Chapter 220 People's hearts change

There is a palace and a temple at the foot of Chaoge Mountain.

The palace is Mingqing Palace, and the temple is Baishui Temple.

Let’s not mention the Baishui Temple for now, let’s talk about the Mingqing Palace, which should be another great Taoist statuary of the Tao, and the Tao it practices is famous all over the world, saying: Corpse-explanation Tao.

This corpse dissection was not the corpse dissection that Mo Chuan committed suicide out of his ghost.

But the Three Purity Avenue.

Also known as: Fu Dao.

To be precise, corpse dissection is one of the hidden Taos.

"The Taoist Taoist Shu" says: There are three explanations for the subdivine Tao, namely the martial arts, the literary arts, and the corpse arts.

Each solution is three revolutions and nine revolutions are synthesized.

Wu Jie, Wen Jie will not mention it for now, let’s talk about this corpse exercise, which has been carried forward by the Ming Qing Palace.

"You old boy, Qingyuan just came back, so he gave him a breath."

Qingyuan became more and more surprised: "Is there such a fate?"

The remaining souls laughed and chattered non-stop when they heard this.

Before we knew it, it was already dark.

Some of them secretly changed chess pieces, looking very lively.

"Qingyuan went down the mountain to refine his mind for two years, and there were countless things he encountered. Many things are still puzzled. Now I just want to ask you all the uncles and uncles. I hope you don't think your disciples are ignorant."

The story has an end to Ren Qingyuan’s detailed description.

"Oh, say it quickly."

Qingyuan's face was happy: "With this words from the master, I will feel relieved."

The master of the Sword Staff Pavilion had just finished his official duties, and the remaining souls and souls over there couldn't wait to chatter.

"Disciple understand!" Qingyuan bowed.

For this reason, the Master of the Sword Staff Pavilion was very cautious and advised his disciples to delay the cultivation of the immortal body.

Not long after, a sound of footsteps came and a young Taoist approached.

Not?

If you open your eyes, you can see the lively next to the Lord of the Sword Staff Pavilion.

"It's extreme, it's extreme!"

Only when you encounter controversial things will you quarrel red and look very lively.

That is, take a piece of Yang bamboo, refine it with essence and blood, blend the soul and soul, and finally abandon the shackles of the body, and send it to Yang bamboo, and use a staff to replace the body to seek great freedom.

"Zhao Wensong was young and weak and sickly. His mother loved her son very much and often went to the palace to burn incense. I have encountered him several times. After a while, I became more familiar with him. Seeing that the reputation was useless, she asked me to give him a correct name to suppress evil spirits..."

Qingyuan smiled slightly when he heard this, then took off the blue light sword, sat cross-legged on the bamboo path bluestone, pondered for a moment, and then told the story.

"Hahaha, once this statement is made, I'm afraid that it will scare those foolish people to death?"

The uncles and uncles nodded one after another.

The so-called immortal body is actually Yang bamboo.

One is a lot of white bones, and the bone bone immortal.

"It's extreme, it's extreme!"

Unexpectedly, the Master of the Sword Staff, who had never spoken, suddenly asked, "Is that filial son called Zhao Wensong?"

Dozens of ghost immortals, no, it should be said that the soul transformed by a little essence sat in a circle and was bustling.

"I deserve to be scared to death!"

Of course, this method has great risks.

These corpse-removal losers were trapped in Yangzhu for many years. Although they had colleagues as their companions, they were still lonely. Seeing Qingyuan coming back, they were naturally extremely enthusiastic.

For a moment, the bamboo forest became more and more quiet, leaving only the sound of Qingyuan telling.

"The little Taoist priest Qingyuan has experienced a lot of experience in two years of cultivation. Why not talk to us and do it as a relief."

"Well, come here and let me take a good look." The master of Jianshang Pavilion waved.

"It's a coincidence that my disciple was eager to return to the palace and copied the path. He happened to meet a group of filial sons and virtuous grandsons who prayed for prolonging their lives. When the disciple heard the villagers' discussion, the filial son often insulted his sick mother, so he showed his filial piety through the prayer for prolonging his life. Seeing this, the disciple simply pretended to be a god and asked, "Are you considering it clearly?"

