The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 40: Cover your ears, the thunder will still sing

"That's it."

Ancestor Xuanyin stood in the sea breeze, gently touched his sparse hair, and let out a sigh of emotion: "It's really unfair."

Cao Yuan was originally the strongest person in Chaotian Continent. He cultivated into a golden body, gained the celestial energy in Jingyang's body, and learned the imperial soul and fire... How can he fight this?

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Cao Yuan said to him: "As long as you want, you can cultivate into a golden body at any time."

This is the meaning of persuading surrender.

"That's too bitter, and I always think it makes no sense."

The ancestor Xuan Yin said: "If you can become a Buddha in this way, don't you have to pick up the butcher knife first?"

Cao Yuan thought for a while and said, "It seems that this is really unreasonable, I will take it back."

The ancestor Xuanyin laughed and said: "I have never seen such an interesting and honest person like you."

Cao Yuan said: "I just think you are right. This battle is indeed a bit unfair."

The ancestor Xuan Yin narrowed his smile and said: "The world is unfair. The righteous sects have excellent spiritual veins, but we only have mixed and impure spiritual veins, so we have to take other ways. In your eyes, it is said that Guocheng Temple allows doctors and monks to use their painstaking Zen techniques to treat mortals. How can this be fair?"

Cao Yuan was puzzled, and asked: "Saving the dying and helping the wounded, the strong helping the weak, isn't this just a remedy for unfairness?"

The ancestor Xuanyin said with a serious face: "Mortals are called mortals if they can't survive. What do you have to do with monks in the monastery to treat them? People admire you, but I don't. Have you ever asked those heaven and earth auras? Are you willing to ascend with the practitioners, or consume them on the sores and bones, for the mortals to survive? Have you ever asked the monks in the monastery if they really want to do this? Even if there is only one person, they don’t want to do it for a moment, then You are not fair to him."

Cao Yuan was a little surprised and said: "So you really believe in Taiping's statement."

The ancestor Xuanyin spit on the ground, and there was a small hole in the cliff: "If I don't believe in the real person, what will I do with him for so many years?"

Cao Yuan said with emotion: "The whole practice world is waiting to see when you will give him a fatal blow. I didn't expect to see you by mistake."

After Kou Qingtong died in Chaoge City, looking at the evil ways in the world, there was only such a great thing as the ancestor Xuanyin. No one believes that such a big man will be sincerely willing to be a dog for Taiping Zhenren, thinking that he is confined to the threat of the Qingshan sword formation, and has to wait behind him.

"My life has been arrogant, the scenery has been... and it has been dismal. They all said that the kid over there is the best hole-punching guy in the world. In fact, how can he match me?"

The ancestor Xuanyin squinted his eyes and looked at the scenery on the sea. He looked through his sparse hair and saw a ship in the distance.

I think that the ship will go far away, but I don’t know where the destination is.

Countless pictures of hundreds of years flashed through the thin hair, gradually merged with the ship on the sea, and passed away.

Those images are either cruel and evil, or arrogant and inexhaustible, but most of them are dark.

It was the underground without the sky, even the magma could not be seen. He could only find the direction with his divine sense, digging the soil and rocks with his own hands, avoiding the search of the green mountain sword formation, and then in the underground. Getting deeper and deeper, many times even he himself almost lost his way. It was that feeling when he never made his head.

I heard the flute sound outside the cliff that day, and knew the identity of the other party. Instead of hating him, he had the urge to cry bitterly.

As long as he can leave the ground and see the sky again, he can do whatever he wants.

Of course, no one wants to be a dog, let alone a master-level figure like him who once commanded evil spirits.

He follows the real person Taiping, always thinking about finding the opportunity to give the opponent a fatal blow. Bi Ruo became the hoof in the temple, the fat monk who looked like the hoof... It just failed. Do you want to keep trying? Just as the world guessed, staring at Taiping’s back with green light in his eyes and salivating from the corners of his lips, he was ready to rush to bite his ankle and drag him into the endless abyss...

This dog wandered around the world with the real Taiping, and then a chicken was added and continued to wander.

Wandering, stray.

The old dog is really old.

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The ancestor Xuanyin didn't tell Cao Yuan about his mental journey over the years. It was unnecessary, and it was really ridiculous. He took out the jug and porcelain cup from his sleeve, poured a glass of dark green oily wine into it, and drank it at a very slow speed, and then let out a very contented sigh, with a bit of intoxication. Yi said: "I haven't been to the upper realm. I don't know if what a real person said is true, but I think what he said is very interesting. It is also interesting after more than a hundred years, and the wine is really delicious. Human Race Do you think I will care if I face the disaster of extinction? Is it good for me to eat people? I just think this is a big thing, so big that I can forget those fears."

Cao Yuan looked at him and asked, "What kind of fear?"

The ancestor Xuanyin threw the flask and wine glass over the cliff and said: "The purpose of practice is to transcend life and death, and the purpose of mortal religion is life and death."

The purpose or meaning of all behaviors ultimately can only fall on the two words of life and death.

Cao Yuan understood what he meant, and said: "Everything is like..."

"Like your thunder and lightning, dreams!" The ancestor Xuanyin didn't let him finish speaking, and sternly shouted: "No matter what you say to Lao Tzu, it's nothing to say, what is the feeling of an ascendant, I am in the Guocheng Temple After listening to the scriptures for decades, I understand no less than you. I only know that no matter how the Buddha sees it or how others see it, I am me, and my existence is my existence. It is confirmed that I cannot ascend, seeing the night before, of course Lao Tzu will Afraid!"

Cao Yuan was silent for a long time and said, "So you need to do this."

"Yes, what about destroying the world... Do you think it's a joke?" The ancestor Xuanyin laughed extremely hoarsely.

"Why the scholars of Yimaozhai would be willing to die for the country? Why would those righteous monks be willing to sacrifice for the sect? Because they have faith in their hearts that can support them to overcome the great fear between life and death..." The voice is getting lower and lower: "I know this is stupid and unreasonable, but it really works...it works."

Cao Yuan looked at him and asked seriously: "Do you still have fear now?"

"There are some more."

The breathing of the ancestor Xuan Yin became a bit rapid, staring at him and said: "Fortunately, you are the strongest in Chaotian Continent. Fighting with you will make me excited and make me forget those things."

Cao Yuan said: "Okay."

The ancestor Xuan Yin said: "Come on, raise the knife in your hand and help me overcome this fear."

After saying these words, his body no longer rickets, but becomes extremely tall.

A blade of light illuminates the East China Sea.

There is a soft wipe.

It's like a human finger brushing over the hard rock at the bottom of the cold mountain.

If the clothes are torn apart.

Like a sigh.

Extremely compassionate~IndoMTL.com~ Isn't the jar broken? How can this voice say so much? "

The ancestor Xuanyin covered his ears with his hands and said, looking like a playful and timid child, he lit firecrackers, but was shocked by the thunder of the sky.

Some black smoke leaked from his fingers, and some brilliant red color was hidden in the deepest part.

The black mist fell on the ground and began to burn, and some extremely low blasting noises were heard during it, which should be caused by the high-speed expansion of some extremely low temperature ice cores.

Cao Yuan looked at him with emotion, not knowing what to say.

The ancestor Xuanyin covered his ears and said: "You are so strong, and you are beaten by the Snow Queen every time like your grandson. How powerful is that guy?"

Cao Yuan couldn't bear it, and said: "You are going to die, what do you care about these? Be careful, press your hands tighter."