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Click!
Like a thunderbolt flashing in the clear sky, the mountains and birds and beasts flew together with a loud noise.
In the mountains and forests, a little beast that gave birth to wisdom looked timidly, only to see two figures above the sky, bursting into the sky like lightning.
The speed is too fast, the steps are accompanied by a loud thunderbolt, and the grass and trees in the mountains blew by the billowing wind and rushing.
"Too much deception, too much deception!"
A bearded man stopped abruptly, slapped his backhand with a palm, and his mighty mana rolled out, shattering the billowing air currents, and slammed into the black shadow that swept across like a mountain:
"My brother, how can you serve others like an eagle dog?! Zhou Yuan, you are really a shame to my generation!"
Boom!
There was a loud noise.
The boiling mana collapsed, and the dark shadow's sweeping momentum also stopped.
"Humph!"
With a wave of his big sleeves, the thin-faced middle-aged stepped forward, and coldly glanced at the big bearded man, and said indifferently: "What monk? I'm waiting, it's a cultivator!"
"Chen cultivator, body cultivator, right?"
The big-bearded man was dismissive in his mouth, but in fact he was full of jealousy, and his heart was even more frightened and bitter.
Seven hundred years is not a short period of time, even for monks. However, compared to the long years of inheritance of the Taoism, it is not worth mentioning.
Not to mention the six ways of God, Buddha, and the development of Confucianism alone, it already has a history of 70,000 years.
But even if the Confucian family came out in large numbers, they still can't compare with the gods and Buddhas.
Therefore, no one cares about the so-called ‘new practice’ promoted by the Great Zhou Dynasty, and more monks just use it as a joke.
But no one thought that in just seven hundred years, that new practice had replaced Confucianism as the orthodox of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and even shook the Taoist and Buddhism families in a real sense.
Lian Qi Shi, once the name appeared, it completely caused a sensation in the practice world, Da Zhou, and even the entire Nan Zhan.
Without him, before the'Qiao Dao', it was beyond everyone's imagination.
Just like the person in front of him, his three-tiered cultivation base is nothing at all in today's "Jing Ye Si", but he has mastered three supernatural powers!
What’s even more terrifying is that this new name is called Lian Chi Shi, but it’s actually refining the body, fighting for airflow 2
"To tell you, I also think that the body refiner is more appropriate than the Qi practitioner. However, this is the method taught by the Great Emperor Yuanyang. The name cannot be changed."
The middle-aged man didn't seem to be in a hurry to do it, smiled faintly, and said: "Zhou is very curious, what makes you courageous, dare to spread the law in Haizhou..."
Over 700 years of change, the new practice has long been spread throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty, and people from the other two great dynasties and even other continents have come to seek the truth.
Until now, he can't remember how long it has been since "Jing Yesi" received a similar case.
"The side door?!"
The big guy with a beard sank, before speaking, a calm voice with a faint anger sounded in the ears of the two of them.
Hearing this, the expressions of both of them changed. The face of the big-bearded man was happy, but Zhou Yuan's expression sank, looking in the direction of the sound with fear.
clatter!
Da da!
Slight and rhythmic footsteps sounded like drums.
The person at the head was an old Taoist man who had a great repair and was quite immortal. Behind him, two rows of people lined up one by one and swept across, no less than twenty.
So many people appeared abruptly in the sky like a ghost, and the formation used by "Jing Ye Si" to monitor Haizhou was not touched in the slightest.
Boom!
Boom!
Stepping like a drum, the sound of footsteps blasted in his mind.
"you guys......"
Zhou Yuan's pupils shrank, and there was a huge wave in his heart: "Daomen!"
Daomen!
Under the emperor, there is, and the only one, the ancestors who dared to take the name of Tao for ever since ancient times, and that day was the only ancestral court of Taoism.
Dongsheng, Daomen!
The name of the person, the shadow of the tree.
Dongsheng Daomen is an insurmountable mountain for any practitioner.
According to legend, even the Brahma Sage had just opened up Mount Xumi after discussing the Tao with the Nine Great Dao Zun.
Daomen is the oldest and first sect!
"But I didn't live in the world for 30,000 years, but I didn't want to. My Taoism has become a'side gate' here in Nanzhan. I am really ashamed of the ancestors of my Taoism."
Thousands of miles away, the old Taoist stopped, holding a three-foot white beard in one hand and the floating dust in the other, sighing slightly, seemingly sentimental.
"The Patriarch, the disciples are incompetent!"
The old Dao sighed, but dozens of people behind him changed in color.
Thirty thousand years? !
Zhou Yuan was shocked.
Although the cultivator has a certain degree of advantage compared to the old one, it is only limited to the same level.
With his three-fold cultivation base, he can move forward and retreat freely when facing the monks below the sixth level of the golden core, and he may not be able to walk away from the big monks above the sixth level.
The golden pill lives long, but no matter how long it is, it will never live for 30,000 years!
This old Taoist priest, I am afraid he is already a great cultivator above the soul, maybe only a ‘shenzhen’ strong person who has cultivated to a ‘god’ above ten levels can handle it, right?
"Those who don't know the Great Way, Patriarch, why be angry?"
Zhou Yuan trembled.
A hand didn't know where it came from. As soon as it appeared, it was covered by his own heavenly spirit, and the terrifying power instantly spread all over his body.
Like a chicken, he lifted himself up.
"you!"
