"Do you have to choose one?"
"You have to choose."
"Does this chosen person want to be in charge of the soul flag?"
This question really caught Taiyi off guard.
Follow the sound.
When I saw Tu Shanjun's meaningful smile, those calm eyes seemed to suddenly gain a lot of color.
Taiyi did not answer, but thought about it seriously before speaking: "My junior brother and I have been wandering around for hundreds of years. It is not easy to build our current foundation and leave behind the inheritance of the Taoism. I am satisfied. If the descendants of the future generation cannot use it, I am satisfied."
"Junior brother, please make your own decision." He sighed and said, "By then, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."
"Even if you meet a former disciple of Taiyi Shengxian Sect, your junior brother's identity will be true."
Taiyi said firmly: "This is the orthodox decision that I will burn my watch and write a jade imperial edict in my name. No one can change my junior brother's identity."
Back then, the sect suffered a major upheaval, and many senior brothers and sisters were dispersed. He crossed over to the Xiaohuang Territory to recuperate and never received any contact. This does not mean that no one survived.
He did not believe that so many powerful monks in the sect would not survive. It might have been a disaster for him at that time, but there should still be survivors.
Tu Shanjun was dumbfounded. He didn't care about his identity. He was actually considering another more practical and important issue.
"Senior brother should know."
"Holding the banner of the revered soul, the body will enter the banner after death." Tu Shanjun looked at the door of the main hall. The wind blew the green grass like kelp, and the landscape was like a picture scroll made of random splashes of ink. He continued calmly: "I want to get rid of this.
Due to fate, the only effective way is to design and destroy the spiritual treasure before you die."
Taiyi lowered his head for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Tushanjun. His embarrassment was mixed with deep helplessness, and he whispered: "They won't do this."
Of course they won't.
The implication is that Taiyi himself would not do this.
"Senior brother, don't you understand what I mean?"
"This is for me to choose...
"Who lives and who dies."
“‘Who’ should I choose? Who lives, who dies?”
Taiyi laughed, looked straight at Tushanjun, and suddenly laughed again: "Junior brother, you must take yourself too seriously." Taiyi pursed his lips and said nothing. At this time, he saw familiarity from Tushanjun.
However, Tushanjun should not blame himself.
"It's not your fault that someone died."
"Just like me."
"Without Junior Brother, I would still be able to cross the stars."
"I don't know what junior brother has experienced. I believe that it is not your fault. You should take yourself out. When you take yourself out, will you still be upset about the regrets you have had?"
"Still think it was your fault?"
Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with light, and his boy's eyes narrowed slightly.
The light flashed and turned into calm.
"We all carry a variety of things and struggle with them."
"However, not all struggles can have the best result, not all lives can follow your and my wishes, and not all deaths are expected by the world."
"Who in this world can avoid death?"
Tushanjun lowered his head and said nothing.
Taiyi picked up the tea on the table and said: "Practice is not a goal, but a means to achieve various 'dreams'."
I thought I could convince Tu Shanjun.
Who would have guessed.
As soon as I turned my head, I saw Tushanjun leaning against the seat.
She was picking up the wine gourd hanging around her waist. When she saw his eyes focused on her, she waved her sleeves and held it up, shaking the plain gourd, as if to ask Taiyi again if he wanted to drink.
Taiyi waved his hand.
He understood.
How can a monk who can cultivate the Nascent Soul be shaken by a few words?
Not to mention Nascent Soul, the same is true for those Jindan Daoist people.
If you talk about it sincerely, you will be moved. After you are moved, you will not have to do anything else. It is obviously unrealistic to try to use a few words to make a person make any important decision for himself.
"OK."
"No choice."
"Don't choose?"
"No choice."
"The sect leader will be appointed by me personally."
"who?"
"Yu Long."
Tu Shanjun was stunned for a moment, then hung the gourd on the belt buckle around his waist: "I think we should ask the two of them for their opinions." Then he said: "After all, we should give the younger generation a choice.
How do you say it, 'respect', yes, it means respect, respect for others."
Seeing Taiyi's slightly surprised look, Tu Shanjun seemed to understand Taiyi's hidden meaning.
'Do parents particularly respect their children's wishes? Will a master respect his disciples?' Tu Shanjun doesn't know how others behave, but he must respect it. However, after all, this is the world of cultivation, even for secular mortals, it seems that unless their children have
You have great potential, otherwise you wouldn't be too 'respectful'.
Tu Shanjun didn't want to interfere at first, but after thinking about it he finally said, "It's time to ask both of them about their choices."
They two old guys can't make the decision without permission. If someone wants to be a sect leader or someone doesn't want to be a sect leader, and they appoint the wrong person, wouldn't it be necessary to embarrass him?
When the time comes, Taiyi will let go, and Tushanjun will have to take care of it in the end.
Get up.
After taking a step, Tushanjun stopped slightly, turned his head and asked, "Is there really no cure?"
"Medicine heals the living, how to save the dead."
"If you want to survive, I'm afraid the only thing you need is the legendary miracle medicine."
"Magic medicine, living dead, flesh and bones. Just think about it, I have never seen this thing before." Taiyi seemed to be in a good mood, and could still laugh, and his smile was very bright, and he was not worried about his own time.
Not much and sad and worried.
"I see."
"The evil spirit of the Ghost Sea is about to be exhausted. My formations have been having problems recently. I don't know if there is an internal problem in the Ghost Sea or someone has damaged it. It must be repaired."
