Resurrection of Shinto

Pingzhou, located in the north of Chenzhou, has an open terrain and fertile fields.

Zhoushan stands tall and towering here, this mountain towers into the clouds, connecting the sky and the earth, like a jade pillar that supports the sky and the ground.

The aura of heaven and earth regained, Zhou Shangui was the number one mountain in the world, and he also began to show extraordinary atmosphere.

The summit of Zhoushan is like stars surrounded, the sun and the moon run side by side, forming the heaven and the earth.

At this time, the three Taoists were walking slowly, and saw that there was no road ahead, weeds and trees blocking the way, the young Taoist, with a dust in his hand, like a thousand silver wires swinging, the messy weeds in front of them, but like a breeze, slowly Avoiding slowly, a road appeared in front of him.

The old-fashioned white eyebrows beat the chest, the skin is old and wrinkled, the body is as thin as wood, the blood is empty, and a dying air is constantly beginning to radiate.

The muddy eyes could not be opened completely, as if half-open and half-awake, a middle-aged Taoist next to him, wearing a Taoist crown and wearing a gossip gossip, stretched out his hands to support the old Tao.

There are three Taoists, old, middle and young, from high to low.

Ling Xu supported the old Taoist and preached cautiously: "Master Yufeng, go slowly! Is the road ahead difficult?"

The old man raised his head and looked at the road ahead, shook his head slightly and preached: "No matter, I'm old, I can't walk anymore."

He sighed and preached: "Although the old Tao was a mortal 300 years ago, he could climb all the way to the top of Zhoushan Yu. Only then did he meet his mentor and enter the Kunlun Gate Wall. After three hundred years, he returned to his homeland, but the old Tao is walking Not moving anymore."

Looking down at my old, declining blood, and some bodies with atrophy of flesh and blood, the old Dao's eyes showed a complex color, and the color of memory appeared in his turbid eyes, and the more vicissitudes of life preached: "Yin Shen lives one hundred and fifty. At the age of 30, the old Taoist practiced the Tao, and lived a total of 230 years to 200 years."

"Spirit tortoise longevity, immortality, basalt restraint method, etc., the seventeen longevity methods collected by Kunlun Taoism are all made by cultivating the old ways, and they have eaten a lot of elixir for life extension. I thought that the old ways are enough. The real person beyond Yinshen is nearly a hundred years old, and he is proud of the world, and it is hard to find anyone comparable in history."

"I never thought that the old way of life accidentally simmered, breaking through to the real Yang Shen."

"Yangshen really lived 200 years old. At that time, Lao Dao was already 230 years old, and his life span was limited. It was not 50 years, only 30 years."

"Kunlun's thirty-six methods are accumulated and developed. The old ways have gained 30 years of life. The cultivation base has advanced by leaps and bounds. The seventeen methods of longevity have been merged into one furnace and named Kunlun Longevity."

"When life is extended for four hundred years, but unfortunately, the spiritual energy is sluggish. This method only barely extends life for 30 years. Ten years before the end of life, the old way is self-appointed in the ice, condensing the breath, sealing off the sun god, just hope that the old way can survive a few more years. year."

When the old Dao said this, he was already weeping with joy, and his tone was full of joy: "The old Dao has survived. Although the blood is empty and his body is rotten, the old Dao is still alive now."

A cyan figure in front has greeted from top to bottom, auspicious clouds fell to the ground, and quickly and continuously melted. A Taoist respectfully saluted the old Dao: "Old people have a long life and can work arrogantly to this day."

Yufeng Lao Dao raised his head, looking at the Taoist with muddy eyes, and preached in a flat tone: "There is no way to change the spirit, and the precious love is the treasure. What is the relationship between Fuyuzi of Shangqing Dao and you?"

The Taoist stepped forward slowly, came to the side of the old Tao, and once again preached: "Qing Daoxuan Qingzi on the poor road, Fuyu Zi is the teacher, but the teacher has emerged thirty years ago."

The vicissitudes of Lao Dao appeared, and he thought about it and preached: "The last time I saw Fuyuzi was a hundred years ago. At that time, Lao Dao broke through as a real Yangshen. He is secretive, but he has never concealed his mastery of heavenly secrets."

"Fuyuzi went to the door in person, talked to the old Dao for ten days, and then walked down Kunlun Mountain. His demeanor is still vivid, and I never thought that Master Yu would not survive."

"As long as you stay for more than ten years, you will be able to catch up with this spiritual energy recovery, and with Fuyuzi's ability, you will be able to make up for the defects in the future and repair the foundation."

Xuan Qingzi appeared sad, shook his head slightly, with a straight look, and invited the three old Taoists Yufeng and Taoist Lingxu: "All of you like Yudingfeng have gathered, and now it’s only Yufeng Senior, you Kunlun Dao. ."

Taoist Lingxu took the words at this time and said: "It's not that I invited the **** Yinghua, the pure energy rises on the peak of the jade in my view, the light of the Buddha is looming, and there is no divine light, is the other party planning to come?"

Xuan Qingzi's expression was flat and calmly preached: "This time, the Nine Paths and Eight Buddhas, plus other sects and casual cultivators, gather the experts in the world of spiritual practice here. It is a good thing that this deity will not come."

"The poor Taoist temple, Yuqingdao, Qingliandao, and all the sects are extremely interested in this god. If this **** comes to the top of Zhoushan Mountain, there will inevitably be a conflict. If this **** does not come, there will be less noisy anger, and it is also a problem for yourself. Good thing."

"Two years have passed, and the general situation of the world is completely different. It is not the time for this **** and Xia Fang to call the North and South together."

