Shen Gongbao Great Sage Persuading Death Immortal

Chapter 102 Zhuxian Town, Zhuxian Formation

In response to that sentence, each person has his own destiny, and each person has his own fortune.

Some people do bad things with good intentions, and some people do good things with bad intentions. Because of the convergence of karma, each has its own path. Whether it is good or bad is up to you to decide.

A heavy rain is just like the starting point, nourishing all beings, but it cannot determine the end point.

"Fortune makes people."

The watchman Qin Shou sighed with emotion, and walked towards the academy in the center of Zhuxian Town. His steps were steady and fast, and his expression was dignified and solemn. He didn't look like a servant reporting the letter, but like a small official reporting to his boss.

In the Kyushu of the world, Xiniu Hezhou worships Buddhism, Dongshengshenzhou goes to Taoism, Beiju Luzhou is occupied by demons, and it always pays attention to the weak and the strong, while South Zhanbuzhou has a prosperous human way, countless sages and sage kings.

Confucians, sacrificial also, in charge is the power of offering sacrifices and conferring gods.

After the rain, the sky is fine, the streets of Fulu Lane are paved with blue bricks and stone slabs, and the water drops are ups and downs, but it has a bit of beauty, while the road of Luoye Lane is getting more and more muddy.

Intermittent noise came from Fallen Leaf Alley. The mud was more than the road. Some people could sit and watch the rain fall, while others needed to collect their clothes when it rained. Some people were thinking about going to work tomorrow. Will the muddy road affect their schedule.

The same thing has different effects on different people.

The third row from the bottom of Fallen Leaf Lane was Chen Changsheng's yard. Today, there was a heavy rain of spiritual energy, and people were scattered in the world. They each relied on their chances, but he was worried that he would get a cold from the rain, so he didn't take half a step out of his house.

"If you get sick, you will die."

Looking at the sound of the ticking rain outside the window, Chen Changsheng couldn't help being lost in thought. If he died, would he go to the legendary Netherworld, would he see his grandma, his father, and his mother.

If the family can be reunited, then death doesn't seem so terrible.

Standing in front of the threshold for a long time, time passed little by little, but Chen Changsheng did not take that step after all, because his name—Changsheng—came out.

His parents gave him this name because they hoped that he could live a good life. If he died now, what face would he have to meet them in the Underworld?

"Though the rain of the sky is wide, it does not moisten the rootless grass, and the Buddha's teachings, though wide, do not save the unconnected."

Lu Daoren, a Taoist priest, opened his mouth and shut his mouth full of Zen principles. Looking towards the direction of Luoye Lane, he shook his head slightly and said, "This kid is like a rootless duckweed. There is a gap at the bottom of the water bottle. Even if it is a blessing from heaven, it will still slip away." .”

"Hehe, there is no blessing but there is disaster. There will be many outsiders in the town next time. Do you think he can get through this, fellow daoist?"

Shen Gongbao said calmly: "I am in charge of disasters and fortunes, who dares to talk about blessings and misfortunes."

"Great catastrophe, there must be a great fortune, all kinds of catastrophe is approaching, but there is a glimmer of life in the desperate situation."

"Survival from a desperate situation? Yinde." Daoren Lu muttered: "Yinde is indeed a good idea, but the Chen family in Zhuxian Town has long since declined. Wherever there is a surplus of Yinde to protect, they all say that the ancestors bless them."

"I don't know that the ancestors are hard to protect themselves, and the mud bodhisattva crosses the river."

"The way of heaven has no relatives, and it is always with good people." Shen Gongbao slowly raised his hand, using his fingers as a sword, and slashed towards the Fallen Leaf Alley. In an instant, Zhuxian Town shook, and the sky and the earth trembled.

The mood of the whole world suddenly changed.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

Three bells rang in a row, some from academies, some from temples, and some from Taoist temples.

"Good, good."

Zhuxian Town, on Jizu Mountain, a monk named Kuduo clasped his hands together, sighed that all beings are equal, and then went to knock on his wooden fish.

In Zhuxian Town, and even in the entire Feng County, an old Taoist priest in the only genealogical Taoist temple heard the bell, let out a sigh of relief, turned over and fell asleep again.

In the academy in the middle of the town, Mr. Wang, dressed in white, looked up at the sky, shook his head, turned around and explained the Chinese characters to the students in the school: "The word Wu, Zhi Ge, evolved from the word Wu. In ancient times, there was a great witch , and perform a war dance."

"Martial arts, dance, and witchcraft are inherited in one line, and have evolved from ancient times to the present."

"The Daoist sect also draws lessons from it, and it's called Stepping Steps."

Unlike Xu Laodao, who has no name and no surname, the place where the bell rings is a holy place with a genealogy. If you trace the source all the way, you can involve the saints of the three religions.

Lu Daoren's eyes suddenly changed, and he lowered his voice and said, "Fellow Daoist, what exactly do you want to do?"

"It's just an experiment."

Shen Gongbao smiled lightly. If Zhuxian Town really has the power of doom, no one is more qualified than Chen Changsheng to mobilize that latent power.

