Chapter 132 Mahayana preaching, if there is fate in the next life
When he came under the Fusang tree, Han Jue noticed that Murong Qi had returned. He was meditating under the tree, thinking hard.
The Black Prison Chicken was napping on the tree, Yang Tiandong was practicing, and Xun Changan was sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking, his back looked sad.
Han Jue looked up and saw that there were still three suns in the sky.
The two little golden crows couldn't come in, but they refused to leave. They were so persistent.
When Murong Qi saw Han Jue coming, he quickly stood up and saluted.
Han Jue nodded slightly.
Murong Qi came up and asked nervously, "Master, can I ask you for advice?"
"What do you want to ask?"
"Among all the ways in the world, which one is the strongest? The way of the sword?"
"There is no strongest path, only the strongest practitioner."
"Master, I feel like I am not suitable for swordsmanship."
Murong Qi looked worried. He had been going out on missions frequently recently, and he found that his combat ability was not as good as the rumored geniuses who could fight across levels. He even felt that he was a bit mediocre.
Han Jue asked calmly, "Then what path do you think suits you?"
"I don't know."
"Then go and learn. There are various spells in the Yuqing Holy Sect. When you find the one that suits you, come to me and I will teach you personally."
"Thank you, Master!"
Murong Qi was pleasantly surprised, and he quickly bowed and left.
Han Jue looked towards the hibiscus tree. The tree was already very tall, and the Earth Immortal Gourd vine on the tree was also growing well, but he didn't know when it would bloom and bear fruit.
After watching for a while, Han Jue returned to Xiantian Cave and began to practice the ninth level of the Six Paths of Reincarnation! ...
One year later.
In that huge and spacious prison hall, tens of thousands of righteous monks were still practicing and cultivating.
The hall was filled with a demonic aura that constantly devoured the spiritual power of the righteous monks. The monks could only practice and resist stubbornly, suffering terribly.
Fairies Xing Hongxuan and Xixuan are also practicing.
Most of the time, the monks did not communicate with each other, as if they were in seclusion.
Boom boom
The door of the hall suddenly opened, and a burly figure appeared. It was the Greedy Arhat.
Greedy Demon Arhat glanced at the cultivators in the hall and slowly said, "You still have half a year. If you are willing to join the Demonic Path, you can report to the Demonic Cultivators outside the hall at any time. After half a year, the Demon Welcoming Ceremony will begin. Anyone who is unwilling to surrender will become a sacrifice to the real demon!"
After saying this, Greedy Arhat turned around.
"Wait! I want to become a demon cultivator!"
A middle-aged man shouted loudly and stood up tremblingly.
The monks around him cast angry glances at him.
One of them drew his sword and wanted to kill the middle-aged man.
A demonic energy appeared out of nowhere, blocked his sword and sent it flying, then wrapped around the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man showed a look of surprise.
Seeing this, the other monks could no longer hold back.
"I also want to join the magic path!"
"Me too!"
"Please protect us, senior!"
"I don't want to die, sorry, guys!"
"My fellow Taoists, we have tried our best, but it really doesn't work!"
More and more monks stood up.
The disciples of Yuqing Holy Sect also had flickering eyes and were restless.
Jiu Ding Zhenren said in a deep voice: "The disciples of my Yuqing Holy Sect can only die with dignity and must not succumb to the devil!"
Hearing this, the disciples of Yuqing Holy Sect looked at each other, and no one stood up.
Xing Hongxuan called into the storage ring, but Han Jue did not answer, so she could only sigh.
Under the current situation, there is no way Han can help them.
Even if Han Jue came in person, it would be impossible for him to cross the mountains and seas and come here in a short time.
You have to know that it took them decades to get here.
…
Five months later.
Murong Qi visited Han Jue and said that he had found the path that suits him.
Han Jue walked out of the Xiantian Cave and took him to sit under the Fusang tree.
Wudao Sword also came to join in the fun.
The black chicken on the tree opened its eyes and looked at them curiously.
"Grandmaster, I think the weapon that suits me is a spear, or a long weapon. However, few cultivators use long weapons. Long weapons are more suitable for battles in the mortal world." Murong Qi said distressedly.
Han Jue was not surprised, he was worthy of being the God of War of the Shrine.
Gods of war do mostly use long weapons, whether in mythology or in the mortal world.
Han Jue waved his hand, cut off a branch of the Fusang tree, used his spiritual power to carve it into a wooden spear, handed it to Murong Qi, and said: "From now on, it will be your spear."
After Murong Qi caught it, he was stunned for a moment. He was not disgusted, but rather very surprised.
The Fusang tree was Han Jue's most precious treasure. It even attracted two suns. This tree must be a sacred tree. Han Jue actually cut off a branch and gave it to him...
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"Master, this..." Murong Qi hesitated.
Xun Changan also quickly said: "Master, this is not allowed!"
Han Jue glared at him and said, "Can you help me connect the branches now?"
Xun Chang'an was embarrassed and could only give up.
"Today, I will preach to you the truth of heaven and earth. I want to see if you can comprehend your own magical powers or Taoism."
Han Jue continued speaking, and Yang Tiandong hurriedly sat over when he heard it.
Mahayana preaching, such treatment, even the geniuses of the Heavenly Immortal Palace may not have it!
Han Jue began to preach. His voice was profound and unfathomable, causing Murong Qi and others to quickly enter a state of comprehension and deep thought.
They didn't hear clearly what Han Jue said, but Han Jue's voice had such a power that it could help them quickly enter a state of concentration and even improve their understanding! ...
Boom! The main hall door opened, and a demon cultivator quickly rushed in. The voice of Greedy Demon Arhat was heard, saying, "Escort them to the demon altar, but anyone who dares to resist will be killed directly!"
The righteous monks suddenly became panicked.
Huang Jihao stood up first and snorted coldly: "I want to see if you can have the last laugh!"
He stepped out first, not allowing other demon cultivators to touch him.
The others stood up as well, including True Man Jiuding, Xing Hongxuan, and Fairy Xixuan.
Master Jiuding laughed as he walked.
"All the disciples of my Yuqing Holy Sect are great!"
His words instantly dispelled the fear of the disciples of Yuqing Holy Sect.
Blood welled up in everyone's chest.
Why fear death?
Xing Hongxuan noticed that many of the demon cultivators around were righteous cultivators who had surrendered previously, and she couldn't help but show contempt for them.
She sighed softly, "Husband, let's be husband and wife in the next life."
"Your husband is Elder Han?" asked Fairy Xixuan.
Xing Hongxuan also lived in the Immortal Mountain, but the two women did not interact much.
Xing Hongxuan responded: "Yes."
"Then there may be no hope in the next life. When you reincarnate, he may have become an immortal."
“…”
Xing Hongxuan was depressed.
Fairy Xixuan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiling very secretly.
Guan Yougang came over and said, "Junior sister, before I die, I have something I want to say that I have been holding back for a long time..."
"I don't want to hear it."
"I……"
"Brother, if we are destined to be together in the next life, I will be your sister. I will protect you and repay you for taking care of me in this life."
“…”
Nearly twenty thousand righteous monks walked out of the hall in a mighty procession.
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