The Great Tao Chronicle

"He encountered this, maybe he didn't know it."

Potter looked at Mu Longcheng's corpse, silent in his heart.

For thousands of years, people who have pursued the way forward and searched for longevity have ranged from princes and ministers to monks and wild ways.

The Qidao Society and the Wushu Museum were also established in the turbulent era three hundred years ago. However, the original intention was not the same. The Wushu Museum was to strengthen the country and the species, assassinate foreign bandits, warlords, and horse thieves.

Although the Beggar Society has done the same thing, their hearts are different. Their purpose is to explore the way forward in the extreme danger.

This is also the reason for the differences between the two after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The beggars will go overseas because Daxuan has no soil for them, and the vast world, the Jedi, and the battlefield are where they go.

Live for the Tao, or die for the Tao.

Mu Longcheng is like this, Yan Changsha is like this, so is he.

"This is Mulong City"

Su Jie was upset.

He had heard the legend of the richest man in Xuanren since he was a child, and after he practiced martial arts, he heard the story of this legend in the martial arts world.

Such a person died like this?

"What about Mu Longcheng? He is not a god"

Potter sighed:

"If you are not a god, you will always die. When you die, and how you die, it doesn't matter."

After all, he stepped forward and walked into the sight of everyone.

Under everyone's attention, he picked up Mu Longcheng's body and turned to leave.

The crowd watched and did not stop.

There is a saying in Daxuan that one is dead.

"Amitabha."

Shi Xingwu let out a long sigh, looked at An Qisheng above the golden dome, and folded his hands together:

"What's your name sir?"

This person, he is very unfamiliar and unknown, but after today, he is truly famous all over the world and is famous all over the world.

Glancing at the big monk.

This fat monk is bloated and fat, and does not seem to fit the appearance of a person in the martial arts. In fact, after learning martial arts, being fat or thin is not a problem at all. The fat monk's fatness is his horizontal training.

Looking at him, An Qisheng did not intend to hide:

"An Qisheng."

Cultivation in the land of absolute spirituality is not just about finding a place in the deep mountains to cultivate in an old forest. It is a matter of time before you go to the front of people.

Sooner or later, what's the difference?

Dragons can be big or small. They can fly in the sky or hide in swamps. However, if they hide in swamps all their lives, even if they are dragons, they are no different from loaches.

Others doubt, guess?

so what?

You don't even have the courage to talk about longevity, and what are you talking about?

"Is An Qisheng you?"

After chewing on the name, Shi Xingwu was shocked: "You are the gentleman who walks with Xinwu and your heart?"

"it's me."

An Qisheng sighed: "I'm very sorry for the passing of the two masters. It's just that all these things can't be explained clearly in one sentence."

Shi Xinwu died tragically, and he was the only one who witnessed it.

Too bad he couldn't save them.

"Who is that murderer?"

Shi Xingwu waved his hand to stop the other monks who wanted to speak, and asked again.

"His name is Tong Zhengyang, and he comes from outside Xuanxing."

An Qisheng explained calmly.

He and Shi Xinwu and Shi Xinlu were also close friends, and he felt a pity for their deaths.

"Beyond Xuanxing?"

Several big monks looked at each other in dismay, some couldn't believe it.

Shi Xingwu nodded slightly, he had seen those videos.

"It's too late."

Shi Xingwu wanted to ask again, but Taoist Juechen waved his hand impatiently: "Thanks to your practice in Shaolin Temple for many years, you can't see through life and death."

"The Daoist is wrong."

Shi Xingwu shook his head slightly:

"Buddha says great love, but monks are not Buddhas. Great love is hard to achieve, and small love is hard to abandon. Relatives, friends and nephews don't care, so what about all sentient beings? The monk doesn't care much about his own life and death, but other than that,

Monks, they all care. "

The fat monk spoke warmly, but Ci Feng was neither humble nor arrogant, answered Daoist Juechen, and bowed slightly to An Qisheng: "Mr. An, the monk is taking the liberty."

"The two masters fought side by side with me, and I will answer everything about the two masters."

An Qisheng didn't care, and glanced at Shi Xing Wu lightly:

"Master wants to ask my strength, why has such a big change happened, isn't it?"

The death of the two of Shi Xinwu was less than a month away. Shi Xinlong would not have been unaware of his strength at that time. Such a big change had taken place in just one month. .

"Being presumptuous."

Shi Xingwu bowed again.

He couldn't believe that a person could change so drastically in less than a month.

Even if he is a genius in the sky, he can ignore the strength until he sees God, but there is no great master in ancient and modern times that can make an exception.

He couldn't figure out how a master who was only at the level of energy transformation more than half a month ago could have such a big change in just half a month.

Not only Shi Xingwu, Su Jie, who had not left not far away, and Taoist Juechen, who was standing on the top of the golden top, also moved in their hearts.

"A lot of things are inconvenient to say, I can only say that the change is because of a locust token."

An Qisheng answered calmly.

