The Path Toward Heaven

The man on the stone couch had been dead for many years, the belt made of underworld dragon tendons was completely rotten, broken into several pieces and fell on the couch, but the body had never rotted, there were cracks everywhere under the tattered silkworm clothes, and the old blood stains like ink were smeared on it, which looked a bit weird.

Regardless of Qingshan, Zhongzhou, Daze, etc., the first step in cultivating Taoism is to exercise the body and refine Qi. The higher the realm, the stronger the body. For example, the body of a disciple of Qingshan Zong Wuzhang Realm can be said to be stronger than steel.

Jing Jiu didn't take off the iron sword behind his back, stretched out his fingers and drew dozens of dotted lines around the cave, and used Chengtian swordsmanship to form a small sword array. Because of the slightly lower realm and the conflict with Cheng Tianjian's destiny, this sword array is naturally far inferior to the one Liu Ci set up in the Shedding House in Yunmeng Mountain, but it is also strong enough.

After finishing these things, he sat down on the futon, rested his hands quietly on his knees, loosened his left hand slightly, and there was a tiny gap between his five fingers. A pale golden light overflowed from the gap between his fingers, and he was about to go out of the cave, but he was trapped by the sword array and couldn't leave.

This celestial energy is only one-thousandth of the total amount of celestial energy in the Immortal Book of Longevity. It is still a bit hard for him to control it in his current state, and his face suddenly turns pale.

He knew that he had to speed up and release a divine sense to land on the corpse.

When the corpse touched his divine sense, it suddenly vibrated, as if it was going to be resurrected.

This is of course an illusion, Jing Jiu is using his own divine sense to replace the corpse to perform his exercises, trying to force out those things that were suppressed deep in Dao's heart.

It didn't take long for more than ten light spots to float out from the wound on the surface of the corpse's body.

If you look carefully, you will find that those light spots are also faintly golden, and they are actually fragments, but because they are too small, they look like light spots.

Jing Jiu raised his right hand to smooth out the immortal energy overflowing from the immortal talisman, spread it evenly in the air in front of him, forming a pale golden flake, and then used the sword array to force those light spots onto this pale golden flake, just like a craftsman is trying to inlay jade on gold foil.

Those fragments fell on the thin layer of immortal energy, and after a slight tremor, they regained their calmness, even calmer than in that corpse.

Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu confirmed his guess even more, but he didn't stop moving, and continued to look at the thin layer of immortal energy.

His eyes were always calm and clear, like the surface of water in a well, but at this moment they suddenly became brighter.

I don't know if it's the fairy energy and fragments reflected in the depths of the eyes, or my own spirit is flying high. In short, it's like a sun suddenly emerges from the deep seabed.

In a sense, he is the innate invisible sword body, so his eyes are the natural sword eyes.

Under such eyes, nothing can hide.

After watching for an unknown time, Jing Jiu slowly closed his eyes, raised his left hand to withdraw the immortal energy, and at the same time, those fragments of light spots returned to the corpse.

This immortal energy is only one-thousandth of the amount of immortal energy in the celestial book. It is still very dangerous for him to do so, after all, Liu Ci is not by his side, and Ah Da is still by the pond.

Without opening his eyes, he began to meditate to recover, and then countless meteors suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him.

That is not a real meteor, but a flying fairy sword.

Tens of thousands of flying swords burned among the stars.

This is a picture he has seen with his own eyes. (Note)

He told the Underworld Emperor in the Demon Town Prison.

Besides, he saw a lot.

Then he found that there was a thread in his body that was pulling him.

At the other end of that line is nothingness.

The nothingness in the star field is not the real nothingness, but an invisible world, either extremely sublime, or too low in level.

In those worlds, even the speed of light is very low.

He looked back and found that that piece of nothingness was where he came from, that is Chaotian Continent.

There was still a problem with the ascension.

The smoke and cloud dispersal array at the top of Shenmo Peak failed to completely cut off all the ties of the world.

That line can be said to be cause and effect, or it can also be said to be a breath of turbidity remaining in his body.

Someone didn't want him to leave.

He didn't care about it, he was going to cut off the thread, make a few fairy talismans and send them back to Qingshan, and then go to other worlds.

He will seek ways to dispel the turbidity during the journey, and at the same time hope to see more scenery.

It is difficult to cut one's own heart with a sword, so he used the only sword.

