Feng Shen: I'm not a true immortal

Chapter 82
In Biyou Palace, Master Tongtian sat cross-legged on the nine-fold platform, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Since the two of you have come here, why stop outside the hall?"

Before Tongtian Sect Master finished his words, the Qingyun on the top swayed for a while, reflecting the sky.

After hearing this, Yun Zhongzi entered the hall with Taoist Duobao.

"Disciple pays respects to Master Uncle."

"Disciple pays respects to Master."

Master Tongtian seemed a little sleepy, he raised his eyelids and looked at the two people in the audience.

"Duobao, why did you lose your arm?"

Master Tongtian is the supreme sage, with unimaginable supernatural powers, and he can't hide any troubles on Jin'ao Island, let alone a powerful fight.

It's a bit strange that he doesn't directly ask the responsibility at this moment, but asks the reason of the broken arm that he already knows.

Daoist Duobao was already extremely angry when his arm was cut off. He had to bow his head due to the situation before, but now he is naturally aggrieved when he sees his master.

But just now he vowed not to embarrass Yun Zhongzi because of the matter of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, but he didn't know how to answer.

Yun Zhongzi raised his head and saw that the Master Tongtian was drowsy, and immediately understood the mystery.

Mostly the leader of Tongtian Church is aware of Duobao's reneging on his promises, and he is unwilling to bring this matter to the public at the moment, so he has lost his name for nothing.

"Master Uncle, Taoist brother Duobao has reconciled with his disciple, and we had a very happy conversation, during which time we talked about swordsmanship.

Daoist Brother Duobao is worthy of being taught by his uncle himself, he has a very high attainment in the way of swordsmanship, his disciple was delighted to see Lie, so he proposed a discussion on swordsmanship.

Daoist Brother Duobao saw that I was relatively young and my cultivation level was shallow, so I gave my disciple a sword..."

Yun Zhongzi clutched the broken arm, nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

Taoist Duobao raised his head and looked at the nine-fold platform.

Master Tongtian closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to have settled down.

Taoist Duobao seemed to understand something, he gritted his teeth, and spoke immediately.

"The disciple believed that his realm was high, and he felt contemptuous, so he gave up the sword.

Unexpectedly, Yun Zhongzi's swordsmanship was uncommon, and his apprentice couldn't resist with just one strike, so he lost his arm. "

Master Tongtian's eyelids moved, and finally opened them again.

"So, your missing arm is just a mistake in sword theory?"

"exactly."

Taoist Duobao lowered his head, his voice was like a mosquito.

Yun Zhongzi was determined when he heard the words, knowing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, he immediately lifted the severed arm.

"Brother Duobao's Dao body is damaged, and the disciple has nothing to do, so he can only ask his uncle to help.

After this incident, the disciples had no complaints at all when the uncle was allowed to punish him. "

Only then did Master Tongtian set his sights on the severed arm.

He waved his sleeve lightly, Daoist Duobao was swept away by the strong wind, hanging in the air, unable to fall, the arm also flew over, and was connected to the fracture.

Master Tongtian stretched out his two fingers and pointed at the void 36 times, but wisps of starlight came from the outer sky and turned into silk threads to sew up Taoist Duobao's severed arm.

It is no small matter for the saint to make a move.

Once the Taoist body of the immortals is damaged, it will be difficult to improve their cultivation.

Master Tongtian extended the arms of Duobao, sewed them together with starlight, and then filled up the loss with the sage's Dao Qi.

No matter what Daoist Duobao felt, Yun Zhongzi was fascinated by it, and when it came to a critical moment, he even took out a pair of jade slips and recorded it with his spiritual thoughts.

In less than an hour, Daoist Duobao has extended his arms, and the Dao body has no leaks.

"It's over here, don't fight fiercely again, if you enter a catastrophe, even the teacher can't save your life!"