As his plan unfolds, Reincarnation Blessed Land and Infinite Cave will be known to others sooner or later.

He doesn't care about being known.

Compared with his own dream, this explanation is easier to be accepted by others.

As for whether he believes it or not?

After he got the token himself, he naturally believed it.

A locust token?

Everyone looked at each other.

What is this explanation?

"Acacia Token? Thank you sir for clarifying your doubts."

The others were in shock, but Shi Xingwu straightened up, not knowing whether to believe it or not, he folded his hands in an eleven salute, said goodbye to the two of them, and turned to leave.

Several other great monks still had doubts in their hearts, but they could only hold on and follow him away.

After walking far, someone asked.

Shi Xingwu just said nothing.

No matter what kind of person An Qisheng used to be, now, he is already the great master of seeing God, who defeated Mu Longcheng's number one master in the world.

Even though he answered a few of his own questions because of Xinwu and the others, he couldn't get to the bottom of it.

Too much.

"This fat monk is the only one in the Shaolin Temple who can be seen by the old Taoist."

Daoist Juechen looked at the few monks who were gradually disappearing and sighed.

In the Daxuan martial arts world, the reputation of Shaolin Temple is definitely the largest, and the number of people is also the largest.

It is a pity that most of them are no longer real monks, and this Shi Xingwu is one of them.

An Qisheng turned around and glanced at Daoist Juechen:

"Master, I am here to borrow the Golden Temple."

"Golden Palace?"

Daoist Juechen was a little surprised at first, and then nodded: "If you want to use it, I will notify you, but it is limited to thunderstorms."

Wudang Mountain is a Daxuan 5A scenic spot with great influence. Even he will only come in thunderstorms.

After all, there are usually too many tourists. If there are thunderstorms every day, it will have a great impact.

A year is billions of dollars in income, he promised, but the government did not.

"That's natural."

An Qisheng nodded and understood this truth.

Wudang Mountain has its own feng shui formation, except when it is critical, the golden top is not used.

"There are many people, so let's go to the place where Lao Dao usually lives first."

The Taoist Juechen remained silent.

The two immediately left the Golden Summit one after the other.

At this time, many tourists who had been hiding in the Palace of Supreme Harmony had already come to the Golden Summit.

"Big news, absolutely big news! I'm going to post it, I'm going to post it!"

In front of the Taihe Palace, a beautiful woman held the camera in her hand, trembling with excitement.

Her name is Zhang Dandan, and she is a reporter from a TV station. Although she is not well-known, it is impossible not to recognize Mu Longcheng.

In the previous battle, she filmed everything without missing a beat. Although it was vague, it was still of great value.

If it is sent out, she will be famous at once.

You know, that is Mulong City!

"This lady."

Just when she was excited, two young Taoist priests stopped her: "Please give us the camera."

"What do you want to do?"

Zhang Dandan hugged the camera and swept it out of the corner of his eye. He saw a lot of Taoist priests. The staff of Wudang Mountain had already started to stop other tourists and deleted the things they had taken before.

"Work needs, Miss understand more."

The two Taoists had a good attitude and good skills.

No matter how tight Zhang Dandan holds, the camera is still taken away.

Angrily, she stomped her feet.

Juechen Taoist is very rich.

Not ordinary rich, but very rich.

Not to mention Wudang Mountain's industry, just his many disciples, there are many wealthy families, and many dignitaries have shed a lot of money to see him.

But his residence only has three thatched cottages.

Between the mountains, clear springs flow around the door, bamboo forests are quiet, and vegetation is overgrown. It sounds good to live here, but ordinary people can't bear it at all.

Without him, it would be too inconvenient.

A stone table and a stone chair, a cup of tea, and the two of them sit opposite each other.

"The seventy-two peaks are towards the top. Wudang Mountain is really a blessed land of Feng Shui. The Taoist priest lives here, but it is really quiet."

An Qisheng applauded slightly.

After seeing God, the body and spirit have become extremely strong. The prosperity of the personal magnetic field is not inferior to the mountains and rivers.

In the words of the ancients, it is because of martial arts that you will be jealous of the heavens, there will be thunder to hit you, fire to burn you, and wind to blow you.

In some Taoist classics, it is also called the Three Disasters.

The ancients had infinite wisdom, and in response to the three disasters, they evolved many methods to avoid calamities, and Feng Shui formation is one of them.

"The saying of the five spirits of the little friend ~www.readwn.com~ makes the old man feel relieved."

Taoist Juechen smiled and said:

"Does it have anything to do with what the little friend once said, it is recorded that there are 36,000 gods in Huang Ting ancient scriptures in the body?"

"It does matter a lot."

An Qisheng picked up the teacup and said slowly:

"People have gods, 36,000 are just empty fingers, seeing gods can see gods in the body, they can repair minor injuries and maintain their peak state forever.

It's another world. "

"How does it fit together?"

Taoist Juechen's eyes brightened slightly.

An Qisheng put down the teacup:

"Qi!"