Chapter 92: How can there be a road to immortality in the world (54)
Dazhe was lying on the sofa, with some faint red mist escaping from his body.
They were quickly absorbed by the pendant on the necklace hanging around Dazhe's neck. And this key-shaped pendant was the Zhanlu Sword... and the light red mist escaping from Dazhe's body gradually became less and less.
, knowing that it will no longer appear in the end.
He yawned, sat up, and relaxed his neck. He felt refreshed and seemed to feel much better.
"you're awake."
"Miss Youye."
Dazhe quickly stood up.
The maid came to Dazhe with a smile on her face and glanced at the pendant around his neck, "Zhanlu is a royal sword. Although the fastest way to master the power of the sword is through killing, but in the past
Too much killing is not good either. So it will instinctively help you purify the excess killing energy from your body."
Dazhe suddenly came to his senses. No wonder after a good sleep, the heavy feeling had almost disappeared.
"What are we going to do now?" Dazhe asked refreshingly.
"follow me."
The place where the maid took Dazhe to next was the boss's study. Dazhe had actually been there several times, so he was no stranger to it.
What exactly does this study look like?
It's like the kind of second-hand bookstore that specializes in selling all kinds of old books, even some types that are hard to find on the market, hidden deep in the corner of the street.
Under Dazhe's curious gaze, the maid who walked directly to a bookcase waved. The thick hard-cover books on the bookcase were trembling slightly. Soon, from the upper right corner of the bookcase,
A thick booklet flew out and fell into You Ye's hands.
The maid turned around while flipping through the thick book here.
"What is this?" Dazhe asked curiously.
You Ye raised his head, smiled and said: "Old ledger...this is what we will do next."
His white fingers lightly scratched a certain page in the heavy book, and some light smoke floated out from the page, and then, in front of Dazhe, they were combined into words one by one.
Looking at these words floating slightly in the air, Dazhe was stunned.
But these words soon turned into smoke again from Dazhe's eyes, and then disappeared.
"Did you see clearly?" Youye asked softly.
Dazhe nodded subconsciously, and then said with a strange expression: "This... is this a deal from two thousand years ago?"
It seems that this maid lady was only born three to four hundred years ago, right?
You Ye nodded and said: "To be precise, it is a transaction that has not yet been completed... What the customer has told us needs to be realized in the near future."
Dazhe rubbed his chin in a daze, "How much did this customer... pay?"
"There is always an equal." You Ye chuckled: "What we have to do is to meet the guests' requirements, that's all."
"This...does our boss know?" Dazhe asked curiously.
"Master, he is very studious." The maid said softly at this time: "When I first took over, I turned over a lot of ledgers. In order to complete this transaction, I started preparations early... For example, handing over Zhan Lu to
In your hands, you will become the Dark Soul Messenger."
Dazhe scratched his head, "I heard from Sister No. 18 that there are quite a few terrifying ones among the Black Soul Messengers... If we let them do it, shouldn't they be better than a novice like me?"
"They are all on vacation." You Ye said calmly: "The master means that he does not intend to let their vacation end early. Besides, we have consumed a lot of black soul messengers before, so it is time to add some... various considerations.
Bar."
The great philosopher was thoughtful.
At this time, Youye closed the booklet in his hand and put it back to its original place.
She seemed to ponder for a moment, and then pulled out a much thinner book from another bookcase. However, she did not open this book, but opened a small twisted space, and put the small book into it.
The booklet was thrown in.
Dazhe looked at it curiously, but did not ask too many questions.
You Ye said: "There are different types of black soul messengers. In addition to those looking for customers, there are also those like you who are more responsible for combat. Of course, there are also some who are responsible for collecting accounts. There is a guy whose vacation is about to expire.
Yes, so prepare some work for him in advance."
I always feel that the one who was assigned a job by this maid lady...will she be very unhappy now?
"Then, let's set off."
"Oh...ok!" Dazhe nodded quickly.
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Wolong Villa.
Yunhui asked someone to cook some bird's nest porridge, then brought it to the blind man himself.
