Tu Shanjun slowly opened his palms as his eyes shone brightly.
A thick book of mountains and rivers appeared in his hands.
Holding the thick book in his green and white palms, he pushed it upwards gently, and the thick book of mountains and rivers immediately unfolded slowly in the air like a long scroll, like a picture of the Immortal Killing Formation drawn by the mysterious breath of life and death.
Wu Rong couldn't help but be amazed.
Every time I see the Book of Life and Death, I feel that it is indeed the most precious treasure in the path of life and death.
It is the truest embodiment of the Great Dao.
"open!"
Tu Shanjun's eyes were filled with divine light, and his black and red eyes were divided into two large and small adhering yin and yang ghost eyes.
"See life and death."
The blank fairy picture in front of me was stained blue and black with ink.
A behemoth figure slowly took shape under the drawing of Daohen Xuanxi.
The big animals feasted happily under the protection of the thick and wide double feathers.
Deep in the ferocious face, a long sharp weapon like an elephant's trunk rolled towards the sky and the earth and then slowly retracted, and the bloody mouth immediately opened, sucking in greedily.
eat.
Devour.
Eat havoc.
"this……"
Even Wu Rong, who had seen big scenes, looked blankly at the blurry scene drawn by the immortal map.
"My Taoist practice is still not enough, so I can only deduce the Taoist Master who is closest to us." Tu Shanjun looked serious.
Taoism is the benchmark,
He wanted to deduce that mortals who have reached the end of their lifespan can see countless lives by just opening the book of life and death, even if they are low-level monks, but that is Tao Lord.
Wu Rong asked: "What is he eating?"
Tu Shanjun remained silent.
Seeing that the founder didn't speak, and even the master didn't answer, Wu Rong said in a deep voice: "Could it be cannibalism?"
The Patriarch slowly said: "The vast universe, the vast world, and the many caves and heavens and blessed lands are not all natural evolution. When saints die, heaven and earth are born. Those are just small thousand worlds."
"Billions of small worlds have been alive since their birth, evolving from earth, water, fire and wind, benefiting infinite creatures."
"In the final analysis, it's because of the genius of heaven and earth."
"And the embodiment of the spiritual machine is the Earthly Spirit Vein."
"The Tao Lord who has expired needs a huge spiritual vein to maintain his immortal body. Ordinary mortals, or monks with insufficient cultivation, are not worthy of being his food."
Wu Rong said in horror: "He is devouring the world!"
"If he were to eat like this, there would be enough worlds for him to survive."
"Could no one take action?"
"Of course there is, but there are only a few people in this world who carry the great truth, and there are too many old people who are lingering on. If you don't live up to your courage, you can only end up in a state of death."
The Patriarch took two steps forward and looked at the vast barrier, the ten lights of five colors and the shining stars outside the hazy sky.
As he finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Tushanjun, who was silent.
Tu Shanjun said hoarsely: "Unless a saint dies, thieves will never stop. Now that we have embarked on this road, if we can't shoulder the great road, how can we talk about being a wise king?"
The Taoist Lord of Life and Death refuses to cross the path of death. Even if he has the Tao of Dao, he is still an unruly person, let alone if he wants to achieve great supernatural powers.
Wu Rong took a step forward and said coldly: "His life is over!"
"Please ask the Patriarch to take the first step."
"After Master and I kill the unruly king who has expired, we will go to Middle-earth to settle the matter with the Ancient Immortal Tower."
The Patriarch's eyes were full of admiration, and he looked at Tu Shanjun, who was obviously arranged by Wu Rong. The Patriarch nodded and said: "Okay!"
When he was leaving, the Patriarch did not give him any magical power to save his life, but left him an imperial sutra.
Wu Rong held the Emperor's Sutra and was about to say thanks. When he stood up, the Patriarch had disappeared.
Opening the title page and taking a look, the Emperor's Sutra describes: "One destiny, two luck, three feng shui, four accumulation of yin virtues, five readings, six names, seven aspects, eight worship of gods, nine friendships with noble people, and ten health preservation."
"The way of fate is always based on fate. How can you not catch a glimpse of this life's fate from the heavenly secret..."
"This is really very valuable."
With just one glance, Wu Rong, as a fate-path monk, could see the value. This sutra pointed directly at the fate-path and pointed out the direction for him. It was truly a scripture that could only be written by great supernatural powers.
Tu Shanjun smiled and said, "Keep it."
"The Patriarch did not give you the magical power to save your life, but gave you the Emperor's Sutra. This is evident in his expectations."
Teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching him to fish.
Of course, the Patriarch cannot avoid the test of Wu Rong. If Wu Rong fails to achieve enlightenment or dies due to fate, it is regrettable, but it also shows that he is not the most suitable candidate and cannot carry the Dao.
Even if there are many resources, we can't pay too much for Adou who can't afford it.
"Disciple understands."
Wu Rong carefully put away the Imperial Scripture, looked at Tu Shanjun and asked, "Master is not in a hurry, right?"
"oh?"
Tu Shanjun turned his eyes over with interest.
"The disciple feels that the master is not very impatient about the wanton capture of Taoist Master Shoujin."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and asked with a smile: "How can you tell?"
"It's not about seeing it, it's about deducing it."
"Conjecture?"
"yes."
Wu Rong explained in a deep voice: "According to the improvement of Master's Taoism, one or two Taoist Lords who have expired can be condensed into two flowers, and the Taoist Lord of the Ancient Immortal Tower is also in the realm of two flowers.
Even if you work hard for many years, you will definitely not be able to break into the three flowers quickly. How can it be so easy to achieve it when the three flowers gather at the top?"
