The Path Toward Heaven

The man on the stone couch has been dying for many years. The belt made of worms is completely decaying, and it is cut off on the couch, but the body is still uncorroded. Under the ragged silkworm clothing, there are cracks everywhere, like ink The old blood stains on it looked strange.

Regardless of places such as Qingshan, Zhongzhou, or Daze, the first step of monasticism is to forge body and qi. The higher the state, the stronger the body. For example, the body of Qingshan Sect without Zhangjing disciple can be regarded as stronger than steel, but The so-called death of a person is dead. Without special treatment, the person's body is still not rotless for more than 20 years after death. It is very rare, and I don't know how high the state of this person was before death.

Jing Jiu didn't dismantle the iron sword behind him, stretched out his fingers and drew dozens of dotted lines around the cave, and used the Chengtian sword technique to build a small sword array.Because of the slightly lower level and the conflict with Cheng Tianjian's life, this sword array is naturally far inferior to that of Liu Ci under the shed of Yunmeng Mountain, but it is also strong enough.

After finishing these things, he sat down on the futon, his hands rested quietly on his knees, his left hand slightly loosened, a tiny gap appeared between his five fingers, and a light golden light spilled out of his fingers, just to Going outside the cave, he was trapped by the sword array and could not leave.

This immortal qi is only one-thousandth of the total number of immortal qi in the immortal celestial trap. With his current state he wants to control it, he still has some hard work, and his face suddenly becomes pale.

He knew that he had to speed up and release a thought that fell on the corpse.

When the corpse touched his mind, it suddenly shook, as if to be resurrected.

This is of course an illusion. Jing Jiu is using his own mind to replace the corpse to perform exercises, and wants to force out those things that were suppressed in the heart of Dao.

It didn't take long for more than ten spots of light to float out of the wound on the surface of the corpse's body.

If you look closely, you will find that the light spots are also golden, and they are actually fragments, but because they are too subtle, they look like light spots.

Jing Jiu raised his right hand to smooth out the fairy qi overflowing from the immortal celestial mortal, evenly spread it in the air in front of him, forming a thin golden flake, and then used the sword array to force those light spots to this light golden On the slice, it is like a craftsman is trying to inlay jade on gold foil.

The debris fell on the thin layer of immortal qi, only a slight tremor, and the calm was restored, even calmer than in the corpse.

Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu confirmed his conjecture more, but did not stop moving and continued to look at the thin layer of fairy gas.

His eyes were always calm, his eyes were clear, like the water in the well, but then suddenly became brighter.

I don't know whether it was the immortal qi and debris reflected in the depths of my eyes, or my own spirits flying. In short, it seemed like a deep sun suddenly gave birth to a round of the sun.

In a sense, he is a congenital invisible sword body, then his eyes are the natural sword head.

Under such a pair of eyes, nothing can escape.

I don't know how long I watched. Jing Jiu slowly closed his eyes and raised his left hand to recover the fairy gas. At the same time, the light fragments also returned to the corpse.

This immortal energy is only one-thousandth of the amount of immortal energy in the immortal basket. It is still dangerous for him to do so. After all, Liu Ci is not around, and Ada is still by the pond.

He didn't open his eyes and began to meditate back, and then suddenly there were countless meteors in the darkness in front of him.

That is not a true meteor, but a flying fairy sword.

Tens of thousands of flying swords burned among the stars.

This is the picture he had seen with his own eyes.(Note)

He said to the Underworld Emperor in Zhenmo Hell.

In addition, he also saw a lot.

Then he found out that there were lines in his body that were touching him.

At the other end of the line is nothingness.

The nothingness in the star field is not a real nothingness, but a world that cannot be seen, either extremely high, or the level is too low.

In those worlds, even the speed of light is low.

He looked back and found that the void was where he came from, that is, Chaotian Continent.

Soaring is still a problem.

The smoke dissipated from the peak of the God's End failed to completely cut off all the dust.

That line can be said to be causal, or it can be said that there is a breath of gas remaining in his body.

Someone didn't want him to leave.

He didn't care, he was going to cut the thread, make a few celestial baskets and send them back to Qingshan, and then he went to other worlds.

He will seek a way to eliminate turbidity during his journey, and hope to see more scenery.

