Mozun's apprentice is wrong

The days passed quickly, until the Lantern Festival of another year, the Zongmen hung colorful lanterns and streamers, and worshiped Emperor Ziwei in the Wangxing Tower.

Lin Yuyang went to greet Master early in the morning.

I combed the master's hair and prepared the other party's favorite dishes. While eating, Bai Jingxuan heard the noise outside and asked, "What day is today?"

"Shangyuan Festival."

Xianmen does not celebrate ordinary people's festivals, but it must set up a dojo to worship the gods in the upper, middle and lower Sanyuan.

But Qingxuan Palace never likes to be lively, Bai Jingxuan entrusts these trivial matters to the deacon hall to handle, and as the ultimate god, he doesn't have a deep concept of time.

But when he heard the words Shangyuan Festival, the chopsticks in his hand still paused, "It's your birthday."

Yes, Lin Yuyang is gone.

He looked at his disciple again, and only then did he realize that the other party seemed to have jumped a little higher.

"What gift do you want?"

Lin Yuyang was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Then please ask the master to give the disciple a calligraphy."

Want to draw?Bai Jingxuan is ready to reject the request to lift the ban, or ask for some treasures of heaven and earth, magic tools of the immortal gate?But I didn't expect that the other party wanted a painting.

He was not good at painting, and last time he did it casually. If he was really asked to paint, he really didn't know what to paint.

Seeing his embarrassment, Lin Yuyang seemed to have guessed his worries, and said: "As long as it is drawn by Master, anything is fine."

He nodded and said, "Okay."

So he took out his pen and ink, thought for a while, looked out the window at the pear tree bent by the snow, and the mountains in the distance, like the fairyland of Ming Tianzong, suddenly remembered his own temple in the upper heaven.

Although lonely, but somewhat inexplicably nostalgic.

So with a swipe of the pen, he splashed it.

Not long after, a majestic, vast and distant palace appeared vividly on the paper.

Lin Yuyang stared straight at the lifelike picture scroll, and the master's spiritual breath was injected into it along with the brush and ink. The whole picture contained an indescribable aura of detachment.

He asked curiously: "Is this...going to heaven?"

Bai Jingxuan thought for a while, and explained: "The last time I opened the Tongtian Gate, I saw this scene, so I wrote it down."

Lin Yuyang smiled and said: "Thank you, Master, I like it very much." But he was wondering the reason for this familiarity.

At this moment, three words suddenly flashed in my mind: Lingxiao Palace.

This is the second time, an inexplicable idea popped up in his mind for no reason, so strange, he didn't know where it came from.

He suddenly had an idea, and asked tentatively: "Master...do you know the name of this palace?"

When he asked the question, he was a little nervous, almost afraid that the other party would say the same three words.

Bai Jingxuan glanced at him, and said as a matter of course: "How could you know as a teacher?"

He has only been in the heaven for a quarter of an hour. As a monk in the mortal world, it is only logical that he does not know the residence of the highest god.

Lin Yuyang breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

Maybe it's just an illusion, he thought.

So he smiled and said: "Master always sends congratulatory gifts to disciples, but I don't know the birthday of Master?" He said, looking up at Bai Jingxuan, he frowned and hesitated for a moment, and said: "Practitioners are free from life and death. My birthday has long been forgotten."

As the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, with the same lifespan as the heaven and the earth, there is no so-called birth date, even if there is, it began before the immeasurable kalpa, and the specific date has long been impossible to determine.

Lin Yuyang showed a trace of regret, and tentatively said hesitantly: "Then...choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun, so let's make it today, how?" This is a happier thing.

But Bai Jingxuan turned around disapprovingly and lightly gave him a headache, "You can pick a date." In this way, don't they want to celebrate their birthdays on the same day?

At that time, if the apprentice gave him another congratulatory gift, wouldn't he even pretend to forget it and have no chance to get away with it?

Have to give gifts every year?It's so troublesome.

He turned and left noncommittal, but heard Lin Yuyang's brisk tone: "Master has agreed."

"No."

He left without saying a word, and left without looking back.

Lin Yuyang was left with a smile on his face, and his heart instantly became clear and clear.