After all, Qianyuan is also a large enclave, and it was once the territory where Taiyi Sect was founded. Now it is even more important. In addition, the land of Jin'ao can also be used as a horn, reaching the East China Sea and suppressing the expansion of Wanfa Sect.
Such an important territory should not be given up easily. Over the years, Wanfa Sect has always wanted Taiyi Sect to give up these two places so that they can stretch their muscles, but Taiyi has never let go.
One is that Wanfa Sect really has no conditions to impress him, and the other is that this place can control the East China Sea.
Otherwise, they would have been packaged and sold to Wanfa Sect long ago.
"good."
"How is Donghai-kun doing?"
"Alright."
"The Lord of the East China Sea has expired, and he will surely perish once he leaves the Wuangui Ruins. But he can still maintain his true form while he is in it. In another sixty years, if he absorbs the yin and yang gods of the Lord of the East China Sea, he should be able to advance the soul banner to the next level.
Taoist soldiers." Tushanjun clicked his tongue and marveled that the space opened up could actually have such an effect.
As long as the Yins who are included cannot tear open the seal, they will be slowly eroded until they completely become soul flags.
However, if Lord Donghai’s Yin Shen Yang Shen dies, even if the Soul Banner is promoted, it will also lose the help of a respected person. This is indeed a pity.
However, how can everything be perfect? Only by giving up can you gain.
It's not like Tu Shanjun has never thought about using Wu'an Guixu to preserve the sanity of the Yin God. Maybe there is a flaw. The sanity of the Yin Soul included in it does exist, but it will gradually be eroded to nothing.
To say that it is similar to the Blessed Land Cave Heaven, it is better to say that it is more like a supernatural power technique that seals other objects. After all, it can only store and seal living creatures, and does not have the aura used by monks.
Sure enough, a magic weapon is a magic weapon. Most of the magical powers are possessed by ordinary magic weapons, and there is nothing too unusual about them.
…
The Jade Palace is particularly lively today.
The master has not called his disciples together for a long time.
Such a rare opportunity coincided with the fact that the sect's affairs were in order and there was no need to take charge, so Yu Long came in person.
Those who could sit in the hall were all direct disciples. In his impression, the master had not recruited any more named disciples except when he was young.
That is, the first three senior brothers.
Yu Long, who was dressed in a gold and jade fire robe, had already grown up and turned into a graceful young man. His appearance was undoubtedly extremely handsome, and every move he made was elegant and heroic. The gentleness and majesty of his descendants were all transformed into a restrained temperament in his every move.
Sitting there cross-legged, it's like a high mountain.
Yu Long raised his head and looked at the senior brothers seated near the front.
Senior Brother Qian Fei, who was very high-spirited back then, looked much older. This was a trace left by the passage of time.
Monks also age, but they age very slowly, and most of the big changes in appearance occur at the end of life. The other two senior brothers are also somewhat similar, senior brother Zhang Dezi has a big belly, and senior brother Xu Zhao looks skinnier.
The only one who looked out of place was an old man in a red robe.
That was indeed an old man.
The pale white hair is mixed with dull gray and a pitiful amount of black. Even if it is tied up, the hanging hair is like a fluffy bead curtain covering the ravines on the face. The gray-white eyebrows hide the eyes deeply.
In the past, I couldn't see the eyes and the twin children because of the light of the oil lamp.
The old man seemed to notice someone looking at him. His thick red robe didn't move at all, and he turned his head sideways.
At this time, Yu Long saw the old man's twin eyes, which were a pair of three-white eyes hanging above. When the man saw that it was him, his eyes gradually fell back, and he nodded like a real old man, revealing
He smiled gently and then nodded, looking particularly kind.
'Senior Brother Qiu, Qiu Wandao!'
Yu Long also nodded.
This is his senior brother, Qiu Wandao.
An old man.
This senior brother is quite legendary.
Jiazi re-cultivated San Gong at an advanced age, and within thirty years he cultivated to the realm of the Golden Core. Later, he became the True Monarch of Nascent Soul. His current cultivation is at the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which is one level higher than him.
I especially remember that when he was young, he listened to Senior Brother Qiu’s lectures.
At that time, everyone was carefree. They only played and practiced every day, and then competed in class to see who had the highest cultivation level. Oh, of course there was one person who looked very gloomy, not just because of his appearance, but because he was
in this way.
That's Brother Wizard.
Now that Brother Wizard's cultivation has reached the middle stage of Yuanying, he may become the first monk in his generation to break through to the late stage of Yuanying.
The banquet reached its climax after Taiyi appeared.
After Taiyi showed concern, the senior brothers and sisters exchanged greetings with each other, and those who brought gifts gave gifts, getting closer to the master, until the sunset, Taiyi put down the kuaizi in his hand, picked up the handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and said seriously
: "I came back to you today for something important."
"Now that the sect has stabilized, it is time to elect the next sect leader."
The whole place was silent and in an uproar.
They didn't expect this to happen.
"Our Taiyi Sect has only been established for two hundred years, and the master is in his prime. How come we have to decide on the candidate for the next sect leader so soon?"
"What senior brother is saying is, is it too early?"
"..."
"I'm old, and the future will eventually belong to you."
Taiyi was pleased and suppressed everyone's questions: "The next sect leader must have a cultivation level above Nascent Soul."
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to look at the two people in the hall.
The two of them had different expressions.
This chapter has been completed!