Chapter 852: The Dharma Is Not to Be Passed on Lightly, nor Should It Be Practiced Lightly.

Chapter 852: The Dharma is not passed on lightly, nor can it be practiced lightly...

Cry~~~

In the sea of ​​clouds, the eagle flapped its wings, and in a flash, it had crossed dozens of miles of wind and snow. Its speed was so fast that Jiang Xiazi, who was on the eagle's back, turned pale again.

"Since you have the fruit of the Tao in your hands, you don't think about practicing to become an immortal Buddha, and you run around all day long, you don't know what to do!"

In the cold wind, the North Sea Dragon King couldn't help but open his eyes, looking at Yang Yu who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, as if concentrating, and sneered.

After running around for a year, resting for less than a month, and running back and forth again, not to mention Jiang Xiazi, his inhuman body felt very tired.

"Shut up!"

Jiang Xiazi agreed in his heart, but still scolded in a low voice.

"You are the lord of the ten cities, but you serve ordinary people. You are really a shame to our generation. It's ridiculous that you don't feel ashamed, but proud of it!"

The North Sea Dragon King didn't even look at him, sneered, and closed his eyes.

"You half-human, half-ghost thing, are you here to teach me a lesson?"

Jiang Xiazi was furious when he heard this.

North Sea Dragon King was also furious:

"You bastard, dare you insult me?!"

On the eagle's back, the two people's faces flushed and they cursed each other.

Yang Yu sat quietly with his eyes closed, but he didn't bother to pay attention to the man and the dragon.

His mind floated between the sea of ​​clouds, as if he could overlook the earth, and he could even see the endless barracks.

He didn't really care about attacking Ding'an.

After the battle of Dayan Mountain, the masters of Liansheng Sect, who lost their restraints, either fled or died under the oppression of Feng Wushuang. Regardless of whether they backfired or not, the foundation of Ding'an Dao was already missing.

Not to mention that there was the support of the entire Northwest Dao, even if there was no support, Qin Lihu's ability was enough to pacify it.

You know, in the Book of Life and Death, in Qin Lihu's original trajectory, he recovered the land of the three Daos and welcomed the old emperor back to the pass when the alien race broke through the pass and the Central Plains fell.

His luck is no less than Li Chuang's. In fact, if he had not discovered the Wu Qu Dao fruit, he would have already been a martial saint.

After a brief glance, Yang Yu concentrated his mind.

He only left a little bit of his mind outside, and his mind followed the induction in the dark and entered the Jiujiu Xuan Gong realm again.

Except for himself, ordinary people in this companion illusion of Xiao Yangjian cannot enter it at any time, but there is a time to enter.

This is his third time to enter this Jiujiu Xuan Gong realm.

Buzz!

It seems that an invisible barrier has been broken, and he seems to hear that desolate and vague sigh again.

It is an extremely ancient Taoist text,

"The saint... is immortal, the great..."

"The thief will not stop!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and it was still the ancient and fragrant room with a spiritual spring inside, and the spiritual energy was incredibly abundant.

[Jiujiu Xuan Gong Realm (? )]

[Level:? ]

[Quality: Nine Glory (Extreme)]

[Introduction: …………]

[Status: Unopened]

[Identity: …Thirty-six Cave Heavens, Xuantian Baomiaotian, Disciple of Zongmiao Mountain, Eighteen Immortal Mountains, Yuzhu Mountain, Disciple of Yuyu Zhenren, Fourteen True Transmissions, Disciple of Zhongquan, Direct Disciple, Huanyangzi…]

“Unopened means that one day, this realm of Xuan Gong will also appear in the world like Fangcun Immortal Mountain…”

“Brother…”

Before Yang Yu could sense the difference between this entry and the last one, his heart had heard his younger brother’s timid cry.

To enter the illusion, one needs to rely on something, and what he is using at this moment is still his younger brother’s body in this illusion.