Mind and body are the same.

When the sword fell, the sneak attack came at the same time.

The tens of thousands of flying swords in the distant star field turned into a gorgeous fireworks in his eyes.

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Jing Jiu opened his eyes and was silent for a while.

The immortal energy in the longevity scroll and the fragments of immortal energy left in the corpse are exactly the same thing.

This confirms that the one who attacked him was the White Blade Immortal of the Zhongzhou Sect, which is what the Taoist circles of the Chaotian Continent call Mr. Bai.

He stood up, looked at the person on the couch and said calmly: She is very rigid.

Daoist Taiping learned how to make hot pot from Yizhou. He ate it but didn't learn how to cook it. He only learned a few words of Yizhou dialect.

I didn't expect it to be useful today.

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The snow is still falling in the mountain village, but it has not accumulated for the time being, and the children in the village do not like to play with snow as much as the children in the city, so there is no one by the pond.

Holding the white cat tightly, Zhao Layue stood in the snow and looked at the road at the entrance of the village without blinking her eyes.

It wasn't until Jing Jiu's figure appeared that her tense body finally relaxed, and the white cat finally felt a little more relaxed.

Jing Jiu came up to her and said, Let's go.

Zhao Layue really wanted to ask him if he had seen that friend, but she didn't dare to ask. Seeing that his left hand was still clenched, she tentatively asked, Go to Guocheng Temple?

Jing Jiu said, I said I'm going to find a friend for help.

Then at Yunji Town, the iron sword shot out through the air, and soon entered Nanhe City, from Chaonan City along the muddy water all the way eastward, heading towards Moqiu.

Iron Sword's speed is really fast, it can even be said to be beyond imagination.

Correspondingly, the oncoming wind is naturally terrifying, even ordinary wandering field experts will be blown out of their wits and fall straight down.

Standing on the head of the sword, Jing Jiu looked at the satin-like ocean in the far distance, his hair was fluttering slightly, and his expression was calm, as if the fairy in the painting was about to be resurrected.

Zhao Layue sat in the back with the cat in her arms, looked down at the steep peaks and the white felt-like plains that kept flashing below, thinking that this was too soon.

The sword light flashed in the sky, startling many practitioners and monsters, but seeing the frightening speed of the flying sword and feeling the undisguised sword intent of Qingshan, everyone thought it was an elder from Qingshan who broke the sea boundary, who dared to spy on him. Occasionally, when a practitioner encountered him in the sky, he quickly avoided it and saluted and sent him off respectfully.

This kind of misjudgment saves a lot of trouble. If people know that the person on the iron sword is Jing Jiu, because of the Immortal Book of Longevity, there may be some troubles. Those evil masters and monsters may not be able to see the horror of that long-haired white cat.

Boom!

A mass of white airflow appeared in the sky above Moqiu, and that airflow connected up and down to form a hollow circle.

In the middle of the circle, a black iron sword appeared.

Iron Sword slowed down its speed and altitude, the ground was much closer, and the scenery and people in the picture were much clearer. The Moqiu land is near the East Sea, the climate is warm and humid, but there is no disadvantage of the heat, and the land is fertile. Even in winter, there is still no snow on the ground, and some fields even grow green crops. The large farmland is divided into countless color blocks according to the color. It is very pleasing to the eye from the sky. Compared with those snowy peaks, it is less wild, but more peaceful.

There is a straight road in the middle of the vast farmland, leading to the temple and Zen garden built on the mountain in front.

The avenue was full of vehicles, and there were many temporary shelters, and even people sleeping on the ground could be seen.

These are the patients who came to ask the doctors and monks of Guocheng Temple to treat their illnesses, and many monks in simple monk clothes were busy walking among them.

The iron sword landed in front of the woods in front of Guocheng Temple.

The white cat jumped out of Zhao Layue's arms, spread its legs apart on the ground, lowered its back, and stretched its waist with sincerity.

Jing Jiu reached out to pick it up and put it on his shoulder. It felt a little uncomfortable, so it climbed up again.

Looking at the eaves of the Yellow Temple getting closer, Zhao Layue asked: The benevolence of the doctor, the monk's salvation, I can understand, but will it delay my practice?

Jing Jiu said: Zen cultivates the heart. For monks who uphold this way, this is practice, which is better than studying scriptures.

