The Taoist Seven Treasures Eight Trigrams Furnace was suspended in the void, and underneath it the [Six Ding Divine Fire], which was several times more powerful than the [Samadhi True Fire], was burning fiercely. The terrifying high temperature was enough to kill the immortals, but now they were just trapped under the Eight Trigrams Furnace. A handsome Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe with water cloud patterns was sitting on a cushion, dozing lazily.

One of the two children was there.

He was fanning himself with a fan that looked like a banana leaf.

The other was guarding in the lobby of Zifu Xuandu Temple.

Everyone is busy.

Only this handsome Taoist was lazy, as if he was dozing off, and he murmured in a soft voice: "The essence of the five elements is formed by heaven, and it can also be explored by human power. The universe is a huge furnace, and yin and yang are cooked and fried by themselves."

"My tripod of water and fire steals its entirety."

"Ha, what a great elixir!"

"This time it's good, this time it's good... It took me half a month longer, but I finally got the pill."

Master Xuandu smiled and stood up. He sensed that the five elements in the furnace had already gathered and the medicinal power in it had already surged. He knew that this furnace of elixirs would soon be refined. He was about to tell the boy to collect the elixirs. At this moment, a voice suddenly came. The boy who was still in the front hall of Zifu Xuandu Temple had not arrived yet, but the voice came:

"Master, Master, disaster has occurred, disaster has occurred again!"

Master Xuandu swept his whisk across and said calmly, "What's the matter again?"

"But you are so panicked."

"Oh...Misfortunes, I am the only one who causes trouble for others. Who can cause trouble for me?"

The handsome little Taoist boy in blue was breathing heavily, his face flushed. He first bowed, then turned around and pointed at the main hall and said, "It is the name on the jade disk above the main hall that has changed again. It is the same as last time. I wonder if there is another change..." Before he finished speaking, the handsome Taoist figure disappeared, leaving only the two Taoist boys dumbfounded, looking at each other.

So he hurriedly followed.

In front of the jade disk, the Taoist appeared out of nowhere.

With a sweep of the whisk, several strong men retreated. He strode over, staring at the jade with his phoenix eyes. He saw the two words "Xuan Wei" glowing faintly, and the aura emanating from them was sharp and pure. He couldn't help but clap his hands and exclaimed: "Good, good, you are worthy of being someone that the teacher values. Your name is only on this jade disk for a few years, but you have already made a breakthrough..."

"It seems that he will come to Xuandu Temple and meet me soon."

"Hmm? But this aura, what a pity, what a pity."

"Is it just the level of innate Qi?"

Master Xuandu was surprised, and then he saw the two characters "Xuanwei", which exuded a thick and rich aura. So he stretched out his finger and gently brushed the name on the jade disk. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Interesting, he has entered the [Eight Tribulations]. Moreover, it seems that it is not just an ordinary [Eight Tribulations]. How can this kid's Eight Tribulations have such a strong [Tribulations] aura?"

Both Taoist boys came.

Upon hearing this, they couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.

First of all, the eight difficulties are often only encountered by real people.

After passing it, you can hope to reach the level of earthly immortal or higher.

The most you can do is to accumulate spiritual power, receive the imperial edict from the Emperor of Heaven, and become an immortal.

It seems that this uncle-master Xuanwei has only just attained the first level of innate Qi, and is not as good as them.

Why did I encounter the eight difficulties?

Secondly, how can a cultivator who has gone through the eight tribulations have calamity energy?

Not everyone can use the word "劫".

Feeling puzzled for a moment, the boy on the left stepped forward and saluted to ask, with a slightly worried tone, "Master, you said that Master Xuanwei encountered the Eight Tribulations, but isn't there a way to [avoid disasters and avoid calamities]? For Master Xuanwei, this shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Master Xuandu seemed to be in a good mood. Hearing this, he sneered and said, "Little boy, you know nothing."

"The Eight Tribulations are something that cultivators must go through. There are two ways to overcome them. One is to have a true disciple, whose own spiritual nature is clear and sharp, and who can foresee the Eight Tribulations in advance and avoid them in advance. This is the way to [avoid disasters and avoid calamities], just like having clairvoyance and super hearing, and one is an old hand at this."

