The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 228 The mysterious half-immortal reappears, Taiping's voice

【Take it with confidence, and we will see you again】

The eight big words appeared silently and disappeared silently.

Even Xuanming didn't notice any clues.

Although I don’t know Ji Yuan’s true identity, one thing is certain, the second guess is correct.

This old beggar, no, it is this hidden senior who is living in seclusion in the city, playing around in the world.

Since he couldn't find it, Xuanming didn't force it.

As the elders said, we will meet if we are destined to.

He turned and left the border town, but did not return to the cave immediately. Instead, he came to the outside of Beishan Cemetery.

His eyes penetrated the void, glanced at the hunchbacked old man with a white beard who was shoveling snow from the tomb, then he turned and left.

The Great Xuan Divine Dynasty, the western border.

An ox cart was driving slowly on a rugged dirt road, bumping up and down. A gust of wind blew, raising dust and making people covered in dust.

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh, pooh!"

The blind old beggar, who had eaten a mouthful of sand, spat out the sand, and lying on the straw, felt something in his heart. He turned his head towards the northeast and smiled:
“Finally found it.

Eat! Eat!
I hope you can walk as fast as possible, so that the old beggar can have a chance of survival, otherwise, everyone will die.

Jiazi prosperous era, what the hell? "

Old beggar Ji Yuan muttered to himself.

Boom!

A bolt from the blue, thunder from the sky.

The old beggar looked up at the sky, tears of blood flowing from his blind eyes, and he wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes without a care.

The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, and his lips moved, but in the end he felt hesitant and said nothing.

After lowering his head, he began to curse the windy and sandy weather in a sarcastic and indirect way.

At the same time, the Great Jin Dynasty.

The half-immortal who was touching the bones of a young girl on the street paused, and then a scream rang out.

"mouse!"

The young girl pulled her hand back, picked up the inkstone on the table, and started smashing it without saying a word.

While screaming and smashing wildly, the half-immortal put away the mouse, dodged frantically, and quickly slipped away.

A moment later, there was a ruined temple outside the city.

The old half-immortal Zhong Neng, who looked like an immortal, had a bruised face and nose. He touched his bulging cheeks and grinned.

"Hiss! You are so cruel at such a young age!

If there is a mouse, hit him, why hit me?"

A squeaking sound was heard.

Upon hearing this, the mouse jumped out of the sleeve and protested in dissatisfaction. Ordinary people might not understand, but the old immortal understood what he meant.

"You have a big face, what's wrong with getting hit a few times?"

Thinking that he had been hit several times for no reason, he still felt aggrieved and was about to argue when the rat demon suddenly had dull eyes, a dazed expression, and began to speak in human language, with the voice of an old beggar cursing.

After listening to this, Lao Banxian Zhongneng waved his hands impatiently and said, "I know! Hurry up! I didn't know that this matter was of great importance. When has this poor Taoist ever delayed something important?"

Wait until the old beggar's voice disappears.

After putting away the sleeping rat demon, the old half-immortal looked in the direction of the Great Mysterious God and muttered, "This kid is growing fast. Whether I can survive the disaster depends entirely on you."

At this moment, he felt something in his heart.

Turning around and looking at the demon girl who appeared in the ruined temple, Dao Mao said calmly: "Female lay Buddhist, I see that your forehead is black, and your peach blossom evil spirit is tinged with blood. I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster. If you don't mind, I can touch your bones and tell your fortune..."

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After half a cup of tea, Xuanming disappeared thousands of miles away.

After returning to the cave and giving some pointers on the three little ones' training, he entered the quiet room, sat cross-legged, drew out a ray of Huangting Qi from the Tai Chi Heaven, activated his Qi Men Dun Jia magical powers, and calculated with his fingers.

A doctor does not treat himself, and a fortune teller does not hang himself.

This is the general rule.

But Xuanming has already made great progress in spiritual cultivation, and he has the "Huangting Sutra" to suppress his body, so it is still possible for him to predict his own good and bad fortune.

After having good luck for several times in a row, he finally felt relieved. He put away his supernatural powers, closed his eyes and adjusted his body and mind.

When his energy reached its peak, he took out the jade box again and slowly opened it. The surging masculine energy once again rushed over him, intoxicating him and making him want to take a few sips. Looking at the golden red sun hibiscus fruit, Xuanming did not hesitate, put it into his mouth, and took a bite.

Click!

The flesh does not melt in your mouth.

The more precious this exotic fruit is, the harder it is to swallow. The legend of mortals tasting peaches and becoming immortals no longer exists.

