Return of the Immortal Emperor: The Villain Empress Becomes Mother-in-Law

Tang Xuan smiled indifferently.

He turned around, looked at the moon above his head, and quietly recalled the scene when he was in high spirits in the long river of the fairyland.

At that time, what cause and effect did he talk about?
What are you afraid of?
However, it's all just passing by.

"Abbot, you misunderstood."

"I am a person who has never been afraid of the constraints of the heavens. I can do whatever I want, go wherever I want to go, and go to see better scenery if I want to see it."

"As long as it is what I want, no one can stop it."

"Even if there are, I will crush them one by one."

"As for the cause and effect you said..."

"I am invincible, so why fear cause and effect?"

I am invincible, why fear cause and effect?
When the horoscope came out of Tang Xuan's mouth, the old monk seemed to see behind him a stalwart figure holding the stars, the sun and the moon, and stepping on the heaven-reaching realm.

At this moment, the old monk who had lived for nearly 800 years and thought he had already realized the Tao, unexpectedly felt extremely small in front of Tang Xuan.

Isn't it?
If he knew that Tang Xuan was the only strongest immortal emperor in the fairy world in his previous life, the only "sage" who saw the avenue of reincarnation and traveled all over the barren land, how would he feel?

For some reason, the old monk asked suddenly: "If you dare to ask the benefactor, how do you think about obsession?"

Tang Xuan smiled and said, "Abbot is asking me for advice?"

The old monk nodded, his eyes were very sincere, as if he wanted to get a key answer from Tang Xuan.

Tang Xuan did not refuse. He is not good at preaching, let alone teaching, but this question is easy to answer for him who lived tens of thousands of years in his previous life.

He raised his fist, aimed at the moon above his head, waved it lightly, and grabbed it again: "What can be seen but cannot be grasped is never an obsession."

"It's regret."

"All regrets are the consequences of the lack of ability of the parties involved."

"If you have the cultivation base of the sky, if you are not afraid of the punishment of the heavens, if you are willing to fight against the heavens, what obsessions and regrets are there in this world?"

The old monk asked again: "No matter how strong you are, how can you be stronger than the years?"

Tang Xuan laughed: "Good question!"

"But I have already answered you, Abbot!"

"Everything in this world, everything in front of you, as long as you want to do it, do it, with a clear conscience, why not die, why insist on a word?"

"Too much worry, too much calculation, what's the point?"

"As long as you regard everything in front of you as the last day of your life, and start the next life after finishing these things, where is the obsession at all?"

"Where is the unwillingness to speak?"

Hearing this, the old monk shuddered, as if he had returned to the day 800 years ago when he was slandered as a thief and the master spoke for him.

"Little baby, why are you kneeling down for this person?"

"Others say you are wrong, so you are wrong?"

"As long as you have a clear conscience, no one in this world will dare to say that you are wrong!"

"Even if the way you walk, the way you walk, the people you meet, and the things you do, as long as you are not wrong, then it is right!"

The old monk murmured with a smile, as if he had untied a knot in his heart that no one knew about: "If you have a clear conscience, why not die, if you have a clear conscience, why not die..."

As he spoke, the cassock on his body burst into flames, enveloping his body.

And instead of making any screams, he sat on the ground with his palms folded, looking like an old monk with downcast eyes.

Tang Xuan frowned, looking at this scene, he raised his hand to draw the water from the spiritual spring beside him, to extinguish the flame.

With his abilities, it was just a matter of thought.

But at this time, the calm voice of the old monk came: "Benefactor, wait a minute, let the old monk go."

"This fire is the karmic fire of the old monk. The sins of the old monk are too heavy. After living for so many years, it is time to go to the endless hell."

Tang Xuan opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

The old monk stretched out his hand and threw a white porcelain bowl out of the fire. There was already an obvious crack on it: "Benefactor, you solved the confusion for me before he died, and I will repay you."

"This ritual vessel was left by a Jigong named 'Daoji' 800 years ago. As long as it is filled with water, it can see the karmic sins of itself and others."

"However, during the last battle, I privately brought it into the sinful fate, which caused a crack in it. I'm afraid I will never be able to see sin again."

"But it also has another function, which is to accommodate things of a square inch."

"I hope the benefactor will make good use of it."

After the old monk finished the last sentence, the cassock on his body had been burned, and the flesh and blood had become black and blurred, but the movement of clasping his hands was still maintained.

At this time, the little monk noticed the movement and rushed over from the side.

Seeing his former favorite abbot on fire, he burst into tears: "Master, master, what is this for, what is this for..."

As he said that, he was about to rush up.

But Tang Xuan grabbed his shoulder and held him down.

"You let me go! You let me go!"

The little monk's face was full of tears, and he kept struggling, unexpectedly broke out with a powerful force, and broke free from Tang Xuan's hand abruptly.

He was slightly surprised.

Why is this little monk so powerful?

"Certainly!"

Seeing that he was about to rush towards the old monk, Tang Xuan waved his sword finger casually, and performed a body-fixing technique, and the young monk was frozen in place and could not move.

"Master...Master..."

While crying, the little monk stretched out his hand to grab something.

The old monk smiled at him, and after more than ten seconds, it was turned into a pile of ashes with a few relics in the middle.

The relics will only be born when the eminent monks are enlightened.

Tang Xuan knew this very well. Seeing that the karmic fire disappeared, he raised his hand and waved. The young monk immediately resumed his actions and knelt down in front of the sitting old monk with a plop.

While crying, he picked up the relic: "Master..."

Tang Xuan glanced at the porcelain bowl in his hand, stepped forward and patted the young monk on the shoulder, turned and left without saying anything.

If nothing else happened, this young monk should be the heir chosen by the old monk. Tang Xuanneng could feel an unusual smell from him.

buddha nature.

This thing is very mysterious.

Just like those "roads" on the way of cultivation, you can't grasp them at all when you reach out your hands. Only when you reach that point, can you understand clearly.

On the way back to Yinshanju, Tang Xuan held the porcelain bowl in his hand for a long time.

Since the old monk said that this thing can hold a square inch, isn't it similar to the storage ring in the fairy world?

He thought for a while, then casually took out the Feijian Qionglou in his sleeve, and threw it into the porcelain bowl.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword shrunk rapidly, turning into the size of a grain of dust, and fell into the porcelain bowl. No matter how Tang Xuan turned it upside down, it didn't move.

"nice one!"

Tang Xuan looked surprised.

He doesn't have a storage ring by himself, but after having this thing, it is much more convenient, but he doesn't know how big the capacity is.