In the storage room, under the old tree, the white-haired Taoist had a gentle expression, but the old green ox was already ecstatic.

He was trying to hold back his laughter and it seemed like he was no longer able to control it.

The corners of the mouth are raised.

Can't suppress it!

It can't be suppressed at all!

If he had not been worried about disturbing others, he would have started laughing wildly with joy. At this moment, his aura was powerful and he couldn't help leaking out. This was completely different from the time when he first met Qi Wuhuo, when he had restrained all his aura and didn't let it leak out at all.

However, the aftermath of the slight leakage is already huge and unparalleled.

The emperor realm!

Hahahaha, the emperor realm!

Old Qingniu laughed out loud.

Although he had only managed to become an ordinary emperor by relying on the power of the Taoist's ritual to go west through Hangu Pass, Old Green Ox was already satisfied. This was an emperor after all, and this was what it meant to be a person who had practiced to the extreme.

As for the great level, it is a path to achievement that requires rituals that are unprecedented and will never be surpassed.

It can only be done by a person with extraordinary talent.

Only those who are favored by heaven can obtain it.

Unless one has an extremely firm faith in the Tao, it cannot be done.

In the six realms, there are only a few great-grade gods in the countless years. Any one of them is a god who once resounded throughout the world. They are extraordinary, extraordinary. The great-grade gods at present -

Apart from the first disciple of the Three Pure Ones, there are only the Great Lord of Justice and the Lord of Thunder, the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Leisheng Puhua Tianzun.

The Lord of Fire, the Great Emperor Dongyang of Fire.

As well as the underworld and the Lord of Mount Tai.

The original Demon King was also a great demon who rose to the top step by step from impure blood, but he died at the hands of Queen Hou Tu. As for the strongest Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi among the innate, he was killed by the Lord of Mount Tai and was therefore removed from the list.

Apart from this, the Emperor Zhuling of the Fire Department, the new Emperor of the Plague Department, the Taishang Laojun of this generation and many other famous people, the Sixteen-Pulse Buddhas of the annihilated Buddhist Kingdom, and the saints of the demon clan who inherited the remaining power of the ancient heaven, are just ordinary emperors. After all, in the ancient times, the water god Gonggong and the fire god Zhurong were just great-rank officials.

Although time passes, today is different from the past.

The road ahead was constantly opened up by the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods.

However, the gold content of the great products has not diminished in the slightest.

Yes, the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods are stronger than they were in the past.

But this does not mean that the Great Emperor has become weaker. To become a Great Emperor is still extremely difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Old Qingniu never planned to become a great person from the beginning to the end. If there are thousands of roads ahead, even if he can't find the way forward, he must never doubt that he has taken the wrong path. No matter how many dead ends and difficult roads there are, even if there are only dead ends, there is no way to retreat. This is the way of a great person.

His determination, foundation, heart, and even opportunity must be top-notch!

The old green cow knows its own business.

With my current state, there is no way I can pursue the foundation and spiritual heart for great achievements. After all, this is no joke. It's not that you can achieve great achievements just by wanting to. There are many hardships and dangers involved. Old Green Ox feels that he doesn't have the fate to do so, so he decided to give up.

Be content with a small fortune, be content with a small fortune!

What's more, he can follow the Second Master's help and break through to the Heavenly Realm.

My Lord, is this what you expected?!

I shouldn't have doubted you!

Old Qingniu was in a good mood.

The Taoist Qi Wuhuo, who was still gray-haired, asked Empress Wa to abandon her clone for a short time and return to the realm of Taiyi with her original spirit. He said gently, "I need to trouble you to stay here for a while."

The true body of Queen Nuwa is now in the heaven, in the sea of ​​blood outside the thirty-three heavens.

He is looked after by Yuchen Da Daojun, the incarnation of Shangqing Lingbao Da Tianzun during his most dangerous period.

Qi Wuhuo needs to go there before he can try to unify the soul and body of Queen Wa, and truly break the annihilation of Taiyi and let Queen Wa return completely. Of course, before that, he also needs to break the blockade of Taiyi Realm in advance and thoroughly suppress and conquer Taiyi's power.

After Queen Nuwa agreed, she turned into a stream of light and returned to that world.

At this time, although the surrounding environment remained the same, because she had seen hope, Queen Wa did not feel that the Taiyi Realm was dark and full of despair as before. Instead, she had a feeling of waiting for the final dawn.

