Chapter 538: A Glance for Ten Thousand Years

"Fellow Daoist, don't be impulsive. We are not demons or ghosts, nor are we bad people, but a few Daoists who originally lived under the Flying Mountain," Lin Jue said immediately, pointing his finger at the Flying Mountain.

Under the moonlight, the mountain peak was clearly visible.

Upon hearing this, the Daoist immediately frowned:

"This poor Daoist has indeed heard that a few Daoists also lived under the Flying Mountain here, and there is even a female Daoist among them. But if it really is the two fellow Daoists, what are you doing running to the other side of the river in the middle of the night? Are you here to tour the river and enjoy the moon?"

"We were just about to leave when we ran into you, fellow Daoist," Lin Jue said. "Aren't you also walking outside in the middle of the night?"

"This poor Daoist is here chasing a demon!"

"The demon you were chasing, fellow Daoist, has already been easily eliminated by my Fuyao. That black mist is still over there," Lin Jue said, reaching out and pointing. "We ran into you, fellow Daoist, and talked to you, just wanting to ask, the 'spell-prohibition method' you just chanted is quite novel and unfamiliar. Which god is that 'Moon Mirror Cave Illuminates Yuezhao Yuanjun' in the spell?"

Lin Jue didn't want to delay and directly stated his question.

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, the Daoist was stunned.

Then he turned his head to look, and saw that by the river under the moon, there was indeed a mass of black mist dissipating, emitting bursts of foul odor.

Then his lips muttered again:

"The world is vast, the heroic spirits here obey my orders... the spiritual light is like washing..."

Lin Jue looked at his Junior Xiao Shimei again.

It was still the spell they were familiar with.

After chanting the spell, there was no abnormality.

The Daoist then relaxed slightly: "May I ask the honorable names of the two fellow Daoists, and where do you practice?"

"My surname is Lin."

"My surname is Liu."

"We previously practiced at Mount Yi, and two years ago, we followed my Senior Shixiong to under the Flying Mountain, living by this river for two years. Tonight we had something to do and left temporarily. We just crossed the river and met you, fellow Daoist, which is also fate."

"That is indeed fate. This poor Daoist only arrived here this afternoon. I originally borrowed a place to stay in that mountain village, but it turned out that someone in the village wanted to seek fame and worshiped an evil god, and the evil god came to the house to make trouble. In this world today, it is the duty of us practitioners to walk the world and eliminate demons. I took my sword to find it, not expecting to meet other experts, which is truly a pleasure."

The Daoist obviously also had a bit of chivalry and boldness. When he was suspicious, he asked directly, and when his suspicion was dispelled, he put away his sword and stood:

"As for the spell-prohibition method you asked about just now, sigh, there is nothing to hide. This is a new spell passed down from the Profound Heaven Temple on Mount Qiyun. It was only passed down last month and spread widely throughout the world without concealment. As long as you go to the Profound Heaven Temple on Mount Qiyun or the True Mirror Palace in the capital to worship the gods and cultivate the spells, you can get the blessing of the spells. This poor Daoist just happened to hear that the imperial court had recovered the south and wanted to go see it. Passing through Huizhou, I heard about this last month, so I went to visit the Profound Heaven Temple on Mount Qiyun and worshiped the statue of that Jun Niangniang for a month. I truly received the blessing of this spell. To tell you the truth, this is the first time I've used it."

The Daoist paused after speaking, revealing a look of embarrassment:

"As for that Moon Mirror Cave Illuminates Yuezhao Yuanjun, to tell you the truth, fellow Daoist, this poor Daoist is not a Daoist from a proper temple, but a wild path. I was originally a person of the world and entered the door after being enlightened by a high expert on the side of the road before he died. This poor Daoist had never heard of this Jun Niangniang's great name before, but she is worshiped in the Profound Heaven Temple on Mount Qiyun, and there is a newly built statue in the main hall, and it is right next to the three True Lords. I think she must also be an orthodox god with high status.

"By the way! It seems I heard the Daoists of the Profound Heaven Temple say that this Jun Niangniang seems to be the younger sister of Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Yili!"

The two looked at each other again.

This Moon Mirror Cave Illuminates Yuezhao Yuanjun is clearly the Daoist Jiang they know.

"The imperial court has recovered the south?"

