The first cause of all realms

Chapter 475 Junior Yang Yu, please give me your advice!
In the main hall, the old Taoist paced back and forth, his clothes were shaking, and there was a kind of vigorous spirit surging that one could not look directly at.

Seeing the old Taoist with a happy expression, even more joyful than after he suppressed Andoren, a thought suddenly popped up in Yang Yu's mind.

In order to continue to learn from the past...

With his current martial arts, he still can't feel the surging waves in Zhang Laodao's heart, but he is also faintly touched.

If there were no sages like Lao Dao, how could there be a systematic way of martial arts after thousands of years?

"My way is not alone, not alone!"

Zhang Laodao was in a great mood, he swung his sleeves, sat on the floor, and patted the ground casually: "Come, come, sit here..."

Yang Ju was as good as others, and he also sat on the ground.

The old Taoist admired slightly:

"Your talent and disposition can be regarded as top-notch in any era. What's even more rare is the chance you have. The level of Daoguo's recognition of the Lord alone is better than ninety-nine percent of ordinary people in the world. Easy way..."

"The real person is overrated."

Faced with the old man's praise, Yang Qiu also felt that it was useful.

This is the evaluation of the Martial Dao Monument, if it is recorded in the book, it can be passed down to future generations.

"Immortal Dao and Martial Dao, in fact, there is no conflict, but, compared to the Immortal Dao, which has the footprints of the predecessors, the road of Martial Dao is too rough and difficult..."

The old man sighed slightly:

"I just hope that you don't give up martial arts in the future, even if you are like that boy Wang before?"

"How could you give up?"

Yang Yu shook his head.

"I just hope that after the sky changes, you still have this heart."

The old man's eyes are bright and clear, with a penetrating sophistication:

"Unfortunately, you are not sincere in martial arts."

"good."

Yang Yu responded calmly:
"I'm only true to myself."

People come from different backgrounds and have different hearts.

Different from Zhang Sloppy, he has been a human being in two lives, and his encounters are far more bizarre than ordinary people's imagination. He is required to be like Zhang Xuanba, abandoning Dao fruit and rushing to the unknown road ahead.

He asked himself that he couldn't do it, at least not now.

"Being honest with myself... a slippery boy, but it's still honest."

The old man smiled dumbly, and changed the topic:
"When the old Taoist was young, he had no way out and traveled all over the world. By coincidence, he entered several secret realms, which are what you call fairylands..."

Zhang Laodao talked eloquently, while Yang Jue listened quietly.

As he knows, the old Taoist's life is not complicated. For the first half of his life, he was in troubled times, practicing martial arts with a sword, until he stared at the great pressure of the Great Chan Temple and founded Hanging Mountain, he was alone.

He likes delicious food, he likes to walk, and he rarely stays in one place for a long time. He travels the world, enters when encountering mountains, and stops when encountering scenery.

Occasionally left writing and ink, and once described mountains and rivers...

"At that time, I didn't have any thoughts about martial arts. I was focused on searching for immortals and Taoism. I entered the secret realm steeply and saw ancient illusions. I was also excited, but then..."

The old man's expression is on and off:

"Do you know what it was like in the age of immortality before ancient times?"

Yang Ji's heart moved slightly:

"It doesn't seem to be as good as expected..."

"In the ancient times that I imagined, the immortals are aloof, traveling to the North Sea, ignoring the mortal world, eating the wind and drinking the dew, leaving the world and being independent, but..."

There is complexity in the old Taoist expression:

"In the era of the prosperity of immortality, one immortal gate can guard many kingdoms, and trillions of living beings can survive by relying on it.

There is a fairy gate above, and there are evil spirits running rampant below, and at night, there are hundreds of ghosts walking around at night, everyone is like grass, everyone is like a walking corpse..."

With a long sigh, Zhang Laodao closed his eyes:

"Do you know why mortals like me could exist in that era..."

Yang Yu was silent for a moment. In fact, in the fantasy world of "Land Returning to True" in the Sky Sea Realm, he had faint contact with him:

"ceremony."

"good."

The old man's eyes became sharp:
"The world of mortals is not the world of mortals, and the world is not the world of humans. In those fairy gates, where our generation lives, it is also called 'the ranch'!"

"pasture……"

Yang Ji chewed on this word.

He remembered that in Wang Muzhi's mention, this Longyuan Road seemed to have been one of the 'Yin Division Ranch'...

"Martial arts, compared to the immortal arts, have countless deficiencies. Even if martial arts are great, they can only be compared with supernatural powers. The road ahead is bleak, or even broken, dead..."

The old Taoist expression was a little dazed, and after a while, he just woke up from the memory:
"However, if in the future there is a great change in the world, a group of demons dance in the world, mountain monsters and wood charms laugh at the mountains and forests, and a hundred ghosts walk in the world every day,
Will martial arts be the only foundation for ordinary people of my generation? "

silence!

The hidden worries in his heart about Tianchang were torn apart at once, and Yang Jue's heart sank involuntarily.

Whether it is in the tide theory or in the files he collected from other places, it all indicates that the sky is about to change.

As Zhang Laodao said, if there is such a day...

"We can't put life and death on the conscience of others, can we?"

The old man restrained his thoughts, and took out a yellowed leather scroll:
"Your martial arts has become a system, and you have read a lot of classics in the Hanging Mountain. The old master doesn't have much to teach you. This parchment contains the old master's experience in martial arts and the method of keeping precepts. Maybe it will be of some use to you. ..."

