The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Chapter 550: A prosperous age is nothing more than an immortal sword

 Undercover?

Zhu Quetian was stunned for a moment. Qingxuan Taoist's request was reasonable but unexpected.

If Shenzhou wants to deal with Heisang State, does it still need him to be an undercover agent? Not to mention anything else, just using the name of Immortal can completely scare hundreds of sects into surrendering.

 Why do you need an undercover agent?

 “Are you kidding me?” Zhuquetian asked.

"You don't think it's necessary?" Taoist Qingxuan asked, and then he chuckled and said, "If it's a murder, it's really not necessary, but how much do you know about Heirang State? How many holy kings are there, and how many strong men are there?"

“There are five sects and eight sages, among which the Huangji sect is the best. It is said that there are three sages, and the remaining strong ones are countless.”

 Zhuquetian answered without thinking.

Although he has lived in seclusion these past few years and has been concentrating on cultivation, it does not mean that he has no concern for the outside world. The opening of heaven and earth wiped away their arrogance and changed their living habits. No one dared to stay in seclusion for decades casually.

Just like Beiying, God knows that one day a group of more powerful reincarnations will suddenly appear and kill them.

Heirang State is definitely inferior to Shenzhou in terms of strength. As long as the immortals are there, it is already invincible. Regardless of whether they are immortals or not, the mere sword immortal is better than most of the saint kings in the world.

 In the past, the Holy Mother of White Lotus was chased and beaten by the Sword Immortal, which shows that her strength is unfathomable.

 But the situation has changed in recent years. In terms of the number of strong people, China cannot compare with other places. This comparison only focuses on what is visible on the surface, what the Chinese government and the Immortal Way can command.

 Secretly, it is estimated that China has hidden a large number of strong and capable people, but in the face of the power of the immortals, everyone lives an honest life. Instead of jumping out to seize the power of the world and prove the supreme status.

Qingxuan asked again: "Is there any more?"

 “The younger generation are ignorant and only know so much.”

Zhuquetian shook his head, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, and one strong man after another flashed through his mind.

Is there any more powerful people in Heitang Prefecture?

Qingxuan said: "There are also the Demon Abyss and the Ancient Buddha. The former is the backer of the Huangji Sect, and the Demon Abyss is preparing to turn from turbid to clear. As for the Ancient Buddha, you can think of it as a kind of filthy, extremely evil and evil thing in the world, which should be eliminated. It has great merit."

“The Hundred Sect Alliance is not important, the important thing is the ancient Buddha hidden in it.”

“Ancient Buddha? Senior, I met a very strange monk two years ago. I wonder if this incident has reached your ears...”

 Zhuquetian remembered that the last time he went out, he met a very strange monk.

That day, he and his Taoist companions patrolled the sect's territory to prevent anyone from wantonly oppressing the people and bringing stain on themselves. Although Zhuquetian was not a very kind person, he was favored by an immortal when he was young, so he naturally had to care about ordinary people.

 ‘I am a poor man and I promise you supernatural powers. If you succeed in the future, I will protect you. ’

 This is the request of the immortal to teach the Dharma. Most people will not refuse and have no reason to refuse.

The Immortal Orthodox Sect basically has no rules about bullying the common people. It is impossible for practitioners to kill mortals for no reason, but they will not pay attention to them all the time.

 The appearance of Li Changsheng slowly changed this situation. After Zhu Quetian gradually grew up in this generation and became the talker of the sect, many sects began to protect the people and took the initiative to provide disaster relief.

That day Zhuquetian met a monk who claimed to be the Sick Buddha. The moment he heard the name, Zhuquetian already wanted to take action.

Taking illness as a Buddha, isn’t this an evil spirit?

‘Donors, don’t panic, the poor monk is trying to cure all the diseases in the world in order to save all sentient beings. ’

The monk used his magical powers to treat people's illnesses under the fearful gaze of Zhuquetian. Those with illnesses ranging from colds and fevers to congenital disabilities, cancer, and terminal illnesses were all cured.