"Of course, even if you sense a disaster, whether you can avoid it or not is another matter. It depends on your own methods."

"There is another kind, which is the turbidity of the soul. They fall into disaster without knowing it, just like a leaf falling into the water, drifting with the water. Those who are lucky may repent after experiencing it and turn back. Those who are unlucky will fall into disaster and their soul will be ignorant. Although their life will not be affected, they will have no chance to achieve the great way."

"The Eight Tribulations of Taoism are not the Three Calamities."

"It will only harm the Great Dao, but it will not lead to its demise."

The Taoist boy asked curiously, "Then Master Xuanwei is the second type?"

Master Xuandu said, "No."

Taoist Qingjun calculated with his fingers for a moment, and then seemed a little surprised, with a lot of appreciation in his tone:

"He had clearly sensed the eight difficulties, and he did not avoid or retreat, but took the initiative to respond to the disaster."

“There is awareness.”

"This is what my junior brother should be like."

"Wonderful, wonderful, hahaha, with such a foundation, a dream of yellow millet can form the primordial spirit, the rotation of the sun and the moon can form the primordial energy, and a bucket and a liter of rhubarb sprouts can make up for the primordial essence, but it can also use the wonderful method of Wuji to enter the innate Qi, which is inaction; and it can actively enter the catastrophe and move, which is action. Between action and inaction, it is the Tao."

"Hahaha, it's my junior fellow apprentice!"

The two Taoist boys couldn't help but be surprised.

The previous Supreme Patriarch had also accepted disciples, but Master Xuandu's attitude was quite cold. Even on that previous occasion, he went to the Three Shangqing Masters to chat and drink tea, and it seemed that it was just for the sake of the Supreme lineage's face. He had never shown such appreciation for anyone, and never said words like "You are my junior brother."

But the handsome Taoist applauded for a moment and suddenly said, "It's broken."

"I took the initiative to enter the calamity, and wanted to break the calamity and get out. Although it was not my original intention, it also corresponds to the meaning of Uncle Shangqing's [The Way of Disaster Destruction], etc..."

"Why is Junior Brother also practicing swordsmanship?"

After saying this, Master Xuandu's expression changed a little.

He swept the whisk and said, "Boy, bring me my Supreme Infinite Majesty Mountain-Crossing Seal!"

The boy was dumbfounded: "Master, the alchemy furnace needs..."

Master Xuandu said, "Go and get it quickly."

"You, go get my golden rope."

"Grand Master, the alchemy furnace..."

"Golden bricks to subdue demons!"

"And bring me the diamond bracelet of the blue bull."

Master Xuandu picked up his weapon, sneered, and said, "I will keep a handy item by my side this time. If the three Shangqing masters want to move again, I will move the three mountains over in an instant and block his door together. Let's see what he does. The three of them are just teaching disciples, but I have experience in various realms, and I have led the heavenly army and killed demons. In a fight, who is afraid of who?"

In a short while, several magic weapons were in hand, and another boy came running over, crying: "Master, Master."

"It's a disaster, it's a disaster!"

"That furnace of elixirs exploded again."

Master Xuandu opened his mouth.

I just felt that the two words "Xuanwei" were indeed eye-catching, and indeed -

"What a disaster..."

The Grand Master was deeply saddened:

"Senior Brother's elixir!"

…

On the second day after Qi Wuhuo left the village, another luxuriously decorated carriage came. The tall horses were all of the same height, with black fur like satin. The carriage was also luxuriously decorated, and there were several riders following in front and behind. Although these riders were only wearing ordinary tights, their backs were straight, their eyes were like lightning, and they looked like they were wearing heavy armor, which was extremely deterrent.

Everyone in the village was frightened.

Although everyone came out to see the commotion, they all looked fearful and did not dare to step forward.

This group of people came to look for the old man with the broken leg.

How strange.