Emperor Xi asked Qi Wuhuo to come over. The man in green clothes folded his arms and looked indifferent. He leaned against the big tree under the door of the storage room. After asking Qi Wuhuo about his purpose and plan, he fell silent and said, "Okay."

“But the timing will have to wait.”

opportunity?

Qi Wuhuo looked at the man in green in front of him, who casually stretched out his hand and picked up a fallen leaf.

"Did you know that there was a betrayer in the Awa incident?"

This one sentence is enough.

This sentence has already made Fuxi wary of everything except himself. He looked at Qi Wuhuo and said calmly: "Besides, Nanji Changsheng now has ill intentions towards the human world. It takes time for all things to grow. I won't gamble."

"I will find a way to create a period of absolute safety."

"You are asked to bring A Wa back."

"[Absolutely safe]?"

Qi Wuhuo looked at Fuxi.

Such absolute words came from the mouth of Fuxi and also involved Queen Nuwa.

With these three characteristics combined, even a piece of stone would have to consider whether it can smash through the three realms. Qi Wuhuo couldn't help but feel a heavy feeling, and a sense of danger instinctively emerged in his heart.

What do you want to do?

Fuxi did not answer this question directly. He just smiled and patted Qi Wuhuo's shoulder. His eyes were golden and cold, and he seemed to always have a calm and playful look. He said lightly, "Time?"

“If you keep waiting for the right time, you will miss it.”

"You'll know when the time comes."

The scholar in blue robes said this lazily, then went to bask in the sun.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the world in front of him with a calm expression.

He finally participated in Li Weifeng's funeral. His funeral was simple yet grand. It was simple in that there was no treatment of the emperor level, and it was grand because people from all over the world spontaneously sent him to the funeral. Such popularity and grandeur had never been seen since ancient times.

Qi Wuhuo watched Li Weifeng's funeral in the crowd.

But he also saw Li Qiongyu with a veil on her face. They met for the first time in a dream, and now they met again in the place where Li Weifeng was buried. Li Weifeng was buried on a mountain, where he could always look at the world he once loved.

Li Qiongyu's eyes were gentle. She was standing on the mountain looking at the imperial mausoleum and the human world. She was still as graceful as jade, with her black hair hanging down, and a few strands of silver in it. People of this era had long forgotten the once most beautiful woman in the world, and Li Qiongyu was independent of this world.

When her younger brother was born young, she watched him come into the world and learn to speak.

And for nearly a hundred years, she had watched him being buried and passing away with her own eyes.

The wind blew across her cheeks and white hair, and Li Qiongyu said, "No doubt."

The Taoist stood beside the mountain.

Li Qiongyu didn't look at him, but just said: "Can you achieve immortality by practicing Taoism?"

This is the question that Master Wuhuo asked the mountain god Qiongyu three times in the Yellow Millet Dream.

And now Qi Wuhuo gave the answer.

"Can."

Li Qiongyu lowered her eyes in silence. When she turned around, she saw the white-haired Taoist turning around and leaving.

When he said goodbye to the mountain, his old friends, and the world, Xiao Longnu looked at him and asked sadly, "Are you leaving now?"

The Taoist nodded.

Xiao Longnu put her hands behind her back, tapped the ground lightly with her toes, and said, "But, didn't you promise to take care of me?" She had been to the East China Sea before, so she naturally knew the identity of the old Taoist in front of her from Canglong. At first, she resented him for what he did to the Dragon King of Jinghe River, but later she gradually understood.

Now that I know we are going to part, I feel melancholy instead.

The old Taoist smiled gently, ruffled her hair, and said, "Haven't I been taking care of you for more than sixty years?"

Xiao Long Nu blurted out: "When will you take care of ..."

Her voice paused, and she suddenly remembered that she had been staying near this storage room for the past sixty years.

Watching the Taoist breathing and listening to the teacher teaching, he seemed to be free and at ease, walking among the people and doing whatever he wanted.

She recalled that she once stole something for fun, and then threw away her purse, only to see a Taoist apologizing in the corner. As each thing passed through her mind, she seemed to understand that practicing Taoism did not necessarily confine her to a room.

The universe is so vast, isn’t it also a place for spiritual practice?

The old Taoist took off his purse and placed it in the Dragon Girl's hand.

His footsteps were peaceful as he walked through the world, and the spring rain fell with a dripping sound.

That day he recited a 5,000-word scripture of the Tao, which spread widely among the people. Only Mingxin and Yin got the final charm and recorded it in words. Mingxin's realm was already that of an immortal, but he did not plan to ascend to heaven. He wanted to pass on his Taoism to future generations.

