novelno Chapter 525
Chapter 525
Fifty years ago.
The founder of the Immortal Sect and the warriors of the Qiao family disappeared together in the upstream Tongtian River. Only the dying owner of Taoyuan Villa, Qiao Xin, was left in the Qiao family.
At this point, the era of the Qiao family came to an end. The martial arts myth of the past was shattered by Qiao Xin, and the next fifty years were precarious and not enough for outsiders to understand.
Now, fifty years later, the situation is completely different.
"Since you and I can know about the strange phenomenon of Tongtian River, then naturally we can't hide it from the Immortal Sect." Taizu Yan said calmly:
"As for whether this matter is minor or serious, and whether there are really living beings returning from Tongtian River, not only we will investigate, but the Immortal Sect will also investigate."
"Whatever the truth is, we can wait for the Immortal Sect to take the first step and ask for directions."
Immortal magic has been passed down since ancient times, and there are many types. In terms of detecting intelligence, martial arts cannot catch up.
But in Yan Taizu's view, he could follow the Immortal Sect and indirectly judge the truth of the matter from the Immortal Sect's reaction.
If the founder of the Immortal Sect returns, the Immortal Sect will naturally become extremely arrogant. If the Qiao family who are not dead return...
"It's our ancestors who have foresight." Emperor Wu Ping praised.
Yan Taizu conquered the world from horseback in his early years, but now Yan Taizu, who is three or four hundred years old, is no longer the reckless man he used to be.
He immediately ordered:
"Let the Feiyu Guards go explore."
"Not only do we want to explore the Tianhe River, but we also want to explore the movements of the Immortal Sect!"
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The landforms of Kyushu are all different.
Zhongzhou has fertile soil and plains, and is densely populated. It is an excellent place for incense in the eyes of the Immortal Sect.
Mountainous places like Southeast and Northwest states have always been vast and sparsely populated.
The Yunxiao Sect and Tongtian Sword Sect that occupied this place back then were the weaker immortal sects.
However, Qiao Mu did not expect that when he returned to Kyushu again, the Tongtian Sword Sect that once occupied the source of the Tongtian River had disappeared without a trace.
And the incense Taoist temple he sensed...
In fact, it is not in a densely populated city, but in a mountain outside the city.
The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals.
There is a famous Taoist temple in the mountain, and there is naturally an endless stream of pilgrims and believers.
Along the road at the foot of the Taoist temple, Qiao Mu even saw inns and restaurants, as well as vendors selling incense paper along the street.
Although there are not many houses, it has formed a small village.
"A stick of incense costs a hundred coins."
"A hundred sticks of bamboo incense, fifty pieces of incense, are all the best merit incense." Seeing Qiao Mu approaching, the vendor began to shout.
"My father-in-law, which emperor is in power today, what is his reign, and how many years has it been?"
Qiao Mu casually grabbed a handful of silver nuggets from the storage bag, crushed them into fine pieces without leaving any trace, and handed them to the vendor selling incense sticks in front of the street: "I want three sticks to last long."
"Are you a savage from which mountain? Asking such a question——" In the middle of speaking, the old man saw the broken silver in Qiao Mu's hand and suddenly smiled:
"You don't know how old you are in the mountains. There have been wars and chaos in these years, so it's normal for you to miss the year number." The middle-aged vendor handed Qiao Mu three sticks of incense and replied at the same time:
"Today is the fifty-second year of Wu Ping."
Qiao Mu's eyes fell on the middle-aged vendor, and he was slightly startled, but didn't say much.
"The fifty-second year of Wuping." Tongtian Shuiling sighed slightly:
"It turns out it's been fifty years."
"You two don't know who the current emperor is or what his reign is, but you know you want to come to Taoist temple to worship God. You are really sincere." The middle-aged street vendor was surprised.
"It's true." Qiao Mu said with a half-smile but not a smile.
"Eighteen generations of my family have been devout believers in Yan Shinto. In the past, they even made pilgrimages to famous mountains and rivers."
"Yan Shen Dao?" Tongtian Shuiling nodded belatedly:
"The founder of the Yanshen Dao lineage has indeed saved me a lot of detours. Now that I think about it, I really should be grateful."
The vendor was very moved when he heard this.
He even redistributed half of the broken silver in his hand to Qiao Mu, claiming that he admired such a devout believer, even a businessman like him, and was willing to give him half the money.
While chatting.
Clang clang clang.
At this time, the melodious bells came from the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain and spread among the mountains.
When the pilgrims who climbed the mountain heard the noise, they all quickened their pace and walked to the top of the mountain.
"The bells are ringing, and the time for worship has arrived."
"Today is the first day of the new year. It is different from the past. I wonder if I can see the true face of the immortal..."
"Let's go faster, don't miss the time."
Qiao Mu's eyes wandered over the pilgrims.
