The Life of the Blessed One

Bai Yan exchanged his sword for coins and watched as he walked.

The First Emperor died, Prince Fusu died tragically, and Hu Hai ascended the throne.

The political situation is in chaos, the world is in chaos, and the flames are everywhere. Seeing that the big empire is about to fall apart, Bai Yan hurriedly changed his itinerary and rushed back to Xianyang, but still delayed a lot of time.

The dilapidated houses are rotten and dilapidated, except for blood and fire, there is not even a living thing.

That person can't see people in life, and can't see corpses in life.

Is he still alive?

He must be alive, he is not dead, how could that person die first.After all, he likes Yun Shu so much, he won't die so easily and make Yun Shu cheap for him.

Bai Yan searched everywhere, and finally found Yunshu's tomb in a barren mountain. The words carved on the simple stone tablet were in that person's handwriting. An elderly woman was stealing the offerings of the deceased.

She was dressed in rags and had gray hair.

Bai Yan knew her, she was a matchmaker in the village, when that person was not yet an adult, she often ran to that person's house, and always liked to wear a bright red robe with golden hairpins on her head, to show off in the market.

Bai Yan is very annoyed by her, that person didn't grow up on her family's food, so what does it matter to her whether he gets a wife or not?

He had never heard that one day, he would be so happy to see her. He hurriedly grabbed her hand that stole the offering, and she screamed: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

After panicking, she recognized him, "Aren't you the boy named Bai from the next village? Didn't you die a long time ago... huh? He?... Dead, after his cousin died, he jumped into the river and committed suicide..."

He ran to the edge of the Weishui River, shouting the man's name, and what he heard was the sound of the rushing water of the river.

The man died.

Died in this Weishui River that has swallowed countless lives.

His family members died, Yun Shu died, and there was nothing to love in that life, so he ended his own life.

Black clouds crawled from the horizon, covering the entire sky in the blink of an eye.

Boom boom boom...

A purple thunder as thick as a bucket rained down from the sky, and the feeling of the lightning hitting his body made Bai Xiansheng feel worse than death.

He wanted to die, but he insisted on not dying. At least he wanted to find the man's body. If he couldn't get it back, he would pack up some clothes he had worn before and set up a monument for him.

A person who commits suicide does not enter reincarnation, and can only be a lonely ghost forever. He has to ask an eminent monk to recite scriptures for ninety-nine and 81 days.

With such thoughts in mind, Bai Yan survived. He was seriously injured, and the sun rose and the moon rose. He couldn't stand up for a whole month, and was exposed to the sun and rain by the Weishui River.

Strange to say, he didn't die without eating or drinking. When he stood up and was about to set up a monument for that man, he met someone from the cultivation world, and only then did he realize that he had entered the Tao in a daze, and was already a golden man. Friar Dan.

Human cultivators, demon cultivators, ghost cultivators, demon cultivators... an unimaginable fantasy world unfolds before Bai Yan's eyes.

He didn't repair the man's grave, and he didn't find someone to chant scriptures.

If that person becomes a lonely ghost, he will bring him back and let the ghost teach him how to practice.

If that person is reincarnated, he finds him, and he teaches him the practice himself.

Day after day, month after month, year after year, this search lasted for more than 1000 years, during which Bai Yan still found Wei Xuanji of going to the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Wei Xuanji didn't say a word, he exhausted all his cultivation, but was knocked out of the Heavenly Dao Gate by Wei Xuanji's palm.

Then, he established the Yunxiao Sword Sect, defeated the elders of thousands of sects in the cultivation world, and escorted those old guys and disciples who had lived thousands of years to find the reincarnation of that person.

He distributed the portrait of the man to them, and brought back to him any three-point similarity.

Gui Daozi, the head of Qingfeng Sect, the most famous millennium sect in the cultivation world, joined forces with dozens of monks above the Golden Core stage in Yushui Cave and Raging Fire Sect, and set up an ambush in Taohuaxi with the man's reincarnation as bait. Except for Gui Daozi, All were beheaded by his sword.