Zhou Yuan was frightened, and barely raised his head, but it was a young man carrying a swordsman. This spirit was fierce, and the void seemed to be split wherever he went, unable to heal for a long time.
This clearly means that the magical powers of kendo have been cultivated to the point of being superb!
"Aren't you curious, why there is no response to the formation your'Jing Yesi' deployed?"
The young Taoist looked at Zhou Yuan with a smile but a smile, but his eyes were full of indifference and undisguised jokes: "Because of the formation of the world, it all comes from the Taoist school..."
He said, but he kept walking under his feet, holding Zhou Yuan in front of Lao Dao, and knelt down: "Yijianmen, Mengtong, pay homage to Patriarch!"
"Yijianmen..."
The old way seems a little confused.
Behind him, a Taoist person explained: "Meng Bufan, who was born out of Ten Thousand Sword Sects, is one of the sects that you opened, the disciple who opened the school back then..."
"Incomplete inheritance, but you can also cultivate into the soul, which shows that you have a good talent."
The old man nodded and said lightly: "If you do this, you will be able to reinstate you into the door wall."
Meng Tong looked happy, knocked on his head nine times, got up, and walked into the queue behind the old Dao.
‘Behind this old Dao, are all the great primordial monks? ’
Zhou Yuan's heart was shaken.
"You guessed it right, and you guessed it wrong. Although they have the cultivation of the soul, this level of cultivation is far from a ‘big’ character."
The old way's tone was flat, but under his watch, Zhou Yuan's body couldn't stop trembling:
"Little Taoist friend, you said that the Fa is a side door, but I don't know which one taught you to say it?"
"I......"
Zhou Yuan's voice was hoarse, but he gritted his teeth suddenly: "I said it, so what?"
"Ha ha."
Lao Dao smiled blankly and shook his head: "Your cultivation level is not high, and you are not very courageous. On your own, how dare to insult my Dao Sect?"
The old Dao shook his head, and the expressions of the crowd behind him became cold. Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes without saying a word.
The old Dao didn't care, and asked casually: "How much do you know about this so-called'refining the shishi'?"
"Return to Patriarch."
Meng Tong bowed and responded: "This so-called'refining the priest' can be traced back to the ceremonial ceremony eight hundred years ago. The contemporary emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Long Xingyi, was in control, and he did not know which evil was bewitched and began to implement the new law. ......"
"... Seven hundred years ago, the'Qi Dao' was officially spread, and soon spread throughout the Great Zhou. It was divided into three realms of'refining, refining the Qi, and refining the gods'. There is a name called "Huanxu"..."
Meng Tong's words are concise and concise, explaining the origin of the'Xiao Dao' one by one.
"That's not bad, it's a pity that you didn't find the most core thing in this Dao..."
Lao Dao nodded first, but sighed again:
"If it weren't for that...I won't wait for many years, so that this evil way began to prevail in the world, causing such a big disaster...
If this law is allowed to prevail all over the world, I am afraid it will be the curse of my Dao Sect! "
"what?"
Meng Tong looked up blankly, not knowing the core of what the ancestor said, and even more amazed at the meaning of his words.
The rest of the Taoists were also shocked, and a middle-aged Taoist aunt couldn't help but say: "It's just a new evil law, why would the Patriarch..."
"The so-called ‘refining’, ‘refining qi’, ‘refining god’, and ‘returning the emptiness’ in this method are not a concern, and many supernatural powers are nothing. But the root of this method lies in ‘receiving the 箓’!"
At this point, the gaze of the old Dao looking into the distance has become deep as a sea, more like an endless undercurrent surging in it:
"The practice of all dharmas, UU reading www.uukanshu.com all want to'receive the urn in the emperor's heaven,' but this method is ‘receive the urn in Yuanyang’!"
boom!
Thunder seemed to rise on the ground.
"how come?"
"How can it be?!"
The world was in silence, and the Taoists finally changed their expressions and realized the horror contained in it.
In the practice of all dharmas, whether gods or demons or Buddhas, or demons, there may be oppositions or conflicts, but there is one thing in it, and it must be the same.
That's the emperor's receiving urn!
"This method implies Taoism and Buddhism, and once deceived me. If you don't come here in person, I'm afraid there will be catastrophe..."
The veteran stood with his hands, and his breath changed accordingly.
In a trance, the Taoists felt that the Taoists in front of them were infinitely ascending, in the blink of an eye, they were as high as the heavens and the earth.
"All the evils in the world are headed against the sky! But those who step on this path will never be superbearing!"
boom!
With a word, the world will follow.
Thousands of miles of wind and clouds gathered, the sky was shaking and the earth was shaking, and the hurricane covered the sky with sand and gravel.
Thousands of miles of thunderclouds rolled in. The North Sea in the far distance was originally calm, but suddenly became angry, and set off waves of terror that connected heaven and earth.
Hum~
In the land of the North Sea, and even more distant places, the city after the impact of this breath, burst out the light of the formation.
Countless people raised their heads in amazement, only to see the sky like the sea, and the waves rolling in the thunder sea, as if God was angry.
In the next instant, the world will be destroyed.
"Dharma."
In the fierce wind, Yang Jian slashed and looked at Gautama:
"Should you try to persuade the old man to stop?"
call!
Yang Jian was joking, he didn't think of any response, but he didn't want the little nephew who was so awkward in his eyes, but he nodded.
"it is good!"