There are about hundreds of these pilgrims, all coming from villages and towns scattered in the surrounding mountains.
"Shui Ling, let's go faster, don't miss the moment to see the true face of the immortal."
Qiao Mu also urged the Tongtian Shuiling next to him, holding three sticks of incense in his hand, he climbed up the steps step by step and merged into the flow of pilgrims.
"It's been fifty years. Let's see if the Immortal Sect has any new tricks." Qiao Mu said to himself.
When he stood at the foot of the mountain, he already knew which immortal sect the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain belonged to today.
He slowly walked up the stone steps, with waves of pine trees on both sides, and dappled sunlight shining through the branches and leaves.
Following the crowd into the Taoist temple, incense was lingering, the air was filled with a fragrance, and low and pious chanting was heard in all directions.
Look up.
Through the faint smoke, in the main seat of the main hall, there is the tallest statue of an immortal, with a kind face and deep eyes, holding a fly whisk and wearing a Taoist robe.
The plaque below the immortal statue has four characters on it: Yanshen Daojun.
The immortal statues on the left and right sides of Yanshen Daojun are slightly shorter. Qiao Mu glanced at the names, which are Shaoyin Daojun and Shaoyang Daojun.
Two Huashen Daojuns, and the so-called "Daojun" in the middle, should he be the head of Yanshen Dao?
The territory of Yanshen Dao is actually in the Southeast Province, which is almost the same as the Northwest Province here.
Who would have thought that fifty years later, the tentacles of Yanshen Dao have already reached here...
While thinking, he saw a commotion among the crowd of pilgrims.
Suddenly, thousands of rays of light appeared in the sky, and thousands of auspicious colors emerged. In the light mist, several immortals with immortal spirits appeared.
The immortals smiled, waved their whisks slightly, and a faint spiritual light enveloped them:
"Remove disasters and misfortunes, and enlighten the mind and see the truth."
"The immortals really showed their spirits." The pilgrims bathed in the faint spiritual rain, and felt inexplicably refreshed and excited, and some devout people almost burst into tears.
"It's so touching." Qiao Mu walked into the main hall with the crowd expressionless.
He knew nothing about the immortal way, but he had seen a lot, and even if it was a trick he had never seen before, he mostly knew it in his mind.
The immortal phantom is similar to the incense and divine body method of the Qingxuan Dao in Beizhou back then.
And the spiritual light turned into rain and fell, briefly stimulating the pilgrims and believers, refreshing their minds...This little magic is also easy for immortal monks.
But although he was in the crowd, he was too calm, with no expression on his face, like a crane standing out among chickens, which made people around him look at him sideways.
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"Will it be the blind warriors in the world causing trouble?" A monk of Yanshendao who was guarding the Taoist temple frowned.
"Why don't you worship?" He looked at Qiao Mu silently. Although he did not take action, he was already exerting invisible pressure.
He was testing. If this person did not worship the gods, then he would wait for an opportunity to take action.
As the Taoist priest of the Taoist temple spoke, the eyes of the surrounding pilgrims also gathered immediately.
This scene made Qiao Mu squint his eyes, and he felt that he had seen it before. It seemed that he had experienced something similar a long time ago.
And now he is nearly 70,000 years old, and his heart has long been calm. The Taoist's coercion did not cause any waves in his heart.
"Okay." Qiao Mu said lightly:
"Then I will worship."
To the Taoist's surprise, Qiao Mu's attitude was surprisingly good.
He walked to the incense burner carefully and lit three long incense sticks, then held them in his hands, slightly raised his head and looked at the many immortal statues above.
He slowly but steadily inserted the three long incense sticks into the incense burner, and then put his palms together in front of him.
"Then all the great immortals, please accept my worship." He faced the leading Yanshen Daojun and bowed slightly to show respect.
The moment he bent his body slightly.
The Yanshen Dao immortal statues in front of him all made a cracking sound, and cracks appeared at the same time.
Strands of clear air that were invisible to the naked eye floated out from the cracks of the immortal statues. In an instant, the charm of these immortal statues had been lost, and the originally vivid expressions became dull, as if they had become ordinary stone statues.
The Taoist who had just spoken had his eyelids twitching wildly.
The shadow of the immortal in the cloud above the Taoist temple trembled violently, and it was about to disappear in the blink of an eye.
But at this moment,
Qiao Mu, who had not bowed, seemed to be stunned. His hands, which were originally clasped together, separated again and put them behind his back.
"Huh? Why did you stop?" Tongtian Shuiling looked at him in surprise, but saw Qiao Mu slowly shaking his head.
The shadow of the immortal in the cloud, which had almost disappeared, got a chance to breathe and gathered into a human form again.
At the same time, a shout was heard from the gate of the Taoist temple.
"No bowing!"
The sound was like thunder and lightning, and it turned into a tangible sound wave ripple that swept over, with black and red electric light mixed in it.
