The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 73: Stopping has nothing to do with the scriptures, just tired

As long as the time is up, the sword will naturally be sharp enough, and the yellow leaves will naturally fill the sky. A young man without a master can cultivate into a generation of strong men.

It's like no matter how long and tiring the journey has come to an end.

The cloud ship sent by Zhongzhou returned to Yunmeng Mountain.

The clouds and mist outside the mountain gave rise to countless waves, and then shattered like a dream.

When these cloud boats went to Qingshan yesterday, not to mention their arrogance, they also had the momentum of victory in silence.

When I came back, I was so silent, so silent, I couldn't hear any sound.

The White Blade Fairy returned to the world and died in the hands of the Snow Queen!

What makes them even more frightened is that the headmaster actually joined forces with the Green Mountain Sect to kill the real person Bai!

Thinking of this, hundreds of sights subconsciously landed on the cloud ship in the forefront, but did not see the tall figure.

I don't know when, Tan Zhenren has left Yunchuan early and returned to Yunmeng Mountain.

He first went to the back mountain and met with a few hidden elders. He didn't know what he said, and then he stepped down on the clouds and went to the deepest part of Yunmeng Formation.

Yesterday in Qingshan, he was severely injured by the prohibition and backlash from the Shifang Demon Pagoda. For some reason, he did not rush to heal his injuries after returning to Yunmeng, but did these things.

The clouds and mist slowly dispersed, revealing the huge and terrifying figure of a unicorn.

Tan Zhenren looked at Qilin quietly, his eyes were gentle and indifferent, and the wrinkles on his wide forehead had long since disappeared.

His eyes are very strange, as if looking at other places, or even other times.

Of course, it's impossible for him to look at the unicorn, but that person.

—or the cloud that has never dispersed.

I used to be senior brothers and sisters, and later a Taoist couple. They have been together for hundreds of years. I never really knew each other before. Some were just calculations hidden in the deepest place.

Mr. Bai's thoughts were deeper than him, and he started earlier, so he didn't lose injustice, and if he wasn't moved by Mr. Jingyang, how could she be counted?

Thinking about it now, the Yunwu Dao Fa can be broken by the Shifang Demon Pagoda. She asked Qilin to deliberately leak it more than 300 years ago, right?

"Sister Yuan is okay now?" Tan Zhenren asked.

Kirin said: "Why do you care about hypocritically at this time? I ignore your family affairs and just want to ask why you give Jingyun clock to Jingyang?"

Tan Zhen said: "I didn't give it to him, I gave it to Tong Yan."

Kirin was a little surprised, and said: "You actually want to pass the leader to that traitor?"

Tan Zhenren said: "Sooner is still asleep in Ohara City. I don't know when I will wake up, and I don't know if I can wake up. Who else can I pass to except Tongyan?"

This is part of his agreement with Jing Jiu.

It's just that Tong Yan doesn't know until now, Jing Jiu sold him backhand from Qingshanzong back to Zhongzhou.

Two faint fires appeared in Qilin's eyes, and said: "That traitor actually dared to give Jing Yun Zhong to Jing Yang, do you think I will agree to his return? Will I agree to him as the head?"

Tan Zhen said: "I am the head of the Zhongzhou faction, you said it doesn't count."

The Qilin laughed wildly and said: "Then have you ever thought that now that Jing Yunzhong is in Jingyang and you are seriously injured, I can swallow you in one bite?"

Tan Zhenren said: "What do you think this is?"

The voice fell, and an ancient bell appeared in his palm.

It is Jing Yunzhong.

The Qilin's eyes changed abruptly, and he let out a long and stern howl.

Not because of fear, but because of anger.

How many times will the same screen appear?

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When using the endless fairy energy to cast the world escape method, what speed will it have?

The warm brilliance of the spring, hidden in the misty and distant breath fluctuations, can be hundreds of miles in an instant.

But it is still not as fast as the sword light, even if the trace of the sword light flight has become a bit skewed, unlike the sky and the earth as it was at the beginning, straight back and forth.

Guocheng Temple is very close to the East China Sea.

When Tong Yan answered the first question from the Lord Shuiyue An, Zhenren Bai came to the temple with the sun, turned into fog in the pine forest, and then appeared in front of a meditation room.

This Zen room is called Baishan, and it is the place where Taiping Zhenren and Xuanyin ancestors listened to the scriptures.

Yesterday Taiping Zhenren died, Xuanyin ancestor died, and the first of the Guocheng Temple lecture hall died. She is still alive.

Bai Zhenren walked into the Zen room and quietly looked at the Buddha statue, not knowing what he was thinking.

The bell is melodious, echoing in the temple, and the sound of the scriptures makes the spring more organized.

A few years ago, the old abbot of Guocheng Temple had passed away. Chanzi was far away in the snowy field. No monk in the temple could perceive her arrival.

