Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

One step into the threshold, as if entering another world, the huge Buddha statue stands here, as if grasping a piece of heaven and earth, with a golden body and a solemn expression.

"Western Reception Buddha?" Gongyilin raised his eyebrows, "The one enshrined here is actually Western Reception Buddha."

It is rumored that the West is leading the Buddha to extradite the dead, and ordinary people are afraid to avoid it. Unexpectedly, this palace has set up a Buddhist hall to burn incense and worship.

"The Dao is three thousand, and the Dharma is boundless." Gong Yilin stared at the majestic Buddha statue and bowed respectfully three times.

The little bird landed on his shoulder, but did not bow its head following his movements. The more powerful the race, the more it worshiped power, and gods and Buddhas were just a symbol of power.

"I have lived for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen such an interesting combination of you."

From far to near, this sentence contains endless power, and the person who hears it feels that the strings in the brain are broken and almost broken.

It took Gongyilin a lot of effort to just take a small step back, just for a moment, he almost felt that his mind was unstable.

An old man appeared in front of them at some unknown time. He was thin and small, less than one-third of the Buddha, but he stood there, and people couldn't help but want to worship him. This is the power of a peerless powerhouse .Gong Yilin has only seen this kind of power three times in his life, his master, the refined scholar from the Immortal Holy Land, and the old man in front of him.

"You can use [-]% of your cultivation to resist the coercion of the old man. You are good." The old man glanced at Gongyilin appreciatively, and then his eyes fell on the little bird. I'm afraid it's going to be a mess."

The speaker was not interested in the listener, and Qinghe glanced at Gongyilin from the corner of his eye. All this seemed strange, but after thinking about it, it was all related to this person. Thinking of it, it was actually a set of rings.

Suddenly, the old man's pupils shrank suddenly, his face changed, and his gaze shifted to Gongyilin again, "Seven thousand miles away from the sea, spreading your wings proudly, Haidie, are you still there?"

A huge coercion hit, more than ten times higher than before, Gong Yilin felt that his bones were about to be crushed, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you, and why do you have the breath of a sea butterfly?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

Licking off the blood with the tip of his tongue, Gongyilin still responded with a smile: "I am just like countless people who want to get a chance, but they are just people who broke into the Holy Land by luck and want to get an inheritance."

Kunpeng's body had already appeared at this time, and it was just now that it blocked the fatal blow for Gongyilin.

"The old man met you once in the Holy Land of Immortality. At that time, your cultivation base was not sealed, and you were able to shield the old man's consciousness and conceal the existence of Hai Die."

Gong Yilin, "One more hole card is equal to one more life."

"This explanation is too perfunctory. To escape the old man's eyes, it is already a means against the sky." During the words, the old man fixed his eyes on him, as if he wanted to penetrate into his consciousness and see everything about him.

Gongyilin put up all his energy to meet his gaze, shielding his sea of ​​consciousness.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

After a while, the old man opened his mouth, but said: "Others have to pass the third test, as long as the answer can satisfy the old man [-]%, they can pass, but you, [-]%."

"Other people are [-]%, he wants [-]%, if he really answers, is it possible that you will give him [-]% more inheritance?" The same majestic and solemn voice, Kunpeng's voice was a little more cold, with an air of condescension to the sky.

Gong Yilin's eyes flashed brightly, he was sure he had heard this voice.

"Even if your ancestors were here, they wouldn't dare to talk to this old man."

Kunpeng's body was filled with a fighting spirit, and each of the originally beautiful feathers was now as sharp as a blade, cutting iron like mud. There is no doubt that once it spreads its wings, tens of thousands of lives will fall, and gods and demons will be afraid.

"If the ancestor is still here, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to speak."

The old man was not furious because of its collision. On the contrary, his expression was a little strange, as if he had thought of something, "You are right. If it is still there, I am afraid that the old man will not be given a chance to speak."