"The true man of Yuqing Dao Donghua, his cultivation base is advancing all the way, the cathode yang is born, the primordial spirit is condensed, and then turned into a pure yang primordial spirit. Breath Tyrant didn't dare to look directly, even though it was just a glance, but according to Xiang Dao's view, Dao Donghua might have survived the thunder disaster."

Yufeng Old Taoist with muddy eyes, a faint brilliance appeared in his eyes at this time, and he smiled and preached in a calm tone: "Two years of time, condense the soul, transform the pure sun, and overcome the thunder."

"Even in the ancient times, there has never been such a stunning and beautiful junior. It seems that you are the same as Xuan Qingzi. I don't know which old monster has recovered."

At this time, the Taoist Lingxu showed a look of surprise, looking at Xuan Qingzi in front of him, with disbelief in his eyes, the other party’s aura was calm and upright, and there was no dying energy, on the contrary, he was vigorous and powerful. , The other party is not too old, but the uncle will not be wrong, and it is difficult to judge the spirit for a while.

Yufeng Lao Dao looked at the extremely calm Xuan Qingzi, and sighed and preached: "Yu Qing Dao and Shang Qing Dao are the same, so the Tai Shang Dao who are both San Qing Dao, I am afraid it will be the same."

"This life is called Resurrection of Reiki, and all beings under the world are created by chance, but in fact, those who truly master the creation are still those few people."

Xuan Qingzi's indifferent expression finally changed slightly, and his tone became colder and coldly preaching: "The old man has to be cautious. Now the spiritual energy is resurrected and the world of great controversy is the opportunity for thousands of life. This statement."

The old Taoist Yufeng shook his head slightly without saying a word. The Taoist Lingxu averted the topic, preaching in a calm tone: "Then the **** of Huazhou, the poor Tao has also been in contact with it. There are two supernatural powers, moving mountains and crossing rivers."

"I have seen it with my own eyes. I can't describe it in words. I am so capable. If I think about it, no one dares to provoke?"

Xuan Qingzi stretched out his hand, and auspicious clouds slowly emerged from the soles of his feet, and a crowd of people climbed on the auspicious clouds and headed toward the top of Zhoushan, the jade peak.

Xuan Qingzi lowered his arm and preached to the Taoist Lingxu: "This supernatural power and poor Taoism is also heard. This place is Zhoushan. If you want to turn the river and the sea without this condition, it will not work to move the mountain. With this supernatural power, even the poor Dao has now refined a handle."

"I believe other interested colleagues, I'm afraid it's someone who has a handle."

"Two years ago, his strength dazzled the world, but now if he doesn't break through, which one of the Nine Dao Masters is weaker than him, plus the other eight Buddhas are watching."

"This true dragon will invite this **** to come. Yuqing Dao is uneasy and kind, and he has a heart to unite with Taoism and Buddhism to put pressure on this god, so as to see the truth and truth of the gods. If this **** is knowledgeable and self-conscious, if not knowledgeable."

Although Xuan Qingzi hadn't said any extra words, the Taoist Lingxu was able to hear the meaning. This is a Hongmen Banquet.

The auspicious clouds fluttered, seemingly slow, but in fact extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye they have reached the jade peak of Zhoushan.

Surrounded by auspicious clouds on the Jade Peak Peak, densely distributed on the Jade Peak, pieces of colorful clouds seem to be embedded in the sky motionless.

Taoism and Buddha gathered above the clouds, and they each bloomed with thousands of atmospheres. Taoism's Qingyun continued to rise, and the Buddha's light was released, like a golden arhat.

The brilliance emerges on the jade peak, like a colorful and magnificent fairyland.

A Taoist man with a wooden hairpin on his head, loose sleeves and a thick beard, greeted him at this time and saluted Yufeng Old Tao: "I haven't seen the old man in a hundred years, the old man's style is better than before."

Yufeng Lao Dao thought about it, and immediately remembered who it was. He laughed and preached: "You are a kid from Maoshan Dao. Lao Dao remembers that your name is Shaoyang. At the beginning, you were ambitious and wanted to be the head teacher of Maoshan Dao."

"Now that a hundred years have passed, how the costumes have changed drastically, they have become idle and wild."

The Taoist Shaoyang was indifferent after being exposed. Instead, he laughed and preached: "Naturally, he has become the Taoist master of Maoshan, only to realize that power is nothing but clouds."

"Senior, please, now only waiting for the gods to arrive, this true dragon meeting will begin."

As soon as the words of the Taoist Shaoyang fell, an indifferent voice sounded in the distance: "Now it's only half a day's work~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The true dragon will be turned on. This **** has not arrived yet, I am afraid I dare not come. "

"Mr. Qinglian is right, this **** is afraid to come, knowing that this is a Hongmen Banquet, where would he dare to come."

"No need to wait, the True Dragon Society will begin now."

Some casual cultivators involuntarily joined together. Among them, the three Wu Taoists could not help but preach with a high tone: "In the beginning, there was the Tao, and the God and the Tao are the same. If this God comes here, the poor Tao will have to ask, how can the God's Tao be good? Dare to stand alongside Tao,"

"It is precisely this reason, this **** has come, and the poor Dao also wants to ask."

Suddenly, the crowd was full of voices, and the voice of condemnation was endless.

The loud dragon chant sounded, shaking all directions.

Everyone couldn't help but look into the distance, a Chilong came from afar, and a quiet voice sounded: "What did the people say?"

"The deity just didn't hear clearly?"

"Please say it again?"