Zombie King

In the south of Yunyang City, Qing Ming sat on the ridge and looked at the small village below.

"If you haven't cultivated, are you just like them?" Qing Ming asked.

Yidong's soul sat beside him, looking at the familiar village: "I am an unknown person. When I was very young, my mother went crazy. I don't know where she went. My father also lived in a muddle. It's my grandfather. The one who raised me was lucky to be selected when I was ten years old, and the single golden spirit root was tested, so I became the envy of the villagers."

"Eight years of foundation building, a single spiritual root, is it fast or slow?" Qing Ming was curious.

"It's fast for ordinary people, and the foundation building in ten years is the speed of a single spiritual root." Yidong said.

"Where's your grandfather?" Qing Ming suddenly asked back.

Yidong thought he didn't like mortal topics, but he didn't expect him to ask again.

"I died when I was 13 years old." Yidong replied.

Qing Ming looked at the twilight of the sky and the earth: "It doesn't matter, at least there was a family relationship once."

"What is life to the heaven?" Yidong was curious.

"Flying fire and shooting stars are fleeting." Qingming said: "There used to be a world where gods and gods didn't believe in people, what could surpass the heavens, so they kept reincarnating, to experience, and finally came to the conclusion that human feelings are something that the heavens don't have."

"Because the heavens are so cold?"

"Because the heavenly world does not need human affection, the gods of the heavenly world have already penetrated the origin of all emotional changes in the human world. They have understood the laws of all things in the human world. The elusive change between the changes of all things is just like fifty. There are 49 chairs for one person, and you never know which one is empty."

"Is this the way of heaven?"

"This is a slight change in the way of heaven. You can regard it as a little fun of the way of heaven, or curiosity."

"Then what is the origin of your cultivation?" Yidong asked.

Qingming looked at him, and the mountain wind blew through his hair: "I don't know, really. I used to be just a mountain, a mountain that opened with the sky and the earth. I sat and watched the clouds rise and fall, and the Three Realms War. Then I was The Supreme Being has brought the heavens, wherever it is trapped, it has been spotless for hundreds of millions of years, and it will remain unchanged!"

"Perhaps being a mountain is hard to measure compared to being a human being!" Yidong said.

"When I was a mountain, I was envious of being a human being and becoming a fairy. When I was a human being, I knew that Taoism follows fate." Qing Ming replied: "So, I follow fate in everything. This is just a practice of thousands of years."

"Is there anyone who doesn't seek to become a fairy?"

"A lot! In the western world, there was a man who believed in God very devoutly, and God was going to test him. Let his wife and children die of the plague, let him have sores all over his body, and make him poor. He persisted, and finally died of Lonely, before he died, he said 'God, why are you torturing me?' So God appeared and said that if you didn't complain about me until you died, I was going to take you to heaven, but you didn't stick to it until the end , then go to hell!"

"Hmph!" Yidong snorted coldly: "This god is the bastard."

"So, there may be good people in the Demon Sect, but they can't extricate themselves because of the corpses in the world around them, because it's not easy for him to live. When a righteous monk jumps out and speaks loudly, have you ever thought about changing yourself to the other party? Well, I still think that life is not easy, so bear with it!"

Yidong closed his eyes, thoughtful, settled in his heart, and his soul was tranquil.

When Qing Ming talks about Taoism, he likes to use an example to bring out some truths in simple terms.

His Dharma form may be very simple, or it may never be firm, like the wind, like light and dust, passively changing.

The mountains and rivers ended.

Qing Ming is indeed thinking about his own way.

As a mountain, he wants to condense the shape of thousands of mountains, which is his vision.

At the same time, he is also thinking about the future of his earth road.

He has the Book of the Earth, and as the Supreme Dafa of the Earth Immortal, he holds a divine weapon in his hand.

Without relying on magic energy to measure, what kind of attack method is needed to practice in the earth way is an important choice. To put it bluntly, it is the choice of the magic weapon of life.

He firmly believes that his talisman is the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the essence of the black soil is only one of the five roots of the soil.

If it is a mountain, then mountain pressure is his favorite simple and crude method.

This is also one of the reasons why he likes to hit people with earth mill talismans.

Speaking of this, Qing Ming smiled with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

That kind of sudden smile while practicing with eyes closed, Yidong can feel the change of Qingming even though he is in meditation.

Yidong also smiled slightly in his heart.

Qing Ming laughed because of the topic of 'mountain pressure'.

He was placed high above the sky in the heavenly realm, and there is Tianhe pasture below.

Once upon a time, Taishang's Daoist favorite place to graze cattle, the Taishang's big green cattle.

But the boy who burns fire likes to chatter with cows the most.

