Taoist Chongling picked up his wine glass and toasted to a little pulsating rookie with his current status in the realm of Tongxuan. This was a bit incredible; but this is cultivation. If it is beneficial to his path, why not toast to a mortal?
The respect is more sincere.
"The first cup is for you to relieve my worries in Fufeng City! It's true that Lao Meng killed someone, and those four rich men deserved their punishment. If I can't see clearly the joints, what's the use of practicing Taoism for decades?
In order to build embankments and benefit the people, I cannot announce the truth; for the sake of conscience, I cannot turn a blind eye! At this point, without your intervention, I can only plant the means for that Wang family son when I leave...
It's selfish and harmful to others, and it's against morality! But you can help me solve all this!"
After finishing the drink, he poured another cup for himself, picked it up and continued: "The second cup is for Liupanshui City! If I can't handle this issue cleanly, there will be no hope of mysticism. If it really causes the water monster to massacre the city, what will happen in my mind?" I will never pass this level!
I worry too much, but you dare to act boldly. Let’s not talk about whether the process was too reckless and lack of consideration. Was it too wise as a fool? Or was it impulsive and reckless? But the result is there. You saved the whole city of Liupan, and so did I. one of them!"
He drank it all in one gulp and filled another cup, "This third cup, I have been helped twice by you in more than ten days since I returned. As long as you really talk to me, I can't refuse! The Taoist is not a man, he is even better." If a true man fails to repay kindness, his personal ethics will suffer!
That's why I arrange for you to have contact with Xiaosong Jiyue every day, hoping to use their hands to let you go, so that I won't have to bear the main responsibility. I admit that in these ten days, my days have been like years!
But you never mentioned it, you fulfilled us, but we..."
After drinking three cups of Chongling, he laughed mischievously and said, "If you had better qualifications, depending on your character, you would have achieved some success on the road. What a pity, what a pity!"
The depression in his chest dissipated, Taoist Chongling fluttered his sleeves and walked away; until he walked out of the building, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: After all the words, this person still didn't ask him for help!
Are you a fool? In fact, you have misjudged the wrong person?
... Chong Ling did not misjudge the person. Hou Zi was very clear about the purpose of this Taoist. In fact, it meant that he was now a Tongxuan master and had certain powers to help him. As long as he opened his mouth, there must be some way, at least not die?
But this is not what he wants! For a person who follows the law, right is right and wrong is wrong. He needs to pay the price for killing, otherwise he will not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart.
It's a bit too noble to say this. The real reason is that Chong Ling's help now is just to help him escape the punishment of death, but his real problem is not life and death, but that life is worse than death!
What's the point of living? Still so hopeless and accomplishing nothing? If he is willing to live that kind of ordinary life, why would he push himself to this point? He has already arranged an escape route, and as for being unable to help himself like now?
This Taoist is very interesting. He finally sees clearly what a practitioner is and what a Taoist is! After an impassioned speech, when you think that the Taoist is going to hurt you, the Taoist says: I feel relieved, you can go and die. !
A very strange feeling, I can't explain it. Is this the Tao?
If you raise a glass and pour yourself a drink, you will either become a dead man or completely change your life!
...On the second day, all the monks in the Taoist temple were taken to a strange place. They were all unfamiliar with gods, so they didn't know whether this was a palace? Or a Taoist altar?
Anyway, it is a very spacious square, surrounded by green pines and green pines. There is only a huge altar in the center of the square. The altar has three floors, made of white jade, with a simple shape and a solemn and orderly shape.
What was different from Hou Zi's imagination was that the sacrifices stood at the highest point on the third floor of the altar, while the officiating priests stood under the altar.
A total of nineteen sacrifices, including him and the bouldering old man, were standing at different positions on the three-story altar. They seemed chaotic, but in fact it was just that he had too little experience to see the key points.
Not long after he stood in his position, he felt as if there was a force restraining him and preventing him from moving freely; this was not surprising, after all, in the face of life and death, no one could guarantee whether he would lose his composure in the end and embarrass everyone.
Turning his gaze to the audience, dozens of Taoists were standing in silence. Among them was Taoist Chongling, who was standing at the farthest place and probably the place with the lowest status.
The whole square was silent. Whether those who were offering sacrifices or those who were observing the sacrifices, they were all consciously or unconsciously captured by the momentum in this atmosphere. It was an indescribable thing, a surrender to some great power.
; In his current state, he was not qualified to feel such an atmosphere, but here, in such an environment, he felt it.
He began to truly believe that there were gods in the dark, overlooking all living beings in places he couldn't see.
He began to think seriously, where would he sacrifice his divinely-given spiritual opportunity? Is it really dedicated to the gods? Or should it be returned to nature? Or be intercepted by Taoist tricks?
Is there really life and death? How to die? Will there be an afterlife?
As a law enforcer who is used to seeing criminals obeying the law, he never thought that he would have such a day?
The only difference is that the guillotine has become an altar, and the ghost head knife has been replaced with a spiritual root?
At this moment, he began to reflect on whether what he had done was worthwhile? Was it worth it?
According to his design, if you want to realize your ambition, you must have strength. If you want to have strength, you must practice. If you want to practice, you cannot be so stubborn. If the spiritual inspiration he feels cannot help him practice, then he needs to change his spiritual root.
To use spiritual roots, you must first remove the old spiritual roots...
If he can't do it himself, he can only let Taoist help him do it!
This is a big gamble, even if the chance is slim, it is better than a mediocre life.
... It was noon, when the Yang Qi was at its strongest, and everyone's eyes were filled with flowers. A Taoist priest with a high crown suddenly appeared in front of the altar, as if he had been standing in that place. This was probably Zhenren Xiao who was presiding over the prayer.
Already?
Everyone saluted one after another, and Master Xiao stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the sky, not knowing what opportunity he was waiting for?
After a while, the auspicious moment had arrived. Master Xiao raised his hands slightly and made various complicated handprints. Following his movements, the entire altar began to buzz. At the same time, a fluctuating voice came out of his mouth,
"...the nameless things begin, the Tao and the hundred spirits begin. Ji Jue takes advantage of the elixir energy, Xuan Ming rises to the void. The Three Elements follow the establishment of festivals, and the Eight Scenes drive back to the public. The red phoenix comes to hold the seal, and the blue bird comes to present the book. A bad opportunity still becomes an opportunity.
, a dead fish becomes a fish again. Qixin Bathing House, Xinglezhiyunxu..."