With his teeth, he probably couldn't even break the skin of a peach.

Although the hibiscus fruit is difficult to bite and requires magical powers, it is sweet and chewy, and gives off a cool feeling that goes straight to the forehead, making it feel like chewing a betel nut.

But after entering the stomach, the sweetness turns into bitterness, just like swallowing Coptis chinensis, and the coolness turns into spiciness.

It is like the sun, fragrant from a distance but smelly up close.

When it is billions of miles away, it shines everywhere and creates all things, but the closer the distance is, the more it will be burned.

After eating a hibiscus fruit, Xuanming's whole body turned red, like a cooked lobster.

He felt like he was on fire, his internal organs were burning, his limbs were hot, he had an urge to vent wildly and a sense of frustration at being unable to do so, his body and soul were both burning.

Xuanming has a strong will and a clear mind.

He endured the pain and concentrated on mobilizing his magic power to guide the energy upward.

Flows through every part of your body and straight into your entrance.

Inside the Purple Palace, golden flames burned fiercely.

The soul was in the sea of fire and felt severe pain, with a lot of smoke and cold air coming out of the body.

The power of hibiscus fruit is indeed far superior to that of pure yang fruit.

But for Xuanming, it is still not enough.

Since this spiritual fruit is hard to come by, one must naturally obtain the maximum benefit, and the Samadhi True Fire will emerge.

Merge with the golden flame and burn the soul together.

The pain doubled instantly, cold sweat broke out on Xuanming's forehead, and his soul seemed to be hovering between two extremes.

One is pure and flawless, the other is filthy and dirty.

He struggled between extreme pain and extreme happiness.

However, his Tao heart became clearer and more transparent as the fire burned, and his will became more indestructible under the extreme torture.

The road is like a whetstone, and there is no limit to the path you take.

Keep moving forward with determination and you will reach your destination no matter how far the journey is.

Xuanming is more persistent in pursuing the Great Dao than ever before.

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Small world, the headquarters of Taiping Sect.

Millions of miles of land are covered with green mountains and beautiful waters, charming scenery, fertile fields, and crisscrossing ditches.

There are villages and cities everywhere, the people are prosperous, and humans and monsters live in harmony.

In the fields, the ox-demon pulled the plow, and the human farmers paid it for the work afterwards; on the road, the horse-demon pulled the cart, and the humans paid the toll before getting on.

In the town, the half-human, half-demon spider spirit welcomed and warmly entertained the human guests who entered the silk shop. A human child curiously touched the spider spirit's eight legs, but she didn't get angry. Instead, she smiled and spit out a silk thread, one end of which was stuck to the child's body and the other end was hung on the eaves, forming a swing.

The human woman who was checking the cloth was also used to it and was not surprised, and even laughed a few times.

There are weasels selling stinky tofu on the street. It is a thousand-year-old brand, the product is genuine and the price is fair. It doesn't stink and it's free. There are also tiger demons who are sneaky and meet people in the alleys, secretly selling small pills handed down from their ancestors. They guarantee that after taking one pill, people will feel dragon-essence and tiger-powerful. There is no additive, it is made from pure tiger blood, and there are no side effects.

There was also a fox demon who walked into a human tavern and ordered two taels of wine and a roast chicken; a marmot demon acted cute and funny on the street in exchange for food; a young human girl married a black bear demon and enjoyed wealth and glory; a handsome snake demon married into a rich human businessman in exchange for money and property; and a rabbit demon collected resources and gave birth to offspring for human cultivators.

Both humans and monsters are trying hard to live.

And every village and town has a temple, which used to only enshrine the Taoist master of Taiping, a plain clay statue, but now there is another statue, called the Yellow Horned God.

Every family believes in it and every household has faith in it.

It can make the land fertile and the crops abundant.

The majestic power of faith gathered between heaven and earth, part of it flowed out of the secret realm, and part of it merged into the Taiping Palace.

In the ancient Taoist palace, the handsome Taoist Master Taiping opened his eyes and looked towards the northeast of Daxuan. He vaguely caught a familiar yet unfamiliar breath, which made him fall into memories.

The scene hidden in the long river of time emerged in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer. A complex light appeared in his peaceful eyes. After a long time, he said leisurely:
"After sixty years, Baiyujing will be revealed. I will prove to you that I did not make the wrong choice."

After he finished speaking, he looked puzzled.

I don’t know how much time passed before I closed my eyes again. My breathing became calm again, as peaceful as a still pond.

(End of this chapter)