After the Master of Tongtian Sect spoke, he waved his hand immediately, and a gust of wind blew Dabao Daoist back to his cave.

Yun Zhongzi saw that Duobao had been taken back in this way, he immediately took the jade slip, nodded and lowered his eyebrows, not daring to act rashly again.

"I thought it would take you three months to understand this sword, but I still underestimated you."

The eyes of the leader of the Tongtian sect are calm in the ancient well, like a cold pond for thousands of years.

"Uncle Master taught well."

Yun Zhongzi spoke concisely, but still did not dare to raise his head.

Although there was a reason for Yun Zhongzi to cut off Duobao's arm, this place is the dojo of Master Tongtian, and hurting his disciples would be a disgrace to him.

Whether the saint is happy or angry, no one can guess for sure.

"If it weren't for the cause and effect of 400 years ago, you would have entered my sect."

Master Tongtian's expression eased, and his tone became a little gentler.

Yun Zhongzi still lowered his head, but pricked up his ears, waiting for the next sentence.

"When you were born thousands of years ago, the secrets of heaven were in chaos.

Your master spent 600 years before resetting the number of days.

If you could come to Biyou Palace one year earlier, you might be my closed disciple by now. "

Master Tongtian smiled suddenly, then raised his head, not knowing what he was looking at.

Yun Zhongzi was shocked when he heard the words, what does it mean that when he came into the world, the heavenly secrets were chaotic, and what did it mean that it took 600 years to reset the number of days?

He remembered Yuanshi Tianzun once said that the title of Fude Zhenxian was bestowed by the ancestor Hongjun.

How can poverty be so important?

"Isn't Master Uncle lying to me?"

Yun Zhongzi finally raised his head and faced Master Tongtian.

"You are not the cause of the chaos of the heavens, but the result of the chaos of the heavens."

Master Tongtian lowered his head and smiled slightly.

Yun Zhongzi finally heaved a sigh of relief.

If he is really the chief culprit who disrupted the secrets of heaven, I am really afraid that the ancestor Hongjun will kill him one day if he doesn't like him.

"You should have worshiped Chanjiao thousands of years ago. In this way, you and I are indeed missed."

Master Tongtian looked at Su Wen's sword embryo behind Yun Zhongzi, and shook his head slightly.

"Why did the uncle tell the disciples these secrets?"

Yun Neutron was a little puzzled by this.

If this matter could be said, Yuanshi Tianzun would have said it long ago.

If this matter cannot be said, the Master Tongtian has said it again.

"Explanation of teachings is to clarify the way of heaven and act in accordance with the sky, but to cut off teachings is to intercept a ray of life for those who are predestined.

You are the first disciple of the Chanjie Second Sect to commit the precept of killing, and I am afraid that you will not be able to stop after you make this opening.

Today I will reveal these secrets to you. If my Biyou Palace is in danger of being destroyed in the future, you must protect the last inheritance of Jiejiao. "

Master Tongtian had a serious expression on his face, not seeming to be fake at all.

Yun Zhongzi heard the words but still couldn't understand.

Looking at it now, when the number of days was chaotic in the past, several saints more or less discovered some secrets. If this is the case, why can't they work together?

Poor Dao only has a mere golden fairy realm, his cultivation base is shallow, and he doesn't have a few decent magic weapons, how can he take on this great task.

Furthermore, if Yuanshi Tianzun knew about this matter, Yun Zhongzi would be guilty.

"Destiny is hard to break."

Master Tongtian grasped the Qingping sword and looked at Yun Zhongzi with a half-smile.

"Uncle Master has the kindness of passing on the sword to me, and he has never cared about today's affairs. This disciple should reciprocate."

Yun Zhongzi thought for a long time, and finally agreed to this matter.

Although being a second-five boy didn't end well, it was better than dying under Qingping's sword right now, right?

Yun Zhongzi sighed heavily, he had already decided that in the future he must meet the master he had never met.

(End of this chapter)