"I, I didn't go anywhere..."

Little Yang Jian explained carefully:

"The door can't be opened..."

"Hmm..."

Yang Yu was about to ask, but his heart suddenly moved, and he gathered his mind. He only heard a 'squeak' sound,

The door that he couldn't open was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with a square appearance and wearing an ancient Taoist robe squeezed out an unusual stiff smile:

"Junior brother, you have been concentrating on meditation in the past few years and have not done anything wrong. The master is pleased and has specially lifted your house arrest spell in advance.

You can come out!"

House arrest spell?

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and he immediately laughed:

"Thank you, senior brother."

"We are brothers, why are you polite?"

The middle-aged Taoist smiled:

"Master still cares about you. He knew that the ancestor would come today and explain the 'Eight Nine Mysterious Art' on the Purple Qi Platform, so he exposed your house arrest spell in advance..."

"The ancestor is preaching?"

Yang Yu's eyes condensed.

According to his current status, this ancestor should be Yu Yu Zhenren from Yuzhu Mountain, a disciple of Zhongmiao Mountain?

"Let's go."

Yang Yu kept his status, lowered his head and followed without saying a word. His quiet appearance made the middle-aged Taoist nod in his heart.

Outside the window, the night was thick. There were only a few stars in the sky, and the fairy mountain was quiet.

But Yang Yu could vaguely see the outlines of the fairy mountains that rose up to the sky in the night, and the looming palace fairyland.

Along the way, he didn't say a word, trying to figure out this fairyland. Not long after, the middle-aged Taoist stopped at a high platform.

He whispered:

"Junior brother, the ancestor will appear at midnight. You follow me and don't mess around..."

"Don't worry, senior brother."

Yang Yu was speechless.

Along the way, the middle-aged Taoist warned him at least ten times. What kind of character did this original owner have that made his own senior brother so distrustful?

Woohoo~

The platform was a thousand feet high, and on top of it, it was extremely spacious, paved with white jade, a thousand feet in radius, and there were thousands of Taoists sitting on it.

It seems that the seats were not arranged according to seniority. The two came late and sat at the end.

At this point, there was silence. More than a thousand Taoists sat cross-legged, but the entire high platform was frighteningly quiet, without any noise.

"Brother, what are they doing!"

Yang Yu was calm, but in his heart, little Yang Jian couldn't stand it. The two shared the same perspective and saw this scene.

"Follow suit. When you come in later, remember not to mess around. Everything should be based on learning..."

Yang Yu silently taught his younger brother in his heart.

No one can be born shrewd. Little Yang Jian, who was gifted, was also heartless when he was six or seven years old.

However, he heard his brother's caution and remembered it silently in his heart.

He liked his brother in this state very much. He would not scold himself, and he could vaguely sense his brother's kindness, which made him very comfortable and happy.

Outside, my brother is very fierce and scary...

"... Whether here or in the outside world, you must always be respectful..."

"Don't fight with others unless you have to, but if someone offends me, I must do it quickly..."

"Before doing anything, think about yourself and your mother-in-law..."

...

Bored, Yang Yu chatted with his younger brother in his heart. Of course, most of the time, he was talking.

In the past month, he really taught Xiao Yangjian martial arts and some ways of dealing with people.

During this period, when he was refining ingredients, he also took this little guy with him, taught him martial arts, and let him experience the difficulties of life and the evil of human hearts.

However, he was too young after all, and he had been trained to be fearless under his wings over the years. He had no idea how much he had learned.

"Yeah!"

In his heart, Xiao Yangjian nodded repeatedly and asked from time to time:

"Brother, before you do anything, do you also think about your mother-in-law and sister-in-law first?"

"Of course!"

Yang Yu replied:

"Brother, I came out this time to eliminate the trouble for you and prevent people from threatening us in secret..."

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

The brothers' communication was interrupted by the loud sound of the bell.

It's midnight.

Buzz!

