The Life of the Blessed One

Junchu was standing by the Weishui River, and the fire on the other side was so bright that it burned for three days and three nights, but it still didn't go out.

The sun was setting, it was sunset time.

Taking off his wooden clogs, he took two steps forward, jumped forward, and a sudden pull pulled him backwards, staggering and falling to the ground, the cloud-patterned white robe he just changed this morning was immediately dirty. Made of the cloth I like.

"Who is pulling me?"

Yuan Shi pointed at the turbulent river water a foot away, and blew his beard and stared angrily: "You young man is so strange, I saved your life, and it's nothing but ungrateful, but you actually speak evil words at each other."

Jun Chu bent down and saluted, and said solemnly: "Thank you for saving my life, elder, but... I am looking for death."

Yuan Shi was a little embarrassed.

Seeing that someone was about to jump into the river again, Yuan Shi hurriedly grabbed him: "You wait until you die."

This sounds a bit awkward.

Yuan Shi cleared his throat, "Young man, do you know how to get to Xianyang?"

Junchu was slightly stunned: "This is Xianyang."

"This is Xianyang?" Yuan Shi was shocked, isn't Xianyang a place of peace and prosperity?How did it become like this?

After doing the math, it turned out that he was five years late, and it was all because of the pot of immortal drunkenness.

Hey!

Coming so late, I don't know if his destined apprentice is still there?

I am in Xianyang, but I still ask how to get to Xianyang?

Jun Chu glanced at the person in front of him, his white hair was like snow, his white clothes were clean, he looked like a fairy, but his brain was not good.

Jun asked in a warm voice: "Old man, do you have anything else to do?"

He's busy killing himself.

Look, it's getting dark.

"Do you know if there have been geniuses with a single spiritual root in Xianyang City in recent years?" Seeing Jun Chu's confused face, Yuan Shi changed his words again: "It's what you said, who can make a country peaceful and strong, and is ten times smarter than ordinary people." A hundred times as many people."

Wen Neng An Bang Wu Neng Ding Guo?Jun Chu showed a very faint smile, and pointed at the fire on the other side from a distance. If there were such a person, would the fire be able to burn?

"Impossible, there must be." Wei Xuanji of Tiandao Sect told him personally, how could there be a mistake.

Yuan Shi looked at Jun Chu suspiciously, "You're not from outside, are you?"

Jun Chu, a pure Xianyang person, straightened his clothes, "Chu is a native of Xianyang."

Yuan Shi glanced at him, the extremely ordinary Mizuki dual spiritual roots, his body is weak and can be blown down by a gust of wind, his face is still pretty and pleasant, and his clear eyes don't look like a liar.

"Old man, there is indeed no one you are looking for. The current situation is not peaceful, so you should go back early." Jun Chu said.

Yuan Shi saw that what he said was true, and he was a little uncertain, but there was no way to make mistakes in Wei Xuanji's words.

What went wrong?

"Actually, I can't say that there is no such thing. In the early years, there was indeed an extraordinary person, both civil and military, and extremely intelligent." Junchu said suddenly.

Yuan Shi: "What about others?"

"died."

"..." Yuan Shi only felt the throbbing pain in his brain, and immediately tore off the wine gourd from his waist and threw it into the Weishui.

His poor apprentice!

"Old man, is there anything else?" Jun Chu asked.

Yuan Shi waved his hands dejectedly: "It's nothing, you go to die."

"Hey!" Jun Chu agreed, and jumped back... a force pulled him back, and another buttock fell.

He stood up clutching his butt, no matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't help but get angry.

Yuan Shi looked innocent, it was really not his doing.

"Old man." Jun Chu looked at him with an unkind expression.

Yuan Shi rubbed his belly and said pitifully, "I'm hungry."

The corner of Jun's mouth twitched: "..." Why is it so difficult to find a death.

Jun Chu sighed helplessly, took the clogs from the river bank and put them on, "There is still some food left in the monk's house, if you don't mind, please come with me."

Yuan Shi followed behind Jun Chu, playing with a white silk thread in his hand. With his knowledge, he couldn't see what material this magic weapon was made of. Ordinary people couldn't see it. It was as light as nothing. It was tied to him at one end. One end is tied to Junchu, like a grasshopper on a string.

Just now when Jun Chu jumped down, it was this thread that pulled him back.

With a thought, a glorious long sword was already in his hand, and he slashed at Baisi, and Baisi was as good as ever, without a single gap, even if the monk Nascent Soul suffered from his sword It is going to be wiped out.

This line is really awesome.

Yuan Shi looked up, the blue sky was cloudless and very clear.

The thread appeared out of nowhere, tying him to Junide.

Could this be the will of God that Wei Xuanji said?

Could it be that Junchu is his destined apprentice?

No, Wei Xuanji clearly said... Uh!Wei Xuanji really didn't seem to say that his disciple is an inexhaustible talent who is capable of Wen Neng, An Bang, and Wu Neng.

But the two spiritual roots of water and wood are too bad.

The only living thing in the house was a chicken, and Junchu slaughtered it, and he ate three times for one chicken, steamed, stewed and roasted, and brought it to Yuanshi.

Yuan Shi looked at him with disgust.

It shouldn't be, for a super master of cultivation with strange bones and a mutated single spiritual root like him, how could his destined apprentice be a useless dual spiritual root of water and wood.

This apprentice really doesn't want to accept him at all!

