Zhang Jun was stunned and seemed to understand. He knew that this senior had a great moral character, so he bowed his head and said, "Senior, I encountered something strange today, and I would like to ask for your advice."
So, he told the story about entering the illusion, but did not mention Mao Xianjun.
When the great Bodhisattva heard this, his expression suddenly became solemn. He put down the chess piece, as if recalling something, and after a long time he said: "That's it, Maoshan is the Shangqing Zongtan, and you are entering Shangqing Mountain."
"Could Shangqing Mountain really be an illusion?" Zhang Jun asked.
The great Bodhisattva glanced at him and asked, "Is the chess game in front of me real or an illusion?"
King Xie Tian interjected: "Of course it is true."
Zhang Jun was silent, and he couldn't answer this question. Is it true? Or false? He has a Buddha's eye. Occasionally, he can see the bizarre side of the world, which is actually both real and illusory.
What is this world like? Is the Shangqing Mountain he once entered real or illusory?
The Great Bodhisattva sighed and said, "Like you, I can't answer this question. However, I know that there is indeed Shangqing Mountain in this world, which is a spiritual realm that has been passed down for thousands of years."
Everyone was surprised. A spiritual field that has been passed down for thousands of years? Such a inheritance is really terrifying. The foundation must be astonishingly deep!
The greedy monk had been silent all this time, but then he suddenly recited a scripture: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are all empty and endure all the suffering. The relics are not different in color from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color.
Form is empty, and emptiness is color. Feelings, thoughts, and awareness are also like this. Relics, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, nor stained nor pure..."
Everyone was touched when they heard him reciting sutras, and Zhang Jun quickly fell into concentration. The sutras were clear and low, and everyone was deducing their own way in their hearts.
He didn't know who woke up in the middle of the night. When he woke up, it was already the morning sun rising the next day. Everyone had left, and he was the only one sitting in the hall.
At this time, Nangong Zi came, with a solemn appearance, and he actually broke through again and entered the ninth level of true power. Zhang Jun was happy in his heart. Bai Yujing was also at the ninth level of true power. With these two people around, he gained a lot of confidence.
"Congratulations." he said.
Nangong Zi smiled faintly: "I took a magic pill yesterday, otherwise I would have to wait for a while."
Zhang Jun was grateful. He knew that Nangong Zi wanted to help him, otherwise he would not be promoted at this juncture.
Nangong Zi sat down opposite, and suddenly said something that surprised Zhang Jun: "You should practice double cultivation with Xiao Longnu. Her half-step magical power is very powerful, and her physical body can be sanctified, which will be of great help to you."
Zhang Jun blushed and said, "Nangong, what nonsense are you talking about? How old is she?"
"You're not young anymore. You look young, but you're actually in your twenties." Nangong Zi smiled and said, "If you're embarrassed, I'll tell you."
Zhang Jun laughed dryly and quickly changed the subject, saying: "Who taught you the great power of Taiyi? I once heard Lu Kongkong say that this great power of Taiyi seems to be related to a mysterious family."
Nangong Zi's expression darkened and she said, "He is right, Taiyi's great power comes from the Qi family." After saying that, she slowly told the old story.
It turns out that Nangong Zi's mother's name is Nangong Hanxiang, and she is a rising star of the Nangong family, a martial arts family in the south of the Yangtze River. Eighteen-year-old Nangong Hanxiang met a prodigy from the Qi family, Qi Tian.
The Qitian Pill became a first-grade one. When he was sixteen, he held the pill, when he was eighteen, his Gang Qi was perfect, and when he was twenty, he felt empty. It was at the age of twenty that he fell in love with Nangong Hanxiang, and then killed her.
"My mother died not long after I was born." Nangong Zi's expression was extremely cold, "He pursued his way, so he killed his wife to prove it."
Zhang Jun felt a chill running down his back. Killing his wife to prove the truth? There is such a person in the world!
"He succeeded. After the age of twenty, his journey was smooth, and he finally achieved half-step supernatural power." Nangong Zi said with a numb expression, "It has been more than thirty years, and he is now in his fifties, so he may have reached the realm of supernatural power."
Zhang Jun didn't know how to comfort her. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
Nangong Zi looked at him: "You don't need to comfort me. When I heard this story from my grandfather, I decided to come to the house one day to unite the family and kill my father to become a Taoist priest."
Zhang Jun was shocked and said: "You want to kill him?"
"If he can kill his wife, I can kill my father." Nangong Zi said coldly.
Zhang Jun could only smile bitterly. He knew that this kind of hatred was too heavy and could not be relieved by others. However, he also knew that if Nangong Zi could let go, his soul would surely sublimate and reap huge benefits.
While the two were talking, Chu Chu and Dongdong each ran over with a Taolin Sword, gesticulating excitedly.
Zhang Jun didn't pay attention at first, but when he glanced at the peach wood sword, he was shocked. He found that he couldn't even see through the two peach wood swords!
"Chu Chu, show dad the sword." Zhang Jun smiled and stretched out his hand.
Chu Chu was very obedient and ran over obediently. She said "Okay" and handed the sword to Zhang Jun.
Holding the sword in his hand, Zhang Jun felt that there were three surging powers in the sword. With the sword in his hand, he had a feeling that as long as he slashed with one sword, even if there was a mountain on the opposite side, he could level it with one sword.
