I am immortal

The Taoist Seven Treasures Bagua Furnace is suspended in the void, and the [Six Ding Divine Fire] that is several times more powerful than the [Samadhi True Fire] is burning blazingly. The terrifying high temperature is enough to refine even the immortals to death, but now it is just trapped in Under the Bagua stove, a handsome Taoist wearing a blue Taoist robe with water cloud patterns sat on a futon and took a nap lazily.

One of the two children is there.

He is holding a fan made like a banana to fan the wind.

The other one is guarding the lobby of Xuandu Temple in Zifu.

They are all very busy.

This handsome Taoist was lazy, as if he was taking a nap, and he murmured in a low voice: "The nature of the five elements is formed in heaven, and there are also human beings who can't make it mysterious. The universe is a great furnace, and Yin and Yang cook themselves."

"My cauldron, water and fire, stole it all."

"Ha, what a great pill!"

"It's better this time, it's better this time... It took me half a month, but I finally got the elixir."

Master Xuandu stood up with a smile and sensed that the five qi had gathered in the alchemy furnace and the medicinal power in it had surged. So he knew that this furnace of elixirs was about to be refined, so he ordered the boy to collect the elixirs. At this moment, a voice suddenly came. The child who was still in the front hall of Xuandu Temple in Zi Mansion had a voice before he came:

"Arch Mage, Arch Mage, it's trouble, it's trouble again!"

Master Xuandu swept the dust with his whisk and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

"But so panicked."

"Ha... disasters are only mine to cause trouble to others. Who can cause trouble to me?"

The handsome little Taoist boy in blue gasped for air, his face flushed. He bowed first, then turned around and pointed at the main hall and said, "But the name on the jade wall above the main hall has changed again. It's the same as last time, I don't know if there are any changes..." Before he finished speaking, the figure of Qingjun Taoist disappeared in front of him, leaving only two Taoist boys stunned and looking at each other.

So he followed quickly.

Before the jade, the Taoist didn't know how to appear.

With a sweep of the whisk, several warriors retreated. He strode forward, staring at the jade with a pair of phoenix eyes. He saw the word "Xuanwei" faintly glowing, and the energy emanating from it was sharp and pure, and he could bear to endure it. He couldn't help stroking his palms and exclaiming: "Okay, okay, he is worthy of being a person valued by the teacher. His name is only a few years old, and he has already made a breakthrough..."

"It seems that it will be just around the corner for him to come to Xuandu Temple and meet me."

"Huh? But this breath, it's a pity, it's a pity."

"Is it just an innate Qi level?"

Master Xuandu was surprised, and then he saw the word Xuanwei, exuding a stream of deep and rich Qi. So he stretched out his finger, gently brushed the name on the jade bi, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Interesting, he has entered the [Eight Difficulties], and it seems that it is not just the ordinary [Eight Difficulties]. How can this boy's Eight Difficulties have such a strong [Tribulation] spirit?"

The two Taoist boys came over.

After hearing this, they couldn't help but look at each other, both surprised.

First of all, the Eight Difficulties often have to be encountered by real people.

After passing it, you can hope to become an Earth Immortal or a higher level.

After accumulating Taoism, he received the talisman of the Emperor of Heaven and became an immortal.

This Uncle Xuanwei seems to have only one innate talent, so he is not as good as them.

Why did you encounter eight difficulties?

Secondly, in the Eight Difficulties for cultivators, how can one have [tribulation] energy?

Not everyone can use the word tribulation.

Feeling puzzled for a moment, the boy on the left stepped forward and saluted and asked, with a hint of worry in his tone, saying: "Great Master, you said that Uncle Xuanwei encountered eight difficulties, but the eight difficulties are not [avoiding disasters and avoiding disasters]" 】method? It shouldn’t be a big problem for Master Xuanwei, right?”

Grand Master Xuandu seemed to be in a good mood. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "You little boy, you don't know anything."

"The Eight Difficulties are things that cultivators must go through. There are two ways to deal with them; one is to have a true transmission, and one's own soul is clear and sharp, and one can predict the appearance of one's Eight Difficulties in advance and avoid them in advance. This is [ The method of avoiding disasters is like being clairvoyant and hearing the wind. He is an expert in this way."

