The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 617 The wooden platform in Dayan Mountain!

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Break the thief in my heart!

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Across the window, the master and the apprentice had different expressions, one was disappointed, the other wept.

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"What thief is not a thief?!"

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However, Liu Jing felt panicked and couldn't help shouting loudly. He opened and closed his fingers, trying to grab Wang Mu's neck.

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Phew!

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The black iron chains trapped his limbs, and the hundred-forged steel nails pierced the pipa. At this time, Wang Muzhi's qi and blood had almost dropped to the level of ordinary people.

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In the face of the leader of the Eight Tigers of the Two Factories, Liu Jing's brazen action had no room for resistance.

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However, he just glanced at him lightly, and the latter's five fingers froze, and the whole person stood in a daze.

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In a trance, I felt that the light in front of me was shining brightly, as if there was a scorching sun rising from the east, blooming with unimaginable aura and momentum.

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After he regained his senses from the trance, he was already in a cold sweat. Looking at it again, Wang Muzhi had already entered the prison without knowing when.

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The master and apprentice, who had not seen each other for decades, sat opposite each other, treating themselves as air...

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"Master Xu..."

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The ceremony was very respectful, and Wang Muyi reported his homework to his teacher just like when he was a student:

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"Since I left you, for the first six years, the disciple studied Confucianism intensively, in the sixth year of middle school, the disciple sought the fruit of Buddhahood, and for the last six years, he spent the night in Taoist temples.

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In the last twenty years, I have been sitting in the Vientiane Mountain, learning from you, spreading the essence and truth, and gradually, I have a feeling in my heart..."

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Xu Wenji listened quietly, feeling relieved and nostalgic, and more, but still complicated.

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"Actually, it's not a great truth. Many predecessors have also mentioned it, but the disciple's income should be clearer, and it is more suitable for me..."

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Wang Muzhi's eyes were bright, and he didn't even mind that Liu Jing was outside, so he calmly said:

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"In the mortal world of life, there are many troubles. If you want to get the fruit of purity, you must first break the thief in your heart."

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"A thief in my heart."

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Xu Wenji finally spoke up:

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"Is there still a thief in my heart?"

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"Following the rules of the king, you are the biggest 'thief' in your heart!"

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Wang Muzhi blurted out, and felt that he had lost his words again, but unexpectedly, the old man in front of him did not get angry, he just sighed:

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"It's better for one person and one family to be the king, and the family to be the king... For three thousand years, this has never been the case, trespassing, unknown..."

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"It's always been like this, and it's not necessarily right."

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Wang Muzhi shook his head slightly:

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"The world, after all, is the world of the people of the world. One king is in a daze, and hundreds of millions of people are buried for it. This is not right, Master Xu!

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Jue Min Xing Dao, the next superintendent, give them back their blinded 'eyes', this is the biggest insight the disciples have gained over the years..."

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"There is no difference between teaching and learning, and the people practice the Tao..."

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Xu Wenji was silent for a long time before he said:

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"So, you have chosen, you are proud and compassionate, and you have the heart to revolutionize the world, but you don't love the power of Yang Prison..."

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"Master Xu knows me."

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Wang Muzhi smiled:

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"I also know Junior Brother..."

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"But how do you know that when the future hegemony is expected, Yang Yu will not change his mind?"

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"Do your best, that's all."

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Wang Muzhi looked back at the rolling sea of ​​clouds:

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"As you said, the future Yang Prison will follow the footsteps of ancient and modern emperors, then it will be stronger than today, I don't know how much..."

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The two masters and apprentices chatted like no one else was around.

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However, Liu Jing endured it to the extreme. Hearing the rebellious master and apprentice, he was about to enter, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and left.

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Because he was aware of His Majesty's thunderous wrath in the Taoist palace.

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Wang Muzhi closed his mouth at the right time, raised his hand to catch a ray of light, and after feeling it slightly, he sighed:

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"Sirius, attacked."

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"The chaotic world and the people..."

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Xu Wenji's expression was sad, his heart was sad, but powerless, he was just an old and rotten Confucian...

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"Huh!"

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Wang Muzhi let out a breath of turbid air, closed his eyes, and emptied out the last stray thoughts:

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"I'm still too slow, too slow..."

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……

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……

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There are nine realms in the world, including Wanlong, there are ten realms in total, the only one is the Dragon Dao, which has two kings.

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After the Battle of Liuji Mountain, Henry Zhang gave the word "Zhao" as the king of military merit, added the word "Xifu" himself, and retired to Lin'an, not to compete with his eldest brother for the throne of Linlong.

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And his brother, Ren Linlong, didn't live in Daocheng either, but moved the palace to the Anfu. It was a good story for a while.

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The way of Linlong is different from any other way in the world.

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This was the first thought in Lu Qingting's mind when he came here.

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At this time when the building is about to collapse, the turbulent times are approaching, and all kinds of natural disasters are inexhaustible, it is as strong as Wanlong Road, as prosperous as Jiangnan Road, and there are many people who are panicked.

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Kelin Longdao, different.

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There are three prefectures, more than thirty prefectures, and hundreds of county towns. There is hardly a single bandit entrenched, and the rampant horse bandit is even more out of reach.

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For more than seventy years, there has been no trouble.

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Such a prosperous atmosphere made Lu Qingting, who came from the Northwest Road, deeply touched, but he also knew very well what was the reason for this.

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It's not that the contemporary King Linlong is striving to rule, but in this Lin'an Mansion, there are the most powerful troops in the world, the Xuanjia elite cavalry, and the most powerful general in the world, Henry Zhang!

