After three months of traveling, across the ocean and across the land, Zhang Wu and Sakyamuni finally arrived at the hinterland of the Changsheng Sect.
On the top of the majestic Tianxuan Peak, the two of them stood on the edge of a thousand-foot cliff, facing the mountain wind blowing from hunting, their clothes flying, and looking at the Changsheng Mountain facing each other twenty miles away.
According to ancient legend, there was a human spirit who broke through the void on the top of the Mount of Immortality and soared away, leaving behind an Immortality Dao Fruit, which was picked up by a woodcutter. In memory of the immortal, the Immortality Sect was founded.
In the blink of an eye, this sect has been passed down for three thousand years, standing proudly in the world, and is known as the first righteous sect.
There is no way to know the authenticity of the Taoist Fruit of Immortality, it is too elusive.
However, the incident of Shattering the Void is indeed recorded in the Changsheng Sect. It was written by the founder of the sect, telling the whole process of his witnessing the immortal's ascension.
Since ancient times, there have been two concepts on the path of spiritual practice.
One simply pursues immortality, pays attention to self-cultivation, and only practices without fighting.
Killing other people's lives is also a waste of your own life. If you want to live a long time, you should focus on tranquility and maintain your health by not moving.
The second type simply pursues martial arts, and explores the limits of human body strength through practicing magical skills, making brave efforts.
With a punch of lightning and thunder, the gods descended to earth, circulated martial arts, pursued the highest, broke through the void and became immortals.
However, this kind of strong man has a very short lifespan, his body is covered with hidden wounds, his life is overdrawn, and he is prone to die early.
With the development of spiritual practice to this day, most sects, except for a few weird and great sects, have integrated longevity and martial arts, and through various exercises, they can strengthen themselves and achieve the goal of extending life.
The Changsheng Sect used to be the originator of seeking immortality, but now there are also martial arts masters in large numbers, and they are very difficult to mess with.
Zhang Wu and the old monk did not dare to get too close, but they needed to take advantage of the situation to divert trouble to the east and plot against Chen Laomo.
The two of them looked down at the earth, observing the mountains, rivers, terrain and Feng Shui trends in all directions. The old monk pondered:
"The land gods can predict blessings and disasters, lay traps, patterns, and use various external means to make it difficult to pose a threat to Chen Tiansheng."
Zhang Wu nodded, feeling that it was a bit tricky.
He has been traveling for ten years, met many disciples of great religions, heard many rumors, and even seen the heads of other great religions from a distance.
Land gods are very scary. They are almost synonymous with indestructibility and are difficult to kill. There are few precedents in history of land gods being robbed.
No matter how many calculations you make, others can communicate with the way of heaven, be attentive, and see good or bad fortunes in advance. Before you have time to make a move, others will have a premonition.
Even "predicting your predictions" is difficult to work. People always predict danger two or three seconds in advance, and you have no chance at all.
With the physical skills, reaction speed, and telepathy of the land gods, two or three seconds are enough to escape and kill you several times.
"However, it's not completely impossible."
After Zhang Wu muttered, the old monk continued:
"The method is very simple, as long as you, junior brother, put in two more efforts, it will be fine."
"..." Zhang Wu.
The old monk Youyou said:
"You are old and cannot compete with young people. Junior brother, you should show off the momentum of a peerless fierce man, go forward bravely and break everything. No matter what land gods, ghosts and gods are, they will tremble in front of you. Kill Old Demon Chen with your absolute strength.
, beat him until the ground was full of minions, and went to see the Buddha."
"And then let me, senior brother, take advantage of you?"
Zhang Wu glanced at the old monk speechlessly and complained:
"Compared with hard power, how can I be Chen Laomo's opponent?"
"Then what state have you reached?"
Shi Bodhi raised his head for a rare moment and stared at this cheap junior brother seriously.
Zhang Wu said calmly:
"Below me, I am invincible, and above me..."
"One for one?" the old monk gasped.
Zhang Wu curled his lips:
"Of course I ran away when I saw it! Only a fool takes action when he knows there is danger."
Shakti Bodhi was choked and could not speak.
After a while, he shook his head and said:
"You can't escape this time and you have to face it. What are you going to do?"
"How about joining the Changsheng Sect and leaning against a big tree?"
"useless."
The old monk said firmly:
"If you reveal your identity, they will definitely not accept you. The Great Sect has rules and does not accept disciples who are not wealthy. If you remain anonymous and change your identity, Old Demon Chen will also change his identity."
"It has long been normal for both good and evil to send their own disciples to lurk in hostile sects."
"Even if we come to the Changsheng Sect, we are deceiving ourselves. Old Mo Chen will not use his status as the sect leader to kill you, pretending to be a nobody and not even able to stir up any trouble."
"..."
Zhang Wu pretended that his face was ashen, and he sighed and asked:
"Then what do you think we should do, senior brother?"
"Of course, you are using yourself as bait to set up a desperate formation. You stand in the formation. If Chen Laomo wants to attack you, he must join the formation."
Shakti Bodhi's eyes were deep and revealed his wisdom as he said:
"When the time comes, you and I will join forces and cooperate inside and outside. Even if we can't kill him, we can still injure him. When the time comes, we will deliberately make a big noise and attract the masters of the Changsheng Sect. Chen Laomo will definitely not dare to fight to the death for fear of being taken advantage of.
We can only retreat."
"This method is very good. Senior brother, if you dress up as me and wait for him in the formation, you will definitely succeed immediately."
Zhang Wu said with satisfaction:
"But the problem is, what if he retreats and then orders an attack on Dagan to force me to show up?"
"As long as he is injured, I believe, junior brother, you will not let him return to Kui Mo Sect."
The old monk took a deep look at Zhang Wu. There is no one in the world who can hide his clumsiness better than you.
A certain Wu also gave Shi Bodhi an intriguing glance and said:
"Senior brother, you are so compassionate that you won't bear the loss of life. Even without me, you will definitely not let Mr. Chen go back."
"Good, good, good."
The old monk clasped his hands together and sang a trumpet, and the two of them got busy on the top of the mountain with a tacit understanding.
The top of Tianxuan Peak is very open on this day, with a radius of a hundred feet. Old dead vines and old trees are rooted in the rocks. There are rugged rocks and abrupt sharp rocks, making it very dangerous to walk.
People who wear straw sandals will get their soles pierced if they are not careful, so there are almost no tourists.
Zhang Wu first arranged the simplest ghost wall attack, where ordinary people would go back where they came from.
Then he took out many small bronze mirrors and small compasses from the bag on his back, which were as small as the palm of his hand and very delicate, and began to move rocks and play with Feng Shui.
Seven days later, the weather on the top of the mountain changed.
Looking from a high place, rocks, old trees, and weeds form ancient patterns, which are natural and natural, like the miraculous workmanship of nature.
Tai Chi, Bagua, and the Four Symbols, one picture within another, form a layered Feng Shui pattern, mysterious and mysterious, as if all the heaven and earth are integrated on the top of the mountain.
But this is not enough. It is only a small path to the land gods, and the threat is limited.
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