The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 143: Knowing is not knowing

　　The person on the stone couch has been dead for many years. The belt made of the meditation tendon is completely decayed. It is broken into several pieces and falls on the couch, but his body is still intact. Under the torn silkworm clothes, there are cracks everywhere. , The ink-like old blood stains were painted on it, looking a little weird.

　　Regardless of places such as Qingshan, Zhongzhou or Daze, the first step in cultivating is to exercise and refine Qi. The higher the realm, the stronger the body. For example, the body of a disciple of the Qingshan Sect’s non-changing realm can be said to be stronger than steel. , But as the saying goes, people die and disappear. Without special treatment, this person's body remains uncorrupted after more than 20 years of death. It is really very rare. I don't know how high this person's realm was before death.

　　 Jing Jiu did not remove the iron sword behind him, stretched out his fingers and drew dozens of dotted lines around the cave mansion, using the Heaven-Changing Sword Technique to set up a small sword formation. Because of the lower realm and the conflict with the Heavenly Sword's destiny, this sword formation is naturally far less than the one placed by Liu Ci in the Yunmeng Mountain Shedding House, but it is also strong enough.

　　 After doing these things, he sat down on the futon, with his hands quietly resting on his knees, his left hand was slightly loosened, a tiny gap appeared between his five fingers, and a light golden light overflowed from his fingers. , He wanted to go outside the cave, but was trapped by the sword formation, unable to leave.

　　 This fairy qi is only one-thousandth of the total celestial qi in the longevity immortal urn. With his current realm, he still wants to control it, still a bit hard, his face suddenly turned pale.

　　 He knew he had to speed up, and released a divine mind to fall on the corpse.

　　 The corpse touched his divine mind, and suddenly shook, as if it was about to be resurrected.

　　 This is of course an illusion. Jing Jiu is replacing the movement of the corpse with his own spiritual thoughts, trying to force out the things that were suppressed deep in the heart of the Tao.

　　 It didn't take long, and more than ten light spots floated from the wound on the surface of the corpse.

　　 If you look closely, you will find that the light spots are also faintly golden, and they are actually fragments, but because they are too subtle, they look like light spots.

　　 Jing Jiu raised his right hand and smoothed out the fairy qi that overflowed from the eternal immortal urn, and evenly smeared it in the air in front of him to form a pale golden flake, and then used the sword array to force the light spots to this place. On the light golden flakes, it is like a craftsman is trying to inlay jade on gold leaf.

　　 Those fragments fell on the thin layer of fairy qi, and they only trembled slightly, and then they recovered calm, even more peaceful than in the corpse.

　　 Seeing this scene, Jing Jiu confirmed his conjecture even more, but did not stop his movements and continued to look at the thin layer of fairy energy.

　　 His eyes have always been very calm, and his eyes are clear, like the surface of the water in a well, but at this time they suddenly become brighter.

　　 I don’t know if it’s the immortal energy and fragments reflected in the depths of the eyes, or if I’m flying, in short, it’s like a sun suddenly born from the deep seabed.

　　 In a sense, he is a congenital invisible sword body, then his eyes are a natural sword eye.

　　 Under such a pair of eyes, there is nothing to hide.

　　 I don't know how long I watched, Jing Jiu slowly closed his eyes, raised his left hand to retract the fairy qi, and at the same time, the light spot fragments also returned to the corpse.

　　 This fairy qi is only one thousandth of the amount of celestial qi in the immortal urn. It is still dangerous for him to do so. After all, Liu Ci is not by his side, and Ah Da is still by the pond.

　　 He did not open his eyes and began to meditate to recover, and then suddenly countless meteors appeared in the darkness in front of him.

　　 That is not a real meteor, but a flying fairy sword.

　　 Tens of thousands of flying swords burned among the stars.

　　 This is a picture he has seen with his own eyes. (Note)

　　 He told the Hades in the Demon Suppression Prison.

　　 Besides, he has seen a lot.

　　 Then he found that there was a line in his body that was drawing on him.

　　 There is nothingness at the other end of the line.

　　 The nothingness in the star field is not the real nothingness, but the invisible world, or it is extremely subtle, or the level is too low.

　　In those worlds, even the speed of light is very low.

　　 He looked back and found that the piece of nothingness was where he came from, the Chaotian Continent.

　　 Soaring still has a problem.

　　The disappearance of smoke on the top of God's End Peak failed to completely cut off all the dust.

　　 That line can be said to be cause and effect, or it can be said that there is still a breath of breath in his body.

　　 Someone didn't want him to leave.

　　He didn't care, he was going to cut the thread, made a few immortal urns, and sent it back to Qingshan, and then went to other worlds.

