The cultivation of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism all puts breath first, and turns the breath into one's own life pill, and then turns it into a solid form, filling the whole body, to achieve a state of rebirth and immortality. People who practice Taoism regard the principles of Tai Chi Yin and Yang as the supreme secret method. Because people are in the three realms and six paths, they are closely related to the principles of heaven and earth, and no one can exist independently without this mysterious principle.
Each person is a small Tai Chi universe, and stealing the spiritual energy of the great Dao of Heaven for my own use is a mysterious and untold secret. Only by using it for my own use can I control my breath and thus achieve my supreme reward.
Elder Jingtian, as a Taoist who has achieved extraordinary cultivation and has become a demon and devil, has his own unique insights and understandings on the principles of heaven and earth. Wu Yugang and Yang Chenguang are still young, and they are not as insidious as those cunning Taoists in many things in the sect. Originally, if Wu Yugang and Yang Chenguang came here, they could break the Taoist's formation in secret and then fight him, which would save a lot of trouble.
However, Wu Yugang and Yang Chenguang did not break the formation. They were controlled by Jingtian's formation. If they had not cultivated themselves day by day and had a strong concentration, they would have been cut off by Elder Jingtian. When Elder Jingtian was distracted, Wu Yugang's fierce Tiangang Qi suddenly rose up and expanded in the imprisoned formless, breaking the formation abruptly, which surprised Elder Jingtian even more.
The trapped beast still fights. Elder Jingtian saw that he was surrounded by people from top to bottom, left to right. The evil ghost's sword was flying, Wu Yugang's sword was crisscrossing, and Yang Chenguang's dark clouds were slowly coming. The three of them surrounded him tightly from top, middle and bottom. He couldn't help but feel angry.
Yang Chenguang saw someone helping him fight, and he couldn't help but feel more eager to fight, and he was even more courageous than before. The short stick carried the aura of fireworks and ghosts in the ghost house, and it didn't leave Elder Jingtian's lower three roads. He wished he could break the lower half of Jingtian with one stick, making him unable to take care of himself for the rest of his life, so that he could relieve the hatred in his heart.
Wu Yugang took the lead, and the three hundred and sixty sword shadows of the Daluo Zhoutian Divine Sword swirled around him. As the finger gestures were issued, the Zhoutian Divine Sword broke through the air and attacked the chest and abdomen of Elder Jingtian like a storm. He wished that he could cut off the confidant of Jingtian with a sword to see what kind of heart this insidious and cunning Taoist had and why he was so vicious.
The swordsmanship of the evil ghost Chibi was also extraordinary. Although his swordsmanship was complicated, it was not far from chopping, piercing, slashing, wiping, lifting, stirring and sweeping. However, this evil ghost Chibi seemed to be a little different. His swordsmanship was mainly based on piercing, and the other skills were just a foil. The flying sword energy was always on Jingtian's head and throat. He wished that he could pierce Jingtian's head with a sword to see what was in this evil head and why he deceived and harmed sentient beings like this.
The opponent's weapon had already hit him in the blink of an eye. Elder Jingtian shouted loudly: "Kids, I will fight with you for a few moves, otherwise you will not know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is." Following Elder Jingtian's shout, the long stick formed by the demon-gathering banner had the power to sweep away thousands of troops and turn the tide. It was swift and arrogant. The long stick was swung away, like a violent storm, protecting itself from wind and rain, and water could not penetrate.
Elder Jingtian's anger was not like that of a hero, but also like that of a general who is not afraid of danger. In an instant, it was as if a black whirlwind blew up in the temple. Wherever it went, black clouds rolled, sand and rocks flew, and Wall-force flew away. It was as if the evil spirit had descended from the sky, or as if Zhu Bajie had walked into Gao Laozhuang. Everyone closed their doors and windows, turned off the lights, and concentrated. The scene made everyone feel cold and fearful.
Elder Qingyun had already fled from the guest room to the Sanqing Hall, closed the door tightly, and prostrated himself in front of the Sanqing statue, praying for the misfortune to go away, praying for the well-being of the temple, praying for the Sanqing to forgive his sins, and resolve the misfortune from this unknown source, so that the temple can return to peace.
At first, the battle between the three had little impact, but the demon Jingtian's anger caused the temple to suddenly become dark. The flying debris, sand and rocks, and the whistling wind were even more frightening and heart-wrenching. The temple was blown by the hurricane and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
The door of the main hall was suddenly blown open by the huge wind, and the hanging canvas in the hall was blown all over the place. The incense burner and sticks on the incense table were blown all over the floor. Qingyun was so scared that he fled to the side of the Sanqing statue and hugged the thigh of the huge statue tightly. It seemed that he wanted to use this last-minute effort to solve the disaster facing the temple. Little did he know that the blisters on his feet were caused by himself, and the sins were also caused by himself. Those excuses that it takes two to tango are just excuses. It is also useless.
The sins of heaven can be committed, but people cannot live. These natural and man-made disasters are not arranged by the gods, but by one's own vain jealousy. If one is not full of jealousy towards time, then the quiet thoughts will not be disturbed by the wine, sex, money and anger. Although money is a good thing, it can also destroy the pious and quiet Taoism of the Taoists. Let the Taoism fall into the devil's way and bring unpredictable disasters.
Elder Qingyun lay down beside the statue of the Three Pure Ones, hugging the thigh of Taishang Laojun. It was as if he was praying for the gods of the Three Pure Ones to come here and understand the disaster of the temple. Orange Juice had bad intentions, so it caused trouble for Jingtian. After all, if the roots of the tree do not move, it is useless for the treetops to shake. If Qingyun had not taken Jingtian in at the beginning, or if he had taken him in but was not tempted by the desire to make money, he would not have been in such a restless situation.
Through the open windows and doors, Qingyun looked at the dark clouds and sharp winds in the courtyard, feeling anxious, wondering when this war would end. And after the gods from nowhere punished the evil Jingtian, how would they punish themselves
After all, Qingyun is the host of this temple. How can he feel at ease when such a thing happens? His pure heart was confused by money, and now he is punished by the gods. In his heart, he wants Jingtian to drive the gods away from here, and he also wants the gods to defeat Jingtian. If Jingtian loses, the gods will punish him. But if Jingtian wins, how can the gods let it go
This Taoist didn't know what to do, and wanted to find a solution that would satisfy both sides. However, most wars depend on the fighters. If he could fight, he could turn the tide, and perhaps he could turn this chaotic situation around. He only regretted that his cultivation was shallow and he had not been able to cultivate the supreme fruit path.
Qingyun looked up at the temple covered with dark clouds. The temple swept by the wind and dark clouds was like yellow leaves in autumn, shivering in the battle of the gods, standing there bitterly and alone, enduring the crazy torture that would never end. It made people feel despair. (To be continued)