In the martial arts arena, many disciples started chatting between exercises, and someone asked, "Why hasn't Senior Brother Lin come here for a long time? He's a regular visitor."

A disciple made a gesture of silence, and said in a low voice: "I heard from the senior brother in Qingxuan Palace that... he was seriously injured and can no longer practice."

Others echoed: "It is said that it is no different from ordinary people."

There was a commotion in the arena, and everyone wanted to confirm the source of the news.Until someone claimed to have seen it with his own eyes, and added more details about the fact that the suzerain brought the bloody Lin Yuyang back to the sect.

Another disciple of the Huichun Hall testified, and was arranged by the suzerain to heal his wounds and diagnose his pulse, and everyone present was convinced of it.

Some people feel sorry for the loss of a once-in-a-century genius.

Most of them were cheered by the handrail, "Great, let him rely on the protection of the suzerain to be arrogant and domineering, and now he has become a useless person. What a retribution."

During the discussion, the news spread quickly.

For a while, the entire sect was rumoring that Lin Yuyang had become a useless person, and even his time was numbered.

This is not alarmist talk, after all, the lifespan of a mortal is like a fleeting moment for these monks, and a hundred years can indeed be regarded as the end of time.

Although the Qingxuan Palace has high walls and a deep courtyard, these words drifted in without a word.

Even Bai Jingxuan had heard about it, and he strictly ordered the sect not to mention this matter, otherwise it would be dealt with according to the sect's rules.

Lin Yuyang stayed behind closed doors all day, because the voice of the sword spirit kept ringing like noise in his mind.

"What is the smooth path to cultivating the mind?" The sword spirit laughed loudly, "The lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years old, and before you realize the source of Dao, you will already be a pile of dry bones."

As the sword spirit spoke, he also projected a picture of the future in his mind. Two or thirty years later, he began to grow old, but the master still looked like a banished immortal.

He just glanced at it for a moment, then couldn't help it immediately, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't shut up, I will destroy the sword."

Sword Spirit let out a tsk, and reminded: "Your master can't find out that mental method." After finishing speaking, he fell silent.

Lin Yuyang's eyes froze, and he recalled that when he first left the Siguo Pavilion, Master did not detect any abnormalities.

But this move is against the teacher's order.

Is he really going to do this?

But when he thought of the day when he would die before his master, he was shocked. Moreover, the whole world would rumor that the apprentice taught by Tianzun Beiming was a useless person, and he would never tolerate this!

He decided to give it a go.

The last time he tried to practice martial arts but failed because the sea of ​​qi where the golden elixir was located was blocked. He recalled the formula word by word, trying to find other methods. While thinking hard, the thought flashed in his mind again: You don't need the golden elixir.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the words of the mental method in his mind rearranged by themselves, which was completely different from before. His eyes lit up, as if he had found a life-saving straw, he was looking for the guidance of the mental method to run his spiritual veins.

Until the spiritual flow in the body of Vipassana gradually evolved from a trickle to a surging ocean.

The light in the palm of the hand is surging, the dexterity in the body is unimpeded, but the sea of ​​qi is still blocked.The voice didn't lie to him.

He doesn't need golden core.

"The reason why all living beings do not attain the true way is because they have delusional minds. What's the explanation?" Bai Jingxuan suddenly asked Lin Yuyang who was copying scriptures while holding the scroll in his hand.

In the past few days, he obviously felt that the other party's aura was slightly different, it was no longer calm and introverted, but an inexplicable high-spirited faintly gushed out.His complexion is also much better than before, no longer a gloomy look.

Feeling something strange, he asked, got up and came to the side of the apprentice, tentatively put his palm on his shoulder.

Lin Yuyang replied: "All living beings do not have the source of the Tao. Because of the emptiness in their hearts, they are greedy because of the emptiness. Because of the emptiness, they are born with afflictions, and they are born with sorrow, which disturbs the cleanness of the polluted spiritual platform, so they fall into the cycle of life and death."

The other party responded fluently, with a calm tone, and there was no response to the spiritual flow sent back from his palm, and the restriction was the same as usual.