 Then the monk died.

At that time, Zhuquetian was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he used some connections to report it to the Chinese government.

The Huoling Gate, on the other hand, is not serving as a gatekeeper to Shenzhou. A few days later, people from Tianji Pavilion came to investigate and found nothing special.

Things have just ended like this, and it has been two years now.

After listening to Zhuquetian's narration, Qingxuan judged: "This is the ancient Buddha. What they practice is not Buddhism. They are Buddhas themselves, an existence like a law."

Zhuquetian said in confusion: "Junior, it doesn't seem like there is any evil way. Now in the past two years, none of the mortals who were treated in those years have died."

 “Perhaps, but it doesn’t matter, they must die.”

 Qingxuan hung up the phone.

Zhuquetian felt that there was something in Qingxuan Taoist's words, but it was obviously not something he could know. Looking at the dim sky outside, I shivered inexplicably.

It is like a big chess game covering Heirang Prefecture, with countless pairs of big hands moving flags one after another on the chessboard to achieve their goals. And he has also become a chess piece, and the Chinese chess players are also affecting the chess board through themselves.

Zhuque Tian knew it, but couldn't resist.

There are many smart people in the world, but there are very few people who are transcendent. Who is not a pawn?

Zhu Quetian walked out of the bamboo hut and stepped up to the sky. When he saw the envoy from the Huangji Sect, he cupped his hands and said, "Is it because of the Hundred Sects Alliance that my fellow Taoists are here?"

"That's right." The Taoist nodded and took out a gold invitation card from his sleeve.

“A general meeting had been held before, but it was inconvenient for some people like fellow Taoists, so a second general meeting was held.”

 Zhuquetian took the invitation, then threw out a wooden box with a elixir inside, and asked: "I wonder if you can tell me, what is the specific discussion of the Hundred Sect Alliance?"

 “It is not convenient to disclose this matter.”

The elder of the Huangji Sect shook his head, looking businesslike, but the elixir had already entered his sleeves.

 A wisp of breeze blew into the ear of Suzaku.

"The five major sects have already reached an agreement. It doesn't matter whether the remaining small sects agree or not. The wishes of the Huoling Sect should be clear."

Zhuquetian took out another elixir and asked: "Is it beneficial to join the Fire Spirit Sect?"

"Okay, of course there is." The elder of the Huangji Sect said confidently: "The way of heaven is to make up for the excess damage and make up for the deficiency. Hundreds of sects will give some rich spiritual veins to sects with scarce spiritual veins. Like Shenzhou, let everyone have spiritual veins.”

 Bad things.

Zhuquetian knew it in his heart. Sure enough, the hemp rope specializes in cutting at the smallest points. No matter what the situation is, the weak ones are always the first to be kicked out.

 The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess damage. But he missed the second half of the sentence. The way of man is not the same. The loss is not enough but the reward is more than enough.

 The human heart is greedy.

 Who defines lack? If the Emperor Ji Sect wants to quickly restore the strength of several holy kings, does that mean that it can gather all the spiritual veins?

Zhuquetian agreed to join. The elders of the Huangji Sect were naturally very happy that they could win over a Nascent Soul without any extraneous trouble. He left a token and left.

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 Shenzhou, Shangqing Palace.

Taoist Qingxuan hung up the phone, and the elder next to him asked curiously: "The Immortal also wants to interfere with Heirang Prefecture?"

 The leader is basically the trumpet of the Immortal to the outside world. The leader's intervention in Heirang State is equivalent to the Immortal's intervention in his opinion.

“Hehe, Immortal Chang is interested. There are no hundred sects in Heirang Prefecture now.”

Qingxuan left with his hands behind his hands, and the elder chased after him, asking tirelessly.

"Why did the master want to kill those ancient Buddhas? Did the immortals give instructions?"

 “They deserve to be killed.”

 “It doesn’t look like a demon to me.”