"Of course, if you have a premonition of disaster, whether you can avoid it or not is another matter. It depends on your own methods."

"The other kind is that one's spirit is turbid, and he or she is in trouble without realizing it. They are just like fallen leaves falling into flowing water, coming and going with the current. If you are lucky, you may regret it after experiencing it and turn around. If you are not lucky, , you will fall into disaster, your soul will be ignorant, and although your life will be intact, you will not have access to the great path."

"The eight difficulties of Taoism are not the three disasters."

"It will only harm the great road, but it will not cause it to perish."

The Taoist boy asked curiously: "Is Uncle Xuanwei the second type?"

Master Xuandu said: "No."

Taoist Qingjun made some calculations with his fingers, and then he seemed a little surprised. There was a lot of appreciation in his tone:

"After he clearly perceived the eight difficulties, he did not avoid or retreat, and took the initiative to respond to the disaster."

"Be aware."

"This is my junior brother."

"Wonderful, wonderful, hahaha, with such a foundation, a dream of yellow beams can become the soul, the rotation of the sun and the moon can create the vitality, a bucket of rhubarb buds can make up for the essence, but it can be achieved with infinite The wonderful method enters the innate Qi, which is inaction; and when it takes the initiative to move into calamity, it is action. The thing between action and non-action is the Tao."

"Hahaha, he's my junior brother!"

The two Taoist boys couldn't help but be surprised.

The previous Taishang Patriarch also accepted disciples, but Grand Master Xuandu's attitude was quite cold. Even the previous time he went to the Third Master Shangqing to chat and drink tea, it seemed that he was just for the Taishang lineage. Although he has a good face, he has never expressed such admiration to anyone, and has never said such words as "He is my junior brother".

But the handsome Taoist held his palms and admired it for a moment, then suddenly said: "It's broken."

"Taking the initiative to respond to the calamity and trying to break out of it, although it is not the original intention, it also corresponds to the meaning of Uncle Shangqing's [The Way to Destroy Calamity], etc..."

"Junior brother, why does he also practice swordsmanship?"

After saying these words, Master Xuandu's expression changed a bit.

He swept the dust away and said, "Tong'er, take my supreme majesty, Wuji's majesty, and come over the mountain to seal it!"

The boy was dumbfounded: "Great Master, the alchemy furnace wants..."

Master Xuandu said: "Go and get it quickly."

"You, go and get my golden fairy rope."

"Arch mage, alchemy furnace..."

"Devil-Conquering Gold Brick!"

"And also brought me the green cow's diamond bracelet."

Master Xuandu picked up the thing in his hand, sneered a few times, and said: "This time I want to leave a handy object next to my hand. If the three masters of Shangqing want to move again, they will move three mountains over in an instant, and they will all do it." We blocked the door of his house and let's see what he does. The three of them are just teaching disciples. I have experience in all realms and have led the heavenly army and killed demons. When it comes to fighting, who is afraid of whom?"

After a while, several magic weapons were in hand, but a boy came running over crying: "Great Master, Great Master."

"It's a disaster, it's a disaster!"

"That pot of pills exploded again."

Archmage Xuandu opened his mouth.

I just feel that the word "Xuanwei" is really eye-catching, and it is true -

"What a disaster..."

The Archmage was heartbroken:

"Brother's elixir!"

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On the second day after Qi Wuhuo left the village, another extremely luxuriously decorated carriage arrived. The tall horses were all as tall as the others, and their black fur was as smooth as satin. The carriage was also luxuriously decorated, and there were countless numbers on the front and back. Famous horsemen followed. Although these horsemen were only wearing ordinary clothes, their backs were straight, their eyes were like lightning, and they were as intimidating as if they were wearing heavy armor.

The people in the village were frightened.

Although everyone came out to see the movement, they all looked fearful and did not dare to step forward.

These people are here to find the old man with a broken leg.

How strange.

No one cared about him when he was alive, but after his death there was an endless stream of people looking for him. The horse pulling the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, and then walked out a young man wearing black clothes, with a pale complexion and facial features like a woman. He seemed to be in poor health. Well, I often coughed and was supported by others. I came to the place where the old man was buried. He seemed to identify the location, then lowered his eyes and said lightly:

"Dig it."