He was puzzled, and asked again: "What do you think of the sage's words?"

He was ready to listen to his disciple's rebellious remarks, but he didn't expect Lin Yuyang to follow the good advice: "It makes sense."

He groaned in his heart.

Is his teaching effect so good?Deep-rooted problems, corrected in a few months?

Although he couldn't believe it, he still withdrew his hand calmly, returned to his original position as if nothing had happened, nodded in approval and said, "That's right."

Lin Yuyang breathed a sigh of relief, just now he clearly felt a ray of warm spiritual flow in his body to test, this is the second time, Master did not find anything abnormal.

Great, from now on he can practice boldly and confidently, thinking of this his eyes brighten up again.

Unexpectedly, Bai Jingxuan added another sentence: "Although it is good, but the answer is perfunctory. Since you agree with the words of the sage, copy the "Qing Jing Sutra" a hundred times." After finishing speaking, he got up and left.

The disciple left behind said: "Huh?"

He left without looking back, and Lin Yuyang asked loudly behind him: "Master! What did the disciple do wrong again?"

He didn't respond, but had an inexplicable premonition, which was so bad that it made him feel a little bad.

But what it was, he couldn't tell.

A few months later, Lin Yuyang practiced alone in a hidden place in the back mountain, and still set up a barrier to cover his breath. When he performed the heart formula again, the purple spiritual flow around his body burned like a flame, almost forming a barrier visible to the naked eye.

With a low shout, the surging energy swept away.

boom--

The energy scattered, and instantly blasted all the surrounding vegetation into dust.

Within a few feet around him as the center, the originally dense forest suddenly became empty.

His eyes lit up, he concentrated his strength on his palm again, and then swung his palm to one side.

The towering tree fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, and the continuous forest was pierced through a passage several feet away.

It was almost unbelievable to him that the power that he could only use uncontrollably when he was extremely angry before could be used freely now.

Just when he was in joy, he heard a vague noise in the direction of the deacon's hall.

He performed the Thousand Miles Revealing Voice Jue, and heard a voice clearly saying: "Have you heard? It seems that the outside is not peaceful recently. The disciples of Huawei Sect and several other sects who went out to practice died unexpectedly, and the death was miserable. Some people said it was a demon. This world!"

Ming Tianzong governs Lianyun City, Eastern Tianbu Continent.

"Brother, look what good things I brought." The Canghai Sect disciple stepped into the guest room, but the scene in front of him was so startled that the porcelain bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a bang.

The clear liquid slowly dripped along the ground to a figure who fell on the side of the couch.

I saw the lying figure with a haggard face, black and blue face, and protruding eyeballs, more white than black, fixedly staring at the direction of the entrance.

The disciple's legs went limp, and he whispered tremblingly, "Come here... come here!"

On the other side, crying and crying came from outside the mountain gate of Baihe Academy. The crowd escorted several coffins all the way back to the gate, and went straight to pay homage to the Jieshu building where the dean was.

"Dean!" The elder in charge had nothing to do, so he asked Qu Li to come forward in person outside the building.

As a Qianyuan Realm Immortal, Qu Li has experienced countless experiences for hundreds of years, but he has never seen such a way of death. The deceased seemed to have been sucked out of his body, leaving only an empty shell.

The state of death was completely different from any kind of Taoism he knew.

He sighed and shook his head, asking, "When and how did you die?"

A female disciple sobbed: "On the way to Dongtianbuzhou, on the outskirts of Yongze City. At that time, our team was scattered, and Senior Brother Xue followed behind. It was only a moment's work. When we turned back, we... ..already..."

Qu Li squeezed the formula with two fingers, and probed with spiritual breath, but after a while, he detected a strange breath, which was more like... the breath of magic.

There hasn't been a magic cultivator for hundreds of years, could it be...

He didn't dare to be sure, for fear of making a wrong judgment, he said to his subordinates: "Hurry up, invite Ye Qing here!"

On this day, Lin Yuyang was about to return to the hall after finishing his work, but he saw the disciples guarding the hall rushing over and disappeared in the hall in the blink of an eye.