Wolong Villa is used to entertain people from the Taoist world. The ingredients here are of the highest quality. It seems that not only some people from the Taoist world can live without grains, but many still choose to eat, and their requirements for food are still high.
Very strict.
"Taoist Priest Qingxiazi, eat something to replenish your energy."
"I'm determined."
The blind man who woke up from meditation nodded. After a period of teasing, his complexion looked better, but he still looked like a patient recovering from a serious illness, and his speech was a little weak.
Watching Mr. Blind eating slowly, Yunhui had many questions in his mind, but he still held back his words. For example, Taoist Priest Qingxiazi was obviously a big sinner in the Taoist world, but he was able to receive preferential treatment from the administration.
Even because of one of his requests, the higher-ups of the administration went to disturb the retreat of the senior who entered Taoism through martial arts in the middle of the night.
"Are you curious about the relationship between me and the Administration?" Mr. Blind stopped after taking a few mouthfuls of bird's nest porridge.
Yun Hui hesitated for a while and then nodded, but when he thought that this senior seemed to be blind, he quickly said: "Yun Hui has many doubts in his heart."
Mr. Blind was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "Are you a disciple of Kunlun? Whose disciple is your disciple?"
Yun Hui said quickly: "The master of this junior generation is Taoist Taoist Daofeng, and is a disciple of Master Baijie."
"Is Daofeng..." Mr. Blind's expression moved slightly, facing Yunhui, "Is your master... okay?"
"To be honest, the junior master passed away ten years ago." Yun Hui looked a little sad, "The master was seriously injured in the past, and the master has always used various methods to maintain his vitality, but in the end he was still alive.
There is no way to save yourself."
"Daofeng, she is a close disciple of Mr. Baijie." Mr. Blind said softly.
"Senior, do you know the master?" Yun Hui couldn't help but become more respectful at this time.
"I know you, and..." Mr. Blind was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "What would you do if I said that your master was seriously injured and died because of me?"
Yun Hui was startled suddenly, then took a deep breath and said in a slightly heavier voice, "Senior, I just looked through some files of the Administration, especially about you, senior. But most of the information on it is encrypted and locked.
, I cannot access it at all with my current authority... Logically speaking, senior, you have been expelled from the Taoist world of China, but the Management Bureau treats you as a distinguished guest... This junior is really puzzled."
Mr. Blind heaved a sigh of relief and said: "What you obviously want to know is about your master, but what you are asking about is my relationship with the Administration... Calm down, Mr. Baijie has a good disciple."
Yun Hui said sternly: "I heard from people in the villa that Master has come to Senior several times in the past two days... Since Master and Senior you know each other, and you didn't do anything to Senior... Junior, Junior don't
Dare to overstep."
"That's alright." Mr. Blind sighed, "You are a disciple of Dao Feng, so it's okay to tell you. The reason why the administration wants to treat me a little special is because I fiddled with some Feng Shui matters for them. Today's capital
, there is a huge Feng Shui formation underground, which is used to suppress the fortune of the new country. In the past few decades, the development of the new country has been more or less thanks to the underground formation in the capital... In this way, you understand."
Yun Hui suddenly opened his eyes, but the shock in his heart could not be greater... If what this great sinner Qing Xiazi said is true, then his contribution to today's country may be inestimable.
Ordinary people may not believe in Feng Shui metaphysics, but as a Taoist, Yun Hui is very aware of Feng Shui metaphysics.
A great feng shui array has been set up for the new country, and the national destiny of the new country will be strengthened day by day. Then for the country, this great sinner will become a great hero!
After all, the Management Bureau and the Taoist world are two different systems... No wonder Qingxiazi's phone call can make the top management of the Management Bureau pay so much attention...
"The time, place and people are favorable." Mr. Blind shook his head and said: "What I can create is the right time and place, but development ultimately depends on people. The new country... this country would not be possible without a group of people who are willing to work hard for the country.
It has developed to the point where it is today. As the saying goes, everything depends on people, and talents are the foundation. What I did was just adding fuel to the flames."