Swords are hard to cut, so he uses Fujii.

Body and mind.

When the sword fell, the sneak attack came at the same time.

Tens of thousands of flying swords in the distant star field turned into a gorgeous firework in his eyes.

...

...

Jing Jiu opened his eyes and was silent for a while.

The immortal qi in the immortal celestial hull and the immortal debris remaining in the corpse are exactly the same thing.

It can be determined that the sneak attack on him is the White Bladed Immortal of the Zhongzhou School, which is now known as the White Pioneers of the Taoist Continent of the Heavenly Mainland.

He stood up and looked at the man on the couch calmly and said, "It's her ancestors."

Taiping Reality learned the practice of hot pot from Yizhou, but he did not learn how to do it, but only learned a few Yizhou dialects.

I didn't expect that it would finally be useful today.

...

...

Snow is still falling in the mountain village, but it has not accumulated for the time being. The children in the village are not as fond of snow as the children in the city, so there is no one by the pond.

Zhao Layue held the white cat tightly and stood in the wind and snow looking at the road at the entrance of the village without blinking.

It wasn't until Jing Jiu's figure appeared that her tight body finally relaxed, and the white cat finally felt relaxed.

Jing Jiu came to her and said, "Go."

Zhao Layue wanted to ask if he had seen the friend, but he dared not ask the exit. Seeing that his left hand was still clenched, he tentatively asked, "Will go to Guocheng Temple?"

Jing Jiu said: "I said I'm going to find a friend to help."

To Yunji Town, the Iron Sword broke through the sky, and soon entered Nanhe City, from Chaonan City along Zhuoshui all the way to the east, and to Moqiu.

The iron sword is really fast, and it can even be said to be beyond imagination.

Correspondingly, the oncoming gang wind is naturally terrible. Even ordinary strong players in the wild realm will be blown out of their souls and fall directly.

Jing Jiu stood at the head of the sword and looked at the satin-like ocean in the far distance. His hair fluttered slightly and his expression was calm, as if the fairy in the painting was going to be resurrected.

Zhao Layue was sitting in the back holding the cat, looking down at the rugged peaks and white felt-like plains flashing below. I thought this was too fast.

Jianguang flashed through the sky, alarming many practitioners and monsters, but looking at the speed of the flying sword horror, feeling the unspoken Qingshan sword intent, everyone thought it was the elder who broke the sea in Qingshan Dare to spy, occasionally when a practitioner encounters in the sky, he quickly avoids it and salutes.

This kind of misjudgment saves a lot of trouble. If people know that the person on the iron sword is Jing Jiu, because the immortal celestial mortal might even produce some trouble, those evil masters and monsters may not be able to see A long-haired white cat is terrible.

A bang!

A white airflow appeared in the sky above Moqiu, and the airflow connected up and down to form a hollow circle.

In the middle of the circle, the black iron sword appeared.

The Iron Sword has reduced its speed and height. The ground is much closer, and the scenery and people in the picture are much clearer.The Moqiu area is near the East China Sea. The climate is warm and humid, but there is no disadvantage of scorching heat. The land is fertile. Even in winter, the ground is still not covered with snow.The large farmland is divided into countless color blocks according to the color, and it is very pleasing to see from the sky. Compared with those snowy strange peaks, it has less wild fun but more peace.

There is a straight road in the middle of the vast expanse of farmland, leading to the temple monastery built in front of the mountain.

The avenue is full of vehicles, there are many temporary shelters, and even people sleeping on the floor can be seen.

These are the patients who came to seek medical treatment at the Guocheng Temple. Many monks in simple monk clothes walked busy.

The iron sword fell in front of the trees in front of Guocheng Temple.

The white cat rarely jumped out of Zhao Layue's arms, spreading his legs on the ground, sinking his back, and stretched out a sincere lazy waist.

Jing Jiu reached out and put it on his shoulders. He felt a little uncomfortable and climbed up again.

Looking at the approaching corner of the Huangsi Temple, Zhao Layue asked: "The doctors are kind and the monk is in love, I can understand, but will it delay the practice?"

Jing Jiu said: "The Zen practice is the heart. For the monks who hold this way, this is the practice, which is better than the dead reading."