"If Master's strength has improved too much."
"I'm afraid Guxian Tower won't give us such a fair opportunity."
"Even when moral conduct is insufficient, we still have to abide by the rules they set."
"Even if the Patriarch can help secretly."
Tu Shanjun stared at Wu Rong in surprise.
He had to admit that Wu Rong had indeed grown into an upright monk.
He has a well-founded approach to advance and retreat, and does not pry into privacy. He is able to use many means within limitations, and he is also able to calm down and analyze the world situation carefully and down to the smallest detail.
Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun felt like he was exhaling a breath of turbid air.
"I will test you for the teacher."
"Master, please give me a question."
"I will only take action when that Taoist Lord of Longevity takes action. How will you accomplish this?"
Tu Shanjun said that he didn't care about anything, but in fact he took over the most important and critical thing, which was to kill Dao Lord Shoujin. Not to mention that the other party was just a flower, he was also the Lord of Dao. With the help of the earth's spiritual veins, Wei Shanjun
He doesn't have the strength to win a complete victory.
When the avenues collide, who dares to claim to be invincible?
"If it were the simplest thing, of course we would find him and kill him." Wu Rong replied calmly.
"Um?"
"However, just killing people will inevitably arouse suspicion and suspicion. Our main purpose is to promote our Dao. Every time we take action, we represent ourselves, and more importantly, the Dao behind it. Why is Wanfa Sect successful?
One is sufficient strength, and the other is strong influence."
Hearing Wu Rong's answer, Tu Shanjun's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that something was possible, and secretly said: 'What a boy!'
It is really impossible to treat Wu Rong as a child anymore.
A great sage with a lot of experience is definitely not a child who doesn't understand anything.
The fact that he was able to make great progress on his own after leaving the sect is enough to show how extraordinary he is.
"If you understand this, you will feel at ease as a teacher."
Tu Shanjun patted Wu Rong on the shoulder.
"Disciple, I still need Master to keep a check on me."
Listening to Wu Rong's compliment, Tu Shanjun smiled helplessly and said: "Back then, we said we were co-founding the sect, but in fact it was your uncle who made the general direction and strategies. I only focus on improving my Taoism and strength. Let me take the initiative.
, I am not afraid of anyone, let me make suggestions..."
Over the years, that idea has become worse and worse.
"ha……"
The devil almost laughed out loud, but Wu Rong glared at him fiercely and quickly covered his mouth.
Wu Rong cupped his hands and said: "I see that many monks are more interested in dialogue books, but less interested in Taoist scriptures and magical books. Since Master has some ideas about the underworld, he can compile them and write books to describe legends.
The human world and the spiritual world publish great works and reveal the underworld through legends one by one."
"Let fellow Taoists have an impression first, and then take action at a later time to better demonstrate the power."
Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed and he exclaimed: "Good!"
"It won't be too late."
Wearing the disguised robe of hell, Daojun threw the book of life and death to Wu Rong, and then turned into a stream of evil energy and returned to the soul flag: "Follow the book of life and death, and you will find the Taoist who has expired."
Wu Rong, who held the Immortal Picture, immediately ordered the turning of the cloud chariot.
Tu Shanjun, who returned to Hunban Taoist Temple, spread out a table, studied the ink and then picked up the jade wolf hair.
He muttered: "If you build a temple in the Yangjian, you should naturally name it City God. I think those scholars are no strangers to exams. If you don't pass the test during your lifetime, you can take the City God test after death."
…
Mountain.
Academy.
A young man wearing a Confucian shirt approached and asked curiously: "Brother Yu, what masterpiece are you reading so fascinated by?"
Yu Zheng hurriedly hid the idle book in his hand behind his back. After seeing clearly that it was his friend, he relaxed and said: "Hey, I thought it was the master who came. If the master sees it, he won't swell my hands."
The young man in Confucian shirt was shocked and said: "Could it be that books are banned?"
"Quick, show me too."
"It's not a banned book, it's an unused book. That day I passed by a bookstore and saw people snatching it up, so I bought a copy and took a look."
As he spoke, Yu Zheng handed the idle book in his hand to the young man. Only then did the young man see the big characters on the green and black book cover, 'Kao Cheng Huang'.
It is about a scholar whose talent is not appreciated.
Because there was no one in the court and no money to pay bribes, even though he had great literary talent and good strategy, he could only fail again and again.
The scholar passed by a temple in such a state of confusion. Seeing many young and old people sitting at their desks writing, he also found a place to sit down.
After answering the questions, I felt refreshed. I left with a pen and rushed home, only to find that my family was sorting out my funeral affairs.
When I was feeling sad, I didn’t expect that an official came to clear the way and firecrackers went off.
Said it was high school.
The scholar then went to the Underworld to have an audience with the Ghost Emperor, and was granted the title of City God, which is equivalent to the county magistrate. Next, the City God governed and promoted the county, and became a judge along the way.
"happy!"
The young man in Confucian shirt said loudly: "There is no fairness in life, but after death, you will be reused."
"What a pity."
"If there really is an underworld division, wouldn't it be possible for me, a talented scholar, to find an official position?"
Yu Zheng sighed: "Yes."
"I've been doing research over the past few days, and I heard that the Dongjiao Goods Yard changed owners, and within two or three days a temple was built, called the 'Temple of the King of Hell.' I think it's probably because of the help of an expert."
"In addition to this paper examining the City God, there might actually be an exam in the Temple of the King of Hell."
"Brother Zhou, why don't you come with me?"
Zhou Qian, who was wearing a Confucian robe and was very brave, stood up and said: "Without further delay, you and I, brothers, will go to the King of Hell Temple to see what's true!"