"Anyway, sir, you have indeed made great contributions to the country." Yun Hui bowed respectfully to Mr. Blind at this time.
But when he raised his head, his eyes had become stern, "Sir, please teach me... Master, why was he seriously injured and why was he burdened by his predecessors!"
Mr. Blind said: "Dragon Evil... I did something wrong back then, which eventually led to the Dragon Evil. The appearance of the Dragon Evil shook the entire dragon vein of China. The true dragons of China tried their best to suppress this, otherwise the world would be in chaos. And
The Dragon Evil can only be left to us to deal with... Your master was injured in the process of dealing with the Dragon Evil. It's a pity that she... is probably the next Taoist in China to reach the realm, but she was killed by the Dragon.
Once the Xuan Gong has been destroyed, there is no possibility of rebuilding it."
Yun Hui clenched his fists... The blind gentleman in front of him was still weak and defenseless... What if...
"This porridge is a bit cold. Junior, please warm it up."
Just as Yunhui left with the bowl, a faint voice came from behind him.
"sorry."
Yun Hui stopped, but did not turn around. He just whispered: "The fault lies in who said it first... At least what I know now is that the master is trying to save the world. For now, that's enough."
The sound of a door closing.
…
The blind gentleman sat silently, and there was the sound of the wind blowing and rustling the sycamore trees outside the house.
The tree was planted by Daofeng many years ago, using seeds brought from Kunlun.
"If you don't believe in sentimentality, you will always regret leaving the pavilion, and you will wake up easily with tears on your spring clothes and wine." Mr. Blind walked slowly to the window, leaned against the railing, and whispered in a low voice: "Time only helps people grow old..."
"It is better to drink a pot of turbid wine than to have a thousand sorrows."
Under the shadow of the sycamore tree, a cold and deep man's voice came.
Under the dim light and moonlight, this man gradually walked over. He was wearing a loose plain Tang suit and carrying a bottle of wine in his hand. He walked slowly, but it only took two steps to get in front of Mr. Blind.
.
This man had an ordinary face. He looked to be in his thirties, but his temples were gray.
"I was a little anxious when I came out, so I grabbed a bottle of Fengtan Old Wine from the treasury and came to meet you, an old friend." The man smiled slightly.
Mr. Blind nodded, "Your feet are quite fast."
The man turned over from the window and said casually: "The people from the administration said they had to arrange a flight, but I said no. The distance from Beijing to Mount Tai is only a few hundred kilometers, so I just want to do some exercise."
But just as the man sat down, he suddenly coughed a few times.
This made Mr. Blind frown, "Are you...injured?"
"Injured lung lobe." The man did not mean to hide it, but said cheerfully: "Last year, I had a fight with someone and almost died. But you also know me, as long as you don't die, you can get better quickly. That's management.
The guys in the bureau have more than a dozen doctors waiting on me every day, which is quite annoying sometimes."
Mr. Blind said seriously: "There are not many people who can hurt you."
The white-haired man said cheerfully: "The little princess of Xuanyuan Palace is not someone to be trifled with. But I was satisfied with that fight. Although I was half dead, the little princess was not having an easy time either. But it's a pity.
Yes, this little princess doesn’t use the power of the Yellow Emperor to say anything, and only uses the power of the demon to fight me, otherwise I guess the grass on my grave is a bit high now, haha! Come on, don’t talk yet, have a taste of this old cellar!”
Mr. Blind shook his head, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and threw it in front of the man, "If your injury is not healed, your strength will decline no matter what. What we have to face next will not be tolerated.
sloppy."
The man opened the porcelain bottle, but did not take it immediately. He just frowned and said, "Is it really that serious?"
Mr. Blind said: "The heaven and the earth have a special trajectory. We Daoists believe that no matter it is the past, present or even the future, it has already been determined. It is like a book that has been written long ago. You can read it here
When you read everything in this book...you will find that everything is so orderly."
The man frowned and asked curiously: "Qingxiazi, what did you see in this book?"
"war."
"Whose war?"
"Tao, demons, and humans." Mr. Blind took a deep breath: "And... inside and outside China."