 “The uncleanness of heaven and earth deserves death.”

"But I heard that the Buddha in Heirang Prefecture helped the world and saved people..." The elder of Shangqing Palace wanted to ask a few more questions. Such a casual attitude showed that he had a close relationship with Taoist Qingxuan.

 Because the two were born in the same era, although they did not come from the same school, they were also senior brothers who grew up together.

 Qingxuan transforms into a god, and he is the Nascent Soul.

As the words came to his lips, Qingxuan, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly, his expression neither sad nor happy, but for some reason it made him tremble all over.

 And this feeling disappeared in just an instant, as if it was my own illusion. “Junior brother, they deserve to die.”

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 Three days ago.

 Qingxuan came to visit Li Yi and asked about Beiying Immortal Palace.

 After all, there was such a big commotion and the name of Immortal Palace, so it must be related to the Immortal Chief. Qingxuan adhered to the principle of asking the immortal if he didn't understand anything. His first reaction was not to send someone to Beiying, but to ask Li Yi directly.

Li Yi was lying on the sofa, thinking about when to go home, and replied casually: "They are probably people from the Immortal Palace 5,000 years later. They are basically heavenly beings. For specific information, you can ask them or ask Lou. Play those two chess players.”

Qingxuan wanted to ask a few more questions, but suddenly felt an unkind gaze.

Wei Xi returned home. He had taken off his military uniform and had obviously just returned from Qin. He was smiling when he entered the house, but suddenly became cold when he saw Qingxuan.

 Due to Li Yi's injury in a previous fight with Panhu, he practiced twice a week instead of once a month. Originally, this was nothing, and Wei Xi didn't really need a married life.

This kind of thing can only be regarded as a life spice for them.

 But it does not mean that Wei Xi likes others to spend his own time, hindering his own time with Li Yi, and destroying his sense of exclusivity.

Qingxuan left very wisely and came to the banyan tree downstairs, where he found the two Wuxiang who were playing chess.

 He bowed his hands and said:

“Two seniors, the junior has something to ask.”

The two of them didn't answer, didn't even look at him, and continued to play the game of chess. But Qingxuan looked over and saw that the chessboard looked very strange. One side was full of chess pieces, and the other side had only one handsome man left.

He couldn’t understand the artistic conception, nor could he understand what kind of chess these two supreme beings were playing?

After a long time, the old tree spirit shook his head and sighed: "I can't break the game, little friend. Do you want to play this game?"

 Laoshu stood up and moved away from his seat. Qingxuan didn't know why, but he still sat down. Compared with the Immortal Chief, who spoke concisely and clearly and never asked riddles, these two Wuxiangs were obviously more in line with the style of a powerful person.

 Because sometimes the secrets of Heaven cannot be revealed, and sometimes the Dharma cannot be transmitted to the six ears, or the true meaning is difficult to express.

Panhu looked at Qingxuan and asked with a smile: "Do you want to know the past of Immortal Palace?"

“The Immortal Chief asked me to ask the two seniors.” Qingxuan nodded, and as soon as he finished speaking, a jade slip appeared on the chessboard.

It is full of aura and natural, and it is a treasure in itself.

Panhu said: "Ten Thousand Years in the Immortal Palace, there is something you want to know, you can find the answer yourself. Before that, can you break this chessboard?"

I really like to make mysteries...

Qingxuan was speechless, but then he thought about how he treated his disciples in the same way.

 As mentioned above, the true meaning is difficult to express. It's like a disciple asking for advice on Taoism, but he can't explain it clearly because the two parties are not on the same level.

 I am not on the same level as the two Wuxiang seniors.

Like Xian Chang, everything can be explained clearly in words, but this is the only example.

With this thought in mind, Qingxuan looked at the chessboard seriously and saw that there was only one handsome player on his side.

 “This is your only chess piece.”

Panhu tapped the chess piece with his fingertips.

"There are no restrictions on its moves. It can capture any chess piece on the field, even a direct check. You need to use it to beat me."