At the gate of the Taoist temple, a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance raised his horse and chopped it diagonally, breaking the gate of the Taoist temple.
"Lu Shun, the centurion of the Wuji Department of the Immortal-killing Army, is here. Today, we will cut down the mountains and destroy the temples and eliminate the aliens!"
A group of soldiers in armor and sharp weapons entered behind him one after another, their movements were uniform and full of inexplicable momentum.
Tongtian Shuiling was originally following the crowd to watch the fun, and now he exclaimed softly.
"It turned out to be him?"
The middle-aged man at the head, who looked unremarkable, was actually the vendor at the foot of the mountain who had sold incense to Qiao Mu and the others before, and had chatted with them for a few words.
"It turned out to be a fisherman." Tongtian Shuiling sighed.
But he saw a hundred soldiers rushing over, and the horse-cutting sword in the hand of the centurion in the head gathered a lot of blood and true energy at this moment, turning into a giant sword as long as a person.
"Cut!"
The sword force was across the sky, and the immortal statue that had already appeared cracked did not react at all, and was cut off from the waistline.
Crack.
The six pillars of the Taoist temple were also cut off at the same time, and the roof tilted towards the backyard, with a rumbling sound.
A hundred soldiers flew over, and several rainbow lights appeared in the air in the deadly entanglement.
Qiao Mu stood there, looking up at the scene. He stood in the crowd and did not speak.
Before three minutes had passed, rainbow light fell like raindrops.
Several monks in Taoist robes were beheaded. The headless bodies fell to the ground and smashed a shallow pit, while the heads were held in the hands of the soldiers.
"You have made military achievements." The soldiers put away their bloody swords.
"This time is much easier than before... Could it be that my martial arts have improved without me noticing?"
"Stop talking nonsense. You can behead the alien, isn't it because of my 30% strength? In the Lingxi Tongtian battle formation, one is a hundred, and a hundred is one, so if you behead one alien, it is equivalent to beheading a hundred people, and I get a hundred military merits..."
"..."
"Stop arguing, but it's not time to celebrate yet. Now is just the first step." The middle-aged centurion in the lead waved his hand to stop the soldiers' discussion:
"The King of the South once said that it is easy to destroy the immortal in the temple, but it is difficult to destroy the immortal in the heart."
"The alien is just a Taoist monk. Letting them die is just the first step."
The middle-aged centurion commanded the hundred soldiers under his command to surround the Taoist temple, and they were surrounded tightly, and did not let anyone leave.
At this moment, there were as many as three or four hundred believers trapped in the collapsed Taoist temple. At this moment, they were all inexplicably terrified and shocked by the hundreds of soldiers.
"Come on, come up!" The middle-aged centurion pointed at a gray-haired old man.
"I, I?" The old man almost peed:
"General, spare me, I have a lot of children and grandchildren above me... uh, below me..."
"You peed too fast, who wants your life?"
The centurion picked up the statue of Yanshen Daojun that was split in half, and slammed it to the ground, making the statue stand steadily.
"Come on, go up and pee on him!" The centurion pointed at the broken statue of the immortal.
"Ah?" The gray-haired old man hadn't reacted yet.
The centurion said:
"It's okay, if the Yanshen Dao immortals are really kind-hearted and care about the human world, how could they blame you? It's all forced by us, the immortal army."
"Okay, we will take the blame for blaspheming the immortals, you can pee without worry... If you don't pee, don't pee anymore."
The old man was scared and peed immediately.
It's just peeing in the crotch.
He didn't dare to blaspheme the gods, but firstly, he had just witnessed the Taoist temple being destroyed, the phantom of the gods that appeared turned to ashes, and a group of murderers came out.
Secondly, what the centurion said seemed to make some sense.... Even if it didn't make sense, he would convince himself at this time...
The old man trembled and walked to the cracked statue of Yanshen Daojun and began to output.
At first, he could only squeeze out two or three drops, but for some reason, once he started, it gradually became like a flood that could not be stopped...
"Come on, next one." The centurion looked at the next pilgrim:
"Don't worry, everyone has a share, one pee per person."
He smiled slightly, opened the gate of the Taoist temple that he was blocking, and let the gray-haired old man flee in panic.
"If you want to pass by here, you don't need money or life, just two pee! The one with yellow pee comes first!"
The centurion laughed as he read it.
Destroying the mountain and destroying the temple, firstly, is to kill the immortal monks guarding the Taoist temple, and secondly, to chop the statues of the Taoist temples, so that the statues' powers disappear and become clay dolls.
At this point, these immortal statues are actually no longer extraordinary... except that they are as heavy as mountains among their believers.
It is easy to destroy the immortal in the temple, but it is difficult to destroy the immortal in the heart.
The so-called immortal is the person in the mountain.
Now, it is time for the mountain to collapse.
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