Chapter 984: Not to Be Passed On

With the approval of the old god, Shou He put away the Blood God Halberd in his hand.

The blood all over his body is like fading tide.

"please."

The door opens.

The warriors in Qingyi Tower were on two sides.

"Just wait here."

Tang Anhuang, who was wearing Taoist robes, settled his junior brother in Pixiaguan beside him.

As a Taoist monk, all Taoist monks must call him senior brother.

"I will obey my senior brother's orders."

Zhou Jue bowed his hands in salute, and then stood aside with his hands down, as if he were a gatekeeper, without any of the wantonness or arrogance he had just now.

Immediately he looked at the back of the Daoist brother, then moved to the monk wearing brocade cassocks, frowned slightly, and realized that the situation seemed not good.

"Mage please come first?"

Tang Anhuang walked to the door and looked at the monk.

The monk chanted Amitabha in a low voice and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, please come first."

"A gentleman should be courteous, but I am not a gentleman. That is what scholars pride themselves on."

Tang Anhuang smiled calmly.

Although he has read through the classics of the three religions, he does not claim to be a scholar.

What is the purpose of reading?

Studying is for becoming an official.

What kind of officials do outsiders do?

So, Emperor Tang An stepped over the threshold without courtesy and walked straight to the main hall.

Xuannan smiled slightly.

He is not a scholar, he is a monk.

"Amitabha." Xuannan walked into the hall door holding the Buddha's old rites.

He looked around and then took it back. The layout of this hall should have been directed by an expert and personally done.

Thinking of the enshrinement of this hall, a flash of understanding flashed in Xuannan's eyes, and he sighed: "The rise and fall of the great road should be like this."

Yan Jundian.

The dark gold color on his body dissipated, and the beggar sat on the main seat.

The monk and the Taoist approached, and the beggar opened his eyes and watched the two young men slowly walking over. The beggar lowered his eyelids and could not see the light in his eyes.

but.

The two young men all saluted respectfully.

One is the Taoist etiquette of respecting the Tao, and the other is the etiquette of the Buddha and the Elder in the West.

The beggar suddenly laughed.

"I am not the Infinite Master of your Taoist sect, nor am I the old Buddha of the Buddhist sect. Why are you meeting me with such a courtesy?"

"I would like to become my disciple."

Tang Anhuang blurted out.

The beggar was speechless.

"Amitabha, the young monk is here to receive instruction from the Heavenly Lord on the orders of his master."

Xuannan did not hide it.

He did not laugh at Tang Anhuang, because the people in front of him mastered enough things to take them one step further. They were all the seeds of each family, and they had reached the third step of the peak, only missing the final step.

"Divine magic?"

The beggar's thoughts seemed to fly back to ancient times.

At that time, he did possess the supreme divine power, and he also created a supreme name. He retracted his thoughts that flew away, and looked at his current body again. He did not talk about the divine power.

He greeted: "Come on."

"Tea!"

The Ghost Saint sitting in the back hall was speechless for a while.

This old ghost really regards Yanjun Temple as his own dojo.

Tushanjun stood up.

I personally boiled spring water and made tea.

Then he walked in from the back hall and placed the tea bowl on the table where the two young men were sitting.

"Monk?"

Tang Anhuang took one look and stopped paying attention.

He has seen too many monks, many of them talented and talented.

What kind of people have I never seen?

An ordinary boy had nothing to pay attention to, and he would not pay too much attention to him, so he turned his eyes back to the beggar.

"Amitabha."

XuanNan nodded slightly. He didn't see anything different about this monk. The only difference was that the monk's eyes were too calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care about the content of their conversation at all.

XuanNan couldn't help but whisper.

Maybe this is why ordinary people cannot see the true Buddha.

Even if an opportunity is placed in front of him, he can't tell whether it is an opportunity or not.

After serving tea to the two young men, Tushanjun stood beside the beggar, really like a temple blessing.

"It's okay for Heavenly Lord not to teach you."

"Please Tianjun fight against this junior once for guidance." Tang Anhuang said firmly.

While speaking, he stood up, bowed and said: "This junior will never forget the great kindness of Heavenly Lord. If your senior has the idea of ​​reincarnation and rebuilding his cultivation, our Taoist sect will definitely open the door for you to be more convenient."

Xuannan spoke at the right time: "Amitabha, the Buddha has said that if the heavenly king comes to the west of me, he will also sit on the lotus platform."

"A cliché."

The beggar didn't even blink and said calmly: "I'm different from you."

"Junior knows."

XuanNan clasped his hands together.

Emperor Tang An asked: "Don't you think it's a pity, Lord Tian?"

"It would be a pity to lose it, but it would be a pity to pass it on to the world and ruin it."

The beggar shook his head slightly.

Tang Anhuang opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Trouble senior."

He still didn't drink the tea on the table, and even felt a little embarrassed to stay here, but he had no other purpose, he really wanted to learn.

"He's gone, won't you go?"

The beggar looked at Xuannan.

"Amitabha." Xuannan moved his gaze to the huge statue and said: "In the Battle of the Great Dao, seniors killed everyone but eventually fell into the mortal world. The young monk only got a glimpse of that ancient battle in the rumors. Meeting seniors today can be considered a blessing. A wish came true."