"Let me tell you, in fact, Wu Gang was punished to cut down trees in the Moon Palace, and he didn't wear anything. He looked at the laurel tree naked every day, hoping to have strong muscles so that he could seduce Fairy Chang'e. Speaking of which, he is in good shape, but He has body odor!" Daotong didn't know where the gossip came from, and said to Niu: "He cut down trees every day and night, hoping to seduce fairies. In fact, fairies are so suffocated by his body odor. Moon Rabbit told me that if it wasn't for the low temperature in Guanghan, it and Fairy would have buried Wu Gang under the laurel tree long ago!"

The big green cow flicked its tail, exhaled, and turned its head.

"There is also Tianwang Tota Li. Don't look at him and the third prince. His pagoda was given by the Bodhisattva. Back then, he was too cruel to the third prince. The third prince tried to kill him many times, but the Bodhisattva saved his life." The boy turned around and sat in front of the bull's head again: "Believe it or not, let's bet that if the pagoda is gone now, the third prince's Huntianling will fly over immediately."

The big green cow chewed the grass in its mouth, panting heavily through its nose.

"Once!" the boy blushed and said, "Heavenly King sleeps with his pagoda in his arms every day. One time he put the pagoda between his legs for convenience, and fell asleep under the quilt. Guess what, the four heavenly kings went to sleep." Visiting the door, looking at the quilt of the king of heaven, I felt inferior for a long time."

Da Qingniu flicked his ears, his voice was so clear that even Qing Ming could hear it.

So he has always had a wish in the fairy world, that is, when the boy is grazing the cows, he can directly drop it from above, and smash the boy to the [-]th floor of hell.

But of course this boy is fine, and he is also the most powerful burning boy in the fairy world.

Sanwei Zhenhuo alchemy requires 99 slaps, and he won't do it any more, and he can chat uninterruptedly.

Qing Ming felt a little funny when reminiscing about the past years.

In those peaceful days, this was his only pleasure, and it was also a rare pleasure.

Although annoying, it is very impressive.

What is the trouble in the world?

Beside the small river at the entrance of Chengnan Village, a group of teenagers passed by laughing.

A boy in commoner clothes was sitting by the river, fishing with a branch of green bamboo.

The river is so shallow that you can even see not many fish swimming in it.

A group of white-clothed monks passed by: "Hey, boy, is Chengnan Village ahead?"

The commoner boy nodded: "Yes!"

"If you haven't come here to show us the way, it's time for the annual spiritual root test." The monk said directly.

The young man raised his head, the sun shone on his hair, his face was clearly angled: "You can see it with the naked eye, why do you still need someone to guide you?"

"Presumptuous!" said the monk.

"Forget it, it's just a mountain boy." A man with a wine gourd around his waist said.

Looking at the boy, the man smiled, "Chengnan Village, is Yidong's nephew's home?"

"Testing the spirit root!" The village head shouted, this is the most important thing in the village.

The man holding the wine gourd sat aside alone: ​​"Old man, why didn't the boy by the river come?"

"He? He's not from our village, but he's been here for two months. His name is Yi Nan, and he fishes leisurely there every day. He's a strange newborn!" said the village chief.

"Yi Nan, there is a man named Yi Dong in your village!"

"Yes, yes, he is Shan Linggen? How is it? Is he alright?" the old man, the village head, asked.

"Dead!" The man shook the gourd in his hand.

The faces of the villagers froze, and the village chief sighed and did not answer.

Yunyang Immortal Gate.

"How is it?" the steward of the outer sect asked while sitting in the attic at the entrance of the mountain gate.

"It's not good, how can there be so many good seedlings, and it's not our school recruiting people!" Master Yu'an took out a wine gourd and shook it.

"You don't, your senior brother does!" The steward said with a smile.

"Old Xu, don't be joking, isn't my senior brother always sad about Yidong?"

"Really, I brought back a young man with bright eyes and bright teeth, not much better than Yidong." The manager, Old Xu, snatched his wine gourd and took a sip.

"Brother?" Daoist Yu'an went to Qiuyu Peak.

In the place where Nephew Yidong practiced his sword, a young man was sitting under a tree, leaning against a big rock, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping, with a peaceful smile on his face.

"It's you?" Daoist Yu'an said.

The boy didn't move.

Yucheng real person meditates at the waterfall, which is called 'listening to the rain'.

"Brother, you have accepted another apprentice?" Yu'an asked in surprise.

"Yidong's younger brother." Master Yucheng answered vividly with his eyes closed.

"But people in their village say that he is not from their village." Yu'an reminded.

"I kept it outside!" Yucheng replied.

"Ah?" Yu'an admired: "The younger brother of the apprentice can still support the outsider. Senior brother, you are mighty, how can you be the master to support the outsider?"

Master Yucheng opened his eyes, looked at him, and said softly: "Get out!!!"