"This little boy said it rightly, it seems that there must be some famous school ..."

The wise monk of Guocheng Temple greeted him with a smile.

The monastery was successful, and Jing Jiu was the same as the young boy in white, and his appearance did not change.

Zhike Seng looked at his face and couldn't praise it anymore. When he saw a white cat lying on Jing Jiutou's head, his lips twitched a little.

"I don't know the visitor ...... Ah, could it be Jing Jiuxian Master in Qingshan?"

The wise guest finally thought about who the other party might be.

Jing Jiu sighed.

The wise monk looked at Zhao Layue again and found that the young girl was beautiful and clean, her white clothes were as clean as snow and her black hair was braided. It was very beautiful. Bai Zaixian, the younger generation of the two leaders of the right way, came to visit at the same time. What happened?

No matter what kind of temple visitor monk, they are those who think fast and speak quickly. Guocheng Temple is no exception. He thought about it and said it.

"I don't know the white fairy ..."

"Zhao Layue."

The wise guest stunned before waking up, so ashamed, quickly saluted, and then turned to Jing Jiu and said: "I don't know if two Qingshan fairy masters are coming?"

Jing Jiu said, "Find someone."

The monk thought that the relationship between the temple and Qingshan has always been mediocre. The only thing is that Zen Zi has always been close to Shenmofeng, and quickly said: "Zenzi went to Baicheng."

Jing Jiu said, "I'm looking for great monks."

The wise monk wished to slap his two mouths, lowered his head and stretched out his hand, intending to never say a word again.

With Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walking towards the temple, the wise monk gradually calmed down and felt that the matter was a bit strange.

To know that the great permanent monk is a reclusive elder in the temple, few people in the outside world know his existence.

But since the teacher in the temple did not stop him, he naturally would not do anything.

Walking through the temple of the former temple, through the quiet stone road in the forest, in Songtao bursts, I saw a piece of Tallinn.

Jing Jiu glanced over there.

After walking for a long time, I came to the deepest part of Guocheng Temple, where the forest was even quieter, and there were no birdsong. They finally saw a meditation hall.

The Zen temple occupies a small area, and its architecture is somewhat ancient, but it is somewhat new compared to the Buddhist temple passing along the road.

The wise monk sent them to the Zen hall, and they dared not go in again.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked into the Chan Temple and saw an old monk sweeping leaves.

The old monk was the great monk he was looking for.

The great monk was a little surprised and asked, "Why are you two looking for me?"

Jing Jiu looked at the old monk, thinking about his appearance three hundred years ago, and said indifferently: "I am Jing Jiu, and the emperor should have told you."

The Dachang monk frowned slightly and said, "I don't know how your majesty is related to you, but I am the person who works for the royal family.

Jing Jiu said: "I want to meditate here."

The great monk was surprised, and asked, "Here?"

Jing Jiu ignored him and walked to the backyard of the Zen room on the fallen leaves.

There are several quiet rooms, with two sides of the pool, rain corridors around, and a small tower in the courtyard.

The little tower was made of gray stone with some moss growing on it, and it looked unremarkable.

Jing Jiujing stood quietly in front of the tower for a long time without speaking.

The great monk looked at this scene and felt a little strange, but thinking about the oracle of His Majesty the Emperor many years ago, there was no more trouble and he quietly withdrew from the courtyard.

Zhao Layue approached him and stood with him.

Jing Jiu said: "This is the spirit bone tower of the first emperor."

Zhao Layue had already vaguely guessed something, and was still surprised.

The former god emperor was abducted from death, and retreated into Guocheng Temple as a monk.

It turns out that the legend that has been circulating on Chaotian Continent for more than two hundred years is true!

...

...

(Note: tens of thousands of flying swords, burning, time, rivers, Blade Runner's last line I will always use in the sky. I used to think that this explicit tribute did not need to be said at all, how stupid to say , But then found that some children have not read these things that I think everyone should have seen, I think I am copying, for example, the passage on the Qingyu years stone copying the Twelve Kingdoms ...... It ’s really an idiot. I ’m speechless when I think about it, so I ’ll state it here. Then the small green bottle of Luohuainan has been broken. I forgot it when I wrote it. Thanks to the reader for correcting it. It was revised the first time yesterday.)