Proving the Tao in a dream, counting the immortal cultivators at the beginning

It will still ruin Wan Teng's practice in this life.

Maybe Qingyun and Heiyan are right.

He should wait for Wan Teng to be pardoned as a spirit god before going to see Wan Teng.

As for whether Wan Teng could condense an innate aura at the last moment of his life.

Lynch looked at the crowd on the ten-mile-long street and felt that there would be no surprises.

So Lynch stopped in front of the City Lord's Mansion, and said to Qing Yun and Hei Yan.

"When will the ritual of pardoning the spirit god begin?"

"I should prepare a gift and congratulate my disciple."

Qingyun and Heiyan were stunned.

Unexpectedly, Lynch would stop in front of the door instead of meeting Wan Teng.

"He has his practice."

"To achieve a positive result."

"All I can do is to rejoice and congratulate him."

"But there is no need to bother."

Lynch said softly, took out a small bronze clock from his pocket, and handed it to Qingyun.

"This is the Soul Requiem Bell."

"Maybe it can help him rest his soul."

"Also invite fellow Taoists to him."

"Absolution of the spirit god."

"Also ask the two fellow Taoists to be careful."

"In the future, I will have a good reward."

Chapter 237

Facing Wan Teng, the former disciple.

Lynch ultimately chose not to bother.

He just entrusted Qingyun to hand over the Soul Requiem Bell that he had just refined to Wan Teng.

To help Wanteng.

Then he turned silently and left the city.

Sitting cross-legged on a hill not far outside the city.

Quietly waiting for the start of the well-known ceremony of pardoning the spirits and gods in the world of spirits and gods.

"Don't you still have a Resurrection Pill left?"

"Actually, it's better to let Wan Teng be pardoned as the spirit god of the world."

"It's better to let him reincarnate into a dream bubble."

"In this way, he can be taken care of by you, and he can start all over again, and the future can be expected."

"You can also make the eighth innate being born in the dream bubble."

"The complete transformation of Dream Bubble is only one step away."

The long light and shadow manifested into reality, falling in front of Lin Qi, looking at Xianzhou City in the distance, and said loudly.

It is Emperor Qitian.

Lynch was silent.

He is not so eager for quick success that he needs to intercept his disciples' opportunities to transform his supernatural powers.

Previously, Li Qizi and Gao Tianyou were reincarnated into a fantasy bubble.

It is a last resort.

But now Wan Teng is about to be pardoned by the world of spirit gods to become the spirit god of the world.

Although it is not the right way of practice.

But being pardoned as a spirit god is also an alternative method of longevity that has long been recognized by the Celestial Universe.

Whether in the eyes of others, or in the eyes of Lynch himself.

At least for now.

Wan Teng being pardoned as a spirit god is undoubtedly a better way forward than reincarnation and returning to the dream bubble.

In the master-student relationship with Wan Teng.

Although Lynch is an unqualified master.

But it is not so selfish as to prevent Wanteng from running towards a better future.

"You're still not confident enough about your future path."

"otherwise."

"You should understand."

"Compared to letting him be pardoned as a so-called spiritual god."

"Be a part of your path."

"It is the real immortal creation."

Emperor Qitian shook his head and sneered, "Or you just don't want to carry one more person's future on you?"

"You talk too much bullshit."

Lynch opened his eyes and pressed his backhand.

The Qitian Emperor instantly disappeared into a dream.

Lynch closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the ritual of pardoning the spirit god to start.

……

Xianzhou City, the city lord's mansion.

Wan Teng was lying on the sickbed with his eyes closed, his breath was like a gossamer, and his body was like a rotten tree.

Hear footsteps.

He suddenly opened his eyes, like a sick tiger, the tiger's might is still there.

"City Lord."

"Patriarch Qingyun and Patriarch Heiyan from Xianyuan are here."

Someone spoke in a low voice, and introduced to Wan Teng the two Immortal Academy Golden Pills who came uninvited.

"Two patriarchs, what happened here?"

Wan Teng propped up his body and exhaled like a bellows, laborious but powerful.

Qingyun and Heiyan looked at each other.

Hei Yan smiled and said: "Wan Teng, you have made great achievements in governing the world. The Immortal Court has clear rewards and punishments, and will hold a pardoning ceremony for you soon."

Qingyun then spoke.

"In addition, an old man gave you a magic weapon to reassure your soul."

"You take it, so you can rest."

"Don't worry about the ceremony."

While speaking, Qingyun took out the Soul Bell given by Lynch and put it beside Wan Teng's pillow.

The light of faint bronze sprinkled.

Peace of mind.

Wan Teng's mind, which was unclear due to the lingering illness, instantly sobered up a bit.

It's like returning to the light.

Wan Teng, who had been lingering in bed for many days, sat up directly and asked, "Will the Immortal Court pardon me as a spirit god?"

"Yes."

The subordinate on the side smiled.

"City Lord, you have made great achievements in governing the world. For the sake of the people, you have devoted yourself to death."

"Such a feat."

"If the fairy courtyard does not forgive you, you will be named a spirit god."

"None of us agree."

Qingyun and Heiyan nodded slightly, but they didn't feel offended.

After all, relying on Wanteng's achievements.

If you can't be pardoned as a spiritual god.

No one in this world is qualified to be pardoned as a spiritual god.

"Wanteng, just hold on for a few more days."

"Wait until the ceremony is ready."

"We will pardon you."

"In the future, all living beings in this world will need you to take good care of them."

Qingyun smiled and opened his mouth, about to make many promises.

To appease Wan Teng's heart, strengthen Wan Teng's will.

In order to ensure the ceremony of pardoning the spirit god.

Wan Teng was able to successfully brew the innate aura, become a spirit god in one fell swoop, and obtain a different kind of longevity.

But before Qingyun opened his mouth.

Wan Teng has already stared like a tiger, cursing loudly.

"Who the hell promised to be a spirit god!"

"I'm finally dying."

"You bastards who are not sons of men."

"You still want me to continue to treat you like a cow or a horse?"

"I beg you."

"Can you fucking be a human being!"

The smiles on the faces of Qing Yun and Hei Yan suddenly froze.

Looking at Wanteng in disbelief.

I never dreamed that the two of them happily came to prepare to pardon Wan Teng as a spirit god.

What I got was not tears of gratitude.

It was Wanteng's swearing.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the soul clock that Lynch gave?

Shocked and angry, the two subconsciously looked at the Requiem Bell next to Wan Teng's pillow.

Except for this reason.

They really did not expect to be called great sages in the world, amiable and approachable.

It seems that the Wancheng Lord has gathered all the good and virtuous in the world.