Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-fifth The Remnant Road Only Says For Longevity
"Cultivation is no longer a secret?"
Walking on the bustling streets, listening to the sounds coming from all over Chang'an, Chen Cuo felt as if he was in another world.
He actually heard that many people in various parts of the city were talking about the monks, their magical powers, and the legends of fighting. He also heard that there were many cultivators sitting in teahouses and taverns, blocking the faces of ordinary people.
Then they talked about strange things in the world of spiritual practice.
Turning his eyes, Chen Cuo discovered ripples of supernatural powers, brilliance of magic weapons, and afterglow of spells in several places in Chang'an City!
He opened his palms, and a purple star shone, and the stars gathered together and pointed in one direction.
Chen Cuo raised his feet and moved forward.
"Times have changed." Next to her, Ting Yi, who looked like a girl, was holding a sugar-coated haws in her hand, following step by step, "In the beginning, the Lu family used Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty as a chess piece to make him embark on the path of the divine dynasty. Although he fell short in the end, he
It also made Yang Jian aware of the benefits of magical powers, especially..."
She glanced at Chen Cuo and chuckled: "In the battle of Chang'an, Yang Jian knew that there was a person like you who was comparable to the Lu family, so how could he ignore it? Of course he wanted to show something. Your Taihua Mountain ceremony was made by
This is where it comes from. What is good from above will surely be much worse below. Over time, the theory of supernatural powers will of course spread throughout the world."
As he spoke, Tingyi pointed to the imperial city in the distance.
"Furthermore, the royal family of the Tang Dynasty is not only close to your Taihua Mountain, but also has a connection with Buddhism. Even the underworld looks down upon them. The Li family is also broad-minded. I can't help but have magical powers. Of course, everything in Chang'an is
It can be said."
Chen Cuo asked, "You really can't help it?"
Tingyi smiled and replied: "At least, there is no ban at the moment."
Chen Cuo nodded and stepped forward, his eyes flashing with various lights, as if he had traveled through the long river of time and watched many changes.
He had seen many of the scenery along the way forty years ago.
"I see."
After a few breaths, he suddenly realized.
"In the first battle, the entire city was affected and almost half destroyed. The people in the city were also affected and left a mark on their hearts. Not only Yang Jian, but also the people in the city. In the past forty years, they
Proliferation, migration, and immigration gradually filled all parts of the world, and naturally brought the imprint of magical powers everywhere. However, behind this, there is obviously the shadow of artificial promotion, because the speed of evolution is a bit too fast."
"Is there someone pushing the theory of supernatural power to spread?" Tingyi swallowed the candied haws in her mouth, "Everyone in the world has nothing to gain. If someone is pushing it behind the scenes, what is their purpose?"
"Plot?"
For some reason, in Chen Cuo's mind, he recalled the scene where he first woke up and met the Taoist Half-hearted Master, and spread the "Painted Skin" article in order to get the Ming Ming Pill.
"Human hope can be used as an introduction to medicine, and legends and stories may not be used as ladders. The answer should be hidden in Chang'an, because everything in the past forty years can be traced back to this!"
As he spoke, the purple light in Chen Cuo's hand shook violently, his expression changed slightly, his body swayed, and he disappeared from the spot.
Seeing this, Ting Yi first turned around and glanced at the sky, then withdrew his gaze and followed him.
There was a flash of light and shadow, and the two of them appeared in front of a Taoist temple.
Tingyi raised his head and looked at the door plaque, his expression changed.
"Juxian Temple."
She looked at Chen Cuo and whispered: "The word 'gather' has a different weight now."
"Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't be here." Chen Cuo said, raised his finger and wrote the word "Jue" in the air.
This word is 10%, which isolates the inside and outside.
A faint radiance enveloped him and Tingyi.
After doing this, Chen Cuo Shi Shiran walked in. With a glance, he saw a floating glow on the top of the main hall, which seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and could not spread out.
"Compared to Buddhist temples, Taoist temples are much simpler."
After a few steps, he arrived in front of the main hall.
There were several Taoist boys patrolling and guarding along the way, but they turned a blind eye to the arrival of Chen Cuo and the other two, and allowed them to go straight into the main hall.
There was a lot of commotion in the hall, and many people had gathered, dressed in different styles, some were dressed as Confucian scholars, some looked like Taoist priests, some were wearing samurai daggers, and some were holding hammers as if they were blacksmiths.
Some even have fleshy faces and fat bodies.
Chen Cuo looked around and saw that each of these people had a good level of cultivation, and the leading ones were of high moral character, vaguely touching the threshold of immortality!
But the strange thing is that almost all these people are criticizing and scolding each other.
"Although the so-called Confucian way has been spread all over the world, it is limited to words and relies on people in temples. How can it be regarded as the most accurate way in the world? You actually want us to help you to get to the top of the list?
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"Confucianism does not count, and martial arts does not count! When you were young, you were competitive, and when you were old, you were sick and sick, and some of your bodies died in the middle. How can you be considered to be of the highest rank?"
"Both of you, please stop arguing. Confucianism is biased toward literature and martial arts is biased toward extremes. On the other hand, our method of rescuing people, curing illnesses, and prolonging life is no less profound than the Waidan method among other monks.
one!"