"yes!"

The old lieutenant was stunned, pushed away the people, stepped forward, and said angrily: "What are you doing?!"

"Grave digging?!"

"Who are you?! Is there any more royal law, is there any justice?!"

"roll!"

"If you don't get out of here..."

The young man waved his hand casually, and a rider drew out his riding whip and swept it hard. The tip of the whip made a harsh sound, which made people's scalp numb. Then it hit the ground in front of Lao Li Chang hard. He mentioned it casually, and there was a blast. There were cracks, and the force knocked the old man to the ground, and his back hit the ground firmly.

For a moment, Lao Lichang felt that his mind went blank, and then a sense of soreness filled his body, as if his bones had been broken.

I couldn't move my body, my bones were cracked, and if I moved I felt like they were going to penetrate my flesh.

The young man said calmly: "Does a common man dare to call himself a king?"

"Open the coffin."

The people in the village gathered around the old village leader, but they were too angry to say anything about what the young man was about to do.

These horsemen, who looked like tigers and wolves, worked together and quickly dug up the grave of the old man with a broken leg and lifted up the coffin. After opening it, the young man in rich clothes with a fair face that did not look like a man took a few steps forward. Leaning over and looking at the old man, the young man lowered his eyes slightly and sighed: "He is really dead."

"You should have no regrets after living seven more years, right?"

He picked up the loyal and brave belt card again.

Looking through the contents of the suicide note he left behind, he only gave simple instructions and did not reveal anything about it.

He also has a secret agent in the city and knows the old man's life in the village in the past seven years.

When he was in the army, he had a good personality and had many friends. He almost never lost his temper. However, when he came to this village later, it seemed that because of his broken leg, his temper became violent and he often cursed people. No one in this village gets along well with him.

No one wants to see him.

The suicide note also looked like this. As expected, the incident was never revealed.

The young man twirled his fingers with a calm mind.

"I deliberately pretended to be irritable and refused to make friends with the people in this village."

"Is it to protect this village after your death?"

"After all, if someone makes friends with you, then our family will have to worry about what you will say."

"At that time, your kindness was so great that no matter how unwilling our family was, we had no choice but to silence him."

He sighed and said:

"Those who survive on the battlefield of life and death are not just brainless Stinky Qiuba."

To be honest, one of the 600,000 Xuanjia troops rebelled, which eventually led to the Xuanjia troops guarding that part of the city dying in civil strife, with 70% of them dead or injured, and being thrown into the Jinzhou battlefield for violating military orders.

If the commander of the Xuanjia Army had not risked his life to protect his soldiers, these remnants of the soldiers would not be alive today. The saint had just ascended the throne in order to maintain stability. The commander spent half his life fighting against the demon kingdom. He can be said to be the pillar of the country. In addition, although [that matter] was completed back then, it had already caused dissatisfaction among many aristocratic families headed by the Five Surnames and Seven Sects.

He had no choice but to accept his checks and balances, not to kill these remnant soldiers, but to let them disarm and return to their fields.

Now that I saw this man dead, I felt relieved.

"It will save us the trouble."

"No need to 'send' you."

The young man looked around and asked, "Doesn't he still have a sword?"

"I probably bought some wine and pawned it off."

"I see."

"It's really a dead end."

The young man whispered, his voice a little thin and feminine, different from that of a man, then he coughed a few times and covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief.

He waved his hand casually and said calmly: "[Sacrifice one's life for the country and be loyal to the king]."

"It would be too thin to be buried on the mountain."

"Choose another place."

"A grand burial."

The rest of the people accepted the offer.

He walked past the old captain, just nodded, and said calmly: "An old friend from back then, he was also a captain in the army. We have to see him no matter what."

He reached into his arms, took it out, and hung it in the air.

Open your hands.

Several silver melon seeds fell from the sky, scattered in threes and fours, and landed in the dust in front of the old man.

He wrote lightly:

"Just now our family has been offended a lot."

"These coins are for you."

"Take it."