MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 27 Friends come from far away

  Chapter 27 A friend comes from afar

   Those who are ordered are the destiny.

   Those who order, hold festivals to call people.

   And those who are too superior...

  Don't dare to think, dare not speak, dare not read.

Therefore, between the heaven and the earth, the vitality seemed to be condensed, and it surged suddenly. The earthly Mr. Tao felt his heart beating wildly, and he staggered a step, as if he had fallen into a vortex. There were two voices, one was old and gentle, the other was clear and clear, chanting and whispering, and finally the old man's voice gradually disappeared, as if it was just his own illusion.

   Only the voice of the young man was clear and bright.

   "The supreme decree, surpassing your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and the four lives will be blessed."

   "He who has a head surpasses, and the one without a head rises. Kill with a gun and a sword, and dive with a rope."

   "Death in the open and in the dark, death injustice, creditors and enemies, begging for life."

   "Kneel in front of my stage, let the gossip shine, stand up and go out, surpass others."

Qi Wuhuo just followed the old man's chanting, and when he played the piano, there was a trace of golden streamer on the strings. He saw those murdered people, the yin energy dissipated, and seeing them The men and women who had their own hideous faces all returned to their original appearances in the golden light.

  The clothes became clean and tidy, and the blood and bruises disappeared.

   There was a faint golden streamer emitting from his body.

  Finally they also seemed to know that they were going to leave. Looking at the faint golden light on their bodies, they looked at the young man playing the piano with gratitude.

  The old man stroked his beard and said calmly: "Don't be brave."

   "This formula is made by consuming your primordial spirit with your great wish to cross people."

   "Although I have helped you, you have consumed a lot yourself."

  Qi Wuhuo nodded, pressed his fingers on the strings, and with a gentle smile, watched those souls disappear, then looked away, and said: "Old man, what is this door trick called?"

  The old man stroked his beard casually and said:

   "I just thought about it, there is no name."

  Qi Wuhuo asked doubtfully, "Think about it now?"

  The old man laughed without changing his face and said: "Yes, yes, the old man has lived too long, and he just remembered it with difficulty."

   "It's easy to forget things when you get older."

  Qi Wuhuo said: "Since it is a memory, it should also have a name."

   "It does have a name, the old man just remembered."

  The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile:

   "Yes, I just remembered."

   "The full title should be "Taishang Daojun Said the Incantation of Rescue Suffering and End Difficulty."."

  Qi Wuhuo said to himself: "Zhang...?"

The old man smiled and said: "Most of the Taoist classics are also somewhat different. According to whether they are difficult or not, they can be roughly divided into [Miaofa] [Xuanzhang] [Yujue] [Taoist] [Zhenjing], which become more difficult in turn, but although it is said It is the [Truth] that has the highest personality, but it has spread the most, no matter what level the written ones are, most of them will be named [Truth].”

   "I don't think they are loud."

  "Those who wrote the scriptures probably also hope that the latecomers will be able to forge ahead bravely and stride forward."

   "Really deduce its fundamental method to the level of the [Truth]."

  The old man seemed to approve of this behavior.

Qi Wuhuo muttered these words to himself, and then thought of the "Lingbao Jiuyou Long Night Rise to Death" by Tan Taixuan who cultivated the innate qi, mastered the supernatural power of wind control, and claimed to be able to open a school of dharma veins. "Xuan Zhang" also belongs to Xuan Zhang, and I couldn't help but wonder what I was studying, hesitated for a while, wanted to ask, thought for a while, and closed my mouth again.

  The old man smiled and said, "Is there anything Wuhuo wants to ask?"

  Qi Wuhu pursed his lips.

   After all, he still had some youthful spirit, lowered his voice and quickly asked in a low voice: "Then what did you teach me?"

  The old man laughed out loud.

  Finally, the traces of this age can be seen in this young man who has killed evil cultivators and transformed the souls of the dead.

  Stretched out his finger, pointed at the boy in the blue shirt and nodded: "You, you, haha."

   "However, after all, you are still young, and the things in your dreams should only be used to train your mind. It may seem true or false, and it cannot be true."

   "You ask what you cultivate?"

   "If you really want to say it."