When we were young, we were close friends, but later we drifted apart.

He was living freely in the world of martial arts, while his good friend was leaning against the Zhaixing Tower alone, watching the Taoist go away.

This path is called the Louguan Dao.

And after that day, [Yin] seemed to remember something.

I often sat there all night long, looking at the southern sky, in silence.

The mighty King Li Zhai rode his horse across the border and galloped at the frontier.

The old Taoist priest walked through mountains and rivers. In the summer, flowers were in full bloom and the sun was scorching.

The reincarnation of Medicine Buddha finally passed away. Even though the old Golden Cicada had given up his cultivation, he was still much more powerful than him and had not yet died. He walked step by step in the world, not knowing what he was doing and why he did not find a mountain to sit quietly and pass away.

Until he looked up and suddenly saw the tomb that he had dug with his ten fingers, he suddenly understood something, smiled slightly, and staggered over with a wooden stick to support his body. Then he threw the stick away, sat on the ground, and looked at the tomb. After so many years, the surrounding area had already become lush and green, and flowers had grown on the tomb.

The old Jin Chan was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily with some fatigue.

He suddenly heard a young man's voice, "You are here?!"

Jin Chan reluctantly raised his head and saw the owner of the voice in front of him. Someone raised his hand and pushed aside the trees and lush branches. It was a young Taoist priest. Judging from his appearance, he was extraordinary. He wore a purple gold crown and a worry-free crane cloak. He wore shoes and a silk ribbon around his waist. He looked like a boy and had a face like a beauty.

The old monk recognized that this was the young Taoist priest from the treasury keeper's house.

Every time he went, he would chat with the young Taoist priest for a while, and occasionally bring some gifts. The two of them were old friends, so he immediately smiled and said, "I never thought that I, an old monk, would be able to meet an old friend like you in the end."

"Why, are you still hiding the fruit?"

The young Taoist priest, who looked fifteen or sixteen, but had actually practiced for more than sixty years, said calmly:

“…My fruit can no longer be found.”

There is a hint of sadness and remoteness in this sentence.

One of his old friends traveled all over the mountains and rivers, inheriting the Taoist tradition; the other died for the sake of promoting human life, leaving only him. The old monk was speechless, looking at the appearance of the young Taoist, deliberately jokingly said: "What a pity, what a pity, I thought the fruits you hid were of good quality back then, but I never had the chance to eat one."

"Now it seems there is no chance."

The young Taoist said, "...never mind. Wait for your turn and come find me next time."

He smiled slightly, looking dignified and extremely handsome:

"I will give you fruit to eat."

"Eat something you've never seen before. Just don't be scared."

The old monk laughed.

Immediately he started to cough violently, his laughter gradually stopped, his eyes lowered gently, and his energy gradually weakened:

"Then it's a deal."

"Um."

"But why didn't you go to heaven with that person?"

The young Taoist replied: "I will meet him someday, but before that, I want to see more, see more of the mountains and rivers of this world, see more of the breeze and the bright moon."

"If I leave, Mingxin will be left alone. How miserable will that be?"

The young Taoist who looked elegant and aloof stood up without saying anything more to the monk.

The cycle of reincarnation never ends, we will meet again.

"Old monk, remember this."

"One day when you are reincarnated, if you travel through thousands of mountains and rivers and come across a fairy mountain with lush trees and a Taoist temple on it, hidden from the mortal world, and there is a couplet in it, which reads "The Immortal Palace of Immortality and the Taoist Family with the Same Longevity as the Heaven", then that would be me."

The young Taoist's voice gradually faded away, and the old monk's vision gradually blurred. He looked at the tomb in front of him and saw the flowers blooming. A butterfly flapped its wings and flew over, landing in front of him, dancing gracefully. The golden cicada in front of the Buddha's eyes widened.

"Is that you?"

He stretched out his hand and the butterfly landed gently on his fingers.

“It’s you.”

The old monk's expression softened. He knew why he came here and said softly, "I'm sorry. It would have been better if I could have saved you then. I'm sorry, I looked down on you, but you saved me instead."

"If there is an afterlife, we can meet again..."

He murmured, then gently placed the butterfly on the petals and folded his hands in the Buddhist fearlessness seal.

Soft and gentle voice.

"If there is an afterlife, I wish to practice cultivation, repay this love, spread great love, and return it to all living beings."