"It's a pity..."

Xuannan bowed and left without finishing his words.

Until both of them left the restraint of the formation, the red-haired ghost saint on the side spoke up: "Both of them are good. Although one is from Taoism and the other from Buddhism, if you have to choose a successor, choose one, so that your own Taoism will not be lost, and in the end there will be no one who misses you."

The beggar's face was calm but equally determined: "No!"

"I don't need people to miss you either."

Why pass on things from the old era to people in the new era.

In fact, the beggar has already said the answer. He would rather lose it than let the world mess up his things.

Tushan Jun looked at him with new eyes.

When he first saw the beggar's frivolous face, he thought he was not a serious person. Now it seems that the initial impression was wrong.

Whether the other party passed on the peach tree or not was none of his business. Tushan Jun now wanted to guard the peach tree.

When the peaches are ripe, he can pick them and leave.

It doesn't matter what immortal magic or divine magic.

"I'm telling the truth." The beggar got a bucket and washed his messy hair on the spot.

He continued, "Only the innate gods can exert the most powerful power of the innate gods' magic. Even the acquired gods cannot fully exert it, let alone those cultivators."

"They have their own paths and methods. If they learn my methods, they can't become immortals."

"What will they become?"

"God."

"God, what a great word, but that was in the past." The beggar washed off the dirt on his body and said, "To put it in a big way, becoming a god is not tolerated by the immortals. To put it in a small way, I just don't want to."

"I don't want my things to become the object of their research."

"I'm not that generous."

"It's all here."

The beggar pointed to his head: "I just won't pass it on!"

"It's you."

"What about me."

"What on earth are you?"

The beggar looked at Tushan Jun carefully. At first, he thought Tushan Jun was also a person who wanted to become a god, but then he suddenly found that it was not right. This should be a powerful cultivator, controlling a treasure that is specifically used to deal with the soul.

Looking at it again, why does it look so much like a weapon spirit?

Tushanjun sneered: "I didn't ask you about your origins, but you asked me first."

"Curious."

"I'm not curious."

"At least you have some respect for the seniors. Look at those Taoist and Buddhist children, they all call you Tianjun, which is the etiquette of the younger generation. What's more, you live in my temple."

The beggar washed off the dirt and put on a dark golden robe, revealing a resolute face.

His nose was like a hanging gall bladder, and his lips were square and wide.

His face was straight and his eyes were bright.

He really looked like a god.

Tushanjun still respected the old senior, but he really didn't want others to explore his origins.

He smiled and said: "They have something to ask of you, but I don't. If it weren't for me to rebuild your golden body, you would still be a lonely ghost outside."

"Okay."

The beggar returned in disappointment.

Gods have to bow their heads under the eaves.

"I don't know what to call you, senior?"

"Shouldn't you give your name before asking others?"

"My name is Tushan Jun."

"Tushan?"

The beggar was just slightly different. The ancient fox clan didn't have such a powerful treasure.

"I was called the Righteous Yan Tianjun in the past."

"You can just call me Yan Tianjun."

"How can I help Tianjun escape?"

Yan Tianjun was stunned. He didn't expect Tushan Jun to ask such a question: "When the divine blood is completely absorbed by the divine medicine and the Pantao Divine Tree recovers its vitality, I will escape."

"But you should be prepared. I'm afraid I will implicate you when I escape."

"What do you mean by implicate? Just get the divine blood to plant the divine medicine."

Tushan Jun didn't have such worries.

Opportunities are often accompanied by huge crises.

Even at the moment of life and death, we must not retreat from what we should face.

Tushan Jun also thought about hiding before. Hiding is always good, but he found that many things can be avoided on the first day but not on the fifteenth.

These things had been anticipated when he planted the magic medicine.

Now he only hoped that the magic blood could make the peaches ripe.

Then Shou He's Qi and Blood Martial Arts would go a step further and walk out of his own path.

"What does the Heavenly Lord think of the current Qi and Blood Martial Arts?"

"It can't be considered a martial arts."

...

Seeing that the Taoist senior brother walked out of the gate, Zhou Jue, who was guarding the door, hurried to meet him and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, have you finished your business?"

When the words came to his lips, he immediately regretted asking more questions. Didn't he see that the Buddhist monks hadn't come out yet?

Seeing how long someone stayed in the temple, he should know that Emperor Tang An was not doing well.

He was asking about things that were not related to the topic.

It was easy to upset the Taoist senior brother.

Emperor Tang An did not vent his anger on Zhou Jue, but took out a jade slip, closed his eyes and described it, and said: "Check the origin of this person."

"Check?"

Zhou Jue took the jade slip in surprise.

"Let's go."

Emperor Tang An looked back at the temple and turned away without any regret.

Opportunities are things that belong to you.

You can fight for them even if they don't belong to you.

Since you have already fought for them and there is nothing you can do about it, staying here will only make you a laughing stock.

He didn't want to rack his brains to get the method to become a god.

It's okay if he can't become a god, as long as he can become an immortal.

"I wish I was born in the time of the destruction of the sky."

Emperor Tang An shook his head and left.