The moment Yang Yu looked up, he saw that on the high platform, an old Taoist with a tall figure had appeared.

"What realm is this old Taoist..."

Yang Yu was shocked.

Since he came here, his mind has been highly concentrated, even when communicating with Xiao Yangjian, he is always paying attention.

But when the old Taoist appeared, he had no feeling, as if he should be there, and he was here before the ancient times!

How could he not be moved by this?

The Taoist was wearing a gray Taoist robe, holding a snow-white whisk, his beard and hair were white, but his face was rosy like a baby.

His aura was restrained, but one could still sense the vast vitality within him, like the sea of ​​stars.

"Grandmaster!"

After the bell rang, all the Taoists stood up and bowed to greet him.

"Sit down."

The old Taoist flicked his whisk, and all the Taoists sat down one after another.

"Today, I will still talk about the 'Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills'. If you can practice this method to perfection, perhaps there will be a glimmer of hope in the catastrophe!"

Unexpectedly for Yang Yu, the old Taoist's teachings were very simple, without any nonsense or mystery.

From the precautions for getting started, to the difficulties of getting started with this method, to how to absorb the calamity energy, how to cultivate changes, and choose changes...

After a long time, when the sky was covered with white mist, the old Taoist just stopped talking, and a disciple stood up from the stage:

"May I ask the ancestor, how to choose the changes of the mysterious skills, is there a difference between the upper and lower?"

"There is no fixed pattern for the changes of the mysterious skills. Just like the impermanence of all calamities, the choice of changes is up to the heart..."

The old Taoist knows everything:

"The mysterious skills are like magical powers, even if they are similar, they are not the same! The essence of the eight or nine mysterious skills lies in changes, so its practice also contains infinite changes!

This, only you can understand, how can others be your master?"

"Disciple, I will teach you!"

The Taoist bowed long, his sleeves hanging to the ground.

"Do you have any more questions?"

The old Taoist spoke again.

Afterwards, more than a dozen Taoists stood up and asked questions. The old Taoist said everything and explained them one by one. When they answered them one by one, it was already the second day of the emperor's day.

The bell rang again, and the sermon was about to end.

"We respectfully bid farewell to the master!"

All the Taoists stood up and bowed to bid farewell, while the old Taoist waved his hand and asked the Taoists to disperse.

His eyes fell on the corner of the platform:

"Huan Yangzi, stop!"

"Huh?!"

Yang Yu's heart was shocked, and he almost thought he was noticed.

What kind of eyes were these?

The moment he lowered himself, he felt as if a big sun rose in front of him, and the infinite light dispelled everything, occupied everything, and froze his thoughts and perceptions.

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but thinking of his younger brother, he endured it and suppressed the thought of retreating.

When he came back to his senses, he had already come to the old Taoist involuntarily.

The old Taoist lowered his eyes:

"If the Dharma is not passed on, there is no fate. The Tao cannot reach Liu Er. Little guy, didn't your parents teach you this truth?"

"Brother, hurry up..."

A scream came from the bottom of his heart, but Yang Yu calmed down instead. His mind was racing, wondering what the old Taoist had discovered.

But he still countered the old Taoist's moves:

"If there is no fate, how can we get here? Meeting is fate. As for Liu Er, if the senior doesn't want to pass it on, how can the junior hear it even if he has millions of ears?"

Phew~

There was silence on the Purple Qi Platform.

"Interesting, interesting..."

The old Taoist stared for a long time, not knowing what he saw or guessing, and his expression softened:

"Since we are destined, before you leave, I will give you one more word..."

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly. He still didn't know what this veteran was thinking at this moment, but he still bowed:

"Appreciate further details."

"Ha~"

The old Taoist flutters his fly whisk, leaving behind the message:

"Don't give in when faced with a calamity, break it off when it's time..."

Good night, everyone... The temporary goal is to stabilize the two updates. After we are good at it, we will talk about making up the updates.