Chapter 593 Peach Wood Sword

Zhang Jun was stunned and seemed to understand. He knew that this senior had great moral character, so he bowed his head and said, "Senior, I encountered something strange today, and I would like to ask for your advice."

So, he told the story about entering the illusion, but did not mention Mao Xianjun.

When the Great Bodhisattva heard this, his expression suddenly became solemn. He put down the chess piece, as if recalling something, and after a long time he said: "That's it, Maoshan is the Shangqing Zongtan, and it is Shangqing Mountain you are entering."

"Is Shangqing Mountain really an illusion?" Zhang Jun asked.

The Great Bodhisattva glanced at him and asked, "Is the game of chess in front of me real or an illusion?"

King Xie Tian interjected: "Of course it's true."

Zhang Jun remained silent, unable to answer this question. is true? Or is it fake? He has a Buddha's eye, and occasionally he can see the bizarre side of the world, which is actually both real and illusory.

What is this world like? Is the Shangqing Mountain he once entered real or illusory?

The Great Bodhisattva sighed and said, "Like you, I can't answer this question. However, I know that there is indeed Shangqing Mountain in this world, which is a spiritual realm that has been passed down for thousands of years."

Everyone was surprised, a spiritual realm that has been passed down for thousands of years? This kind of inheritance is really terrible, and the foundation must be astonishingly deep!

The greedy monk had been silent all this time, but then he suddenly recited a scripture: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are all empty and endure all the sufferings. The relics are not different in color from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color. Form is empty, and emptiness is color. The same is true for feelings, thoughts, and consciousness. The relics are empty and have neither birth nor death, nor are they stained or pure..."

When everyone listened to his chanting, their hearts were touched, and Zhang Jun quickly entered concentration. The scriptures are clear and low, and everyone deduces his own way in his heart.

He didn't know who woke up in the middle of the night. When he woke up, it was already the morning sun rising the next day. Everyone had left, and he was the only one sitting in the hall.

At this time, Nangong Zi came, with a majestic appearance, and actually broke through again, entering the ninth level of true power. Zhang Jun was happy. Bai Yujing was also at the ninth level of true power. Having these two people around gave him a lot more confidence.

"Congratulations," he said.

Nangong Zi smiled faintly: "I took a magic pill yesterday, otherwise I would have to wait for a while."

Zhang Jun was grateful. He knew that Nangong Zi wanted to help him, otherwise he would not be promoted at this juncture.

Nangong Zi sat down opposite and suddenly said something that surprised Zhang Jun: "You should practice double cultivation with Xiao Longnu. Her half-step magical power is very powerful and her body can be sanctified. It will be of great help to you."

Zhang Jun blushed and said, "Nangong, what nonsense are you talking about? How old is she?"

"You're not young anymore. You look young, but you're actually in your twenties." Nangong Zi smiled and said, "If you're embarrassed, I'll tell you."

Zhang Jun laughed dryly and quickly changed the subject, saying: "Who taught you the great power of Taiyi? I once heard Lu Kongkong say that this great power of Taiyi seems to be related to a mysterious family."

Nangong Zi's expression dimmed and she said, "He is right, Taiyi's great power comes from the Qi family." After saying that, she slowly told the old story.

It turns out that Nangong Zi's mother's name is Nangong Hanxiang, and she is a rising star of the Nangong family, a martial arts family in the south of the Yangtze River. Eighteen-year-old Nangong Hanxiang meets a prodigy from the Qi family, Qi Tian.

The Qitian Pill reaches the first level. At the age of sixteen, the pill is held. At the age of eighteen, the Gang Qi is perfect, and at the age of twenty, it feels empty. It was at the age of twenty that he fell in love with Nangong Hanxiang and then killed her.

"My mother died not long after giving birth to me." Nangong Zi's expression was extremely cold, "He pursued his way, so he killed his wife to prove it."

Zhang Jun felt a chill down his back. Killing his wife to prove it? There are such people in the world!

"He succeeded. After the age of twenty, he had a smooth journey and finally achieved half-step supernatural power." Nangong Zi said with a numb expression, "It has been more than thirty years. He is now in his fifties and may have reached the realm of supernatural power."

Zhang Jun didn't know how to comfort her. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Nangong Zi looked at him: "You don't need to comfort me. When I heard this story from my grandfather, I decided to visit the family one day and kill my father to prove the truth."

Zhang Jun was shocked and said: "You want to kill him?"

"If he can kill his wife, I can kill my father." Nangong Zi said coldly.

Zhang Jun could only smile bitterly. He knew that this kind of hatred was too heavy and could not be relieved by others. But he also knew that if Nangong Zi could let go, his soul would definitely be sublimated and he would gain huge benefits.

While the two were talking, Chu Chu and Dongdong each ran over with a Taolin Sword, gesticulating very excitedly.

Zhang Jun didn't pay attention at first, but when he glanced at the Taolin Sword, he was suddenly startled. He discovered that he couldn't even see through these two mahogany swords!

"Chu Chu, show dad the sword." Zhang Jun smiled and stretched out his hand.

Chu Chu was very obedient and ran over obediently. She said "Okay" and handed the sword to Zhang Jun.