　　He will look for ways to clear up the stale air during the journey, and hope to see more scenery.

　　 Sword Slash is very difficult for oneself, so he uses the best sword.

　　 The mind and body are the same.

　　When the sword fell, the sneak attack came at the same time.

　　 Tens of thousands of flying swords in the distant star field turned into a gorgeous firework in his eyes.

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　　 Jing Jiu opened his eyes and was silent for a while.

　　 The fairy qi in the longevity fairy urn is exactly the same thing as the fairy qi fragments remaining in the corpse.

　　 It can be determined that he was the White Blade Immortal of the Zhongzhou Sect who attacked him, which is also the white ancestor that Chaotian Continent's monastic world now refers to.

　　He stood up, looked at the person on the couch, and said calmly: "She is a sturdy ancestor in Japan."

　　 Taiping real man learned the hot pot method from Yizhou, but he did not learn how to do it after eating it. He just learned a few words of Yizhou dialect.

　　 I didn’t expect it to finally be useful today.

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　　 The snow is still falling in the mountain village, but it has not accumulated for the time being. The children in the village do not like to play in the snow like the children in the city, so there is no one by the pond.

　　 Zhao Layue hugged the white cat tightly, standing in the wind and snow looking at the road at the entrance of the village, without blinking.

　　 It wasn't until Jing Jiu's figure appeared that her tight body finally relaxed, and the white cat finally felt relaxed.

　　 Jing Jiu came to her and said, "Go."

　　Zhao Layue wanted to ask him if he saw that friend, but did not dare to ask. Seeing that his left hand was still clenched, he tentatively asked: "Want to go to Guocheng Temple?"

　　 Jing Jiu said, "I said I'm going to find a friend for help."

　　 and then to Yunji Town, the iron sword broke through the air, and soon entered Nanhe City, from Chaonan City along Zhuoshui all the way eastward to Moqiu.

　　 The speed of the iron sword is really fast, it can even be said to be beyond imagination.

Corresponding to 　　, the oncoming wind is naturally terrifying. Even ordinary players in the wild realm will be blown away and fall straight down.

　　 Jing Jiu stood at the head of the sword, looking at the satin-like ocean far away, her hair fluttered slightly, her expression calm, as if the fairy in the painting was about to be resurrected.

　　Zhao Layue sat behind with the cat in her arms, looking down at the steep peaks and white felt-like plains that kept flashing below, thinking this was too fast.

　　 The sword light flashed high in the sky, alarming many practitioners and monsters, but seeing the terrifying speed of the flying sword, and feeling the unabashed green mountain sword intent, everyone thought it was Qingshan which broke the sea realm. When the elders travel, how dare you to snoop, occasionally when a practitioner meets in the sky, he hurries to avoid it and pays respects.

　　 This kind of misjudgment saves a lot of trouble. If people know that the person on the iron sword is Jing Jiu, because the longevity immortal urn might actually cause some disturbance, those evil masters and monsters may not be able to do it. See how terrible the long-haired white cat is.

　　 There is a boom!

　　 A white air current appeared in the sky above the ink mound. The air current connected up and down to form a hollow circle.

　　In the middle of the circle, a black iron sword appeared.

　　 The iron sword slowed down its speed and height. The ground was much closer, and the scenes and people in the screen became clearer. Moqiu land is near the East China Sea, the climate is warm and humid, but there is no heat, and the land is fertile, even in winter, there is still no snow on the ground, and some fields even grow blue crops. The large farmland is divided into countless color blocks according to the color. It is very pleasing to see from the sky. Compared with the strange peaks of the snowy field, it is less wild and more peaceful.

　　 There is a straight avenue in the middle of the vast expanse of farmland, leading to the temple and meditation house built on the hillside in front.

The 　　 Avenue is full of vehicles, there are many makeshift shelters, and even people sleeping on the ground can be seen.

　　 These are the patients who came to Qiuguocheng Temple to heal the sick. There are many monks in simple monk clothes walking around busy.

　　The iron sword fell in front of the woods in front of Guocheng Temple.

　　The white cat rarely jumped out of Zhao Layue's arms, spread his four legs on the ground, lowered his back, and stretched a sincere waist.

　　 Jing Jiu reached out and lifted it up and put it on his shoulder. It felt a little uncomfortable, and then climbed up again.

　　 Looking at the eaves of the Huangsi Temple getting closer and closer, Zhao Layue asked: "Healers are kind, monks do E, I can understand, but will it delay practice?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "Zen Buddhism cultivates the mind. For the monks who adhere to this path, this is practice, which is better than death reading the scriptures."

　　 "This little boy is reasonable, it seems that it must be from a famous school..."

　　The scholar monk from Guocheng Temple greeted him with a smile.

