Chapter 823: If You Hear the Truth in the Morning, You Can Die in the Evening!

"Sect Leader...now...what to do!?" Elder Xiao Yunhe looked at the Sect Leader Feng Xuehe next to him and asked.

At this time, not only the Haotian School, but also other major schools, Patriarch Xiaoyao and others also stood up from their seats.

"I don't know a few seniors, what's your opinion?" Even the head of the Haotian School had to show respect to the ancestors such as Xiaoyao Patriarch, Feng Xuehe asked with a slight bow.

Everyone's face is serious.

"This is not a trivial matter." Everyone looked at each other with an unprecedented solemnity on their faces.

Patriarch Xiaoyao looked at everyone in the Haotian School and said: "Please describe in detail what happened at that time."

Soon, several people described in detail what happened to the elder guarding the mountain, Feng Yan, in the ancestor's ancestral hall.

The black-clothed elder of the Haotian School, Dugu Xiao, said angrily: "These immortal tablets have been enshrined by our Haotian School for generations, and they have been enshrined for thousands of years. For thousands of years, our school has fallen many times, and we must always be on guard against the Western Continent." The intrusion of those temples is nothing more than the slightest blessing, and we have survived the life and death of the elders and teachers in the sect for so many years. Just pretend they don't exist!"

"But now..." Elder Dugu Xiao said with a sneer, "Our Haotian School has just started to improve, so we use words to force each other and exert heavy pressure."

"Bah! They just can't see us well!"

"But now..." Xiao Yunhe, an elder in white beside him, sighed, "The situation is still not as good as others... Competing with those existences is like hitting a stone with an egg. This matter... needs to be discussed in the long run."

Patriarch Xiaoyao, Dugu Yi and others also looked at each other, narrowing their eyes slightly.

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And at this time, in Jiuhua City Store, Banbian City Store and other stores.

The monks and warriors obviously received the same message.

The head of Taixi Sect, one of the Three Sacred Sects, sat dejectedly in the grand hall of Taixi Sect.

"How many years has it been..." The old Taoist priest dressed in purple looked at the dark sky outside the temple, as if a catastrophe was brewing, and even made people wonder whether it would be true... ...When the immortal gods got angry, they completely overturned the world they had been living in.

"I used to dream of seeing the beauty, but I finally saw it today...but..." On his face, there was a touch of melancholy and confusion that he had never seen before.

Even the head of such a famous family is dumbstruck at the moment, sitting on the sofa, feeling a little chilly in his heart.

"Get rid of ties with them, forget everything in the past, and still have a way out."

An extremely understatement.

Forget some things, but just go back to the past.

"Master..." Ling Wanyin, the eldest disciple next to him, wanted to speak, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Yes, in the store...they are not as good as those regular customers who are really qualified.

At this moment, she felt that she was really like an ant, that ancient ship full of gods and gods, if it was lightly crushed, they would be wiped out.

Others may have the rewards in the store, and still have a little bit of confidence.

Yes, in the face of such an existence, there is only a trace of confidence.

And they have no confidence at all.

Perhaps from the bottom of my heart, I couldn't stop saying: Let's quit this time... After all, he is a real fairy... It is completely different from those little devils and monsters in the past. Those existences are standing where they used to dream The destination everyone wants to reach!

And the compromise they made, just need to forget some delusions that shouldn't be there, and live the same life as many years ago, that's enough.

"With such a small price to be preserved, there should be no one who doesn't know how to choose..." On the top of the remote void, the clouds of immortals and seas are surging, and the stream of clouds outside the sky is as gorgeous as brocade. Xiantian Cliff, An incomparably majestic fairy palace hangs high in the sky, and Gui Ye stands in the palace, facing the surrounding immortals, talking gracefully and confidently.

But ah...

However, this is the last memory they don't want to forget.

"Here, I have seen a vast world that I couldn't imagine before. Here, the old man understands the true meaning of a monk, and there are... many, many things."

"The master..."

I saw this old man in a purple Taoist robe slowly stand up from his seat: "Wanyin..."

His face seemed to be a little older, but his cloudy eyes seemed to be a little brighter: "The old man remembers that there is a saying that goes, 'When you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening'."

"Old man... I don't have a good memory, tell me... Is there such a passage?"

"Yes." The most outstanding disciple of the Taixi Sect replied with a bow, "It comes from the "Analects of Confucius Liren" in the Sutra Pavilion of the Shushan School. It is said to be a book that records the words and deeds of an ancient sage."

Leaning on an ebony crutch, he walked to the front of the hall with the support of his eldest disciple Ling Wanyin.

Suddenly, there was only a thunderclap, and a white thunderbolt exploded in the square in front of him. Countless disciples with low cultivation levels hid in the room and shivered.

"Today, the old man feels like this...he who heard the Tao." His somewhat hunched body pointed to the sky under the thunder of fangs and claws in the sky and said, "So can I also die for it? "

Rumble!

The roar of the wind and the wild dance of the thunder clearly imprinted the outline of this monk standing in the sky, as if imprinting the soul of a monk who had been seeking Tao all his life into the sky.

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Jiuhua City store.

"Will you draw a clear line...?" Several old monks from the Wuwei Daoist League in the Jiuhua City shop couldn't help but look outside the shop.

At this moment, monks and warriors with lower cultivation bases dare not go out at all, but there is still a lot of popularity in the store.

Longitudinal... Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face, he must be talking about such a person.

"So what about immortals!? What about robbery?!" Nalan Hongwu said coldly.

"They dared to bring down divine punishment, so they thought we didn't dare to act rashly!" In the half-city store, the witch Ningbi also showed her threatening side that she had never shown in the store, just like an ancient big demon, Showing her fierce fangs.

"What are you afraid of!?" Gu Tingyun said coldly at the Yuanyang City Store.

"Dare to touch an inch of my mortal world." Two black shadows at the seaside of Tianyuan also showed their fierce eyes, "I will ask you to pay back a hundred times!"

In the three-point school field, the old sword master straightened the spine of a swordsman, and with the indelible sword intent that even heaven, earth, and fate could not be erased, he made that incomparably stunning sword.

When Qionghua fell, only the young man who said "my fate is up to me" had the miracle of shooting down Qionghua with an arrow.

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Even though the memories are gone, they raised their heads and straightened their spines from the past. This world has witnessed their growth, which is not only the growth of strength, but also the courage and courage that monks and warriors should have to fight for their beliefs and the way they seek!