He followed up curiously, and even before he stepped into the palace gate, he heard the disciple's voice: "The members of the Canghai Sect died in Lianyun City. Their elders brought all the disciples here to ask for the Dharma, please show me the suzerain."

Just as he was about to enter the palace, he hesitated outside the door for a moment, thinking: Is the so-called untimely death related to that rumor?

Bai Jingxuan's cold voice came out: "Send Xuan Jingtang to investigate, and report after the ins and outs are clear."

"Yes."

The guard disciples retreated after receiving their orders.

He was a little curious, so he stopped the other party outside the door, "Senior Brother Xue." Although all the disciples of the Yu family in the Zongmen called him Senior Brother, but that was the face of betraying the Zongzhu. time call.

The latter turned around to meet him, nodded and said, "Senior Brother Lin."

"What happened to the death of the Canghai Sect member?"

The other party lowered his voice helplessly: "A few of their deacon disciples came to Lianyun City to trade supplies, and five of them died in the inn that night!"

As he spoke, he added with a mysterious face: "It is said that the death is the same as the rumors."

Lin Yuyang nodded thoughtfully, "It's quite strange."

"Yeah, everyone in the various sects is in danger now, and they dare to send people out, it is for the sake of our Netherworld Sect, after all, we have never had anything wrong, but who knows... .”

He paused, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I still have to send a message, let's go."

He nodded, turned his head and stepped into the hall, and saw Bai Jingxuan on the high seat looking at him carefully.

Before he could open his mouth, he could hear the above saying: "Where did you go last night?"

As he lowered his head, his eyes moved slightly. He couldn't reveal that he was practicing, so he made preparations early, took out an exquisite small box from his Qiankun bag and said, "I heard that Yulou's peach blossom cakes are made well." Alright, this disciple went down the mountain to buy some for Master."

As he spoke, he stepped forward to open the box, put the cakes on the table, glanced at the master, and saw that his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked unhappy.

"Went all night?"

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I just happened to meet a famous actor singing in a storybook, so... I stayed for a while longer."

Bai Jingxuan said coldly, "Really, such a coincidence."

skillful?Lin Yuyang was a little puzzled, what is Master talking about?

"What book did you sing?"

Hearing this interrogation, he suddenly had some ominous premonition, but he still replied fluently: "The Palace of Eternal Life."

The person above hummed and left with a flick of his sleeves.

"Master, this peach blossom cake..."

"Leave it alone." Bai Ying put down this sentence and disappeared from his sight.

He was slightly surprised, the master who has always been immune to delicious food, actually rejected the pastry?

In the end what happened?A sense of uneasiness quietly rose in his heart.

Inside the Lianyun City Inn, the Xuanjingtang completely sealed off several Tianzihao rooms, strictly prohibiting outsiders from entering and leaving.

Canghai sect members were questioned one by one, and the cause and effect of the incident were all recorded.

When the crowd saw the death condition of the corpse, a disciple of Xuanjing Hall uttered a doubt, and muttered in a low voice: "It's similar to Fang Yuning's death condition."

The disciple on the side stared at him, and suddenly said: "By the way, it is also the same as the man in black who raided Qingxuan Palace back then."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the head by the disciple beside him, "Speak carefully!"

The disciple hurriedly covered his mouth, looked around to make sure there was no one else, and then whispered: "They are all from my own family, so what are you afraid of?"

The three disciples began to discuss in a low voice, and the more they discussed, the more strange they became.

But they didn't notice at all, just outside the inn, in the crowded market, someone hurriedly got into the crowd.

In less than half a day, the content of the discussion of several disciples was put on the communication jade slip.

"Even the disciples of their Xuanjingtang admitted that the man in black died in the same way. Doesn't that prove Pei Jinghuan's identification at that time?!"

"No wonder they are the only ones who have nothing to do with the Ming Tianzong. It seems that they may have done this!"

The news on the communication jade slips kept coming and going.Some people call Bai Jingxuan the number one demon cultivator, while others don't want to believe that Tianzun, who can open the gate of heaven with his own strength, will fall into the devil's way.

Everyone was arguing endlessly, but one thing was clear: the deceased were all participants in the siege and suppression of Bai Jingxuan at the Subduing Demon Tower.And Huawei Sect bears the brunt of it.