Yuan Shi stuffed a roasted chicken leg into his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly, it was delicious!

Junchu poured him a cup of tea and was about to leave, remembering that there were some coins under the bed and ran to look for them.

He had heard people say that there are monks in this world who transcend the mundane world and do not touch the mundane world. After traveling this way, he vaguely knew that Yuan Shi was not out of his mind.

I don't know if monks use coins?

He thought about putting the coin on the table, found a piece of blue cloth that was still in good condition, and hung it on the jujube tree in the yard.

Yuan Shi gnawed on the chicken leg and it was delicious. While watching Jun Chu standing on the stool and knotting the blue cloth, he thought of the wine gourd thrown in the Weishui.Why is the hand so fast, regret ah regret.At the same time, he was thinking, if Jun Chu died like this, would he not need to accept apprentices...

A domineering pulling force hit, and Yuan Shi bumped into the jujube tree before he could react.

It doesn't hurt, but I feel aggrieved.

With a bang, the chicken leg also fell to the ground. Yuanshi picked it up, patted it and stuffed it into his mouth. He didn't dare to dislike the fact that it was not good for you to have a spiritual root. He persuaded him earnestly: "Young man, you tried to jump into the river three times. God is reluctant to let you die, why don't you come with me?"

Yuan Shi thought to himself that his destined apprentice was so sincere and persistent in seeking death that he would not be able to persuade him with a sentence or two. What if he was knocked out and robbed?Or directly brainwashing with insanity... Before he could figure it out, the gentleman next to him came out and said, "Okay."

The corners of Yuan Shi's greasy mouth twitched, did he say that he wanted to seek death sincerely and persistently?

Today's young people are too fast-paced.

Yuan Shi sat down on the stone table under the jujube tree and said, "Then you need to worship the deity as your teacher."

As the saying goes, apprenticeship is a very important thing for the emperor, relative and teacher of heaven and earth. His apprentice looks like a scholar at first sight. Then he must hold some grand ceremony of apprenticeship and set up an incense table for the day. It will be troublesome if he thinks about it, or he will be stunned and robbed?Or directly brainwashing with insanity... Beside Junchu said again: "Okay."

Jun lifted the corner of his robe and knelt on the ground, touched his head three times, called Master, and went back to the house to eat chicken, even picking the most meaty chicken legs.

Yuan Shi gritted his teeth.

Why are young people nowadays so careless about etiquette?

hateful!

Abominable!

Time flies, and I don't know how many years have passed. One day, their master and apprentice came to Shu, and saw an unknown mountain, full of spiritual energy, majestic and majestic. Be the king, establish a sect and establish a sect.

The school name is Yuqing, and the mountain is called Wuyin.

There is no time in the mountains, and the millennium is fleeting. Emei Mountain, nestled at the foot of Wuyin Mountain like a three-year-old child, has long been famous all over the world and has become a tourist attraction. Wuyin has been hidden for thousands of years and is still unknown to outsiders.

On the day of the first snow, black clouds crawled from the sky, covering the sky in a short while.

The day was like night, the silver snake rolled and hissed in the black clouds, boom boom boom, huge purple thunder fell from the sky, and half of the mountain was covered in fog and disappeared in an instant.

Jun Chu was sitting cross-legged among the ruins at the moment.

When he noticed Tianlei, he was really stunned for a moment, feeling more strange than afraid.

He is a water and wood double spiritual root with ordinary aptitude, and he entered the cultivation school only after he had shit luck, but it happened that he was such a boy with ordinary aptitude, and he turned out to be the favored of the heavens. He hadn't even suffered a single thunder calamity when he reached the fusion stage, while ordinary cultivators often lived a hard life of being chased and struck by lightning since the golden core stage.

500 years ago, when his master was struck by thunder and died, he pointed at him and yelled at him: "If I were a heavenly favored person, I would have ascended [-] times, that is to say, you idiot are still wandering in the stage of transforming gods. It’s really unfair! Heaven’s unfair!!”

Jun Chu felt ashamed, shameless to see others, learned from the pain and retreated for 500 years, and his realm has been raised from the early stage of transformation to the late stage of fusion, until today he hits the stage of Mahayana.

The celestial beneficiary didn't encounter the thunder catastrophe during the immortal period, but he didn't expect to come ahead of time.

Jun Chu was completely unprepared, and he knew nothing about Lei Jie, so he bit the bullet, and as a result, the spirit sword was split in two, and there was no spiritual energy in his body, and his realm fell directly from the late stage of fusion to the golden core stage.

Cultivating the Tao is difficult, there is no one in ten thousand who is talented, and there are very few who can draw qi into the body and really step into the threshold of cultivation. Even if the qi training period is so difficult, let alone the foundation building, integration, and heartbeat afterward.

Most of them stop at the golden core stage, and their bodies and spirits will disappear when they are a hundred years old. Even if there are talented and intelligent people who practice extremely fast, they can't escape the eyes of the heavens.

Forgotten by Lei Jie like Jun Chu, an existence like Tian Dao's own son, with a cultivation base as awesome as his master, he can't help being jealous.

He can't become a fairy, who can become a fairy?

However, who would have thought that a master in the late stage of fusion would not even be able to withstand three thunderbolts.

Is he really a fool as the master said?

Hey!

Junchu sighed leisurely, picked up two pieces of spirit swords and put them in the Qiankun bag, took off the damaged cassock, changed into a long robe again, tidied up his clothes, and went out after washing his face with water.