Chapter 984: Not to be passed on

Chapter 984: Not to be passed on

After getting the old immortal's approval, Shou He put away the Blood God Halberd in his hand.

The blood and energy all over his body were like the receding tide.

"Please."

The door opened.

The warriors of Qingyi Building stood on both sides.

"Wait here."

Emperor Tang An, wearing a Taoist robe, settled his junior brother from Pixia Temple beside him.

As a Taoist senior brother, all Taoist monks must call him senior brother.

"I will follow your orders."

Zhou Jue bowed and saluted, then stood aside with his hands down, as if he was a gatekeeper, without the wanton and arrogant look just now.

He immediately looked at the back of the Taoist senior brother, and then moved to the monk in Jinlan cassock, frowned slightly, and realized that the situation seemed not good.

"Master, please go first?"

Emperor Tang An walked to the door and looked at the monk.

The monk chanted Amitabha and said with a smile: "Daoyou, please go first."

"A gentleman should be courteous, but I am not a gentleman. That's what scholars call themselves."

Emperor Tang An smiled indifferently.

Although he read the classics of the three religions, he did not call himself a scholar.

What is the purpose of studying?

Reading is to become an official.

What kind of official does a layman want to be.

So, Emperor Tang An stepped over the threshold without courtesy and walked straight to the hall.

Xuan Nan smiled slightly.

He was not a scholar either, he was a monk.

"Amitabha." Xuan Nan walked into the hall with Buddhist etiquette.

His eyes moved around before he retracted them. The layout of this hall should have been instructed by a master and personally made.

Thinking of the offerings in this hall, Xuan Nan's eyes flashed with understanding, and he sighed: "The rise and fall of the great way should be like this."

Yanjun Hall.

The dark gold color on his body dissipated, and the beggar sat on the main seat.

The monk and the Taoist priest approached, and the beggar opened his eyes and watched the two young men slowly approaching. The beggar lowered his eyelids and could not see the brilliance in his eyes.

But.

The two young men all bowed respectfully.

One was the Taoist’s respect for the Tao, and the other was the Western Buddha’s respect.

The beggar suddenly laughed.

“I am not the Wuliangzun of your Taoism, nor the old Buddha of Buddhism. Why do you see me with such great courtesy?”

“I am willing to become your disciple.”

Emperor Tang An blurted out.

The beggar was speechless.

“Amitabha, I am here to learn the divine law of the Heavenly Lord by the order of my master.”

Xuan Nan did not hide it.

He did not laugh at Emperor Tang An, because the people in front of him had enough to make them go further. They were all seeds of their respective families, and they had reached the peak of the third step, and they were just one step away from the final step.

“Divine law?”

The beggar’s thoughts seemed to fly back to ancient times.

At that time, he did possess the supreme divine law and created the supreme reputation. He retracted his thoughts and looked at his current body. He did not talk about the divine law.

He called: "Come on."

"Serve tea!"

The ghost saint sitting in the back hall was speechless.

This old ghost really regarded the Yama Temple as his own dojo.

Tu Shanjun stood up.

He personally boiled spring water to make tea.

Then he walked in from the back hall and put the tea bowl on the table where the two young men sat.

"Monk?"

Emperor Tang An took a look and stopped paying attention.

He had seen too many monks, and there were many talented and talented people.

He had seen all kinds of people.

There was nothing to pay attention to about an ordinary servant, and he would not pay too much attention to him, so he turned his eyes back to the beggar.

"Amitabha."

Xuan Nan nodded slightly. He did not see any difference in this monk. The only difference was his eyes, which were too calm and indifferent, as if he did not care about the content of their conversation at all.

Xuan Nan could not help but whisper.

Maybe this is why ordinary people cannot see the real Buddha.

Even if the opportunity is in front of him, he cannot tell whether it is an opportunity.

After serving tea to the two young men, Tu Shanjun stood beside the beggars, looking like a temple priest.

"It is okay if the Heavenly King does not teach."

"Please ask the Heavenly King to fight with the younger generation once and give me some advice." Emperor Tang An said firmly.

While speaking, he stood up, bowed and said: "The junior will never forget the great kindness of the Heavenly Lord. If the senior has the idea of ​​reincarnation and cultivation, our Taoist sect will certainly open the door for the senior."

Xuan Nan said at the right time: "Amitabha, the Buddha said that if the Heavenly Lord enters my Western Paradise, he will also sit on the lotus platform."

"Old saying."

The beggar did not blink, and said lightly: "I am different from you."

"The junior knows."

Xuan Nan put his hands together.

Emperor Tang An asked: "Don't you think it's a pity for the Heavenly Lord?"

"It's not a pity to lose it, but it's a pity to pass it on to the world and ruin it."

The beggar shook his head slightly.

Emperor Tang An opened his mouth, but said nothing, bowed his head and said: "I'm bothering you."

He still didn't drink the tea on the table, and even felt a little embarrassed to stay here, but he had no other purpose, he really wanted to learn.

"He left, don't you leave?"

The beggar looked at Xuan Nan.

"Amitabha." Xuan Nan moved his eyes to the huge statue and said, "In the Great Dao War, Senior was victorious but eventually fell into the mortal world. I only saw a little bit of that ancient war in rumors. Meeting Senior today can be regarded as a wish come true."