Compared to single-handedly fighting the elders of the sects, this battle is the one where Bai Yan is truly famous in the cultivation world, and is listed as a legend in the cultivation world with the Venerable Yuan Shi, who has never seen his head and tail.

He has a lot of scenery, but spends his days getting drunk all day long.

Then he met a woman in Tsing Yi, her name was Zhu Zhu, she was infatuated with Wei Xuanji but couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

She envied him, at least he and that man had been brothers for several years, hooking shoulders to shoulders, laughing and cursing.

Full Moon's wine was particularly intoxicating. After waking up, he finally understood that many things in this world cannot be achieved through hard work.

In that person's heart, his family and Yun Shu are the most important. After they die, he doesn't want to live anymore.

He was nothing more than an insignificant, fleeting moment in life.

Wanting to understand this, Bai Yan returned to Yunxiao Sword Sect to practice in seclusion.

The Mahayana period is complete.

Jiujiu Zilei fell from the sky.

Compared with the clear mountains and green waters that were usually wiped out by thunder, looking at today's ninety-nine thunder that can't even bear to hurt the grass at his feet, Tiandao really wants him to die immediately, and don't waste ninety-nine thunder The power of robbery only greets him,

——Actually, Bai Yan was already prepared. When he offended Wei Xuanji, he knew that the Dao of Heaven would not easily allow him to become a true immortal.

He tried his best to cut through Zi Lei and Jie Yun with a single sword, and the Acacia Sword broke in response, without even looking at it.

He has decided to give up on that person.

His big disciple and his newly recruited young disciple were waiting by the side, and they all came to congratulate him when they saw him successfully overcome the tribulation.

He finds it strange that the thunder tribulation has been successful, why the spiritual power in the body has not been transformed into the power of heaven?

There was a sound of fluttering clothes, and under the peach blossom tree, he saw the man's back...

"Ahem." Junchu woke up vigorously and pulled Bai Yan back from the past.

Bai Yan walked to the edge of the spirit pool and asked, "How is it?"

Jun Chu showed a forced smile, "It's okay, thank you for saving me."

"I can only save you for a while, the golden core in your body is about to shatter, time is running out, what are you going to do?" Bai Yan asked again.

Junchu lightly smiled: "Cold salad."

Bai Yan frowned.

Jun Chu was woken up by his junior brother when he was soundly asleep.

Mo Ya lifted him up from the bed and sat him up, with a big pillow stuffed behind his waist.

Smelling the smell in the air, Jun Chu frowned, "Drink chicken soup again." He had been drinking chicken soup for half a month.

Mo Ya didn't care about his black face, and poured a bowl full of cold ginseng chicken soup.

It was difficult for Jun Chu to drink, but he still bit the bullet and drank it while looking at the worried Mo Ya.

The chicken soup is made with 3-year-old ginseng, which is full of spiritual energy and very nourishing.

Tang Ming and Tang Xiu came to see Junchu together. Tang Ming's hands were so cheap that he dipped a drop of chicken soup and immediately left two streaks of blood on his nose.

When Tang Ming was injured, Bai Yan didn't even dare to use the spiritual water transformed by the spiritual energy of the back mountain, for fear that he would not be replenished.

The spiritual power contained in the 3-year-old ginseng is no worse than that of the spiritual spring. Junchu drank the chicken soup with ginseng for half a month and soaked in the spiritual spring for half a day every day, but there was no over-replenishing reaction at all. How strong is the desire for spiritual power.

However, after replenishing so much spiritual energy, there is still only a few traces of spiritual energy in his body.

Tang Ming moved a stool and sat beside him, his eyes were filled with admiration, "Senior, you are so amazing, you dared to confront Nangong Fu and even stabbed him."

Tang Ming didn't know the real condition of Junchu's body, and thought that the reason why he was bedridden was the injury he suffered in the battle with Nangong Fu.

