MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 283 Pindao, Xuanwei

  Chapter 283 Poor Dao, Xuan Wei

The ripples in that mirror have not dissipated for a long time, even though it is only a remnant of the past, but Xuanzhen stands alone and stands above the heavens and the earth. Laughing, the picture of falling and disappearing into thin air is so majestic and majestic, it is far beyond the comparison of a few short words from the teacher's mouth.

   Qi Wuhuo never came back to his senses for a long time with such lonely courage and determination.

  He recalled that the teacher told about the three vehicles of upper, middle and lower.

  Among them, Master Xuandu, in the teacher's mouth, is devout to the Tao, follows my teachings, practices through calamities, does something and does nothing, and proves the unity of energy.

   Practicing with the heaven and the earth, exhaling the sun and the moon.

  But it's only moderate.

   So, what is the best?

  What is the best!

   Qi Wuhuo looked at senior brother Xuanzhen's path, and suddenly understood what the teacher had never said, what is the best path—

   Own path.

   Forge a whole new path!

   Sharpen your Dao heart, identify your own direction, and then move forward step by step.

Then, overcome all thorns and thorns, cut off all external calamities and inner demons on the road, and finally advance triumphantly, to the limit of this road, to the end of the road, then, no matter who this body has ever studied as a teacher, no matter what it has experienced, how many times Ups and downs, several setbacks, can also be called the patriarch of the way.

   is possible—

   Daozu!

  The young man thought about what his senior brother had done, integrated the world, unified Kyushu, fought the demon emperor with a sword, and invited the sky to drink together.

  Piece by piece, pile by pile, the original way of luck was created.

Wanting to let ordinary people no longer be bound by talent, as long as the heart is not depraved and lazy, there will be a way to go, and what a heroic person it is, never retreat, never setback, never give yourself Leaving room, only step forward step by step, after all, the forty-ninth level of catastrophe fell, and he never retreated, and never regretted it.

  Such lofty sentiments, such a heart of Taoism, being of the same family, and of the same race, only one step away from success, all these are impacting the heart of the young Taoist.

  It made him emotionally fluctuate, and the many emotions circled in his throat for a long time, and finally he could only sigh.

"Pity…"

Nan Qingzi was slightly stunned, she felt that this sigh was like the sigh of the old man who rushed over after Xuanzhen's death that day, after a long pause, it was generally the same, and it was a pity that the word "pity" was not what other people said at all. This is an innocuous evaluation, but with a very strong regret and a very painful empathy.

  Nan Qingzi's expression returned to its original tranquility, and he said, "Who doesn't feel sorry for it?"

   "He just, never wants to look back."

   "The firmness of the way, the king's heart is like iron, and everything else is just his embellishment."

  The young man said humanely: "After the ghost emperor woke up, why didn't you go to him immediately?"

Nan Qingzi didn't answer, and after a long time, he said calmly: "It's just four years. He is the Emperor of Human Beings, and I am the Emperor of Ghosts. For us, four years just passed by in a blink of an eye. It's not worth it. Even if you mention it, don’t keep it in your heart.”

   "Why did I go to him in the first place?"

   "As I am, so is he."

She said so, but when she raised her eyes and looked far away, she seemed to be still staring at the distant past of more than 8,000 years ago, and saw their only happy two years, living in seclusion in the courtyard at the foot of the mountain. The courtyard of the house opens up a view of the world in all directions, with bamboo in the corner and pine trees beside the house. In autumn, you can enjoy a large area of ​​chrysanthemums.

  Because she was born in a water town, the Taoist also brought running water in the yard and planted lotus flowers.

On summer nights, watching the lotus and admiring the moon, the Taoist always said that because there are many plants and trees, there are too many mosquitoes, but in a place with water, the books are damp and easy to be bitten by insects, which is quite troublesome. The Taoist flipped through the books, and the woman Shaking the fan, the time at the foot of the mountain was obviously short as a flash, and apparently boring as if there was nothing special, but it was hard for her to forget.

  Qi Wuhuo looked at the absent-minded Southern Ghost Emperor: "Then, have you ever seen Xuanzhen... the tomb of the Emperor?"

  The Southern Ghost Emperor said indifferently: "He disappeared... I, I hate him deeply, I have never seen him!"