"Yes! Haven't you heard? It was only two months ago! His Majesty changed General Qian Chengye to take command, fought all the way into the south, and besieged Yangzhou for a full month. His Majesty showed mercy, remembering that when he passed through Huizhou that year, he had met the King of Yue and had been treated to a meal by the King of Yue, so he summoned the King of Yue to surrender three times," the Daoist said. "The King of Yue later left a letter and hanged himself, opening the city to surrender."

"So that's how it is."

With Daoist Jiang's previous contributions to the south and her fame in the capital, she was originally going to be conferred as a Yuezhao Yuanjun, but it was a bit sensitive before, so she had never been officially conferred.

Now that the world is unified and the south has been recovered, it is about time for her to be calculated for her contributions and conferred as a god.

She should be congratulated properly.

At this time, the Daoist opposite was already thirsty.

He had come chasing the demon with his sword, was panting and thirsty, and had talked for a while, so he couldn't help it anymore.

His peripheral vision glanced at the river beside him, hesitated, and then caught sight of the gourd at the waist of the Daoist opposite—

"What is in the gourd of the fellow Daoist? Is it wine, tea, or clear water? This poor Daoist came chasing the demon and is very thirsty. Can you give this poor Daoist a drink to relieve the urgency?"

"This is the river water, why don't you take water from the river, fellow Daoist?"

"There are too many pigs, cows, sheep, and horses raised on this river. Drinking raw water makes it easy to grow worms in the belly," the Daoist was truly thirsty and truly bold. "What exactly is in the fellow Daoist's gourd? If it is some valuable nectar or fine wine, you can just say so. This poor Daoist is embarrassed to drink it. If it is not, then please don't be stingy. Whether it is tea, wine, or water, bring it quickly for this poor Daoist to drink a mouthful."

"Haha! Aren't you afraid that there is poison in my water, fellow Daoist?"

"If you took the initiative to give me water to drink, I would be a bit suspicious, but since I took the initiative to ask for water, it is unlikely to be poisonous."

"Makes sense..."

Lin Jue found it interesting and untied the gourd at his waist:

"I am not a stingy person either. You have worked hard to eliminate demons for the people, fellow Daoist, and you are an upright and bold person. What harm is there in relieving your thirst? But this water is not ordinary, and it has to be brought back to my disciple. Don't drink it all, please leave some for us."

"You are so young, fellow Daoist, and you already have a disciple?"

The Daoist reached out casually, took the gourd he threw, and shook it: "What sweet water, so strange?"

He pulled out the stopper and already smelled the fragrance.

He didn't think much and took a mouthful, looking up.

Because he didn't drink mouth-to-mouth, he poured water from the air, and even spilled some on his mouth and dripped some on the ground.

But just this mouthful, his eyes froze.

The spiritual aura in the water turned into a fragrance that invaded his lungs, and the mystery turned into a comfort that dispersed into his limbs and bones. This was something anyone could perceive.

"Hmm? This..."

When he looked up and took the second mouthful, he was much more careful.

He was careful toward his mouth, and not a drop spilled out.

After two mouthfuls, he knew that this water was extraordinary.

If it wasn't poisonous, it must be spiritual.

The Daoist didn't dare to drink anymore, put down the gourd, and threw it back to the Daoist opposite as if it were hot:

"What kind of water is this? It is so sweet and refreshing!"

The Daoist opposite smiled and didn't answer him immediately, but asked him back: "Do you want to stay young forever, fellow Daoist, and never grow old until you die?"

"I am not some woman. What is the use of staying young forever? Not dying when old is already a thief. Not growing old, isn't that becoming a demon?" The Daoist frowned and savored it carefully, feeling that meeting these two people today was indeed too abnormal, and even forgot to call himself "this poor Daoist."

"Then you are in trouble, fellow Daoist. What is in my gourd is the red spring water of Mount Yuanqiu, which is the immortal spring and holy water that everyone in the world craves. Drinking it can make you look young forever, and you will be young until you die."

"Don't tease me, fellow Daoist! How can there be such a wonderful thing in this world, and it just happened to be encountered by me!"

"Yes, haha. We have to go back today, so we won't stay long. It is a great fate to meet you, fellow Daoist. We will say goodbye here."

Only hearing the Daoist opposite laugh, a thunder cloud suddenly rose under his feet, flashing with electric light, carrying the two people and one fox into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The Daoist was left on the spot, somewhat dazed.

