There is no limit to how many people can hide in the narrow cave. The wet feeling when your skin touches the cave wall is very uncomfortable.
Master Minglong was very thoughtful. Looking back, he felt that the person at the end of the cave must have been waiting here in advance, and was waiting for him.
But he didn't notice anything and just fell into the trap obediently.
Thinking deeply about it at this moment, I can't help but feel chills in my heart.
"What do you want from me, fellow Taoist?"
he asks.
Chen Qingyan stretched out his hand and pointed, and Master Minglong felt that the Qiankun in his sleeves that he had cultivated to the pinnacle was immediately broken. An inconspicuous stone with many spots shot out of his sleeves and fell into the hands of the opponent.
"This is..." Master Minglong looked at the stone and was startled.
"The way to open up the Yin-Yang Road." Chen Qingyan played with the stone, quickly put it away, and smiled at Master Minglong:
"Now that the things are in hand, I'll take you away from Jinjun Mountain."
Before Master Minglong could respond, Chen Qingyan unfolded his sleeves and robes, and Master Minglong suddenly felt a very familiar wave of magic. It was a wave of mana that could only be obtained after cultivating the Qiankun in His Sleeves to a high level.
The Universe in the Sleeve is a technique that almost all monks can practice.
It is also a technique that can be developed to a very high degree and has a wide range of applications.
Most of the storage vessels used by low-level monks are refined using this technique.
The wind bag that Venerable Minglong has always been proud of and made with his own magical power is a proud work made by combining the skills of Qiankun in his sleeves with the art of refining weapons.
I didn't expect to meet a person who is as good as him, and even more accomplished in this technique.
Venerable Minglong was in a state of mind.
Chen Qingyan didn't know what the other party was thinking and didn't care at all.
After gathering up the five people, including Master Minglong, with his sleeves, he walked to the entrance of the cave and looked down. Then, just like when he came, he turned into a beam of light and escaped from the ground.
The entire process did not disturb the tree roots and ghost claws underground at all.
The "Dao Yan Ren Immortal Sutra" is so magical that even if this place is Bai Mei's territory, he can still sneak in without anyone noticing.
If [An] hadn't been hidden too deeply, he wouldn't have to waste all this effort.
Now that you have taken something from someone else, you should keep your promise.
Saving Master Minglong and his disciples reversed the fate of several people.
In the same destiny, the disaster will be overcome, and the person corresponding to the disaster will be a major event in life.
After all, life and death are involved.
Under normal circumstances, after a catastrophic disaster, there will be a great recovery.
But this means that an individual has withstood the disaster without the intervention of external forces, especially beings like fortune tellers.
Once the fortune teller intervenes, even if we survive this time, the disaster will come at some point in the future. Yes, the role of the fortune teller is only to delay, not to completely resolve the disaster, so we can sit back and relax.
But sometimes, delaying is actually equivalent to "resolving".
The phrase "Today is different from the past" is aptly used here. The fortune teller postpones the disaster for those who are facing the disaster, and what they gain is time. Under normal circumstances, the disaster generally remains unchanged, but the person who is facing the disaster does not.
If you take the opportunity to make adequate preparations, such as improving your cultivation and using your future self to deal with past disasters, the difficulty will naturally be reduced.
Unless the disaster experienced was a "man-made disaster".
For example, if a monk enters a cave ruins and dies inside, it is a death calamity. The death calamity is postponed to ten years after the intervention of the magician. Then ten years later, if the monk enters the cave ruins again,
The cultivation level has improved a lot compared to ten years ago, but the ruins of the cave are still the same as ten years ago. It may even be that as time goes by, the danger has decreased, so the possibility of the monk dying inside has also decreased.
As for man-made disasters, there are infinite variables.
Being noticed by the enemy who is also a monk, even if the fortune teller intervenes and delays the time of disaster, you are growing, and so is the opponent. The same is true for ferocious beasts and demons.
Of course, a skilled fortune teller can make more responses in the time bought.
However, a master of immortal magic like Chen Qingyan would not take action easily. Once he intervenes, he will be heading towards completely resolving the disaster - now is the future.
Therefore, the fate of Master Minglong and his disciples had already been reversed when he made the decision in his heart.
But it’s not certain whether it will be a peaceful one.
Because the new destiny will change with the movement of heaven and earth, it may bring about blessings, or it may cause new disasters.
Some people have had great disasters in their lives. After this time, there will be a next time. After they have survived the next time, there will be a next time.
Chen Qingyan didn't care much about this.
Each person has his or her own destiny. He saves the other person once because the other person has something he urgently needs.
It's an exchange of interests, and both parties get what they need.
There is no thought of saving people to the end or sending Buddha to the West.
After all, he is not the father of several people.
Outside Jinjun Mountain, Chen Qingyan rolled up his sleeves in a dense forest.
There were several thuds on the ground.
Venerable Minglong was the first to stand up from the dead leaves, bent down and saluted Chen Qingyan.
Behind him, the four disciples who had come to their senses also bowed respectfully.
"Leave now, stay away, it's best not to set foot in this place again."
Chen Qingyan reminded him, turned around and stepped out. When the strong wind blew in the dense forest, his figure was no longer there.
Master Minglong was horrified, and the disciples behind him were also dumbfounded.
"Master, where should we go next?" the disciple named Fan'er asked.
Venerable Minglong took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "This world is really in chaos."
As he spoke, Venerable Minglong pulled out a pendant from his collar, which was covered with cracks.
"My teacher, this pendant is a rare treasure in the world. It can turn evil into good. It has protected me for more than 1,800 years. It cannot be penetrated by water or burned by fire. It is not damaged by the magic weapon. But when I fell into
When it was buried in the ground, it shattered. At that time, I knew that my life would end here."
As Master Minglong spoke, he smiled inexplicably. It was bitter and complicated, but the decision in his heart became more firm, strong, and urgent: "If you survive this disaster, you and I will return to the village and seal the mountain to hide from the world."
As soon as these words came out, the four disciples were instantly stunned.
It's even worse than when I walked away from the gate of hell not long ago.
"Closing the mountain?"
"Escape?"
"Master, are you talking nonsense?"
"Do we really want to go to... Daoshan Sword Prison? But isn't that a place where only the most heinous criminals will go?"
Venerable Minglong looked determined, "If Jin Yan's words of destroying the world are not rumors, then in the world, only hiding under the Mountain of Swords, above the Sword Prison, and between the sea of fire can there be a glimmer of hope."
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Whoosh, a speckled stone was thrown into the air and fell in an arc.
Snap, one hand held the stone.
Chen Qingyan clenched his fingers tightly, stretched his waist back, and tightened his arms. His whole body was like a bow being stretched to the limit.
Instant——
A voice howled.
boom--
There was a loud bang.
The moment the speckled stone left the palm, it collided with the air and produced violent sparks. The liquid that filled the air instantly evaporated into a large amount of white smoke.
The space became soft at this moment, like melting glass, opening a big hole during the pulling.
The dark wind blew the soul-stealing suona.
A scorching fork in the road between the Yang world and the underworld, like a ladder to heaven protruding from under the Nine Netherworld, floated in front of Chen Qingyan.
A long-lost, distant, dusty memory that was almost thought to be forgotten, quietly emerges like a water lily in a vat.
That was...an unexpected intrusion in the first life.
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