He asked for a second peach wood sword from Dongdong, and suddenly had the same feeling. He immediately asked: "Chu Chu, where did you get the sword?"
"This is a gift from my uncle," Chu Chu said, blinking her big eyes.
Zhang Jun frowned: "Which uncle, where is he?"
"At the back of the palace, he is playing with his younger brother." Chu Chu said.
Zhang Jun's hair suddenly exploded. These two swords were of great importance. The owner of the sword must not be a husband. Who is he? What are you doing in Longhu Mountain? Why do you want to hug Zhang Ping?
Nangong Zi and him moved at the same time, like two lights and shadows, they passed through the main hall and came to the back of the hall in an instant.
A middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with a vicissitudes of life on his face, gray temples and clear eyes, was holding Zhang Ping. The little boy was very happy, with a smile on his face.
Seeing his father coming, he shouted: "Dad, dad!"
The middle-aged man put him down and he immediately ran over.
Zhang Jun asked Nangong Zi to hold his son and asked coldly: "Friend, you are very unfamiliar."
The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Yes, we have never met. My surname is Li."
Zhang Jun looked at the other person, and after scanning with his eyes, he found that the other person's position was empty, and there was no one there. His heart sank, and he said: "Senior Li, what advice can you give me when you come to Longhu Mountain?"
"I was just passing by." He still smiled, "I saw two old friends here, so I deliberately came over to take a look. I didn't expect to meet a peerless genius with an innate ability to hold elixirs."
From behind, Uncle Wu and Sun Ma came slowly. When they saw the middle-aged man, their expressions were very cold.
Wu Bodao: "Li Daojun, if you don't enjoy yourself in the small world of Xuanhuang, what are you doing here in this mortal world?"
The middle-aged man smiled "hehe": "Wu Huazi, Sun Jiuniang, you have chased me for three lifetimes, you are so thoughtful."
Sun Ma said calmly: "Don't worry about our affairs. Mr. Dao, could it be that you have fallen in love with this child?"
The middle-aged man nodded: "If my innate Wuji Dao can be passed on to him, it will surely be carried forward."
"No!" Zhang Jun refused without waiting for him to finish, "My son will not accept anyone as his teacher!"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I won't force you. However, if you let him come with me, this boy will have the chance to achieve great enlightenment. Those two peach wood swords were made by me in my spare time and given to you for protection."
body."
Zhang Jun was shocked, he knew that gods and men have returned to their true state, manifested the sage, Daluo, and Hunyuan. Daluo Daoguo is naturally the Daluo magical power state!
He looked at Uncle Wu and Ma Sun. They were silent and expressionless, with no intention of giving any advice.
At this moment, a skinny old man appeared, it was Mao Xianjun, the fortune teller in Maoshan. He walked slowly out from the back of the hall, holding a flag in his arms with the words "Fortune and Fortune Telling" written on it.
Words. His eyes were cloudy, his teeth were almost gone, and his face was covered with wrinkles.
His appearance made the middle-aged man sigh and said, "Mr. Mao, you won't steal my disciple from me, will you? Your Shangqing Big Cave Scripture seems not suitable for him."
The old Taoist grinned and said: "It's strange! The four of us have rarely seen each other for decades, but today we actually met."
Seeing that he didn't answer, the middle-aged man seemed very distressed. He waved his sleeves and said, "Mr. Mao, I must accept this apprentice. You can clear the way."
"You should know that today is the day when Longhu Mountain reopens its gates." The old Taoist said, his voice was not loud and sounded a little hoarse, but everyone could hear it clearly.
The middle-aged man fell silent and sighed again. He had not sighed for many years, but he sighed twice today. This was the first time this happened.
He said helplessly: "I know you want to drag me into trouble, but Longhushan ordered all parties to kill gods and demons, and offended too many people. Even if you and I stand together, we may not be able to stop them from killing them."
But the old Taoist stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky and said: "I didn't let you go into the water. You are just a spectator. Someone else will act in this drama."
The middle-aged man seemed to remember something and looked shocked: "Is he actually going to show up too?"
After saying that, he smiled again and said, "In that case, I'll stay and take a look at the excitement."
Zhang Jun frowned. He couldn't understand what the two men were talking about, but he knew that the matter seemed to be related to his son. He repeated in a deep voice: "Two seniors, my son will not accept anyone as his teacher."
"The child is still with you." The old Taoist said, "You only need to spend a few hours every day to practice in his little black world. There is no need to take the child away. I never like to meddle in other people's business, but he
With such a good qualification, Xiantian Wuji Dao really fits perfectly with it, and it would be a pity to miss it."
As soon as Zhang Jun heard that the child did not have to leave his side, he immediately felt relieved. At the same time, he thought of what happened to Shangqing Mountain and asked, "Just to attract the soul?"
The old Taoist smiled and nodded: "You have been grafted with Buddhist celestial vision, and you are considered a person with half-step supernatural powers. Therefore, you accidentally set foot on my Qingshan Mountain and scared many disciples. Yes, you are just attracting the soul, nothing more."
Zhang Jun thought about it. It was not a bad thing for his son to have an expert as his teacher. He was a decisive person. He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I agree!"