Not long after, the two returned to Mount Feng.

Lin Jue frowned again, also somewhat dazed.

At this time, the two disciples had been awakened, and because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, they both came to pay their respects to him.

Lin Jue shared the red spring water with them to drink.

Early the next morning, he planted the Yuanqiu fruit on the mountain again.

Returning to the mountain, leisurely and carefree, in the blink of an eye, it was several days.

Recently, the capital has been celebrating, and the whole city is full of joy, all because the imperial court has recovered the south, and the King of Yue hanged himself and died, leaving a letter before he died, telling his subordinates not to cause chaos again.

Lord Luo was confident enough and benevolent enough, so he did not make things difficult for those surrendered generals, nor did he make things difficult for the people in the city, nor did he make things difficult for the King of Yue's family. He even buried him with the rites of an emperor, whether out of hero-to-hero appreciation or remembering the friendship of being treated to a meal by him when he passed through Huizhou that year.

The world was thus unified.

Lin Jue heard about it in detail on the roadside in the capital, carrying the fox that had turned into a white cat. For some reason, he frowned again.

Riding the clouds back to the mountain, taking care of fruit trees, educating disciples, time passed so quickly.

Not long after, a piece of bad news came.

His Sixth Senior Shixiong, in order to help the King of Yue turn the tables, had worked hard to deduce the secrets of heaven, looking for that glimmer of victory in a defeat, suffered a backlash, and went blind in both eyes.

When his Sixth Senior Shixiong returned to Fuqiu, except for his Third Senior Shixiong, all the brothers and sisters in the temple gathered.

On that day, his Sixth Senior Shixiong was wearing gray linen clothes, dressed simply, using his hands to grope for the chopsticks on the table, then aligning them in the palm of his other hand, groping for the rice bowl on the table, making everyone silent, but he just laughed happily, saying that after practicing for a period of time, he would be able to cultivate a "heart eye," and if he could achieve the Dao, there would be no such thing as "blind eyes."

This is his principle and the cause and effect he bears.

Lin Jue had no choice but to exchange other treasures from Wan Gong to give him a lantern to help him see things.

Returning to Mount Feng again, in a daze, he felt time passed even faster.

The disciples grew rapidly, just like the Yuanqiu fruit trees on the mountain.

Although the disciples' talent was not as good as his and his Junior Xiao Shimei's back then, and the fruits produced by the Yuanqiu fruit trees were not as large and plump as those on Mount Yuanqiu, Lin Jue was not worried about this.

The mansion in the capital that had not been inhabited for a long time regained its vitality.

His Junior Xiao Shimei collected all the materials and was still refining pills here.

The auspicious scene of the end of the previous dynasty appeared again in the capital of this dynasty, but it was far less dynamic than the last time.

The efficacy of this Golden Core was not as good as before, but his Junior Xiao Shimei's own cultivation was close to perfection, and eating it was just to help her become an immortal, and to enhance herself by borrowing the unique spiritual aura of the Four Directions and Five Elements Golden Core.

The second immortal of Fuqiu Peak was born.

It was just that when the brothers and sisters gathered and chatted, what they missed most was the past on Fuqiu Peak.

Lord Luo came from a family of generals and had an obsession with expanding territory. Coupled with the fact that the Great Zu repeatedly invaded the borders, after resting for a short time, he launched a major northern expedition again.

This fight lasted for more than ten years.

The Western Regions were recovered after hundreds of years.

The Great Zu was beaten back hundreds of miles in a row.

The territory of the Central Plains dynasty reached an unprecedented size, but the people did not live well. The bones by the Wuding River are still the people in the dreams of the deep boudoir. The blood on the border turns into seawater. The martial emperor's intention to open the border has not stopped. How to judge the merits and demerits? I think future generations thousands of years later will have their own comments, right?

It's just that poets of this era call him the Martial Emperor.

Lin Jue also took two more disciples.

One was a rabbit demon in the mountain. When Lin Jue first arrived at Mount Feng to preach to Wan Gong and others, it had come to listen on the side, and had heard Lin Jue explain the five qi of yin and yang. When other demons and ghosts coveted the immortal fruits on the mountain and wanted to steal them at night, it was the one who came to help remind and drive them away. I don't know how it opened its mind, but one day, it knelt under the mountain for three years.