It’s not that they can’t be beaten. The ancestors of the Kunpeng clan are not the most powerful in the world, but they are the ones that no one wants to provoke. They do things unscrupulously and arrogantly. The meaning of the ancestors is to fight first, and then to win the battle. The key is that once it fights, it is a battle of life and death. .

"That's why I say you are a very interesting pair," the old man sighed, "He respects Buddha, but you despise him."

Gong Yilin calmly gave an analysis at the side: "It's not difficult to understand. Compared with the monster race, demon race, and beast race, the human race is born weak, without a strong body, and there is no innate inheritance comparable to the gods and beasts. Faith becomes A source of human strength."

"Faith?" The old man shook his head, "If you live to the age of this old man, you will understand that there is nothing more reliable than the power in your own hands."

Gongyilin pondered for a while, thought about this sentence seriously, and finally cupped his fists, "Thank you for the gift."

There was a trace of satisfaction in the old man's eyes, "You are indeed a rare talent, but it's a pity..."

It's a pity, he didn't say anything, he just said: "If you can really give an answer that satisfies the old man, I will add one more magic weapon to you."

For a person like him, the lowest magic weapon he talks about is also an immortal weapon level.

But Gong Yilin said: "Can you not use the magic weapon? You just need to do the junior a favor. Of course, it's easy for you. It doesn't involve murder and arson, and it won't violate morality."

The old man was startled for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Don't say a [-]% satisfactory answer, even if it is [-]%, you have never had it in ten thousand years, but now you have started to negotiate after the event, you are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers." .”

Hearing these words, Gong Yilin still had a hint of complacency in his eyes. A newborn calf does not prove that he is still young. So, he likes to deal with this kind of people who have lived for tens of thousands of years, and he feels young in an instant. Not a lot!

"No, but there is always a slight chance, so you have to try it. If there is not even a one-thousandth chance, there is no need for this assessment."

While they were talking, Kunpeng loosened the outside and tightened the inside, using all the strength of his body. Once the Gongyilin assessment failed, it would immediately attack the old man. There might be a chance of a surprise attack.

The old man was silent for a while, "You are right, what the old man just said is indeed unfair."

justice?A [-]% satisfactory answer is not fair in the first place, but Gong Yilin didn't get entangled in this question, "It's just that before answering, can you answer a question for junior."

"It depends on the situation." The old man said lightly.

"Was Bai Mo responsible for Lin Bo's death?" With his cultivation at the level of the old man, his spiritual sense completely covered a hundred miles, and no matter what happened, he couldn't hide it from him.

"suicide."

Gong Yilin was not shocked, but murmured: "It really is."

"The ancestor of the Bai family married the old man's daughter." Speaking of his daughter, the old man had a kind face on his face. "Back then, she gave up her immortal body in order to marry a mortal. Before she died, she begged the old man to sit in the White House for a thousand years. , to protect the safety of the White Mansion, and what will happen to the White Mansion in a thousand years, I don’t need to worry about it anymore.”

"Why 1000 years?"

"A thousand years ago, there was a young man who came to the Holy Land of Immortality and wanted to obtain the inheritance. After the first failure, the old man saw that his talent was really extraordinary, so he felt compassionate and gave him another chance. Afterwards, in order to repay the old man For the favor of the old man, he proposed to divination for the old man. At the level of the old man, if he wanted to calculate the fate of the old man, he would only be killed by heaven, but the old man's daughter had already lost her immortal body, so the old man asked him to help the old man's daughter test Gua."

Thousands of years ago, wouldn't that be a big brother?Gongyilin didn't speak, and continued to listen to the old man.

"He calculated that there would be a catastrophe in the Bai family in a thousand years, and the incense might be cut off. After hearing this, the little girl was worried day and night. Before the end of the life, I would invite the old man to sit in the Bai mansion. I didn't take this matter to heart at first. If the family is bound together, it will be tainted with endless luck, even if the incense is cut off, the old man's promise that day is just to let my daughter leave with peace of mind."

Gong Yilin, "I can't hide everything about the palace from you, but this junior is puzzled by one thing. When the princess left with her son, there was a chance to stop it. Why..."