"Thank you, real man."

Yang Ju got up and took it with both hands, only to feel that the thin sheepskin seemed as heavy as a mountain.

"It's not that the old man broke his promise and refused to give you the Sword of Seven Tribulations."

Zhang Laodao stroked his long beard with his hands:

"You probably want to cross the four steps of becoming an immortal. Compared with you, the method of keeping precepts is better than the Seven Tribulations Sword, and..."

The old Taoist did not point out the second half of the sentence, but Yang Qiu naturally knew it well.

In this illusion, he can take away anything, except the Seven Tribulations Sword, which is not acceptable.

It's not that the old Taoists don't allow it, but that the future generations of Xuankong Mountain will definitely not allow an outsider to take the ancestor to send troops.

"Although the Seven Tribulations Sword is good, the younger generation will naturally not be greedy when using a sword."

Yang Jue patted the long blade on his waist.

Although limited by the material, this double-edged knife is still at the ten-forged level, but it has all kinds of fate blessings, which is not inferior to any hundred-refined magic weapon, and it is connected with his blood, so it is the most handy.

"Fenghao's dao fruit, you can also take it. Although flying sand and rocks is not the best supernatural power, you don't need it, and you can exchange it with the right person for something you can use..."

The old man was quite generous, and took out another dusty stone carving from his sleeve.

Yang Qiu didn't refuse, thanked him, accepted it, and asked just now:
"The younger generation has doubts about keeping the precepts, and I hope the real person will give me advice..."

He actually has the precepts. Yu Fengxian once gave him a precepts in the Longyuan Palace's collection, but he didn't want to do it recklessly before he thoroughly considered the pros and cons.

"Keep the precepts..."

After pondering for a while, the old Taoist said, "How much do you know about keeping the precepts?"

Yang Yu answered without hesitation:

"Heaven and man collide, and the gods lose me."

"what?"

The spirit of the old man trembled slightly, and surprise appeared in his eyes: "I see you walking, sitting and lying down, you don't seem to come from a great sect, and you don't want to see it, but you are unique..."

When the old Taoist asked, Yang Qiu naturally knew everything.

Over the years, he has carefully collected information about the law of keeping precepts. Although it is not comprehensive, he is not ignorant.

Some of the records made Zhang Laodao couldn't help but be amazed. This is obviously the information of later generations.

"You are right. The method of keeping the precepts is not a method used by immortals and Buddhas to restrain themselves, but a method used to hedge against the secret method created by 'Immortal God Lost Self'..."

After thinking for a while, the old Taoist replied:
"However, things in the world can't be as expected. No matter what the reason for the 'keeping the precepts' is, in the final analysis, there are advantages and disadvantages."

After a pause, he said again: "The pros and cons are naturally for those immortal Buddhas in ancient times..."

As a true Taoist who has spent most of his life seeking immortals and visiting Taoism, the old Taoist naturally has a very deep understanding of the precepts.

In his opinion, this method of keeping the precepts is really wonderful, although the original intention is for the immortals and Buddhas to maintain their original intentions and not to be collided by the heavens and the earth.

But as a result, the Immortal Buddha himself was also bound.

"If you hold the lust precept, then you must not break the precept for the rest of your life. Otherwise, you will be in vain if you keep the precept for many years, and you will most likely fall into the calamity of 'losing yourself'..."

Saying that, the old Taoist took a look at Yang Yu:
"You probably think it's a bondage, but if a person doesn't restrain himself, how is he different from a beast?"

"Lost me..."

Yang Qiu stood quietly for a long time, and just now he bowed: "The junior has been taught..."

"go Go."

The old man waved his hand as a farewell.

only……

"Junior, I still have an unfeeling request..."

Yang Jue put away the parchment carefully, and bowed slightly: "Please don't hesitate to teach me..."

"Teach me?"

Suspicion appeared in the eyes of the old Taoist: "Are you confused?"

"..."

Yang Jue coughed lightly, took a few steps back, pressed the knife with five fingers, and bowed slightly:
"The future generations will learn from Yang Yu, so please give me your advice!"

At this moment, Yang Jue's momentum changed, instead of rising violently, he fell slowly.

The ceremony of Longyuan Sword is the reason why he has to come to this day to compete.

"you……"

The old Taoist wiped his oily palms with his sleeve robe, and was a little stunned:
"Is it a ceremony?"

……

……

"The sky has changed..."

A sword light rises and falls from the light, dismissing the interesting juniors from later generations, and the slovenly old man slowly walked out of the hall.

Behind him, the hall built of good bluestones became dim until it disappeared.

The old man walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, and as far as he could see, the turbulent clouds and mist became thinner, and the cold wind gradually stopped...

The mountains in the distance, the cities further away, and the people, birds and beasts that should have been on the mountains gradually lost their breath.

Once upon a time, at this moment, he would hear the unwilling and manic roar of Andoren, but at this moment, the world has completely quieted down.

Gradually in the chaotic illusion, everything is gone, only the old Taoist walks alone in the wind with his sleeves...

"I really want to go to the afterlife to have a look..."

Lying on his side on the edge of the cliff, resting his chin on his hand, the sloppy old Taoist yawned for a long time, bid farewell to the dissipated illusion, and wished himself:

"Nice dream!"

……

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　Continue to code... I have to go to bed early today.

　
(End of this chapter)