No one cared about him when he was alive, but after his death, people came to look for him one after another. The horse pulling the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain, and then a young man dressed in black, with a pale face and female-like features walked out. He seemed to be in poor health and often coughed. He was supported by someone and came to the place where the old man was buried. He seemed to have identified the location, and then lowered his eyes and said lightly:

"I dug it."

"yes!"

The old village chief was stunned, pushed the people aside, walked forward, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing?!"

"Digging a grave?!"

"Who are you?! Is there still law and justice?!"

"roll!"

"If you don't get out of here, I'll..."

The young man waved his hand casually, and a rider pulled out his whip and swept it hard. The tip of the whip made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, which made people's scalps numb. Then it hit the ground in front of the old headman hard, and a crack was created with a lift of his hand. The force of the energy knocked the old man to the ground, and his back hit the ground hard.

The old head of the village felt his brain go blank for a moment, and then a feeling of aches and pains filled his whole body, as if all his bones were broken.

I couldn't move my body at all. My bones were cracked and every time I moved it felt like they were piercing my flesh.

The young man said calmly: "How dare a commoner claim to be the king?"

"Open the coffin."

The people in the village gathered around the old headman, but they dared not say anything about what the young man was going to do.

These riders, as fierce as tigers and wolves, worked together and soon dug up the grave of the old man with a broken leg. After they opened the coffin, the young man in gorgeous clothes with a pale face who did not look like a man took a few steps forward and leaned over to look at the old man. The young man lowered his eyes slightly and sighed, "He is really dead."

"I've lived seven more years, so I shouldn't have any regrets, right?"

He picked up the badge of loyalty and bravery again.

Looking through the contents of the suicide note he left behind, it was just a simple instruction and did not reveal anything.

He also had spies in the city who knew how the old man had lived in the village over the past seven years.

Mingming was a very good-natured man with many friends when he was in the army, and he almost never lost his temper. But later, when he came to this village, it seemed that because of his broken leg, his temper became bad and he would curse at people at every turn. No one in this village got along well with him.

No one likes him.

The suicide note also looked like this, and it turned out that what happened back then was never told.

The young man turned the ring with a calm mind.

"I pretended to be irritable on purpose and didn't want to get along with the people in this village."

"Is it to protect this village after your death?"

"After all, if someone is on good terms with you, then we won't have to worry about what you say."

"At that time, Jun Enhao was a traitor. No matter how unwilling we were, we had no choice but to silence him."

He sighed and said:

"Those who survived the battle of life and death are not just brainless stinking soldiers."

To be honest, among the 600,000 Black Armor Army, one army rebelled, which eventually led to the death and injury ratio of 70% of the Black Armor Army guarding that part of the city. They were sent to the Jinzhou battlefield on the charge of disobeying military orders.

If it weren't for the commander of the Black Armor Army who risked his life to protect his soldiers, these remnants would not have survived until now. The saint had just ascended the throne at that time and was determined to maintain stability. That commander had fought with the Demon Kingdom for half his life and could be said to be the pillar of the country. In addition, although [that thing] was accomplished that year, it had already caused dissatisfaction among many families headed by the Five Surnames and Seven Clans.

They had no choice but to accept their control and not kill these remaining soldiers, but let them return to their fields.

Now that I see this man dead, I feel a little relieved.

"It saves us the trouble."

"No need to 'send' you."

The young man looked around and asked, "Doesn't he still have a sword?"

"I guess I just bought some wine and drank it."

"I see."

“It’s really dead.”

The young man whispered, his voice slightly high-pitched and feminine, different from that of a man, and then he coughed a few times and covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief.

He waved his hand casually and said calmly: "[Die for the country and be loyal to the king]."

"Being buried on a mountain is too thin."

"Choose another place."

"He was buried with honor."

The others all bowed in agreement.

He walked past the old headman, nodded, and said calmly: "He was an old friend back then, and he was also a lieutenant in the army. We have to go and see him anyway."

He reached into his arms, took it out, and hung it in the air.

Open your hands.

Several silver melon seeds fell from the sky, scattered in groups of three or five, and landed in the dust in front of the old man.

Understatedly wrote:

"We have offended you just now."

"These silver coins are a reward for you."

"Take it."