"Of course the old man won't stop it," the old man said, "The young man who divination once said that if you want to survive this catastrophe, you have to let nature take its course and nothing can be changed by human power, but the old man didn't even tell the little girl about this."

He paused, his eyes fixed on Gongyilin: "The old man said so, do you understand?"

"Poor parents in the world." He didn't say it, his daughter must think that with the strength of her father, no matter how difficult it is, she can be saved.

The old man nodded, "A child can be taught."

"Bian Feichen once told me that his biological father despised him as an unknown person and abandoned him at birth. It happened that Bai Mo couldn't find his parents and children, so he happened to find him in his infancy, so he took him back to raise him as an adult, but Bian Feichen The time of birth was in winter, and in that season, the chances of an abandoned child surviving to be found are almost impossible by coincidence."

"Coincidence? There are so many coincidences in this world."

With a wave of his sleeve, the old man changed the world in a blink of an eye, even the seasons changed. Seeing the shock in Gong Yilin's eyes, he said, "This is a small world I constructed, the four seasons and the scenes are all in my mind. "

It was snowing heavily, and the fluttering snowflakes fell on the neck, which was extremely cold. Gongyilin was still wearing a spring shirt, but it suddenly turned into winter. He tiptoed and rushed into Kunpeng's arms, shouting: "Father is freezing to death!" .”

As soon as the voice fell, he was fanned out for more than 1000 meters.

The way the old man looked at Gongyilin changed a little. He dared to call himself father in front of Kunpeng. How impatient was he?

After dozens of breaths, Gong Yilin stumbled back from a thousand meters away, his hair was disheveled, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"rise!"

The old man let out a low shout, and the two of them flew into the air at a height of thousands of feet, while Kunpeng spread his wings directly and flew high into the sky.

Next, Gongyilin watched with his own eyes thousands of cavalry looking for them in the mountains and forests, and the whole town of He'an was turned upside down because of a child.

By the third day, most of the thousands of cavalry had retreated, leaving only less than a hundred people. At night, a middle-aged man staggered towards the depths, holding a newborn baby in his arms. The middle-aged man was wearing very thin clothes. , but the child was wrapped very thickly, and the heavy snow covered his footprints when he came.

The old man pointed to the baby in the middle-aged man's arms, "This child is a congenital body, an inseparable body for cultivating immortals. When he was born, a vision came from the sky, but he was regarded as a monster."

The middle-aged man raised his head, his expression was exhausted, the sadness in his eyes could not be concealed, and he said intermittently: "I have no choice, no way... You will only be treated as a monster here, I don't want you to be bullied and grow up... Ronghua Wealth and honor, take good care of, I will let you have what other people have, and let you have what others don’t have."

The whole night, he held the child in his arms and kept whispering until it was almost dawn. After calculating the time, he put the child under the tree, carefully buried his footprints with snow, and hid in a cave not far away. .

The sun was rising in the east, the snow was falling even harder, and the child's face was a little frozen blue. At this moment, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, and there was a voice, "My lord, you have stayed here for three days. Even the emperor I didn't even attend the celebration banquet that I came to, if I don't go back, I'm afraid there will be some trouble."

"My king doesn't need to consult other people's opinions when doing things."

"But..." The man suddenly stopped, "There seems to be something under the tree in front?"

"Go and have a look."

"Yes."

"Shut up!"

Two fine horses stopped under the tree, one of them dismounted was wearing a black robe, and the other was wearing a white robe, his whole body was full of unspeakable nobility.

"It's a child!" The man in black exclaimed in surprise.

The man in white robe looked at the baby with purple lips, hesitated for a moment, bowed down, and hugged him into his arms.

As if sensing warmth, the child leaned slightly closer to his arms.

The man in black beside him frowned, "Who is so cruel to abandon such a small child in the mountains? If we don't come, the child will die."

"Baichen." The man in white robe sighed, "His name will be Baichen from now on."

"You want..." The man in black looked at him in shock.