Qingyuan looked surprised: "Master knows him?"

The second is Duoyang bamboo, and the bamboo sea is surging.

"Oh, they are all practitioners, why should you be polite?"

The owner of the Sword Staff stroked his white beard and shook his head and said, "The word Wensong is given by me."

Qingyuan approached, stretched out his right hand, and let his master take his pulse.

In Mingqing Palace, there are three levels of corpse dying.

The young Taoist approached and bowed: "Disciple Qingyuan, pay homage to Master! I have met all the masters and uncles!"

"Oh, you guy is like your master, you are always polite, speak quickly."

Qingyuan bowed and smiled.

Finally, Qingyuan suddenly said with interest:

"Speaking of this, when I returned to the palace, my disciple encountered an interesting thing in Qingjiang County at the foot of the mountain."

At the least, the body is withered, the soul is trapped in the Yangzhu, and there is no hope for the ultimate Taoist path for life, and it is difficult to even practice the ghost path.

There is a rumor that the Mingqing Palace has the most things.

When the Master of Sword Staff said this, his tone suddenly felt a little emotional:

Qingyuan smiled and said, "As all the uncles and uncles said, it is obviously a prayer for the gods. When the gods speak out, the filial sons and grandchildren are not happy but afraid, and they all scattered birds and beasts, adding to their laughter. I hope this matter will be taught to them that there are gods three feet above their heads, so don't do things that deceive themselves again."

"I went down the mountain to cultivate my heart for two years, and I returned one day. It seems that I have achieved success in my studies?" The owner of Jianshang Pavilion dropped the chess piece and turned around to ask.

The practice of the Sword Staff Pavilion is the method of replacing corpses by sword Staff.

Qingyuan knew that his uncles and uncles were lonely, so he simply didn't focus on the key points, but simply told them in detail from beginning to end, from the anecdotes of street tea stalls to the dangers of killing demons and eliminating demons.

Once it fails, the soul and soul will be destroyed;

Even the uncles and uncles who were constantly noisy closed their mouths.

On this day, in the waves of bamboo, the white-haired Sword Staff Pavilion Master of Mingqing Palace sat alone under the bamboo shade, setting up a chessboard, fighting in full swing, as if fighting with each other.

The master of the Sword Staff Pavilion blinked his fingers and looked at it briefly. He couldn't stop smiling on his face: "Not bad, the soul is strong, and the fairy is hidden. It's a good time to cultivate the immortal body."

The man was wearing a green robe and a big cloak. He looked at Yingzi's erection, with a flute around his waist and a blue bulb behind him. The tip of the sword was facing upwards and the hilt of the sword was facing downwards.

Some regret chess;

Once the immortal body begins to be cultivated, the body witheres and the Yang bamboo swallows Qi, this process is almost irreversible, and once it stops, it will fail.

"Dadada..."

It was Su Qin's sword-backed style!

Because there is only one wisp of a person's fetal breath, once it is exhausted, it cannot be regenerated.

"I got something a little bit, so I returned to the palace, wanting to wash my soul and cultivate my immortal body, and ask my master to allow it." Qingyuan bowed his hand and replied, looking neither humble nor arrogant.

At present, these countless intangible and invisible souls are the losers of the Sword Staff Pavilion throughout the ages.

"The Chaoge Drinks are being held these days. If those demons and monsters drink too much, there will always be a few arrogant people. The immortal body is of great importance. You, let's take it a few days to avoid any trouble." said the master of the Sword Staff Pavilion.

In addition, the physical body is not strong enough, the soul is not refined enough, and the immortal body is also very likely to fail to cultivate.

After two years of training, everything I experienced was everywhere.

Some people want to take the kids;

"Two years ago, I saw him come to the palace to burn incense. I heard that he is quite famous for his reputation as a filial piety. The corpse guarding pavilion also intends to lead him into the Tao. Why did he insult his sick mother for two years?"

"Human hearts are changeable, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Prajna is free and dissolved in the nine heavens. Perhaps this is human nature!" Qingyuan pondered for a moment and replied.

The owner of the Sword Staff Pavilion did not speak, and after a while, he said, "Well, since he has the intention of giving a name, he should take a look."

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