When the monk passed away, he turned into a white light that shot up into the sky, with twenty-four clear streams of light spreading to the left and right, which lasted for a long time before fading away.

The young Taoist stopped and turned around. He saw a tomb in the woods covered with flowers. An old monk in grey clothes, who looked as if he had experienced all the sufferings in his life, was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if picking a flower. A blue butterfly landed on his shoulder.

The young Taoist turned around and left, walking into the world of gentle breeze and bright moon, and the red dust of the human world.

The world is vast, and the lives of individual people are intertwined, weaving into this magnificent trend. This era is destined to be remembered for a long time and is the origin of the legend. The white-haired old Taoist has walked through the bleak autumn and the snowy winter.

His legend in the world ended in a way that was rich in heritage and magnificent, but people suddenly discovered that from beginning to end, they only knew that the master existed but did not know what name to call him.

Apart from this final battle, he had never even revealed his extraordinary strength in front of others.

The strength of people in the world is increasing step by step.

But his realm just kept getting lower and lower.

This is what is called hiding the saint and showing the ordinary.

Finally, the white-haired old man stopped and looked up. The mountain in front of him was majestic and tall, rising into the sky. It was Mount Tai. It seemed as if something had guided him here, as if he was drawn here by some mysterious destiny, as if this was the destined reunion in this life.

He smiled warmly.

Take a step forward and climb Mount Tai.

boom!!!!

The aura that was originally still peaceful to the outside suddenly became excited, and qi appeared in the body.

The Taoist's back straightened and the wrinkles on his hands began to slowly disappear.

Black hair grows again among the white hair.

Who is there above the sky? The South Pole Changsheng, the North Pole Ziwei, the remaining realm of Taiyi, the interception of the Justice Tianzun, the agreement with the Jade Emperor, the extremely complex situation above the sky, the appointment of the three teachers, and perhaps the laughing Yuchen Daojun under the sea of ​​blood.

Jade Emperor, Haotian, Taiyi, Three Pure Ones, Four Imperial Gods, and all the gods!

The power of the world and the six realms is still as majestic as the sea, and the old Taoist moves forward step by step.

Walk slowly and hold your sword!

On the top of Mount Tai, the gods of the earth stood aside, looking palely at the young man who was standing with his hands behind his back at the highest point. The latter was dressed in white, with a handsome face like jade and a stern look. His majestic aura and existence made the God of Mount Tai among the gods of the earth feel fear.

Who is this? !

Who is he waiting for? This calm but majestic atmosphere has suppressed them to the point of suffocation. Time seems to have become endlessly long and stretched out. The world is deep and deep. In this extremely depressing atmosphere, there are calm footsteps coming here.

The gods turned around.

Seeing the old Taoist walking towards him, his wrinkles gradually disappeared, his white hair turned pure black, his eyes were clear and peaceful, and the complicated Taoist robe gave people a sense of tranquility and naturalness. The black hair at his temples was slightly raised, and he looked clear, gentle, and graceful like jade.

The young man in white turned around and said with a smile:

“You’re finally here.”

The Taoist priest held up his sword and sat down in front of the young man in white, saying:

"Long wait."

A man in white clothes and a robe, a man with a wooden hairpin tying his hair, and a man with an elegant jade crown. Mount Tai is already the highest. They are in the highest place of Mount Tai. When the God of Mount Tai saw Qi Wuhuo coming, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He bowed and asked the Lord who this guest was. Qi Wuhuo looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who smiled and said:

"It seems that this is your confidant, Wuhuo, are you asking me? I am Zhang Xiaoyu."

"According to your custom, perhaps you should call me——"

"The Jade Emperor."

He smiled.

Then the faces of the mountain gods and gods of Mount Tai froze.

On this day, the golden cicada in front of the Buddha was reincarnated. The young Taoist traveled around the world and saw the world ruled by his good friend and the clear wind and bright moon that his good friend could not obtain. Zhenren [Xi] began to relay the words of the Tao, and [Yin], who had recovered his memory, raised his head and looked at the southern sky.

On this day, Taoist Master Li Qiongyu from Dingyan Peak opened up a Taoist lineage.

On this day, there is nothing else to do in the world of mortals.

Just peace.

The Jade Emperor and Zhenwu met at the highest point of Mount Tai.

As promised, he personally led Xuanwei into the heavenly palace.

…

The highest peak of Mount Tai.

It is called Jade Emperor Peak.

———Continued Daoist Canon: History of Dai

(End of this volume)