"Let's go." The white-robed man said no more, held the baby in his left hand, got on his horse, and walked away on the snow.

The man in black didn't care about being shocked, and hurried after him.

When they had walked a long way, there was a sudden whimpering sound from the cave, "His surname is Lin, and his name is Wuyou. He was given this name in the hope that he will live a lifetime of worry-free life. His surname is Lin, and his name is Wuyou..."

I didn't know how many times I repeated it, even though my lips were chapped, the middle-aged man didn't stop.

In the sky thousands of feet high, Gong Yilin looked a little sad.

"Do you know why he did this?" the old man suddenly asked.

Gong Yilin thought for a while, and slowly said: "As this man said, this child is regarded as a monster at birth. If he grows up in He'an Town, he will only be looked down upon and bullied. But at this time, Many people came to He'an Town, this is an opportunity."

"That's right," the old man said: "You have cleverly used human psychology. Even the most heartless person can't find his own child. If you suddenly meet an abandoned child, what would you do? ?”

Gong Yilin sighed: "Naturally, it is considered as God's arrangement, to adopt him as a foster son, raise him up, and give him more love."

While they were talking, the middle-aged man had already walked out of the cave, his figure was desolate, and he was slowly walking back in a daze.

"This man," the old man looked at the back of the middle-aged man, "after returning home, he practiced martial arts hard and kept inquiring about the identities of those people. After finally finding out the identity of those people, he went to Yecheng alone, and tried every means to find someone in the palace. After more than ten years, the child has grown up, not only the prince of the palace, but also the young god of war praised by others, but at this moment, the real prince was found, and it was even more desperate. Yes, he accidentally found a letter from his own son to his adoptive father before he left for the expedition: When he leads the army and returns from victory, would you like to stay away from Yecheng with me and stay with the world of mortals?"

"Speaking of which, you must know who the people in this story are," the old man said slowly, "Before the battle started, Bai Ce discovered the identity of this person and took the opportunity to force Bai Chen to leave the palace, but Bai Chen designed , let Bai Ce almost lose half his life on the battlefield. On the surface, this person was going to beg Bai Mo to forgive Bai Chen, but in fact he didn't go at all. The relationship between Chen and Bai Mo made him completely lose this thought."

"In order to get revenge, Bai Chen wanted to kill Bai Ce with his own hands, vowing to make Bai Mo feel the pain. Later, the old man took action and disabled his meridians."

Gong Yilin, "It's a pity that Bian Feichen and Bai Mo have a chance to be together."

"What you saw was a regrettable love, but in the eyes of the old man, there was only a tragedy of human relations, a tragedy of human relations that almost cut off the incense of the Bai family."

Gong Yilin remained silent.

"Now you should tell the old man that there are all dharmas, and the Dharma is boundless. What is the way of the Buddha?"

From the corner of Gongyilin's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man's back, and suddenly recalled in his mind the night when he and Bian Feichen met for the first time, the frogs croaked and the cicadas sang, and Bian Feichen leaned on the rocking chair with a dazed expression, as if A big dream, like repenting and reminiscing, "If I fall in love with someone with all my heart and soul, I need him to live for me, die for me, and break my heart for me."

"Cause and effect." Thinking of this, the two words came out of Gongyilin's mouth without the slightest hesitation, "In this world, an inadvertent thought, word or deed will become a seed, that is, karma. Everything has a cause, and there must be an effect. The reason is that Lin Bo abandoned his beloved son, and Bai Mo adopted it. Together, the present result is evolved. The retribution of good and evil, like a shadow, the cause and effect of the three generations, the cycle is not lost, and everything has a cause and an effect. Some people may say that good people have no good rewards, and the disaster will last for thousands of years, but you must know that the murderer will always kill. , Those who humiliate others, people will continue to humiliate them, not because there is no retribution, but the time for retribution has not yet come."

"What a cause and effect of the third life, the cycle is not lost, what a cause and effect!"