There is a scar on Junchu's face that is as long as his index finger, and Nangong Fujian was hurt by anger.

Tang Ming stared at the scar, as if staring at a badge of honor.

"Senior, you are really awesome."

Junchu chuckled, "Senior Nangongfu has a strong cultivation base, I am far behind him."

"That is, after all, he is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years... Cough cough, let's not talk about this. Senior, Wei Xuanji is here. He will give a lecture in the square tomorrow. You should go early."

The reason why the once-in-a-thousand-year grand meeting in the Kunlun Secret Realm attracts the gathering of all sects and scattered immortals is that besides Tian Kunlun Apocalypse, the other reason is Wei Xuanji's preaching.

The monks sat on the ground and walked away. Little monks like Yang Yu are not even qualified to stand aside. Those who can listen to Wei Xuanji's preaching are all Jindan and above monks. In order to sit in the front row, they always go early go.

After listening to Jun Chu, he just smiled and said nothing. He was not interested in Wei Xuanji, and he was even less interested in preaching.

"Okay, we must be there early." Mo Ya nodded solemnly.

He has grown up a lot recently. Although his hair is still colorful, his temperament has become more stable and mature.

Mo Ya thanked Tang Ming for telling him such important news. In the past half month, he has been by his senior brother's side every step of the way, without sleeping for a minute.

When Jun Chu was sleeping peacefully, he would sniff his breath for fear that his senior brother might not wake up from his sleep.

Fortunately, Mo Ya is a Nascent Soul cultivator, otherwise he would have died of exhaustion.

Jun Chu watched his house grow bigger and bigger, and looked more and more like a grown-up junior, "There are so many people, I don't want to go."

Mo Ya remained silent, as if she agreed.

Before dawn, the square was densely packed with human heads.

"Here, here." Tang Mingchao waved to Mo Ya.

Mo Ya walked over with Jun Chu behind her back, and sat down in the two vacant seats beside him, "Excuse me, please reserve a seat for me."

"You don't need to be so polite, we are all family." Tang Ming waved his hands boldly.

"Why don't you see your young master?" Mo Ya asked casually.

"He won't come." Thinking of his young master's cool and domineering tone when he said "not coming", Tang Ming admired him a lot.He couldn't come even if he wanted to.

When Tang Xiu came, Tang Ming gave him his seat, reluctantly left and swore to himself that he would sit here and listen to Wei Xuanji's sermon after a thousand years or so before forming a golden core or even a nascent soul.

There are a lot of monks who come to listen to Wei Xuanji, and it can be said that all the major sects come out in force, even if they have a broken leg, they will crawl here.

Junchu slept soundly, the fragrance was actually heavy, his spiritual power was exhausted, his sensitivity was reduced to the most dangerous edge, and he was almost insensitive to external sounds.

The sky turned white, Jun Chu woke up by himself, and then found himself being carried behind Mo Ya, and a few casual cultivators in front of him joined forces to find the female class who looked easy to bully——Emei Shen Mei and Shen Yi.

It is very common for monks to fight and hurt people for the position in the front row.

These casual cultivators are newly promoted Golden Core cultivators. They have never seen the real face of Shen Mei and Shen Yi, and they don't know their identities. They thought that they could sit in the first row because they came early, so they thought about it. take their place.

Shen Mei knocked them down Kunlun Mountain with one palm, not to mention listening to Wei Xuanji's preaching, whether they can save their lives is still a matter of opinion.

Jun Chu sighed, "Master Shen's palm is really powerful, no wonder Chang Yifeng only dared to ask Master Qing to make him fly stiff behind his back."

Tang Xiu said: "Master Shen is the second female cultivator today, so she must be extremely powerful."

Jun Chu asked curiously: "Who is No.1?"

Tang Xiu: "Senior Zhu Zhu."

Zhu...Jun Chu suddenly remembered the woman in Tsing Yi who gnawed Bai Yan.

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