  The young man said humanely: "He was buried under a mountain."

  Nan Qingzi's body trembled suddenly, his eyes widened.

  Yamashita...

Qi Wuhuo didn't know why the Southern Ghost Emperor suddenly had such a big reaction to this mountain, but as a junior, he needed to convey these things, saying: "There are no mausoleums and gorgeous burials, it's just a solitary tomb. , there is a stone tablet named Thirteen Hate of Xuanmen."

  Qi Wuhuo said in a clear tone, softly:

   "The first hate, the book bag is easy to eat."

  Nan Qingzi's palm subconsciously grabbed the cuff and held it tightly. Is this a coincidence?

  What she missed, did he miss it before he finally died?

  The young Taoist stared at her, paused, and then said softly:

   "Second hate, love is deep and relationship is shallow, beautiful woman is hard to live."

Nan Qingzi's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. She stood there quietly, but the young Taoist suddenly felt that she had become very far away. The sense of beauty also dissipated, and the young Taoist seemed to understand that maybe [Nan Qingzi] and [Southern Ghost Emperor] are not exactly the same.

[Nan Qingzi] is the most essential disposition of [Southern Ghost Emperor]. It is the possibility of what she would be like if she was born in the world instead of pure yin. In the world's Taishang Xuanzhen.

The young Taoist said slowly: "The third hates mosquitoes in summer nights, the fourth hates platform leaks, the fifth hates chrysanthemum leaves with scorching, the sixth hates pine and ants, the seventh hates bamboos with many fallen leaves, the eighth hates osmanthus and lotus leaves, and the ninth hates them. Biscuit radish and Tibetan asparagus, ten hates frame peanut thorns..."

  In his opinion, these are senior brothers and people with many obsessions and emotions, not sculpture-like existences.

  It is great love that is not merciless.

  But it fell into Nan Qingzi's ears, but it had another meaning.

Many things, only the person involved can know the subtle thoughts and meanings. For some reason, the picture in front of her is blurred, and she seems to be able to see the two years in the small courtyard. The troubled little Taoist priest sat by the lotus pond and scrolled through his books, while he sat on a chair and looked at him.

  The Taoist spread out the books and looked at the pages that had been eaten by moths. His brows were frowning and his teeth were grinning, but when he looked up at her, his smile was still warm and bright.

  My eyes were blurry, and then tears fell down.

   fell to the ground and turned into nine days of pure yin qi.

  Qi Wuhuo's voice paused, looking at Nan Qingzi who burst into tears for some reason or when, and the unparalleled paleness of the Southern Ghost Emperor, Qi Wuhuo sighed and said:

   "Congenital yin gods and ghosts are extremely yin and pure, so there is no so-called surname."

   "And in your life, you ran away from home again, hiding your name."

   "So, the name Nan Qingzi."

   "Actually, it's your name when you spent just four years with Xuanzhen in your life."

  Thirteen hatreds in Taoism, ten hatreds are only for you, three hatreds are the Tao, and there is no self.

  To the yin to the purest, congenitally born, dubbed the name of meeting, stretching for eight thousand years.

  Qi Wuhuo looked at the 'person' in front of him, and sighed, "Why..."

  Why didn't you seek him out when you woke up?

The Southern Ghost Emperor raised his hand and wiped away the 'tears' from the corners of his eyes with his cuffs. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he was lost in a daze, but he laughed and said softly: "At that time, he was the one with the greatest achievements in the world, and the man with a radiant spirit like fire. , high-spirited, at that time, he shouldn't, and can't have a [ghost] as his wife."

  The young Taoist sighed slightly.

  Nan Qingzi didn't care about these anymore, but said suddenly: "You may have a chance to see his tombstone."

   "It should be his old friend."

   "Then, maybe this thing can be entrusted to you."

"Um?"

Qi Wuhuo was stunned, and saw the woman stretch out her hand, slightly tapped the cuff, and the mirror, which was the same as the Northern Emperor Mirror, glowed with light, and immediately turned into a formation, which was untied in a very mysterious way. , The endless stream of light gathered and turned into a scroll with extremely strong aura on it.

  Qi Wuhuo said: "This is..."

  Nan Qingzi caressed the scroll with his palm, and said softly: "It's his way."

  The young Taoist said: "His way..."

