and peaceful life scenes around him, and he felt quite satisfied in his heart.

After watching the big week situation that time, he understood what he was missing.

The rules of order now implemented in the Ziyang Realm, as well as the set of rules that are expanding in the starry sky of all realms, were indeed formulated by him, and their roots also lie with him.

This is his way of transforming the world, and it is the basis for Yuanying's peak breakthrough to become a god.

But if you simply act as a rule maker without personally participating in it and without truly experiencing this set of rules, there will naturally be shortcomings and disharmony.

Therefore, since then, Cui Heng has temporarily abandoned his original identity and lived under the rules of this order with a normal identity.

This is not just a simple experience of mortal life, but a practice of life under the rules of order.

In fact, in the past three hundred years, he has lived in a total of six identities, four of which were martial arts experts of high level.

He has been the Creator, the King of Saints, a Saint, and even an immortal.

He used to be an ordinary person in the Great Zhou Dynasty, abiding by laws and regulations, living a peaceful life and cultivating step by step. He also once lived as a lone saint on the Tai Cang Star who carried a great treasure.

He also served as the King of Saints on Ziyang Star and attempted to break the rules, but was suppressed by the imperial court. In the end, he was brought to justice to serve as a warning to others.

In addition, he also appeared in Dazhou as a creator from the outside world, and experienced life as a foreign creator under stable order and rules.

These four identities gave him different life experiences.

From the perspective of ordinary people in the mortal world who have no martial arts or have not become immortals, life under order and rules is different.

Cui Heng had truly lived as an ordinary person for nearly a hundred years.

During those nearly a hundred years, he had not exerted any extraordinary power and had always lived as hard as an ordinary person.

Although he went through many ups and downs, he finally died.

As for the current identity of "Mr. Cui", although his level is not high, his experience is relatively complicated, and it is also the last identity he plans to try.

The purple-gold divine light has been accumulated enough, and his practice is about to be completely perfect.

The incarnation is close at hand.

Therefore, he returned to Cui this time.

This person was high-spirited and happy when he was young. He had good friends with all the young geniuses at that time and could be called a hero of his generation.

But after geniuses of the same age entered the realm of human immortals one after another, he could only stop at the realm of gods and could no longer move forward.

He could only watch helplessly as he was left behind.

His former friends repeatedly expressed that they wanted to help him and could give him pills to help him break through, but he refused. He firmly believed that he could break through with his own strength.

However, he did not succeed and even damaged his foundation. His realm fell from the divine realm to the inner realm. Finally, he was disheartened and returned to his hometown.

Become an ordinary person selling candles in Cuijun Temple.

Naturally, the former enemies would not miss this opportunity, and there were many who came here to seek revenge, but under the stable rules of order, this kind of thing was obviously not allowed.

Under the protection of the imperial court, he still lived peacefully.

As time goes by, I no longer care about the past, and become more and more free and easy.

Today is just the most ordinary day for Cui Heng, but he cherishes this time very much.

Such a peaceful life is, after all, just a formality in his practice and cannot last long.

At this time, he had already arrived in front of his home in Qinglian County.

But the steps suddenly stopped.

I saw a young woman with extraordinary elegance and bright appearance standing in front of the door of this ordinary house.

She was wearing a light yellow dress, carrying a long sword on her back, and her heroic appearance was still the same as the one that stunned the world a hundred years ago. She was looking at "Mr. Cui" with a smile.

"haven't seen you for a long time."