For a while, the rumors were rampant, and the more they spread, the more mysterious they became.It was also introduced into the sect.

The leader of the Xuanjing Hall was in a state of desperation, thinking about how to push down and teach those talkative disciples a lesson.

But before it was implemented, a bad news came.

On the way back to the sect, the three disciples broke away from the team and disappeared without a trace.

Two days later, three bodies were found outside the city.

At this point, public opinion began to swing.

"This is clearly a killing to silence! The disciples of the Xuanjing Hall slipped their tongues and died in a blink of an eye. What does this prove?"

"Back then, Pei Jinghuan and Jiang Mo Pagoda identified Bai Jingxuan, but they were smeared and framed, and finally reduced to a useless person!"

"Isn't the witness Tan Yuming back then a fake?"

"That's Bai Jingxuan's sorcery! Turn good people into withers! It's extremely cruel!"

But Ye Qing, who was far away in Orchid Valley, received a message at this time, he clicked his tongue lightly, and shouted to the sound transmission symbol angrily: "Let me run errands for you again."

After thinking about it, he sneered, "Alright, Baihe Academy is the closest to me, so let's go there and have a look."

At first glance, the dead body seemed to be the same as in the rumors, Ye Qing let out a light tsk, and then slowly moved closer until his eyes were barely an inch away from the dead body.

The onlookers of Baihe Academy showed disgust on their faces.

Someone pinched his nose and said: "Ye Xianzun, do you know what kind of kung fu can cause such death?"

"Yes, we are all at a loss. If we don't know the method of killing, it may be difficult to find the murderer."

Ye Qing didn't take it seriously, he squeezed out a long needle out of thin air, poked it back and forth on the corpse, then glanced at the needle point, shook his head, and said with his chin in his hands: "There is a kind of Gu poison in the southern border, which can suck human essence and blood, and the death is similar to it. same."

"What does Immortal Venerable mean, they died from Gu poison?" Qu Li asked.

Ye Qing shook his head, "No. If it's Gu poison, my silver needle can detect it."

The elder exclaimed, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Ye Qing rolled his eyes at the other party, then nodded thoughtfully and said: "However, there is a devil's breath."

Qu Li raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, which was consistent with the rumors.

I just heard Ye Qing continue: "If it is what the demon cultivator did, it can be explained. I have read in ancient books that because the demon cultivator's meridians are retrograde, there is a kind of kung fu that can help him break through the limit of the realm, but it needs to absorb the true energy of the cultivator. , inferred, the death should be similar to it..."

"However," an elder uttered a doubt: "There has been no magic cultivator in this world for hundreds of years. Where does this magic breath come from?"

"Don't say it's just like rumors, it's Bai..."

He was interrupted before he finished speaking, Qu Li gave him a fierce look, "Don't spread rumors."

The elders hurriedly bowed their heads and said yes.

Ye Qing ignored them, just took out a thin mirror and placed it in front of his eyes, every detail of the corpse's surface was magnified ten times, he bent down and observed the corpse inch by inch.

Until it stopped at an extremely concealed sword wound on his chest, he let out a hey.

Under the vision of the thin mirror, the flesh and blood of the wound were covered with extremely small ice flakes, which were hard to see with the naked eye. He immediately took out a glass bottle, and carefully grabbed the ice flake fragments with spiritual flow and stored them in the bottle.

The movements were quick and meticulous, and everyone didn't know what he extracted from the corpse.

Seeing this, Qu Li was puzzled, and asked, "Xianzun Ye, do you have a conclusion?"

Ye Qing shifted his gaze, cleared his throat and said, "It's not clear yet, let me go back and study."

As he spoke, he quickly put away the glass bottle, and then turned into a meteor and galloped away.

Everyone in Baihe Academy looked at each other in blank dismay, and an elder pointed in the direction he was going away and said in amazement, "Is that how it is?"

Qu Li looked at the retreating figure, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked the elder, "What is the thin mirror he used just now?"

The author has something to say: Shangyuan Festival is the festival of Emperor Ziwei, my silly master~~