It is normal for a person with great luck to be born where the real dragon falls and the dragon veins are born.

It's not normal for Chen Changsheng to be so unlucky, without a trace of luck in his body.

Then, he just added a little bit to see what secrets Zhu Xianzhen is hiding.

5000 years ago, the golden-winged roc chased and killed the real dragon, and the real dragon fled all the way south to Zhuxian Town. Why did the real dragon escape to Zhuxian Town?

Could it be that Chixulong felt that Zhu Xianzhen had a power that could save his life and deal with the golden-winged roc from Buddhism.

What power is the most restrained to Buddhism? !

"Destiny... or in other words, the end of the law."

Shen Gongbao's eyes were deep, looking at the changes in Fallen Leaf Lane, seeing whether the disaster is flourishing, good and bad are intertwined, and the end of the road, whether it can manifest a glimmer of life.

"Luck, Dharma?"

Taoist Lu Zhe sighed, and said leisurely, "A mere aura is nothing."

"Then Zhuxian Town, is it considered a land of the end of the law?"

Shen Gongbao asked rhetorically: "The end of the catastrophe comes, and the sage comes out, how similar."

"The end of the Dharma is only in the human heart. If you don't cultivate your strength, you will be a fool forever. If you cultivate your mind but not your strength, you will be a scholar."

Taoist Lu Zhe pondered for a moment and said, "Cultivate mind and strength, combine knowledge and action, it's difficult, difficult, difficult..."

"However, in other words, if a saint comes out, Zhuxian Town will be useless." Shen Gongbao said leisurely, "Then, I can take the things here."

Taoist Lu Zhe suddenly said bitterly: "I, a little Taoist priest, really can't handle such a big problem. Let Bodhisattva and Buddha fight it."

"Then in the world of Kyushu, who speaks is useful." Shen Gongbao asked curiously

Taoist Lu Zhe has already judged in his heart that this is an old antique that has been sleeping for an unknown number of years, and maybe he didn't even participate in the battle back then, so he might as well mention a few things so that he can shake the mountain.

After thinking for a while, Daoren Lu replied: "Since the First World War 10 years ago, the world has been divided into nine parts, five continents and four small continents."

"Emperor Wu of Middle Earth China, Dao Patriarch of Dongsheng Shenzhou, Master of Nanzhan Buzhou, Buddha of Xiniu Hezhou, and Demon Emperor of Beiju Luzhou."

"Three master saints, two emperors, speaking works."

"Besides, when the five patriarchs disagree, they can add a sentence or two."

"Friend Daoist, today 10 years later is completely different from 10 years ago."

"What are the cultivation levels of the three masters and saints and the two emperors?" Shen Gongbao said, but his eyes were looking at the sky, his eyes were deep, and he could see that day in the outer sky, in the endless starry sky, there was a broken hole floating in the sky.

It's not a space ring, it's not a blessed place in the spiritual realm, but a real fairy cave, which is now crippled and floating in the sky.

……

In front of the archway in Zhuxian Town, a group of outsiders waited for the gate to open. The heavy rain of spiritual energy in the sky was an omen, and when the rain cleared, it would be an opportunity.

Zhuxian Town's power of doomsday will be weakened to a certain extent, which is a sign of the switch, and outsiders can also take advantage of the weakening of doomsday to enter it, explore, recruit apprentices, and hunt for treasure...

In the eyes of monks in the outside world, Zhuxian Town is not a town, but a forbidden place, a secret place.

Zhuxian Town has everything that the outside world doesn't have, and Zhuxian Town has people that the outside world doesn't have.

"Is Zhuxian Town really so mysterious?"

"Can the materials of earth immortals be produced in batches?!"

One of the golden-clothed youths asked casually: "Several sects come to select seeds for cultivation on a regular basis, just like leeks, wave after wave."

"Zeng'er." Beside the boy in golden clothes, an old Taoist with kind eyebrows, kind eyes and kind face smiled and said, "The power of a real dragon is not unusual. I don't know how many immortal seeds have been produced in the past 5000 years, which can ensure the long-term survival of the sect. Green and yellow do not answer."

"If you want a group of golden elixir, what's the use of Yuanying's waste."

The young man in golden clothes disdained Taoism, and regarded the outside world as the highest realm of the ten realms of immortality, belittled to nothing, but the old Taoist priest was not displeased at all.

Other outsiders, when they heard this sentence, just smiled lightly, even if they frowned, it was only for the young man, not for this sentence.

It seems that Daoist Yuanying, who can be a master of the real country, is like a waste in their eyes.

"Hai, what do you know?"

A graceful woman dressed luxuriously and wearing a Bu Yao lightly smiled: "Cultivating the seeds of Taoism, this is just a small harvest. The real big harvest is those dragon spirit princes."

"Do you know how many small countries and how many big countries there are in Nanzhan Buzhou?"

The boy in gold rolled his eyes and said, "Small country is 72, big country is 36, and the Qian Dynasty where Zhuxian Town is located is one of the small countries. Who doesn't know this kind of common sense."

