The setting sun is half hidden, and the red clouds are long.

Zhang Shiping wore a green shirt and stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the distant mountains, he could only see the light of the smoke, and the mountains were gray and purple at dusk.

The boatman in the bamboo hat still lowered his head, shaking his oars, and walked slowly in the middle of the river.

Wherever the wooden boat went, the nocturnal birds in the sky sang and flew to high places, and the earth pythons swimming in the river swung their tails and moved away, none of them dared to approach within a hundred feet.

Just a stick of incense, the boat arrives in Jiang's heart.

"It is said to be the Dharma Palace, but it is far wider than the secret realms controlled by various factions today. The Xuanyuan secret realm of the Zongmen has experienced many tribulations and Mahayana monks since ancient times, but even so, several secret realms are not comparable to this place. Except for some of the dangerous and secret realms that have been left behind in the world of cultivating immortals today, except for some that were born naturally, the rest were opened up by powerful monks in ancient times. Such a heaven-shocking power that is so powerful that weeping ghosts and gods is really unimaginable." Zhang Shiping put his hands behind his back and sighed, his eyes revealed a look of longing for the great supernatural power of the ancient Da Neng who shook the world and wept ghosts and gods.

From the time he set foot on the road of practice, Zhang Shiping once felt how powerful the monk Yuanying is, but up to now, although he can't compete with those true kings with his cultivation base of Jindan stage, these monks are no longer mysterious in his heart. They are neither gods nor immortals, and they will die like ordinary people when they reach their longevity.

Speaking of longevity, compared to the short life of ordinary people who live for decades or hundreds of years, the lifespan of two or three thousand years for monks in the Nascent Soul can indeed be said to be longevity.

But if compared with mountains and rivers, earth and rocks, and the sun, moon and stars, it is just like the morning fungus scorpion, just a young year!

"The six dusts can be returned to one, and ten thousand calamities can be safely and freely. It is difficult for a bottomless boat to cross the sea, and it has passed through the past and the past." The boatman seemed to have heard Zhang Shiping's sigh, and sang leisurely to himself.

After hearing the sound, he secretly said in his heart: "Here we come. Sure enough, as recorded, monks entering Nanfa Temple crossing the Lingyun River for the first time will experience a cleansing of the gods. So stubborn. It's just a pity that this opportunity is only once. If you go back and forth many times, then you will go back and forth here a few times to completely remove the spiritual barriers that shackle your practice. In this way, practice for another two or three hundred years, and by then , at least there is a perfect cultivation of the golden core, and after some proper preparations, it is not impossible to get through the Nascent Soul Tribulation Thunder."

From this point of view, one can imagine what kind of grand scene it was in the world of cultivating immortals in ancient times. Not to mention the abundance of inspirations in the world of immortality, the inheritance of each sect and sect is intact, and there are even more means to make the disciples break free from the cage and get rid of spiritual barriers. In this way, it is no wonder that among those Mahayana sects, the monks of Jindan Yuanying can only be regarded as mediocrity. Outer disciples.

The boatman sang softly again, Zhang Shiping quickly discarded his distracting thoughts, purified his soul and mind, and listened carefully to the Dao song, his mind became much lighter for a while, and the flow of mana became much smoother.

In this song, he felt as if something had come out of his body, and suddenly he had the illusion of becoming an immortal.

But suddenly, there was a 'plop'.

Zhang Shiping looked down intently, and there was a drowned lifeless man in green shirt in the hole in the boat, his back turned to the sky, and he drifted down the river and slowly floated out from the bottom of the boat. This person hadn't drifted more than ten feet away, and he turned over without sound, and his appearance was exactly the same as him.

Although Zhang Shiping had already seen the vision of this slough when crossing the river from the classics in advance, but when he saw it, he still felt a little strange in his heart.

However, this remnant is more like the boatman at the stern, his figure is illusory, not like a real thing, but more like the aura of heaven and earth, reflected in the river.

It is recorded in the Zongmen classics that there was an ancestor of Huashen who entered the Nanfa Hall holding the inherited spirit treasure, and tried to salvage the remnant slough in the river just like him to see if it was imaginary or real.

However, according to what this venerable said, the first time he made a move, Huang Zhong Dalu rang in his ears, shaking his mind, and the second time, there would be ten thousand ants biting his heart and adding pain to his body. As for the third time when he wanted to make another move, he was warned by his spirit and felt a great terror, so he stopped trying with his life.

But even so, Zhang Shiping still couldn't help condensing his mana into a giant hand with a width of ten feet, trying to pick up the slough that gradually sank into the river, but when the giant fingertips touched the river water, the mana collapsed.

A loud sound of Huang Zhong Da Lu rang in Zhang Shiping's ears, piercing his soul, making his mind tremble a little.

He unconsciously snorted, just about to strike again, but cold sweat immediately flowed down his forehead, because the remnant in the river opened his eyes at this moment, and was looking at him blankly, Zhang Shiping felt that if he did it again, In the next moment, he will end up in a state of extinction.

Therefore, Zhang Shiping looked at the corpse in the river with heavy eyes, and there was no other change.

After his parents, relatives and friends, fellow clansmen, and the younger generation of the family left one by one, all he has left in his heart is the word 'Longevity', half of which is because of obsession, and half of it is because of the fear of death. fear.

In the past, Zhang Shiping still felt that he was not afraid of death, or he still felt uncomfortable when he saw his own slough today.

He got up thoughtfully, no wonder everyone said that the great horror between life and death is hard for the world to get rid of!

"The six dusts can be returned to one, and the ten thousand calamities can be safely and freely..." The boatman still sang to himself leisurely.

Zhang Shiping put away his hands~lightnovelpub.net~The remnant in the river slowly closed his eyes amidst the Taoist song sung by the boatman, and sank into the river expressionlessly.

After ten breaths, the distance between the wooden boat and the remnant metamorphosis seems to be almost a hundred feet apart.

Even though Zhang Shiping had used the evil eye, with his eyesight, he could barely see through the turbulent river, and vaguely saw the remnant that was still slowly sinking.

Over the past tens of thousands of years, the predecessors of the sect and other monks who have crossed this river do not know how many people are there, and there is nothing wrong with it. On the contrary, after the sloughs have faded, these monks accumulate mana almost faster than before up some.

Zhang Shiping comforted himself in this way, then withdrew his gaze and didn't take another look.

But he didn't know that when this remnant was about to sink to the bottom, billowing black flames erupted from his body for no reason, obliterating the green and black river water without even leaving a single bit of ashes.

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After about another stick of incense, Zhang Shiping stepped onto the opposite river bank. Where he was standing, there were several shallow and invisible footprints, which should have been left by the monks who came here earlier.

He looked at the surrounding scenery, the vegetation was lush, and in front of him were two embracing trees of unknown species, which were breaking off in the middle and fell into the weed pile.

Zhang Shiping's spiritual consciousness was activated, and he didn't realize that there were others hiding around, so he walked forward slowly.

When Zhang Shiping walked a hundred feet away from the Lingyun River, the scenery in front of Zhang Shiping changed dramatically. He found himself standing on a piece of dead wood protruding from the cliff, and under his feet, the fog was thick and cloudy, and the bottom could not be seen!

PS: I feel more and more unsatisfied with writing this piece, so let it be!

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