 There is no restriction on movement or distance. Isn’t this invincible?

Qingxuan was slightly confused, then reached out to pick up [Shuai], but he found that he couldn't pick up the chess piece.

 With a little effort, even using magic power, or even Taoism, it is impossible to pick up the chess piece.

 This is a formless power, but it also foreshadows something.

Qingxuan raised his head and asked: "It's as heavy as Mount Tai, and the younger generation can't lift it with one person's strength?"

Panhu shook his head, and the old tree spirit reached out to pick up the chess pieces as well. He also tried hard to pick up the chess pieces, but it was difficult to pick them up.

This situation makes Qingxuan even more elusive. What does this chessboard want to express?

He asked again: "Is it hard to violate the destiny of heaven?"

The old tree spirit shook his head and said with a smile: "This is a lazy man who can't do anything, hahahaha."

Panhu couldn't help but smile.

Qingxuan understood. This chess piece refers to the immortal leader.

He took the jade slip and left. It took him two days and two nights to finally read the contents.

Qingxuan played the chess game that day in his yard. After watching it for a long time, there was no force to stop him this time, but he still couldn't win against the invincible [handsome].

 “In a prosperous and peaceful time, everyone is like a dragon but can’t kill an immortal with a sword.”

Qingxuan's eyes showed murderous intent. For a moment, he thought about the ultimate power of heaven, about causing chaos in the world, about making the world no longer prosperous, and even tried to find ways to kill heavenly beings.

 Because the Immortal Palace was so great in its heyday, it truly made everyone like a dragon.

Just like literacy was a privilege for a few people in ancient times, but in modern times it is something that everyone can learn as a matter of course. The same is true in terms of cultivation. Maybe you won't have the golden elixir level cultivation at birth like the Immortal Palace.

But if everyone has the qualifications to practice, can have access to practice, and can receive inheritance, then the number of strong people will inevitably continue to expand.

 That’s why it’s better to live in troubled times so as to avoid making the same mistakes again.

Qingxuan looked at the chessboard blankly. Suddenly, a cloud of merit fell on his head, and a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes.

"No, there is nothing wrong with peace in the prosperous age. What is wrong is the way of heaven. The power of heaven and earth should be reduced, and everyone should be prevented from being like a dragon."

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 Zhuquetian came to the so-called Hundred Sects Conference.

Many great practitioners gathered together in the former official hall of the Northern Wei Dynasty. There is no other reason. This place is big enough, and it happens to be in the territory of Huangji Sect.

What's more important is that the recovery of the cultivating sects is very short, and most of them will not waste time building so-called palaces, but directly use the buildings of the former government.

 Zhuquetian saw many new faces, most of which had recovered in recent years, or had just been born.

In the past, there were very few people who transformed into gods and became powerful. Nowadays, it is not said that people who transformed into gods are everywhere, but they are by no means extremely rare.

　　Thirteen powerful men who transformed themselves into gods.

Zhuquetian made this judgment. He sat in the corner and looked at the five major sects taking turns to fight, making beautiful promises one after another.

 But it did not heat up the atmosphere.

Most people were silent, and they all saw the other party's idea of ​​​​a big fish eating a small fish. Rather than fighting against Immortal Palace, it is better to take the opportunity to annex Black Soil.

 Asgard is nothing to worry about.

Zhuque Tian read it out, and the five major sects were not nervous at all.

 Finally someone asked about Beiying.

 The elder of the Huangji Sect on the stage responded confidently: "It doesn't take long for the talents of the Immortal Palace to recover, and it will take at least 3 years to regain their strength. There is no need to worry now, we are just preparing for the future."

Three days later, a sword light penetrated the sky and the earth, and the Hengduan Mountains were split open.

 The Holy King of Huangji Sect intervened to stop him, but he returned home after being seriously injured.

 Fifteen sects were wiped out that day, with no one left alive. The cruelty of the methods was frightening.

 (End of this chapter)