Chapter 243 Long Historical Tradition

A group of white-bearded old people were unwilling, and they persuaded each other for a long time, but only two statements.

One is to hope that it is better to change your mind, stay in the world honestly and clean up the beginning and end of your affairs, and then you will become an immortal. Hello, good school, good fairyland, everyone is good.

Otherwise, you will simply ignore the matter of Huiguo, directly cut off the customs of the world, let go of all your concerns, and become immortals cleanly and alone. Hello, good school, good fairyland, everyone is good.

It's just that it's not strange, but I'm determined to accept the call of the fairyland, and I'm not willing to let go of this mess in the world. I don't care how the white bearded old way persuades me, and I don't let go and change my mind.

Everyone is a monk. They pay attention to patience and protracted fighting. The old Taoists with white beards repeatedly persuaded and were not discouraged. In the end, they still stared and forcibly ordered everyone to retreat with the power of the leader for many years. This persuasion activity ended unwillingly.

A group of white-bearded old-fashioned people muttered out of the hall, leaving only Ning Buqi and his white-beard brother.

Seeing that everyone had gone, the white-bearded brother said, "Brother, why? Everyone is kind, not only for you, but also for the interests of the faction."

"There is nothing in the world that is so perfect. If it's really that simple, don't I know what I'm doing now?" Ning Bqi waved his hand and said, "Huiguo's matter involves great cause and effect. You don't understand. I've been to the fairyland, but you haven't been there. You don't know anything about the fairyland. Brother, don't say that. Time is limited. Let's talk about business quickly. Come here. Come here. I'll show you some good things. After saying that, he led the white bearded brother to the back of the hall.

Yong Bowen was idle and followed the two of them closely. He felt that the dream was a little surprising. It was as if he was watching on the scene. I don't know if the two people thousands of years ago knew that they were followed by a thousand-year-old voyeur guy.

From the small side door behind the hall, there is a large lush forest. During which, the paths are crisscrossed and complex, showing that there are arrays. A thatched house can be faintly seen in the forest, among which Taoist people walk faintly. However, although there are many people, the forest is still surprisingly quiet, and there is no point. The noise.

Ning Muchi led his white-beard brother winding up along one of the paths, all the way through the forest. After a short walk, he walked out of the forest sea. The wind came to his face, and his vision suddenly widened, but he went up a cliff.

I don't know how high the cliff is, and the floating clouds are only halfway up the mountain. Looking down from the edge of the cliff, the mountains are just like small earth bags.

On this cliff, there is a thatched hut, a door and a window, which is extremely simple, but there is a plaque hanging on the low lintel, with three big words "Quiet Grass Hall".

It is said to be a grass hall, but it is actually a simple small room. There is not even a compartment, empty, and there is no decoration. There is a grass futon on the ground. The futon is extremely dilapidated, and I don't know how long it has been sat.

It's just that he entered such a shabby house, but the white bearded brother seemed to be very excited, which was about the same as the feeling that an old farmer in the countryside suddenly entered the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. He was excited, nervous, and seemed to have put his hands and feet somewhere.

Ning Butqi entered the grass hall and sat on the futon and said to the white beard brother, "After I leave, this quiet grass hall will belong to you. The lineage of my dispatch also depends on you to continue in the world. You are stable. Although you are not enough to open up, you have more than enough. With you to continue my Taoism in the world. I'm also relieved. It's just that the world is changeable, and there may be unexpected things in the future. Today, I will spread some ways to deal with disasters in the future. Kneel down!"

The white-bearded brother knelt down in front of Ningbuqi, but said doubtfully, "Brother, we have studied with the master for so many years. The master has never been partial to hide his hands. What he teaches depends on what we understand. Although my qualifications are stupid, I also remember all the magic power taught by the master. What else? Is it you and I won't? Is it the method you created by yourself?

"Neither!" Ning Buqi's always plain expression finally became solemn and said solemnly, "You have to make a big oath to your ancestor. Everything that has been spread today will come to my mouth and your ears. There must be no leakage, otherwise it will be a great disaster, and my Taoism will be destroyed!"

Seeing that Ning Buqi was so serious, the white-bearded brother knew that the matter was serious. At present, he made a heavy oath to his ancestor and would never spread what he had seen and heard today.

When the white bearded brother finished swearing, Ning Fuqi's expression softened a little and motioned him to sit opposite him.

There was only one futon on the ground, which was occupied by Ningbuqi. The white bearded brother could only sit on the ground, but he was so excited.

It's better to take out a white jade slip from the wide sleeve of the robe and hand it to the white beard brother.

The white-bearded brother carefully held Bai Yujian in his hands and looked at it. His face changed greatly, and his hands trembled. He stammered, "Master, master, brother, this, this, this, immortal, immortal..." A fairy word was stuck, and he couldn't say anything.

"Don't make a fuss, this is indeed from the fairyland!" Ning Bucci was very dissatisfied with the performance of his white-bearded brother and said in aggravating his tone, "It's just the manufacturing drawings of two fairyland weapons."

"Fairyland...Weapon...Manufacturing Drawings...That's all!" The white-bearded brother held his white beard with an uncomfortable expression like constipation. "Brother, where did you get it?"

"A few days ago, I took advantage of the thunderstorm to go to the fairyland, walked around the nearby city, and came to get it back."

"Brother, why did you go to the fairyland before you flew up?"

"I only need to certify that I am a full-name immortal. What's so strange about going to a fairyland? I've been there several times, so I said that you don't know anything about the fairyland. I know better than you. This is well-founded."

"Brother, I know you are very good at it. Even if you go to the fairyland if you have nothing to do, I won't be surprised. It's just that you just go shopping. Why are you stealing? If the fairyland will know this, it's a big disaster!"

"Brother, you should be quiet when you have a big event. Look at what you look like now. Didn't I remind you that today's incident should not be spread? I know the seriousness of this matter, but since I have been there, it's not good to come back empty-handed. I'm not the first to do this kind of thing. Don't worry, don't worry, everything will be fine!"

Ning Buchy's words are so familiar to Yong Bowen, which is full of sight. After thinking carefully, he pats his thighs and wants to come. Isn't this what Uncle of the Third Division said when he gave him spiritual support a while ago?

Take advantage of the thunderstorm to go to the fairyland and steal some weapons and technology from the fairyland in the nearby city!

No wonder Uncle Zu of the Third Division is so bold. Not to mention smuggling, he also brought back technology. Dare to think this is a long historical tradition!