"It's a pity..."

Xuan Nan bowed and left without finishing his words.

It wasn't until both of them left the restraints of the formation that the red-haired Ghost Saint on the side spoke: "Both of them are good. Although they belong to a Taoist sect and a Buddhist sect, if you have to choose a successor, choose one to avoid losing your Taoist tradition. In the end, there is no one who misses you.”

The beggar looked calm but equally determined: "Don't pass it on!"

"I don't need anyone to miss me either."

Why should things from the old era be passed on to people of the new era?

In fact, the beggar has already said the answer. He would rather lose it than let the world ruin his things.

Tushanjun looked at him with admiration.

When I first saw the beggar’s playful face, I thought he was not a serious person. But now it seems that my initial impression was wrong.

It doesn't matter to him whether the opponent passes or not, Tushanjun just wants to guard the peach tree now.

When the peaches are ripe, you can pick them and leave.

It doesn't matter what kind of magic or magic it is.

"What I said is true." The beggar fetched a bucket and washed his messy hair on the spot.

He continued: "Only the Innate God can exert the most powerful power of the Divine Law of the Innate God. Even the Houtian God cannot fully exert it, let alone those monks."

"They have their own way and way. If they learn my way, they won't become immortals."

"What will that be?"

"Become a god."

"God, what a great word, but that was in the past." The beggar washed away the dirt on his body and said at the same time: "In a serious sense, becoming a god is not allowed by the immortal world. In a novel, I just don't want to."

“I don’t want my things to become the object of their research.”

"I'm not that generous."

"It's all here."

The beggar pointed at his head: "I just won't pass it on!"

"It's you."

"how do I."

"What the hell are you?"

The beggar looked at Tushanjun carefully. At first he thought that Tushanjun was also a person who wanted to become a god, but then he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He should be a powerful monk who controlled a treasure specially designed to deal with the souls of gods.

Looking at it again, why does it look so much like a weapon spirit?

Tu Shanjun sneered: "I didn't ask about your origins, but you asked me first."

"I'm curious."

"I'm not curious."

"At least I have some respect for my seniors. Look at the children from that sect and the Buddhist sect. They all have a heavenly king. They all follow the etiquette of a junior. Besides, you still live in my temple."

The beggar, who had washed away his dirt, put on a dark gold robe, revealing a resolute face.

The nose is like a hanging gallbladder, the lips are square and the mouth is wide.

The face is straight and the eyes are attentive.

He truly looks like a god.

Tu Shanjun still respects the elders, but he really doesn't want others to find out where he comes from.

He smiled and said: "They asked for something from you, but I didn't. If I hadn't reshaped you into a golden body, you would still be a lonely ghost out there."

"OK."

The beggar returned angrily.

God had to bow his head under the roof.

"You still don't know how to call me senior?"

"Shouldn't you state your name first before asking others?"

"My name is Tushanjun."

"Tushan?"

The beggar is only slightly different. The ancient fox tribe did not have such a powerful treasure.

"In the past, I was called the God of Zhengfa Yama."

"Just call me Yan Tianjun."

"How should I help Tianjun get out of trouble?"

Yan Tianjun was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Tushanjun to ask such a question: "When the divine blood is completely absorbed by the magical medicine and the flat peach sacred tree recovers its vitality, I will be out of trouble."

"But you should be prepared. When I get out of trouble, I may cause trouble for you."

"Whatever it takes to get involved, just get the divine blood seed and the divine medicine."

Tushanjun did not have such worries.

Opportunities often come with great crises.

Now that we have a narrow escape from death, we must not retreat from what we have to face.

In the past, Tushanjun also thought about hiding. It is always good to hide, but he found that many things could not be avoided on the first day of the lunar month but not on the 15th day of the lunar month.

These things had been anticipated when he planted the magic medicine.

Now he only hopes that the divine blood can make the peaches ripe.

Then Shou He took his qi and blood martial arts a step further and blazed his own path.

"What does Tianjun think of the current Qi and Blood Martial Arts?"

"It's not really martial arts."

…

Seeing Senior Brother Dao Sect walk out of the door, Zhou Jue, who was guarding the door, hurried to greet him, lowered his voice and asked, "Senior Brother, can you handle the matter?"

When the words came to his lips, he immediately regretted that he shouldn't have asked more. Didn't he see that the Buddhist monk hadn't come out yet?

Whoever stayed in the temple should know that things were not going well for Tang Anhuang.

Now he asked whether it was precisely which pot should not be opened and which pot should be picked up.

It is also easy to make Taoist brothers unhappy.

Emperor An of the Tang Dynasty did not express his anger at Zhou Jue, but took out a jade slip, closed his eyes and described it before saying, "Look up the origin of this person."

"check?"

Zhou Jue caught the jade slip in surprise.

"Let's go."

Emperor Tang An looked back at the temple and turned around without hesitation.

Opportunity is something that belongs to you.

Even if it’s not your own, you can still compete for it.

Now that we have fought and there is nothing we can do about it, staying here shamelessly will only make us a laughing stock.

He didn't want to rack his brains to get the secret to becoming a god.

It’s okay if you can’t become a god, just be fine if you can become an immortal.

"I wish I could have been born when I was attacking the sky."

Tang Anhuang shook his head and left.