Becoming a son-in-law since Douluo

257--Andrew

Li Liubai was standing on the mountainside of a high mountain, surrounded by misty white clouds, and the blue sky seemed to have been washed, all kinds of birds that could not be named were swimming in the sky.

At the foot of the mountain, there are antique buildings everywhere.

Here, there are no high-rise buildings, no car exhaust, and only a prosperous world that can only be seen in books!
The plane of "The Legend of Condor Heroes" is considered ancient, but the development in that era was not good, many people were displaced, otherwise there would be no gang of beggars.

And the world of Xianmen is the most beautiful ancient prosperous age in people's imagination. This is a picture that can only be found in books.

Chen Zihang has never been to the Tang Dynasty, but he feels that this place is definitely more beautiful than the Tang Dynasty!

Taoist Wuxin blew his whistle, and a crane flew down from the sky. This is a real crane, and the flow of immortal power can be felt from them.

"Benefactor, this is our transportation tool, Crane, please go up."

Chen Zihang wondered, "But there is only one crane."

Although with Wuxin Daochang's weight, it is absolutely no problem for me and him to sit on it, but the space on the crane's back is too small, so two big men can't squeeze together body to body.

"I don't need to sit, this crane is prepared for the benefactor." Daoist Wuxin shook his body after speaking, and the sword in the sword box on his back flew out directly, hovering under his feet, and he just stood on the sword like this.

"I'll go! Yujian flying?" Chen Zihang's eyes lit up, this is too handsome.

Daoist Wuxin nodded slightly, and said, "As long as the benefactor breaks through to the next level, you can do this sword control technique!"

"Then let me borrow a good word." Li Liubai said as he sat on the crane's back, and it didn't take any effort to see the crane's expression.

"Come with me!"

After Wuxin Daoist finished speaking, he swung his sword and went straight up. Without any order, the crane directly supported Li Liubai and followed.

As he kept going up, Li Liubai realized that he was completely wrong. The position he was just now was not halfway up the mountain at all, and it might be about one-fifth of the height of this mountain.

This mountain is really high, directly through the clouds to the sky.

It stands to reason that oxygen will be scarce at such a high altitude, but the result is just the opposite. Not only is there no oxygen scarcity at such a high altitude, but the oxygen is very sufficient, and the aura becomes more intense as the altitude increases.

Li Liubai could even feel that every breath he took contained rich spiritual power. Such a treasure land was simply a dream place for cultivators.

After flying for a few minutes, I finally came to the end of the mountain.

The first thing that catches the eye is the medicinal materials all over the ground, such as thousand-year-old ginseng, million-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, and various plants that Chen Zihang can't name.

"Hey! The juniors in the sect are getting more and more lazy, and they don't clean up these weeds." Taoist Wuxin said as he pulled up a few century-old ginseng and threw them down the mountain, shaking his head helplessly.

Li Liubai was dumbfounded, the few ginsengs thrown by Daoist Wuxin probably couldn't be bought for hundreds of thousands outside.

"Let's go, and follow me into the temple." Taoist Wuxin said as he walked into the temple, and Chen Zihang also noticed the words "Tongtian Temple" on the door of the temple.

No wonder it is called Tongtian Temple. In such a high geographical location, the word Tongtian is not an exaggeration.

The size of this Tongtian Temple seems to be several times larger than the Quanzhen Temple where the Quanzhen Sect is located in "The Legend of Condor Heroes".

But when he walked into the Tongtian Temple, although Li Liubai often met Taoist priests along the way, the number of these people was not directly proportional to the area of ​​the Taoist temple.

Li Liubai couldn't help asking curiously, "Master Daoist, are the other brothers practicing in seclusion?"

Daoist Wuxin shook his head, "No, there are only more than 300 disciples in Tongtianguan."

"Three hundred." Li Liubai was shocked. He thought that such a big Taoist temple would have at least a thousand people, but he didn't expect that there were only a few hundred people.

Daoist Wuxin sighed, "Our number is already the largest among all the Taoist temples in Xianmen. The monk is right. The power of Taoism here is completely incomparable with Buddhism. If you regret it now, there is still time."

"No, I'm just curious, there's no other meaning." Li Liubai quickly denied it, but he also wondered why this happened. In the outside world, there are far more people practicing Buddhism than Taoism. It stands to reason that this should not be the case in Xianmen .

"You must be curious, why is this happening?" Wu Xin asked.

Li Liubai nodded, and Daoist Wuxin said, "Because in the last century, there was a conflict between our Taoism and Buddhism.

As a result, you should be able to guess that Daoist Master Tongtian lost to the Tathagata, and made many promises before the war, which led to the gradual decline of Taoist talents in our generation, and far fewer people who choose to practice Taoism than those who choose to practice Buddhism. "

Heaven-reaching Daoist?Tathagata?
How could the two be brought together, and according to the mythological records, the Daoist Tongtian should be far stronger than the Buddha.

Daoist Wuxin continued, "None of them are legendary characters. They are just positions here. Just like the emperor, they can be inherited."

"So that's it!" This made the explanation clear, and Li Liubai also had a certain understanding of the history of Xianmen.

Entering a large hall, like the Taoism outside, the statue of Sanqing is enshrined in the hall.

The so-called Sanqing refers to the three gods who live in the position of Sanqing, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun, and Daode Tianzun.

"Master, the person has been brought here." Taoist Master Wuxin greeted the only Taoist priest in the hall who was meditating.

"Good job, thank you for your hard work."

"Teacher, leave." Daoist Wuxin withdrew after finishing speaking, leaving Li Liubai in the hall, Li Liubai was immediately embarrassed.

Li Liubai also imitated Wuxin Daoist's tone, and greeted the master who didn't even know his name, "Apprentice, see the master."

The Taoist body trembled slightly, Li Liubai couldn't help but wiped his eyes, could it be that he had misread it, it seemed that he was very excited and excited.

"Li Liubai, let me ask you, are you willing to join my Taoism and practice in my Tongtian Temple?"

"I am willing!" Li Liubai replied respectfully. Since he has chosen this path, he will not change it. Although the benefits of joining Buddhism may be greater, people must follow their own heart.

The Taoist priest turned around, and Li Liubai finally saw his true face on Lushan Mountain. He looked like an old man in his 70s or [-]s, but his aura of immortality had already transcended the mundane world.

"Haven't you asked for the master's Taoist name yet?" Li Liubai asked, after all, it's not good to be called master all the time. If an apprentice doesn't even know the master's Taoist name, then why should he be an apprentice.

The Taoist priest said slowly, "Tongtian."

(End of this chapter)