This young master is right, it seems that he must belong to a famous sect...

The Zhike monk of Guocheng Temple came forward with a smile.

Having achieved success in cultivating the Tao, Jing Jiu still looks like the white-clothed boy back then, and his appearance has not changed.

Seeing his face, Zhike Monk couldn't praise him any more. When he saw a white cat lying on Jing Jiu's head, the corners of his lips couldn't help twitching a few times.

I don't know the visitor... Ah, could it be Qingshan's Immortal Master Jing Jiu?

The Zhike monk finally thought of who the other party might be.

Jing Jiu hummed.

Zhike Monk looked at Zhao Layue again, and found that this young girl had a beautiful face, white clothes as clean as snow, and black hair braided. She was very pretty. He thought that if he could swim side by side with the famously indifferent Immortal Master Jing Jiu, it must be Fairy Baizao from the Zhongzhou School.

No matter what kind of temple the Zhike monks are, they are those who think quickly and speak quickly, and Guocheng Temple is no exception. He thought about it and said it out.

I don't know Fairy Bai...

Zhao Layue.

Zhike Monk was stunned before waking up, feeling ashamed, quickly saluted, then turned to look at Jing Jiu and said, I don't know if the two Qingshan Immortal Masters are here?

Jing Jiu said, Look for someone.

The Zhike monk thought that the relationship between the temple and Qingshan had always been mediocre, and the only thing was that Chanzi and Shenmofeng had always been close, so he hurriedly said, Zhanzi went to Baicheng.

Jing Jiu said, I'm looking for Monk Dachang.

The Zhike monk wanted to slap himself twice, lowered his head and stretched out his hand, intending to say nothing more about it.

Leading Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue towards the temple, the well-known monk gradually calmed down, feeling that this matter was a bit strange.

You must know that Da Chang Seng is a reclusive elder in the back temple, and few outsiders know of his existence.

But since the teacher in the temple didn't stop him, he naturally wouldn't do anything.

Walking through the halls of the former temple, passing through the quiet stone road in the forest, and seeing a pagoda forest amidst the waves of pines.

Jing Jiu glanced over there.

After continuing to walk for a long time, they came to the deepest part of Guocheng Temple, where the mountains and forests were more secluded, and there were no birdsong. They finally saw a meditation hall.

The meditation hall occupies a small area, and the building is a bit old-fashioned, but it is a bit new compared with the meditation halls and scriptures passing along the road.

The Zhike monk sent them to the meditation hall, but he dared not go in again.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked into the meditation hall and saw an old monk sweeping fallen leaves.

That old monk was the great monk he was looking for.

Da Changseng was a little surprised and asked, Why are you looking for me?

Jing Jiu looked at the old monk, thinking about his appearance three hundred years ago, and said calmly: I am Jing Jiu, the emperor should have told you.

Da Changseng frowned slightly and said: I don't know what your Majesty's relationship is with you, but I am a person who works for the royal family, and you will do as you order.

Jing Jiu said, I want to practice Zen here.

Da Changseng was a little surprised and asked, Here?

Jing Jiu ignored him and walked to the backyard of the meditation room on the fallen leaves.

There are several quiet rooms, two pools, rain corridors around, and a small tower in the courtyard.

The small tower was made of gray stone with some moss growing on it, and it looked very inconspicuous.

Jing Jiu stood quietly in front of the tower, without speaking for a long time.

Da Changseng looked at this scene and felt a little strange, but thinking of the imperial edict many years ago, he left the courtyard without much trouble.

Zhao Layue walked to his side and stood with him.

Jing Jiu said, This is the spiritual bone pagoda of the late emperor.

Zhao Layue had vaguely guessed something, but was still surprised at this moment.

The former god emperor feigned death and abdicated to become a monk in Guocheng Temple.

It turns out that the legend that has been circulating in Chaotian Continent for more than two hundred years is true!

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(Note: Tens of thousands of flying swords, burning, time, rivers, the last lines of Blade Runner, I will always use them in Dao Chaotian. I used to think that this kind of explicit tribute didn’t need to be said at all, how stupid it was to say it, but later I found out that some children hadn’t seen these things that I think everyone should have read, and felt that I was plagiarizing. The green bottle is broken, I forgot it when I wrote it, thank you readers for correcting me, it was revised as soon as possible yesterday.)