Holding the sword in his hand, Zhang Jun felt that there were three surging powers in the sword. With the sword in his hand, he had a feeling that as long as he struck out with one sword, even if there was a mountain on the opposite side, he could level it with one sword.

He asked for the second peach wood sword from Dongdong, and suddenly had the same feeling. He immediately asked: "Chu Chu, where did you get the sword?"

"It's a gift from uncle." Chu Chu said, blinking her big eyes.

Zhang Jun frowned: "Which uncle, where is he?"

"At the back of the palace, he is playing with his younger brother." Chu Chu said.

Zhang Jun's hair suddenly exploded. These two swords were of great importance. The owner of the sword must be a common man. Who was he? What to do in Longhu Mountain? Why hug Zhang Ping?

Nangong Zi and him moved at the same time, like two lights and shadows, they passed through the main hall and came to the back of the hall in an instant.

A middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with a weathered look on his face, gray temples and clear eyes, was holding Zhang Ping. The little boy was very happy, with a smile on his face.

Seeing his father coming, he shouted: "Dad, Daddy!"

The middle-aged man put him down and he ran over immediately.

Zhang Jun asked Nangong Zi to hold his son and asked coldly: "Friend, you are very unfamiliar."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Yes, we have never met. My surname is Li."

Zhang Jun looked at the other party, and after scanning with his eyes, he found that the other party's place was empty, with no one around. His heart sank and he said, "Senior Li, what advice can you give me when you come to Longhu Mountain?"

"I was just passing by." He still smiled, "I saw two old friends here, so I deliberately came over to take a look, but I didn't expect to meet a peerless genius with an innate ability to hold elixirs."

From behind, Uncle Wu and Sun Ma came slowly. When they saw the middle-aged man, their expressions were very cold.

Wu Bodao: "Li Daojun, if you don't enjoy yourself in the small world of Xuanhuang, what are you doing here in this mortal world?"

The middle-aged man smiled "hehe": "Wu Huazi, Sun Jiuniang, you have chased me for three lifetimes, you are so thoughtful."

Sun Ma said calmly: "Don't worry about our affairs. Mr. Dao, could it be that you have fallen in love with this child?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "If my innate Wuji Dao can be passed on to him, it will definitely be carried forward."

"No!" Zhang Jun refused without waiting for him to finish, "My son will not accept anyone as his teacher!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "I won't force you. However, if you let him come with me, this boy will have the chance to achieve great enlightenment. Those two peach wood swords were made by me in my spare time and given to you for protection." body."

Zhang Jun was shocked. He knew that gods and humans have four realms: Guizhen, Xiansheng, Daluo, and Hunyuan. Daluo Daoguo is naturally the Daluo magical power state!

He looked at Uncle Wu and Mama Sun. They were silent and expressionless, with no intention of giving any advice.

At this moment, a skinny old man appeared, it was Mao Xianjun, the fortune teller in Maoshan. He slowly walked out from the back of the hall, holding a flag in his arms with the words "Calling Destiny and Testing Luck" written on it. His eyes were cloudy, his teeth were almost gone, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

His appearance made the middle-aged man sigh and said, "Mr. Mao, you won't steal my disciple from me, right? Your Shangqing Big Cave Scripture seems not suitable for him."

The old Taoist grinned and said, "It's strange! The four of us have rarely seen each other for decades, but today we actually met."

Seeing that he didn't answer, the middle-aged man seemed very distressed. He waved his sleeves and said, "Mr. Mao, I have to take this apprentice. You can clear the way."

"You should know that today is the day when Longhu Mountain reopens its gates." The old Taoist said, his voice was not loud and sounded a little hoarse, but everyone could hear it clearly.

The middle-aged man fell silent and sighed again. He had not sighed for many years, but he sighed twice today. This is the first time this has happened.

He said helplessly: "I know you want to drag me into trouble, but Longhushan ordered all parties to kill gods and demons, and offended too many people. Even if you and I stand together, we may not be able to stop them from killing them."

But the old Taoist stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky and said, "I didn't let you go into the water. You are just a spectator. Someone else is playing this show."

The middle-aged man seemed to remember something and looked shocked: "Is he actually going to show up too?"

After saying that, he smiled again and said, "In that case, I'll stay and take a look at the excitement."

Zhang Jun frowned. He couldn't understand what the two men were talking about, but he knew that the matter seemed to be related to his son. He repeated in a deep voice: "Two seniors, my son will not accept anyone as his teacher."

"The child is still with you." The old Taoist said, "You only need to spend a few hours every day to practice in his little black and yellow world. There is no need to take the child away. I never like to meddle in other people's business, but he With such a good qualification, Xiantian Wuji Dao really fits it perfectly, it would be a pity to miss it.”

Zhang Jun was immediately relieved when he heard that the child did not have to leave his side. At the same time, he thought of what happened to Shangqing Mountain and asked, "Just to attract the soul?"

The old Taoist smiled and nodded: "You have been grafted with Buddhist celestial vision, and you are considered a person with half-step supernatural powers. Therefore, you accidentally set foot on my Qingshan Mountain and scared many disciples. Yes, you are just attracting the soul, nothing more."

Zhang Jun thought about it. It was not a bad thing for his son to have an expert as his teacher. He was a decisive person. He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I agree!"