Laoshan Taoist Chapter 175: The veteran calamity
The main hall of the Sanqing Temple in Laoshan is called the Sanqing Hall, and it is used for morning pilgrimages for disciples, or for the master to give lectures and preaching.
The side hall is divided into the left side hall and the right side hall. The Taiqing Hall on the left and the Shangqing Hall on the right are each enshrined by a patriarch. They used to be pasted portraits. The stone statues have been chiseled half a year ago. In the Taiqing Palace.
He retreats for a year, and only leaves the customs a month ago. At that time, the minister sent by the emperor to give a reward wanted to see him, but failed to get what he wanted.
His original name was Yuheng Zhenren, and the emperor thought he was highly respected, and he taught a good apprentice and gave him a special gift of "Tonghui Huixiansheng Zhenrui".
"Master, disciple Yunzhongliu, please see you!"
The door of the Partial Hall was half-empty, and Yun Zhongliu came forward to see him at this moment.
"Come in!"
There was a voice from inside, loud and powerful.
However, when Wang Yan heard it, there was a faint suspicion in his heart.
Perhaps I heard it wrong, and immediately put aside the doubts, Yun Zhongliu pushed open a door, leading Wang Yan into the side hall.
"Master, who do you see is back!"
In the center of the side hall, the old road faces the stone statue of the patriarch, sitting on the futon.
After hearing the words, his body slowly turned around from the futon, his eyes half closed and half opened, as if he hadn't been awake, and looked hazy.
But the moment I saw Wang Yan, he suddenly opened, a gleam of light appeared, his expression changed slightly, and he was a little surprised.
The hair and beard are still as pale as before, but the only difference is that his face now has a touch of oldness.
"Wang Yan!"
He called out, but his voice was very low.
"Master, disciple Wang Yan pays respects to Master!"
Wang Yan stepped forward and knelt down with a "plop".
"Wang Yan! Get up, get up quickly."
Old Dao stretched out his hand, seemingly urgent, calling him to get up.
Wang Yan respectfully worshipped him three times, and then he got up and stood aside. As he looked at him, he felt that his body seemed to be wrong, and his breath was no longer smooth.
A little bit more, the body's vitality is leaking out, and the organ function is also attenuating. It seems that the body has been burned by the fire, which is very strange.
This situation and situation made Wang Yan's affection not help but think of one thing.
His complexion gradually darkened, his brows frowned, his mind was all on the old Dao, and he didn't even notice that he could perceive the aura of the old Dao, and even found out his Taoist cultivation.
What is going on here? Why is this happening?
"Mid-stream, you go ahead! No surprises, all the disciples who have gone out to practice these days will come back, but you will have to work hard!"
The old Dao suddenly looked at the cloud stream on the side and told him.
"Yes! Share the worries for the master, the disciples don't work hard!"
Yun Zhongliu bowed to the old Dao, then looked at Wang Yan, then went out and left, and at the same time closed the door very interestingly.
After he left, the old way sneered, his eyes sharp.
"Wang Yan, you have a good life, dare to explore the breath of a teacher!"
As soon as this statement came out, Wang Yan reacted and hurriedly bowed his hands in salute.
"The disciple dare not! It's just...Master, your body..."
Old Dao waved his hand and interrupted him directly.
"Fine! Now that you have seen through, I don’t bother to conceal it as a teacher! Congratulations, your kid turned out to be a fairy in one fell swoop!"
The old Dao looked at Wang Yan, showing satisfaction between his eyebrows.
The apprentice under my own hand will be able to see a disciple who will become immortal in his lifetime. The future can be expected and he will have no regrets in this life.
"Thanks to Master's blessing, the disciples were lucky enough to survive the catastrophe."
Wang Yan is neither humble nor overbearing, and he is not so proud of it.
"Master, what is going on with your body?"
Wang Yan was still a little worried, and couldn't wait to ask.
"Hahahaha... it's okay, it's just... the deadline is approaching, your master is not doing enough, you can't avoid this disaster!"
Old Dao laughed bitterly and sighed helplessly.
"What? This...how is this possible?"
Wang Yan's heart was startled, his face was shocked, and his face was unbelievable.
"Master, please don't joke with your disciples. You have been practicing for hundreds of years, but the existence of Dengxian, where is the end of it coming?"
Wang Yan smiled strongly, forcibly stabilized his mind, cast a spell again to probe him all over, trying to confirm that this was not true.
"Stupid boy, all mortals are born, old, sick, and die. Even if they enter the Taoist cultivator, even if they become immortals, but if they can't avoid the three plagues and can't live with the world, there will be a day when they will die. Ah!"
The old way forcibly used the exercises, which directly blocked Wang Yan's detection, but this also caused his vitality to leak even more severely.
"Master..."
Wang Yan fell to his knees again, and he couldn't accept it.
I remember when Master taught him the Thirty-Six Laws of Tiangang, I once asked him, how many immortals he has been practicing for so long?
At that time, the old Dao just made a haha, and then stalled.
On the one hand, I didn’t want to lose face in front of his apprentice. On the other hand, his Taoism and practice are really not worth mentioning.
I didn't expect Wang Yan today to be able to detect it easily.
Master is actually like him, he is also a human immortal, but the current cultivation base only leaks the Taoism in the early stage of refining the gods and returning to the virtual state, and the vitality in the body is still leaking continuously, which is simply uncontrollable. .
This is the result of one of the three plagues of fire.
Using the body of a mortal, to cultivate into the Immortal Dao and compete for the good luck of heaven and earth, this is against the sky. To achieve the immortal Dao, not only has to overcome all kinds of disasters, the most terrifying of them is the "three plagues". .
The Three Plagues, also known as the Three Plagues! It is also the disaster of lightning, fire, and wind!
Moreover, one disaster is more severe than one disaster, and one disaster is more terrifying than one disaster.
Thunder disaster, to put it bluntly, is the thunder calamity, the first step to becoming a celestial being, crossing the past to become a human being and being a celestial being.
Wang Yan has already crossed it before~IndoMTL.com~ This is also the easiest.
After the lightning disaster, there is a fire.
The fire mentioned here is neither a sky fire nor an extraordinary fire. Instead, it is called a yin fire, which burns from its own Yongquan acupuncture point, goes straight through the mud palace, burns its internal organs into ashes, and its limbs are rotten. The thousand years of asceticism are all illusions.
As for this third plague, the wind disaster, this wind is not the wind from the southeast to the northwest, nor is it the wind of smoky gold, nor the wind of flowers, willows, pine, and bamboo. It is called the Emu Wind.
Blow into the six fu-organs from the fontanelle, cross the pubic area, wear the nine orifices, the flesh and blood will disappear, and the body will be self-explanatory, and the power of it does not need to be explained.
Thunder disasters can't be avoided, and at best they can be reincarnation. If the following two disasters cannot be avoided, the lighter is the death of the body and the heavy is directly scattered.
The current situation of the old Dao is obviously burned by the fire. Perhaps it is because he is not able to stop or avoid him. He has no choice but to look away, let it go, and sit here and wait for death!
He hurriedly summoned his disciples back. The Jiazi's On the Dao Ceremony may be just a pretense. The real goal is that he will not achieve it.