The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 45: Sleeping Beauty
After saying this during the winter, the vegetable garden house was quiet for a long time.
Back then, Pei Bai was conspired by the close man and was defeated by the sword **** of Xihai. He was severely worn out. He had been closed for many years to repair his realm, but it was still the time when the oil was exhausted and the lamp ran out.
Tong Yan had already considered this reason, and was silent.
He Zhan suddenly said: "What can I do?"
There are Tonglu and Su Ziye in this bureau. Of course, the most important Mr. Pei will not be less, but there is no name for him.
Tong Yan's arrangement of this bureau is already a contribution. Isn't he doing anything?
Over the winter, he said: "You have cleaned your intestines in Baotong Monastery for half a year. It should be clean. Let me go to Guocheng Temple."
In normal times, He Zhan would definitely yell that he should not be a monk, but at this time he just watched the winter quietly and didn't speak.
My dear is dear after all.
Tong Yan calculated what would happen to her friend next, smiled and said goodbye.
He left the vegetable garden where he had lived for a long time and walked down the mountain along the path paved with stones.
When he came to the village covered by mist, he looked back, and the two large characters on the plaque of Baotong Monastery were faintly visible.
He thought silently, Mr. Pei is begging for death, even if things happen, how can he not die?
If you want to change the final outcome, unless other orthodox sects take action together, but Guocheng Temple will not do this, and Zhongzhou and Qingshan... will not move.
The sword **** Xihai cut down the Yuntai with a single sword, and also cut down the excuses of Zhongzhou and Qingshan.
Mr. Pei can take action, that is because of the grievances between Wu En Sect and the Xihai Sword Sect, and also because of the grievances between him and the Xihai Sword God.
What more can he do?
No matter how powerful the computing power is, sometimes it is sometimes poor. Who can calculate everything between heaven and earth?
I heard that Jing Jiu's realm has stagnated, and he has already left the green mountains to go to the outside world to think about how to break the realm.
Many ascetics will try to travel around the world when the realm is stagnant, looking for opportunities to break through, but not everyone can get what they want.
In fact, the losers are always the majority, and there are still many ascetics who are walking around the world, gradually giving up hope, placing love in the mountains and rivers, and finally sleeping with the mountains and rivers.
Tong Yan believes that Jing Jiu will not end like that, because he has played chess with Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't calculate the whole game clearly, and he would never make a move, so he must have calculated everything behind before leaving Qingshan.
But what's the point of calculating everything?
Mr. Pei used the last three years of his life to do this because he wanted to do it, not because he figured it out and did it.
So what about me?
My life is still eight hundred years, which seems to be long, but in fact it is the last eight hundred years.
What should I do for the last 800 years?
Thinking about these things, Tong Yan turned and walked into the misty mountain village.
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Just as Tong Yan thought, Jing Jiu had already figured everything out before leaving Qingshan, unless there were some variables that came from outside.
Jing Jiu doesn't think about what he should do for the last few hundred years of his life.
If there are only three hundred years now, then try to live another five hundred years.
If there are eight hundred years, we must strive to live to three thousand years.
If you are three thousand years old, you have to fight for more.
What's the meaning of day and night, we should fight for thousands of years.
Muddhism is originally to seek longevity.
So he doesn't have the concept of how many years are left, only specific every day, every hour, every moment.
Every day, every hour, every moment, he is practicing.
This is his life in the Demon Suppression Prison.
His discussion with the Hades finally ended.
He has completely mastered the Soul Fire Lord, and then he deduced the prototype of the sword ghost self-cultivation method, and the next thing that needs to be done is to confirm it.
After a long discussion, the Emperor Hades had already fully understood his thoughts and thoughts, and couldn't help being shocked, but there was one thing he didn't understand.
This is the too constant prison in the Suppressing Demon Prison. It is completely isolated from the outside world and cannot absorb the spiritual energy of the world. How do you practice breaking through?
If you don't practice breaking the realm, how can you raise a sword ghost?
If there is no sword ghost, how can you prove this new and powerful way?
Jing Jiu didn't explain, and said, "I might fall asleep for a long time. If something happens, please wake me up."
Even if it is retreat into concentration, if there is any movement in the outside world, it will wake up the ascetic from the state of meditation.
Jing Jiu needs the Emperor of the Underworld to wake him up, indicating that he is ready to sink into the deepest part of his consciousness and complete this method there.
After saying this, he didn't immediately start meditating, but took out a bamboo chair and lay on it, then closed his eyes.
Looking at the bamboo chair, a curious look appeared on the semi-transparent face of the Hades, thinking that it must be very comfortable, do you want to make one according to the style?
Jing Jiu began to fall asleep.
Neither the sound of growing grass, the opening of flower petals, the buzzing of mosquitoes, or the sound of breaking chopsticks did not make him wake up.
Several days passed, he was still asleep, and there was no change in his posture, and his eyes did not tremble once.
The Emperor Hades stood in front of the bamboo chair, looked at his face, and said with emotion: "What a sleeping beauty."
He is the Emperor of the Underworld, and always has to hold his own identity. Jing Jiu can't say anything when he is awake. At this time Jing Jiu fell asleep, and he finally said the admiration he had endured for a long time.
For the next many days, Jing Jiu was still sleeping, and the Emperor Hades was watching. The more he felt Jing Jiu’s practice was a little strange, different from the Qingshan School, and even more different from the Ming Bu, not to mention the posture, even There is no change in the breath, just like sleeping.
No matter how beautiful things are, they will still be a bit boring after a long time.
The Emperor Hades cut down some flowers and trees, and wanted to make a bamboo chair, but found that the materials were different and didn't look the same, so he set up a soft couch.
He was lying on the flower-tree couch, looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping, he still felt that the bamboo chair seemed more comfortable, and worried that Jing Jiu might break the bamboo chair after sleeping for a long time.
Thinking about it, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Jing Jiu was still lying on the bamboo chair, but he felt a lot lighter.
The Emperor Underworld stood up and walked to the bamboo chair, only to realize that Jing Jiu's body was not touching the bamboo chair, but separated by a distance of two fingers, which was tantamount to floating.
If you let others see this scene, you might think that Jing Jiu has become a ghost.
The Emperor Underworld knew it was not because he had seen similar images.
After the soul fire imperial repair reaches the third stage, the soul fire will assume a stable floating posture, exactly the same as the situation in Jing Jiu now.
Looking at Jing Jiu who was sleeping, the Underworld Emperor was thoughtful, his expression gradually becoming serious.
Judging from the current state, Jing Jiu should have no problem. As for why his body floated like soul fire, the Emperor Underworld vaguely gave birth to some guesses.
He grabbed the formation from under the flower tree and walked towards the outskirts of the verdant valley.
Walking to a cliff, he looked at the vast chaotic darkness ahead and was silent for a long time.
He didn't look up at the blue sky, because the sky is fake and the valley is fake. Only this chaotic darkness is real.
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