The old man fell into deep thought, "Cause and effect... I thought I would never hear this answer again." He raised his head with memories in his eyes, "About a thousand years ago, the test that the Tianjiao participated in was the inheritance of Taoism. I asked the old man that Taoism is like this, so what is Buddhism? The old man threw out the word cause and effect. He sat cross-legged on the holy mountain of immortality for three whole days, almost fossilized. , sticking to the lapel of his clothes and not leaving, when he opened his eyes, the first sentence he said was 'I got it', and you are so young, you can actually say the answer."

The Tianjiao from thousands of years ago, Kunpeng thought, isn't that the senior brother that Gongyilin said?

"It's my elder brother." This is the first time that Gongyi Linyong has spoken to Kunpeng through spiritual communication. In the past, Kunpeng used to communicate with him in the form of a small bird using spiritual communication. , and then use the secret method of our sect "Panshi Xinshu" to send messages across thousands of miles, so that if someone in the sect comes to the Holy Land of Undead by chance in the future, they can take away the inheritance. During this period, because of the lack of spiritual consciousness, the soul was unstable, and naturally it was like a stone, and even the birds could not feel his vitality."

Kunpeng opened his eyes wide, he had seen someone cheating, but he had never seen someone cheating so blatantly!

Gong Yilin stood with his hands behind his back, looking like an outsider, and his tone was full of vicissitudes, "How much a person realizes is not determined by how old he lives, but by how many roads he has traveled. What have you been through, who have you met?"

The words revealed a deep sadness.

Knowing the truth, Kunpeng glanced at Gongyilin twice, and couldn't help turning his head away. There are people who can pretend so much in the world!

However, the old man seemed to be struck at a certain heartstring, "How many roads have I traveled... No wonder, you are young, so you can experience it."

When Gongyilin heard the 'little age''s heart flutter, he almost didn't hold back, and smiled happily. At the critical moment, he coughed lightly, forced himself to suppress the joy in his heart, and continued to be calm.

"I don't know if the answer below is qualified?"

"That's all," the old man sighed, "This answer has exceeded my expectations. I thought it was a certain death path for you, but I didn't expect you to be able to emerge from it."

Gongyi smiled and said: "So, it seems that I can survive today."

The old man actually showed a smile, "It is indeed a happy thing to be able to survive. After all, no matter how high your cultivation base is, no matter how powerful your skills are, only when you are alive can you feel and use your power."

"The junior is happy, not happy to survive."

"Oh?" The old man finally raised his interest.

"The younger generation is happy because just today, the younger generation has walked an extra path."

The old man was stunned, and burst into a burst of laughter, almost the whole mountain trembled, "Okay, well said! The old man wants a [-]% satisfactory answer, and you have already given [-]%. In ten thousand years, I can give this old man this answer." If you are touched, you are the second one, and this old man will form a good cause with you and send you a fortune."

While speaking, he raised his finger and tapped Gongyilin's forehead lightly, only to see a light flashing between Gongyilin's eyebrows, melting into his flesh and blood.

"This is the old man's ray of consciousness, which can save your life at a critical moment."

It is no exaggeration to say that a strong man with his level of cultivation can kill a half-step true immortal with even a small strand of divine consciousness.

Gongyilin's face was overjoyed, it seemed that in the future, there would be another layer of life protection on the road of doing evil and hatred: "Thank you."

"No problem," the old man waved his hand, "I just want to see how long your road is, but this old man wants to remind you that a practitioner is fighting against the Dao, putting all his eggs in one basket, fighting for his life, and must not think that there is a ray With spiritual protection, you can develop dependence and have nothing to fear."

Gongyilin thought for a while, and said seriously: "Your junior, keep it in mind." Then he said: "The previous request..."

"The old man has lived for so long, is it so difficult that he can still renege on his debt?"

Gongyilin immediately beamed with joy, "Of course, of course, you are always as good as you are."

"Tell me, what can the old man do for you?"

Gong Yilin stepped forward, his voice was like a mosquito, "You just need to pluck out two hairs for me?"

As he spoke, he quietly glanced at the snow-white Kunpeng.