"No! The way of separation that I practice is rooted in the seven emotions and six desires, and can reveal the true nature of the soul. According to the records of my master, there were ancestors who used it to achieve immortality! Such a rudimentary... accurate way is worthy of the name of the top grade!"
"It's nonsense! The seven emotions and six desires, the five aggregates and the six thieves are all wrong! If you practice deeply and the human heart is controlled by emotions, you will become a fanatic and a lunatic! That's why you, the Xianhua Sect's successive sect leaders, are all deviants in the end.
Disciple! Looking back at our Supreme Way, we must put aside the seven emotions and six desires and cultivate with one mind, only then can we reach the palace of immortality!"
"Fart! What are you waiting for to get rid of the seven emotions and six desires! It's obviously just a sword that takes the wrong direction and makes a good person develop extreme thoughts!"
"Filthy words are unacceptable!"
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As he talked, most of the people in the hall became angry and tense, as if a fierce battle was about to break out at any time!
When Tingyi saw the people in this room, he couldn't help but marveled, saying: "The people in this room are comparable to the weakest two among the eight sects, but they all have unique skills.
The descendants of a certain incomplete way, why are they gathered here?"
As she spoke, she squinted slightly and noticed that the purple star in Chen Cuo's palm was actually beating to make up for its rest, and was about to break away from her control, falling towards a person in the corner of the hall.
Chen Cuo closed his palm, held some stars in his hand, and his eyes fell on that person.
This is a middle-aged man with rough skin. Although his face is handsome, it is full of traces of time. He is wearing coarse linen clothes. He stands in the crowd like an old farmer and is difficult to spot.
But his eyes were shining brightly.
"Who is he?" Ting Yi saw this person. After looking at him for a few times, he became suspicious. Then he looked at Chen Cuo and said, "It seems that he has some connection with you."
Before Chen Cuo could speak, a person at the very back of the hall had already spoken: "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment and listen to what I have to say."
The speaker was an old man about fifty years old. Although he looked old, he was energetic, tall and straight, with a general's belly. His whole body exuded the evil aura and majesty of a general on the battlefield!
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone shut their mouths and looked at him.
"Everyone, we are all successors of the Broken Dao. We are gathered here today. Our goal is nothing more than to follow the trend and join the Tang Dynasty. Not only will we make great achievements, but we will also be able to spread our own Dao and truly find opportunities to achieve immortality!
The immortality list is about to be established. If you can be listed among it, you will be able to get what you want!" The old man said with a look of emotion on his face, "If you are inseparable from your ancestral lineage, you will undoubtedly have immortality! We are the ones who are sure.
Taoist preachers have always been discriminated against by various sects and sects, and they all say that we are leaking and short-circuiting, so why should we look down upon each other?"
"Mr. Meng is right!"
"It makes sense! It makes sense!"
"Please also ask Mr. Meng to introduce you to us!"
Everyone agreed, and the tense atmosphere disappeared instantly, appearing to be in a happy mood.
"Longevity List..."
Chen Cuo chewed on these three words, thoughtfully.
"Sure enough, he is a cultivator of the Divine Dynasty's Can Dao!" Ting Yi squinted his eyes, looked at the old man named Meng, and found out the clues, "He gathered these people together for his own practice! He is so scheming, Can Dao
Due to innate deficiencies and not being favored by heaven and earth, practice often yields half the result with half the effort and suffers many disasters. However, if you can turn the room full of crippled Taoist disciples into firewood and food, you can still achieve success by making use of tricks! This is the way of practicing Taoism.
Are all these people so scheming?"
As she was sighing, Meng Gong said again: "Recommendations are of course necessary, but the most important thing at the moment is to rectify the names of each family on the longevity list. As I said, there are thousands of ways to do it.
For the sake of immortality, but not for immortality, everything is in vain. The way of the divine dynasty that I learned was obtained from the great sage of ancient times, the Martial Saint Taigong. When the immortality is established, it should be able to occupy a place, but..."
"Longevity is only incidental to practice, not the purpose of practice."
But at this moment, a voice suddenly jumped out and interrupted Meng Gong's words.
Meng Gong stopped talking, looked over, and then smiled and said: "It turns out that you are a monk in linen. I heard that you studied under Fuyao. Although the rise and fall of the Tao has not been named for a long time, it still has merits. Could it be what I said?
Is there any deviation from the correct path you have cultivated? No problem, just tell me, the purpose of gathering today is to discuss whether there is a path, promote each other, and there are no taboos!"
As he finished speaking, everyone in the hall turned their heads and looked towards the corner.
"I don't dare to say that I'm talking about Taoism, and I don't dare to think that Master Fuyao is my teacher." The man in coarse linen sighed and cupped his hands in front of everyone, "It was just a coincidence that I got some of Master Fuyao's bad moves.
, how dare we pretend to be successors? However, the most important thing for us to practice is to stick to our own way. What Meng Gong said is inconsistent with us. If we echo it for the sake of temporary gain, our Taoism will be contrary to our Taoism, and our Taoism will be damaged.
To express one's voice and express one's thoughts."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from the front.
"Well, a mere scavenger of the new Tao dares to talk about Tao heart. Do you understand what Tao heart is?"
A young man in a moon-white Taoist robe stood up from the front seat, looked at the linen-clad walker, shook his head and sighed, with regret on his face.