　　 Achievements in cultivating the Tao, Jing Jiu still looks like the boy in white clothes back then, and his appearance has not changed.

　　 Zhike Seng looked at his face and couldn't praise him anymore. When he saw a white cat lying on Jing Jiu's head, the corners of his lips twitched even more.

　　 "I don't know the visitor...Ah, could it be Master Jing Jiu from Qingshan?"

　　The Zhike Seng finally thought of who the other party might be.

　　 Jing Jiu made a sound.

　　The Zhike Monk looked at Zhao Layue again, and found that the girl had a lovely face, white clothes as clean as snow, black hair and braided hair. She was very beautiful. She wanted to swim side by side with the indifferent Master Jing Jiu. It must be Fairy Bai Zao from the Zhongzhou School, and the younger generation of strong men from the two leaders of Zhengdao came to visit at the same time. What happened?

　　 No matter what kind of temple it is, they are all those who are quick-minded and quick to speak. Guocheng Temple is no exception. He thought about it and said it.

　　 "I don't know the white fairy..."

　　 "Zhao Layue."

　　The knowledgeable monk was so ashamed that he woke up, so ashamed, he quickly saluted, then turned to look at Jing Jiu and said, "I wonder if the two Qingshan fairy masters are coming?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "Find someone."

　　 Zhike Seng thought that the relationship between this temple and Qingshan has always been mediocre. The only thing is that Zenzi and Shenmofeng have always been close to each other, so he quickly said: "Chanzi went to Baicheng."

　　 Jing Jiu said, "I'm looking for a monk."

　　The Zhike Seng couldn't wait to pull his own two mouths, lowered his head and stretched out his hand, intending not to say a word again.

　　 walking towards the temple with Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue, the known guest monk gradually calmed down, feeling that the matter was a bit strange.

　　 You must know that Dachang Monk is the reclusive elder in the back temple, and few people outside know his existence.

　　 But since the teacher in the temple didn't stop him, he naturally wouldn't do anything.

　　Walking through the temples of the former temple, crossing the secluded stone road in the forest, among the pine waves, I saw a piece of Tallinn.

　　 Jing Jiu glanced over there.

　　 continued walking for a long time, and came to the deepest part of Guocheng Temple, where the mountains and forests were more secluded, and there were no birds singing. They finally saw a meditation hall.

　　 The meditation hall does not occupy a large area, and the architecture is a bit old. Compared with the meditation halls passing by along the road, it is a bit newer.

　　The Zhike monk sent them to the meditation hall, but he dared not go in again.

　　 Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked into the meditation hall and saw an old monk who was sweeping the fallen leaves.

　　 That old monk was the great monk he was looking for.

　　The Great Monk was a little surprised, and asked: "Why are the two looking for me?"

　　 Jing Jiu looked at the old monk, thinking about his appearance three hundred years ago, and said calmly: "I am Jing Jiu, the emperor should have told you."

　　The Great Monk frowned slightly and said: "I don't know what your majesty is to you, but I am the one who works for the royal family, and that's what you ordered."

　　 Jing Jiu said, "I want to participate in Zen here."

　　 The Great Monk was a little surprised, and asked: "Here?"

　　 Jing Jiu ignored him and walked to the backyard of the Zen room on the fallen leaves.

　　 There are a few quiet rooms here, there are two pools, there are rain corridors around, and there is a small tower in the courtyard.

　　 The small tower is made of gray stone~IndoMTL.com~ with some moss growing on it, it looks very inconspicuous.

　　 Jing Jiu stood quietly in front of the tower, without speaking for a long time.

　　 The Great Monk looked at this scene, feeling a little strange, but thinking about the encyclical of His Majesty the Emperor many years ago, he quietly exited the courtyard without much trouble.

　　 Zhao Layue walked to him and stood with him.

　　 Jing Jiu said: "This is the emperor's spiritual bone tower."

　　 Zhao Layue had already guessed something vaguely, and she was still surprised at this time.

　　 The former **** emperor suspended his throne and retired to Guocheng Temple as a monk.

　　 The legend that has been circulated in Chaotian Continent for more than two hundred years is true!

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　　 (Note: tens of thousands of flying swords, burning, time, river, blade runner, the last line I will always use the Dao Chaotian. I used to think that such a clear tribute didn’t need to be said at all. How stupid it was to come out, but then I discovered that some children themselves hadn't seen these things that everyone should have seen, and they felt that I was plagiarizing. It’s really an idiot saying, I’m speechless when I think about it, so I declare it here. Also, the small green bottle in Luohuainan has been broken. I forgot when I wrote it. Thanks for the reader’s correction. Yesterday, it was revised as soon as possible.)

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