On the eighth day of the second month, there was another heavy snowfall in the northland, and the whole god was shrouded in snow, and it became a snow city.

In this icy weather that can freeze people to death, only the sergeants who are safe from the gods are still walking outside.

The snow was three feet deep, so that the soldiers stationed at the city gate began to clear it early in the morning, and finally managed to clear the snow in the morning.

"It's snowing, and it's been snowing, and after half an hour, it's time for us to clear the snow again. ”

Kuang San, who was guarding the door, supported his waist and back, twisted his body to move his muscles and bones, and sighed: "If only I had superb martial arts, I melted the snow with one palm, and my body was not afraid of the cold." ”

"Come on, Kuang Laosan, if you have this kind of ability, why do you need to guard the city gate. A soldier next to him laughed.

"I'm happy not to," Kuang San scolded with a smile, "Even the person who sweeps the floor on Qin Tianjian's side is a master of the Innate Realm, I have that ability, why can't I continue to guard the city gate." ”

"Hey," the other laughed and said, "The one who sweeps the floor over there in Qin Tianjian is also a Dao Master, a Taoist priest under Dao Chang Qingyu, can you compare with them?"

"Jingle bell—"

A few people were talking and laughing, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of bells.

The sound of the bell is very crisp, as if it rings in the ears, and there is a sense of tranquility, which makes the people who hear it feel calm.

It's strange that it's a bell that only rings when it needs to be moved, but it brings tranquility to people. Even Kuang San and the others, who were talking and laughing just now, also unconsciously put away their smiles, and their faces were peaceful.

"Amitabha, it's the old man who can't control his qi, so that several donors are affected, it's really a sin!"

The old but powerful voice sounded from not far away, Kuang San and the others looked forward, but they saw that at some point, there was an old monk wearing a plain monk's robe and a wide hat with two strings of small bells hanging on his head.

The sound of the bell came from the two small bells hanging from the big hat.

The old monk's face was ruddy, and his skin did not have the folds that an old man should have, but it was somewhat smooth like that of a young man. If it weren't for the snow-white eyebrows and the nearly three-foot-long white beard, Kuang San and the others would have thought that this was a person in the prime of life.

After all, on this snowy day, Kuang San and the others were still cold in cotton jackets, but the old monk was only wearing a thin monk's robe. The cold wind blew, the monk's clothes moved, but the old monk's body stood straight, and there was no trembling.

With Kuang San's eyesight, he can only find this extraordinary. He could only guess that this old monk should be a martial arts master, a figure he couldn't afford to offend.

"The master is polite," Kuang San hurriedly folded his hands and said, "The master is looking for a place to place a place? There is no temple in the Shendu, and if the master wants to find a temple, he has to go to the Pushan Temple over there." ”

As he spoke, Kuang San stretched out his hand to point out the direction of the old monk to Pushan Temple.

In the past two years, there have been more and more monks in Shendu, and Kuang San has also pointed out the way for many monks, and he can be regarded as proficient in business.

However, in recent days, there have been fewer monks in Shendu, and many familiar faces have never appeared in Kuang San's eyes again.

"Amitabha, the donor didn't care about the mistakes of the old man, and he was really magnanimous. ”

The old monk recited the Buddha's name again and said, "But the donor guessed wrong, the old man came here not to ask for directions." ”

"Master of Thoughtless—"

Inside the city gate, a middle-aged man dressed in brocade clothes walked out and arched his hand: "In Xia Xu Heng, under the order of Daoist Qingyu, I came to welcome the master into the city." ”

"Amitabha," the old monk said without thinking, "Let the 'Thousand Suo Soul Snatcher Spear' Xu donors come to welcome the old man, and the old man is ashamed of the hospitality of the Qingyu Daoist." ”

'Qiansuo Soul Snatcher Gun' Xu Heng, a famous Jianghu cultivator twenty years ago, is now the royal family of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. His arrival shows that the Qingyu Daoist has a long grasp of the old monk's whereabouts, and it also shows that the Daoist has the power to tilt the government and the opposition.

The former, the old monk had already expected. After all, he has not hidden any traces along the way, nor has he deliberately concealed his purpose.

The latter made this old monk see the status of Qingyu Dao Chief.

Imperial worship has always been only available by order of the emperor. Even the emperor himself will not be too rude to him, and he will offer it well.

Qing Yu can make the royal family worship to come to the city gate to pick up guests, but it depends on more than status.

The old monk of Wunian gently lowered his hat and said, "Please also ask the donor to lead the way." ”

"Master, please. ”

Xu Heng was in front, and the old monk Wunian followed closely, the two of them seemed to be slow and fast, and they took a few steps, but they disappeared in front of Kuang San and the others.

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The wind and snow are shaking, and the towering colossus of Tongtian stands in the square in front of the Taihe Palace, which seems to be an immovable giant god for eternity, and like a sinister and abnormal demon.

From the day of the New Year, the amount of energy swallowed by the Colossus increased more and more, and the golden aura spread out from the ground, seeping into the Colossus to nourish one of the retreat people.

"Master, here we are. ”

Xu Heng led the old monk Wunian to the colossus statue of Tongtian, and left directly, not daring to stay one more step.

And Wunian, the old monk, looked up at the wind and snow fluttering in the sky, and it was difficult to hide a trace of amazement in his vicissitudes of wisdom in his eyes.

"Swallow the essence of heaven and earth, absorb the dragon veins in the body, practice yin and yang, reach the power of the soul, and the Qingyu Dao is not far from becoming a Taoist. Wu Nian sighed softly.

Although the voice was soft, the white-haired Taoist in the colossus listened to it completely.

"In the realm of the gods, there is still a heavenly mound, although the poor road has the confidence to cross, but it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is not far away. ”

The sound of the vast and lofty echoed in the air, and the fluttering wind and snow resounded with the sound, as if separated by an invisible wall, and could no longer fall into the surrounding area.

"It's Master Wunian you, but your work is not far from the end. Within seven days, Nirvana will come, and your life and death will be successful or unsuccessful after seven days. ”

"Amitabha, the Taoist is as wise as a torch, and the old man admires it. "Wu Nian said.

The old monk is a disciple of the Faxiang Temple for three generations, and the younger brother of the abbot of the contemporary Faxiang Temple is nearly 300 years old this year.

The result of his deeds is to live a long life and achieve nirvana. In every realm, it is to reach the end of longevity, nirvana in the final life and death, and gain new life.

It takes a lot of patience, a lot of restraint, and a great state of mind. Only in this way can we hold back the idea of rising and make that fight at the end of Shouyuan.

Seven days later, it is the end of the old monk's life, and it is also the time of the old monk's nirvana.

By the eighth day, regardless of whether the old monk succeeds or not, the first place on the list will be vacated. Because at that time, the Thoughtless Divine Monk of the True Dan Realm no longer existed.