The other was a disciple of the Wang family.

Only ten years old, I don't know how he found the long-dusty talisman paper in his home. It should be relying on it that he traveled thousands of miles to find the deep mountain, wanting to seek the immortal and ask for the Dao.

The reason why the Daoist accepted him was not because he thought of himself back then.

Many things seem to be just in the blink of an eye.

Lin Zhenren, who is becoming more and more famous in the world, sits in the pavilion of Mount Feng, looking at the distant mountain scenery, for some reason, as if he has some realization.

At this time, he has already cultivated the three magical powers of "scatter and gather," "break and reconnect," and "take life and give longevity" to a profound level, often meditating in the mountain, realizing his own method of immortality and indestructibility. This will be a supreme magical power comparable to a great power.

Sixty years after the founding of the dynasty, the time for the Purple Emperor arrived. He ordered the emperors and gods of all parties to send troops together, starting a huge demon-sweeping and demon-eliminating, sweeping away demons and monsters in the world with an unstoppable momentum.

This time it was just to clear away evil demons and monsters, and it did not reach Lin Jue, nor did any emperor or god have any opinion, and even those hidden demon kings and great demons did not move.

Lord Luo passed away, and he died badly.

Another sixty years, the world was in turmoil, the Purple Emperor found a suitable time, and this disaster reached the small demons, but all this was done in secret.

Another sixty years, it reached many great demons.

Those great demons resisted desperately, and some demons took advantage of this troubled world to harm the world. Lin Jue did not intervene in the war between the Nine Heavens and the demons, but protected those common people who were about to be harmed by the demons.

As time went on, it was really unclear, and there were only short pictures that made up these hundred years of wind and clouds.

It seems that the apprentice has died, and it seems that he has not, and it seems that the pavilion cave in the depths of Mount Feng has reached the third generation.

The last sixty years, the Purple Emperor completely suppressed demons.

Evil demons were eliminated, and good demons were also eliminated.

Even people related to demons were eliminated.

It also involved Fuyao.

At this time, Fuqiu Peak already had several True Lords, a force that even the Purple Emperor had to be cautious about.

However, he invited the long-retired Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Master Fuchi.

That Husheng Husheng Zhenjun arrived at Mount Feng:

"I have been retired for a long time, but the Purple Emperor was my teacher. He invited me to come, and I have to come. Therefore, I am here to eliminate that eight-tailed demon fox. If you want to stop it, it is just a waste of Daoist cultivation and life."

A sentence drifted away with the wind.

The True Lords of Fuqiu Temple fought hard against it, thanks to the fact that his fighting spirit was not heavy, so he could block it slightly.

Lin Jue was trying hard to realize immortality and indestructibility.

It seems to be successful, it seems to be unsuccessful.

But at this time, I don't know if Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Master Fuchi's fighting power was too strong, capable of shattering a world, or if the Daoist used several magical powers to correct the Dao of life and death reincarnation of heaven and earth to a point that the illusion could not bear. When Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Master Fuchi held a halberd and cut through Mount Feng, arriving in front of Lin Jue, heaven and earth suddenly

collapsed.

Lin Jue's eyes went black, and when he recovered, he found that in front of him was a bright moon night, the moonlight shining on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of mountain shadows, and winding rivers.

In front of him was another flattened high mountain, with a huge hole on the mountain, and lava still flowing in the hole.

He was stepping on the thunder cloud, flying forward at high speed.

With a swish!

He had already flown over the top of the mountain.

There should have been a large hole to leave the Yuanqiu Immortal Realm.

He and others should have gone out from there.

But that hole had long since disappeared!

Looking back, the Mountain Giant stood still, bowing toward the back as if on a pilgrimage, the Phoenix Divine Bird still stood on its head, looking back at Lin Jue and others, its eyes shining strangely.

By his feet was the white fox, and beside him were his Senior Shixiong and Junior Xiao Shimei.

From behind came a faint, old, and kind voice:

"Since you have come to my Yuanqiu Immortal Realm, why not drink a cup of tea before leaving? Do you think I don't even have a cup of tea here?"

An old immortal stood in the distance, laughing happily.

It turned out that those hundreds of years were just an instant.

He was still in the Yuanqiu Immortal Realm and had not left.

... ===== CHAPTER 539 =====

He was still in the Yuanqiu Immortal Realm and had not left.