   "Well, it is the way of luck that any living being can practice. The more it helps the world, the stronger the luck."

"As for the evil and plunderers, they don't have the bell of luck; he didn't choose the absolute average, but chose to give all living beings the same chance, to give them choices, and this way of luck, he completed the first Part and the most fundamental part, it's just a pity that I haven't been able to complete the last part, it's already..."

  Nan Qingzi did not continue.

  He took a slight breath, calmed down, and said:

   "And this road is just a prototype."

"He said that the world has been exhausted for a long time, and if strong medicine is applied, it will all perish; the rotation of the heaven and the earth, from the winter solstice to one yang, and then from one yang to six yang, here and there, it is like planting a tree, it needs to be planted first. Seeds, then there are buds, then there are stems, and then there are branches and leaves, and finally they can bear fruit. What he did was not to open up the road, nor to complete the road in one go, but to plant the seeds."

   “The road cannot be built overnight.”

   "Since it is the way of 'human', it should be completed by generations of people, otherwise, this is not the way of human beings."

   "This is the seed he found."

  The 'seed' of the way of luck.

  The seed of the way of the world.

Qi Wuhuo recalled when he was in Zhongzhou, when he confronted Ji Du Xingjun, the latter's words, after the fall of the emperor 8,000 years ago, his eight subjects split his kingdom, and finally reached the unification. The world is divided into troubled times again.

  There is no doubt that the purpose of the way of luck in this era is completely different from that of Xuanzhen when it was developed.

  The current way of luck to the emperor is just the way of those eight courtiers watching Xuanzhen's actions.

   is not pure, and extremely heterogeneous.

  This scroll represents Xuanzhen’s regretful and unfinished last step. It is his achievement, disaster, cause and effect, but—

   Exactly what it says.

  Since it is the way of man, it should be supplemented by generations of people.

  How can we hope that the pioneers will complete everything?

  The young Taoist looked at the scroll file representing [Qi Luck]. He stepped back slightly, then shook his sleeves, cupped his hands, and took the scroll with both hands, and said softly: "Then, his last wish and karma."

   "Pindao, take over."

   "I'll help him with the last part."

  The voice paused, and Qi Wuhuo said:

"sister in law."

Nan Qingzi was startled for a moment, and then his eyes widened, and then he saw the young Taoist stand up holding the scroll, his left hand was hanging down, and his right hand was raised in front of him. It's completely different, but that clear and clear air seems to be formed in one vein.

  In a trance, it was almost like when I first met Xuanzhen, but it was more than 8,000 years later, but I saw the young Taoist and said:

   "Poverty, Xuanwei."

  Xuan Wei…

  Nan Qingzi's eyes widened, and he realized something immediately, and said, "You are, his junior brother?!"

  She suppressed her voice and hurriedly said, "You, why did you come here to take risks?"

   "Let's go!"

   "I, I can't bear your name..."

  Qi Wuhuo shook his head, and replied: "After overthrowing the kings of the Zhou family, senior brother, he was alone with no descendants..."

  After that, due to the chaos in Fengdu, Nan Qingzi, who knew little about human affairs, was stunned and said:

   "Then the current Emperor?"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Behind senior brother, there was the Rebellion of the Eight Kings. The eight courtiers divided the land of the world, and turned against the monster clan. Now several countries in the world are all inherited by the courtiers who betrayed senior brother back then. Those who have come down, their methods are also accomplished by watching the seniors, or being instructed by the seniors."

"betray…"

  Nan Qingzi murmured, then shook his head, and said calmly: "Xuanzhen doesn't care about betrayal."

   "But they are splitting the Kyushu in the world, and I am afraid it is for their own selfish desires."

  Qi Wuhuo will tell what the current emperor has done.

She was silent for a long time, and finally stretched her hand into her sleeve, and when she slowly took it out, strands of light gathered and turned into a jade seal with a very strong humane aura on it. Nan Qingzi stroked the seal with his palm, and said: "This is what he... gave me when he died. It is his seal."

   "I originally took it as the last sustenance, but you are his junior, so I will give it to you first."

   "You hold this..."

  She held the jade seal, and then put it in Qi Wuhuo's hand.

  The young Taoist's wrist sank, feeling the weight of the object.

   "Maybe, depose the emperors!"

  (end of this chapter)