The Path Toward Heaven

Zhao Layue raised an eyebrow, thinking that it was of course, but there were still a lot of puzzles and asked: "But why should she think of returning from the Xianlu?"

This is also what Liu Ci doesn't want to understand. The cultivator's pursuit is to ascend into immortality, already immortal, why return to the old land?

Jing Jiu said: "It may be because of fear."

Zhao Layue said: "She is still alive in Jingyang. After discovering the truth, she retaliates against the apprentice of Yunmeng Mountain, so she wants to use her avatar to stare at you?"

Jing Jiu said: "That is not a real fear, she left the Xianlu like leaving behind, or returning home."

Zhao Layue asked seriously: "What is she afraid of?"

Jing Jiu said: "The sea and the sky seem to be vast, and there is a margin after all, but that world is a real boundless space, where you can't find a foothold, no reference, no companion, no place, no place, this Is the beginning of real fear. "

Zhao Layue was silent for a while, and said, "The heart of Dao fades away, and the loneliness grows gradually?"

"Yes, there, the projection of the self in the spiritual world will magnify countless times and gradually devour the ontology."

Jing Jiu said: "She fears infinity and herself in the infinite."

Zhao Layue probably understood what he meant, and then asked: "Why should I say this to me?"

Regarding the fact that Jingyang is soaring, and the secrets of the fairy and the world, I believe that Jing Jiu has not told anyone except her.

This trust or expectation brought great pressure to her.

"You will always go to that world in the future, knowing some things in advance, there is no harm."

Jing Jiu's tone seemed as if her soaring was inevitable.

Zhao Layue felt more stressed.

For more than a thousand years, only two ascendants, Bai Bai and Jing Yang, have appeared in Chaotian Continent. She is a natural Taoist. She is full of self-confidence in the cultivation of Taoism and dare not be so optimistic.

Jing Jiu lowered the Yinmu comb and began to braid her. Using only one right hand, she moved easily.

He only said these words to Zhao Layue, naturally there are other reasons, for example, she has nothing to do with the past, that is to say, he can't fully trust Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, but trusts her very much.Because she was the successor he saw in the little snow of Chaoge City, and she did not forget him after becoming a disciple of Qingshan.

As a natural Dao species cultivated by Qingshan, she does not need to do anything to have a very good future, but she still takes risks and investigates that matter just to be fair to him.

She was the object of competition for all teachers during the Chengjian Conference. Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing wanted to accept her as a disciple. She chose to climb the last peak of the god and renew his inheritance, even if her body was bruised.

It was from that night that Jing Jiu decided to pass on everything she had learned to her without reservation.

When he wanted to come, with the talent and heart of Xiao Layue, and then inherit his own Daoist sword learning, if he could not ascend, it was really unreasonable.

Since it doesn't make sense, then what else to do, it will be cut directly.

Zhao Layue threw the braid in front of him and looked back at his clenched left hand. He was worried and asked, "What now?"

White Blade couldn't count that after Jingyang fell from the fairy realm, he could still be alive, and the fairy sieve he left would actually fall into his hands.

All this is just a coincidence, not a set situation, but for Jing Jiu, it is still an extremely severe test, and it can even be said that it is a matter of life and death.

There is only one way before him, that is to refine the immortal phylloxus, otherwise the immortal consciousness in the immortal gradation will slowly infiltrate his body and Tao heart until it is occupied in secret.

The question is how easy it is to refine the immortals.

He and Liu Ci said that he was calm and calm when he wanted to refine Xianlu, but Liu Ci saw that he was not confident.

In Qingtianjian's illusion, when he reached out to the bronze tripod, he already felt that if the fairy energy hidden in the immortal porch was truly released, it would have immense power, even if it is a big thing in heaven withstand.

It is very difficult to refine the Xianlu without touching the Xianqi inside.The most difficult thing is that the level of immortal knowledge left by the white blade is too high, far beyond all the monks of Chaotian Continent.

"This time I may really have to find a friend to help."

Jing Jiu looked over the cave.

The blue sky is extremely far-reaching, and there is not much taste of autumn.

What he said was not the empress in the depths of the snowfield, nor the friend of giants from different continents.

Zhao Layue looked at the sky along his eyes, somewhat puzzled, and more curious.

A few years ago, Jing Jiu said that to solve the problem of Jian Gui, she wanted to find a friend to help. At that time, she and Gu Qing thought that you actually have friends?

What happened later proved that Jing Jiu did have friends, and his friend was the last Emperor.

Zhao Layue wanted to know who he was going to find this time, and what a terrifying person he was.

Jing Jiu knew what she was thinking, looked at the sky for a while, and said, "He is dead."

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Twilight enveloped the Guocheng Temple.

The pine forest is as warm as a fire, and Tallinn is boundless.