The graceful woman's eyes moved like ripples, and she said leisurely: "Nearly half of the founding ancestors of the one hundred and eight came from Zhuxian Town, and even the ancestors of the giant Tang Dynasty were said to have a relationship with Zhuxian Town. relation."

When mentioning the four characters of the giant Tang in the Celestial Dynasty, the outsiders looked slightly sideways, and the boy in golden clothes rarely said seriously: "The ancestor of the giant Tang also originated from Zhuxian Town?"

There are many countries in Nanzhan Buzhou, unlike the three-legged and powerful country in the Middle-earth China, so many immortal sects regard small countries as playthings. If there is no master's law prohibiting them, there will be a tragedy of monks slaughtering hundreds of millions of people to refine magic weapons.

However, among many countries, Jutang is known as the Celestial Dynasty, and it is the only dynasty that can be compared with the Xianzong sect.

The giant Tang Dynasty is no longer a human dynasty, but a fairy dynasty. It is said that there is a general who leads the army known as the king of heaven, a tower suppresses [-] demons, a royal doctor Yuanshen travels, and Night Dream kills demon dragons.

Cultivators of the Immortal Clan can act recklessly in a small country, but when they arrive in the territory of Jutang, they must abide by the law like ordinary people.

The ancestor who created such a fairy dynasty also came from Zhuxian Town.

"It's no wonder those guys from Zhenxuanzong came to greet them with eight palanquins." The golden-clothed boy snorted, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said, "I thought they were here to pick up the trash, but now it seems that they are going to bet on the treasure and win it." Take the merit of following the dragon."

In an instant, the golden boy and jade girl carrying the eight-carriage sedan chair of Zhenxuanzong slowly turned around and stared at the young man in golden clothes, with an indescribable strangeness.

"shut up!"

The old Taoist priest who always doted on young people frowned, and said in a low voice: "Don't mention the matter of Zhenxuanzong."

The golden-clothed boy was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed, he was just bad, not stupid.

If he was stupid and bad, he would have been chopped down by those sword immortals who acted for the heavens. Even if the sect avenges him in the future, he would already be dead, and he would be useless.

The old Taoist turned around and bowed to Zhenxuanzong: "Tongyan is innocent, I hope fellow Taoists will forgive me."

Inside the eight-carrying sedan chair, a short man with a vicissitudes of face walked out slowly and glanced at the old Taoist priest. Just as he was about to say something, suddenly there was a roar in the town, and the sky was wide open, allowing people to pass through.

The man with a vicissitudes of life waved his hand and led the team forward without caring about anything else.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was fighting with Zhenxuanzong, he asked Tianzong if he was not afraid, but Zhuxian Town was opened, and it was extremely stupid to fight instead of fighting for opportunities.

Looking at the figure of Zhenxuanzong's team going away, the golden-clothed boy was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Master, who is Zhenxuanzong going to pick up?"

The old Taoist's expression was unpredictable, and he murmured in a low voice: "Zhuxian Town, Zhuxian Formation... Could it be that the rumors are true, there are really immortals who fell here and reincarnated."

The old Taoist priest himself was an immortal, so the immortals he was talking about were naturally not those Jindan Nascent Souls.

"Fairy?"

The boy in golden clothes moved his eyes and asked tentatively: "Master, I once read a sentence in an ancient book, gods and men rule the sky, saints rule the land, and immortals rule the wind and rain..."

"presumptuous!"

For the first time, the old Taoist was furious. Even if the boy in gold had offended Zhenxuanzong, he still doted on him, but at this moment, he directly slapped the boy in gold to swell his face.

"Kneel down and kowtow!"

"This is what you should say."

The old Taoist sternly reprimanded, pointed in three directions and said: "Kowtow three times and bow nine times, sincerely admit your mistake."

The eyes of the golden-clothed boy who was about to be beaten into a pig's head were full of tears. His master had never beaten him like this. Even if he led beasts to eat people, he would just scold him once or twice, but today is different.

As a master and apprentice, Hai Zeng, a young man in golden clothes, knew his master very well. He could hear a trace of fear hidden in the extreme anger of the old Taoist priest.

Practicing evil and still living till now, Hai Zeng only understands two truths, the first one is who can offend and who cannot.

The second reason is that Master will not harm him.

So Hai Zeng knelt down and kowtowed to apologize.

Seeing this situation, the monks of other sects and forces changed their colors one after another, avoiding the master and apprentice like a plague god.

The graceful woman also walked away quickly, her heart extremely awe-inspiring, Hai Zeng was similar to her, but she ended up like this, while the rabbit died and the fox was sad, there was a trace of panic in her heart.

She has also read ancient books.

Earth Immortals in ancient times are different from Earth Immortals today.

God-man Lord Heaven refers to the period when the gods ruled the sky. In that era, all the gods were ants, and the gods treated monks like them no differently from mortals.

And... the sage governs the land, which means that the sage unites the heaven and the earth, controls the blessed land and the cave, and is called an earth immortal.

(End of this chapter)