Those bells and scriptures can cover her breath and let her rest for a while.

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There is a vegetable garden outside the Guocheng Temple.

There are abandoned houses in the vegetable garden.

There is only half of the kimchi jar left in the house.

The sword light flashed past, up the cliff.

A small round hole was left on the yellow wall of the temple.

There was a breeze in the back kitchen.

Several cracks appeared in the stone beast in a hall.

The stone tower in Jingyuan was illuminated by sword light.

Jing Jiu showed his figure, reached out his hand to touch the stone tower, and looked at the numerous halls outside.

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The bell stopped soon.

The sutra sound lasted a long time.

I don't know if it is the chance of Zen, or the feeling of the great changes yesterday. The monks in the morning class read "It's the Three Thousand Great Vow Sutra" today.

This scripture speaks of getting out of this world of suffering and going to the three thousand great worlds. The last sentence is: the supreme subtle method, one hundred thousand liberating meanings.

As this scripture drifted away with the wind, Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren met again.

There is a stone flat outside the Baishan Zen, and there is the tall forest of Guocheng Temple on the other side of the stone flat.

The old abbot who passed away a few years ago is in the new tower at the forefront.

If Real Taiping stayed here as abbot, he would probably have a stone tower of his own.

Jing Jiu flicked his finger, and an ancient bell in a temple in the distance was rang.

The bell ringing again alarmed the monks in Guocheng Temple.

Several rays of clear light floated up between the towers of the temple, and gradually gathered together, like a cassock that moves with the wind, it is the large formation of the mountain gate.

Bai Zhenren used the heaven and earth escape method, and it was difficult to leave.

She didn't mean to leave either, with her hands on her back, her face up, and her eyes closed, she seemed to think the bell sounded very nice.

Hundreds of monks rushed over and surrounded Tallinn.

Jing Jiu waved his hand.

The monks knew what he meant, and retreated outside with some anxiety.

I don't know for what reason, he didn't directly turn into that sword light, and cut the white real person more than ten feet away into pieces.

Bai Zhenren didn't make a move either.

Two people stood quietly in Tallinn.

A breeze wafted over with the faint scent of pine trees, affecting the white clothes and white skirts.

Papa, papa, countless small, crisp sounds, sounded from the depths of Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren's body.

There were countless cracks on the surface of the stone tower, and all the weeds on the ground turned into fragments. The Buddha statue in the quiet room of Baishan had peeled off a lot in a very short time.

Even the large array of mountain gates in the sky had a very strong reaction. The empty robes were torn open several times, and the sunlight fell down like this, shining the stone towers on the chessboard. Statue.

Feeling the terrible breath floating in the temple, the monks in Guocheng Temple are full of compassion on their faces, and they keep proclaiming the Buddha's name.

Those auras are neither sword intent nor Taoist profound arts, with a clear sign of damage, they are all wounds by Jing Jiu and Bai Zhenren.

Mr. Bai opened his eyes and said, "How long can you go rampant?"

Jing Jiu said, "I don't know."

When they were in Xihai that year, Jing Jiu and Nan Hui had a lot of dialogues with their spiritual consciousness in a very short period of time. He and Xue Ji had also communicated in this way.

Today he and Zhenren Bai are really talking.

There is no deep meaning, just because they are very tired at this time.

One day and one night, they have been exhausted to the extreme, and their injuries have been extremely serious.

Mr. Bai's wounds kept flowing with golden light plasma. If it weren't for the immortal urn to protect Dao Xin, she would have died by the East China Sea.

There is nothing unusual in Jing Jiu, but how can the immortal urn in the Mausoleum of Tianshou Mountain feel better?

Bai Zhenren looked at him and said: "It's because of the Qingshan Sect or the Jing family. Your influence on Guocheng Temple is greater than I thought."

Jing Jiu said: "So you shouldn't choose here."

Bai Zhenren said: "I heard that Liu Shisui lived here for many years. Your brother has been the abbot here for many years, and your brother is buried here."

Jing Jiu said: "Not bad."

Bai Zhenren said: "Come here~IndoMTL.com~Do you think of a lot of the past? Have you ever thought that only people who are dying can do this."

Jing Jiu said, "Where does your confidence come from?"

Mr. Bai looked at the spring in the sky and suddenly asked: "What do you think it is?"

When asked about the meeting that year, Jing Jiu went to Qingtianjianli.

There are many young geniuses who are walking with him, such as the friend named Jiang who is surnamed Jiang.

By the canal in the poor village of Zhao Guoxiang, the two children once pointed to the sun in the sky and asked similar questions.

The sun in the blue sky mirror is not the real sun, but the dzi beads.

So even children know that the world they live in is fake.

Why did Zhenren Bai suddenly ask this question?

What answer does she want to hear?