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"Xifu King Zhao!"

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Lu Qingting's heart was very throbbing.

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He asked himself to be calm, but he couldn't help but feel apprehensive when he was about to meet this world's martial arts monument, the ultimate strongman.

But in front of King Linlong, who was in uniform and elegant in his breath, he took him to the backyard and was stunned when he saw King Zhao of the West Mansion, who was lying on a reclining chair and opened a book, looking like an old farmer.

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"It's easy to break a thief in the mountains, but it's hard to break a thief in your heart!"

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A slightly admiring voice awakened Lu Qingting from his apprehension. With a glance out of the corner of his eye, he saw the words "Wanxiang Shanren" on the cover of the book.

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"Man from Wanxiang Mountain, Wang Muzhi?"

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Lu Qingting moved in his heart.

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He seems to have read this book too. It is said that many years ago, it also caused a great stir among scholars, but most of them were denounced and criticized.

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"There is such a great talent in the world, it should be a big white!"

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Henry Zhang untied the gourd around his waist and poured a gulp of wine, causing King Linlong to smile bitterly:

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"Second Uncle, your injury is not yet healed, why are you drinking this 'Drunken Immortal Brew' again?"

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"The wine next to you is not intoxicating. If you don't drink this wine, what would you drink?"

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Hearing this, Lu Qingting's eyes twitched.

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Zuixian Brewing is not wine.

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It is more like a highly poisonous liquid that can poison the great master. According to legend, if a large amount is taken, the Martial Saint will be poisoned to death.

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Using such a peerless poison as wine...

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"It's the little Taoist priest of Xuankong Mountain! I heard that you came here on the order of that boy Yang, he..."

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After a gourd was drunk, Henry Zhang looked at Lu Qingting. Before he finished speaking, his heart moved:

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"what?"

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Boom!

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Just raising his eyebrows and getting up with such a small movement, Lu Qingting's pupils could not help shrinking violently. In a trance, he only felt that a sacred mountain was rising up in front of him.

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So majestic and domineering...

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"Hahaha!"

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King Linlong was about to step forward to report the information about the Sirius' attack outside the Great Wall, when he was suddenly startled. His second uncle's eyes suddenly lit up, and an indescribably powerful aura descended like a mountain in an instant.

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Although it only disappeared in an instant, the aura that disappeared in a flash, swept away the wind and snow in the sky, inside and outside the palace, the snow melted, and the light rain was like the following.

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slap!

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Lu Qingting staggered back, but as soon as he stepped back, he felt the package on his chest jolted and landed between Henry Zhang's fingers.

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He looked down and looked a little moved, filled with joy, as if he could see the same, and laughed out loud:

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"Good old man, good old man..."

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……

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Huhu~

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In the Dayan Mountains, the wind and snow were quite high, and Yingli walked tremblingly towards the small courtyard in the middle of the wind and snow, like a spring day.

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"Milk, grandma..."

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Her voice was stuttering, and the great panic made her almost want to run away, but she could only bite the bullet and wait.

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"Little Li'er? Come, come in."

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Aged and kind, the voice of the old woman came from the house, like a conversation between grandparents and grandchildren, very warm.

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But Ying Li Er, but her heart was beating like a drum, her mouth was dry, she moved step by step, she was extremely afraid.

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squeak~

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She pushed the door and entered, unexpectedly, the inside of the hut was not as terrifying as she had imagined, it was just an ordinary hut.

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The only conspicuous thing is that there is a wooden platform in the house, on which is a little man made of grass and wood, with a yellow paper on the back, a dark red lamp on his head, and a dark black lamp under his feet.

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And on the flag tied with the straw man, there is also an ancient book full of strange patterns.

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The old woman with white hair and a rickety figure walked around the wooden platform without haste or slow, chanting words in her mouth.

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Looking at it, Ying Li'er couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, she only felt that there were endless grievances screaming in front of her, making her legs go weak and she fell to the ground, she was extremely frightened.

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"Grandma..."

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The old woman ignored her, but walked around forty-nine times slowly, and burned the two talismans held between her hands.

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Then he came back to his senses and looked at her kindly:

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"Little Li'er, are you curious about what grandma is doing?"

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"No, no, dare not..."

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Infant Li'er's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

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"This is a spell book in our holy religion. It's called the 'Nail-headed Arrow Book'.

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"Milk~www.readwn.com~Grandma..."

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Ying Li'er became more and more frightened and uneasy.

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"Would you like to help grandma?"

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"What, how can I help..."

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Ying Li'er resisted the fear in her heart.

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Of course, she knew about the book of nails and arrows. The strange and strange spell book in the teaching, this one can be ranked in the top three, and it is a book of spells that only secures its name and does not have any books or inheritance.

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"This lamp oil is not enough, can you help grandma by adding a little more lamp oil..."

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"ah!"

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With a scream, Ying Li'er couldn't bear the fear any longer, she turned to flee, but when she turned around, a wrinkled palm had already covered her face.

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Then, with a light pinch, a puff, and a wisp of ghostly soul, it was divided into two parts and submerged into the two oil lamps on the grass man's head and feet.

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"Huh!"

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The old woman exhaled lightly, and the female corpse, which had not yet fallen softly, had already turned into a pink kitten amid the sound of teeth rubbing against her bones.

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Gently mentioned the cat corpse, the old woman turned around slowly, looked at the six arrows of grass and trees neatly placed in front of the grass man, and said to herself:

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"There's still one more..."

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Good night everyone...

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