There are hundreds of high or low stone towers in the Tallinn, where the monks of the ancient monks of Guocheng Temple are buried, but there is no eerie meaning, just tranquility.

Yin San was sitting on the stone steps in front of the Zen hall. The bone flute was leaning on his lips. His fingers were quietly pressed, and the silent tune was played. There was no sign of sadness, and it was still.

Ancestor Xuanyin came out of the house and stood behind him. He listened to him after silently playing this silent song before he began to speak.

"The man in Zhenmo Prison is Jing Jiu. Why didn't this news reach the Zhongzhou faction?"

Yinsan put down the bone flute, wiped it carefully with his sleeves, inserted it back into his waist, and replied: "If even this can't be seen, why can Zhongzhou occupy Yunmeng Spirit Vessel for 30,000 years?"

Patriarch Xuanyin rubbed some red noses and said, "But you can tell them Jing Jiu's true identity."

The corners of the yin's lips slightly curled, revealing a slightly mocking smile, and said: "Over the years, countless details related to him have been saying the same thing. Do you think this is to hide your true identity? "

Xuanyin ancestor sighed: "If two real people's ideas can be guessed, how could I lose so miserable."

Yinsan stood up and said indifferently: "He needs the eyes and guesses of others to determine who he really is."

Ancestor Xuanyin was slightly startled and said, "Did he lose his memory?"

Yin Sanwei laughed and said: "No, he is just avoiding."

Ancestor Xuanyin looked at his profile and squinted slightly, "Who is he then?"

Yin San patted the dust and said, "I said before, no matter who he is, it's not Jing Yang anyway."

Ancestor Xuanyin was silent for a while and said, "This is really interesting."

"I think this thing is a bit sad."

Yin San walked towards Tallinn, and soon disappeared into the twilight.

Ancestor Xuanyin looked at the twilight, his eyes narrowed with a strange look.

At this time, where was he like an old dog, but an old lion who wanted to return to the lion group, determined and patient.

Twilight drums sounded, and it was time for dinner at Guocheng Temple. The ancestor Xuanyin came to the stove in the front yard with the food box, and found the fat monk he knew.

The two hid in the corner under the gallery, opened the food box, and a large braised hoof hoof jumped into the eyes.

On the left side of the big pig's hoof are a few fresh sesame leaves, and on the right are a few marinated sesame leaves, each with its own flavor.

The fat monk looked at the pig's trotters and couldn't help drooling. He said: "The meat is so fragrant. He is all right in the West Sea. He is not tired of eating. He is trying to persuade the tempted."

His voice was very low, and with the influence of saliva, the spitting was a little unclear, but it was obvious that this was not nonsense such as pork intestines.

The ancestor twitched the pig's trotters hard and even pulled off a small half of a pound of meat, and said vaguely: "It only takes a sword to kill two real people, with skin on the skin, Qing Shi left a name, hurts his bones, and is shocking. , Full of fragrant taste, why not bother? "

The fat monk said bitterly, "You forgot to put salt ... what about Qingshan?"

The ancestor wiped his face, his face greasy, and said disdainfully: "It was marinated in advance, and he is not a master without a master, he will stop his mouth without eating, and useless things."

The fat monk thought about it, just like you are now, with such a big temper?The master was also a sword slayer. Although trapped in Qingshan on the Kirishima Island in the South China Sea, it was considered a peaceful life. How could you, like a sword slayer, secretly eat meat in the temple and be a dog every day?

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Through the Tallinn and the pine forest, through the side hall and the side door, and between the cliffs, you can see the vegetable garden below.

The sun squeezed westward, and the door was pushed open, and Xiaohe walked out with the pot.

Yin San looked at the scene and raised his eyebrows slightly as he heard the coughing sound from the room.

Liu Shisui returned from Yunmeng Mountain, but there was no joy on the face of the little coquette. It seemed that the situation was not very good.

The problem of his heterogeneous true-qi conflict improved after he practiced the Buddhism of Guocheng Temple, and these two years began to become more serious.

Zen Zi once wrote a letter recommending him to go to Yimaozhai to study Taoism. If he really can master this Taoism, he should be able to completely solve the problems in his body. However, I do n’t know why Liu Shisui did n’t go.

Yin San knows this and finds it very interesting.

The twilight was getting darker and the sky was getting darker and he suddenly made a decision.

He walked into the vegetable garden, pushed open the door, and looked at Liu Shisui calmly said, "Is there any wine? I want to drink two glasses today."

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(Before writing this chapter, I was a little nervous, just like the twelfth lunar month, but it was written and changed, and that was the meaning. It was like the Chen Pipi in the TV series, which is the meaning. This is not an advertisement. I really think that actor is so cute, and the song is really nice, I do n’t believe you guys listen to it!)