   "What the old man said is to guide you, and what I pass on to you is not considered a complete Taoist treasure."

"so…"

  The old man's voice paused slightly, he stroked his beard, his expression was gentle and free, and said: "Listen carefully, I will teach you."

   "Not included in these five categories."

   "It is not a genus of [Miao Fa], it is not included in [Xuan Zhang], and it is not called a volume of [Yu Jue]."

   "Do not make [Taoist] collections, do not record [Truth] text."

   "Only by dictation, you know what I know, only you learn."

   "Only these, they must not be passed on in the future."

  Qi Wuhuo didn't know enough about cultivation, and he didn't understand what the old man's jokes meant.

The old man took from him the volume of text that recorded the last wishes of these people. Seeing the regret and hope recorded on it, the words he said to his family were sincere and sincere. The old man covered the scroll and sighed, saying: "No Do you know why the Daoist sect needs several times of heart-training tests to teach the Dharma, and only those with a pure and firm mind can teach the Dao?"

  The old man looked at these words and said: "Cultivators want to live forever, and in the first half of their lives, they often roam the world freely and freely."

   "Disdain for all kinds of life-prolonging methods."

   "However, the further you go, the life limit is gradually reached, and there is no way to break through."

"The longer the time, the more fearful you will be from this persecution. If you don't have enough character, you will often be unable to bear such fear, gradually changing, and turning into a [beetle] that uses many means to seek longevity, beetle, Poisonous insects... can use any means to prolong their lifespan."

   "Although each school is cautious when teaching the Dharma, but people's hearts are changeable, but it is difficult to calculate accurately."

  Qi Wuhuo murmured: "Silverfish..."

In the words of the old man, he seemed to see young Taoist priests who were as young as he was at the moment, and full of vigor and high spirits. The shape of a silverfish twisted in the gap between heaven and earth, twisted and eager to prolong life.

  The old man glanced at him and said, "Do you not know why?"

   "Because, after you refine the essence and get back the life treasure, you will have seen how long your lifespan will be."

  Qi Wuhuo's expression changed slightly, and he understood the oppressive nature of this sentence.

   "After that, every day I live, I know how much vitality and life span I consume."

   "Every day, I clearly feel that my lifespan is shortening, and I feel that the day of death is coming."

  The old man pointed to the center of Qi Wuhuo's eyebrows, which made his eyebrows feel stagnant and tingling, and said:

   "It's like seeing a sword destined to take your life, coming towards you every day."

   "You can't avoid, you can't escape. You are destined to lose your vitality and die on that day and at that moment. The day is approaching, and the moon and the moon will never stop."

   "One step is not fast, but one step is not stopped."

   "This is the Great Terror."

  The old man rubbed the boy's head with his palm, and said with a smile, "But you have to remember."

   "Although they seek longevity, they are Taoists who are not afraid of death and sing with drums."

   "Since you call yourself a poor Taoist, you need to know who is the Taoist."

  "When people walk the avenue, their bodies and minds are in order. Only the way is followed. If you follow the way to do things, you are a Taoist priest."

   "I passed you four words today, don't hesitate to remember them."

  The old man’s voice paused, and said:

   "Seek, not be greedy."

   "You seem to have a friend coming, but the old man will not show up..."

  The old man rubbed Qi Wuhu's black hair, and when he raised his palm, it had already disappeared, naturally.

Qi Wuhuo's primordial spirit was extremely exhausted at the moment, but he sensed a familiar aura outside, but he didn't know which land this aura belonged to, and he couldn't call out his name. He wanted to get up and open the door, but his body compared to The Yuanshen was not as good, he couldn't even move, so he had to play the piano with his palm, and the Yuanshen played the sound of the piano to open the door.

  ………

  Taigong Tao looked at the low wooden gate, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

-

  A piano sound, crossing the souls of the dead? !

  Old land has also recognized those underworld ghost messengers, but never heard of such methods!

   want to quit.

  Dare not to retreat!

  When I was struggling, I suddenly heard the melodious sound of the piano.

  The young man sits under the plum tree and plays the piano, the blue shirt is as old as before, the black hair hangs down, and the voice is clear and warm:

"Have friends come from afar."

   "My friend, please come in..."

  (end of this chapter)