"So, the whole process that I saw in the sky scroll in the Heavenly Fox Secret Realm is actually a fake?"
Li Mu rubbed his temples out of habit.
"No."
"The things in the sky scroll are not necessarily all wrong."
Because it was shown from the perspective of the Six Races. According to the old faker, the Six Races were not the main force on the battlefield at that time. They were just peripheral personnel. Therefore, the Sky Scroll only showed the war on the periphery. What they saw from the perspective of the Six Races might not be worth mentioning to the old faker, but for Li Mu at that time, it was still very shocking.
The pony crossed the river.
"Different people see the same thing, but they get different feelings in the end."
"Now the six races have gathered their troops and are about to come to Earth. The Gate of the Ancient Ancestors in the Qinling Mountains should be the means of the ancestors of the six races." Li Mu told him all he knew.
The implication was obvious. "Old guy, it's time to show your cultivation of the Tao Realm and crush all the dregs in your mind."
But the old faker obviously didn't take up the topic. He was still acting tough and said, "The ancestors of the six clans are just weaklings in my eyes. They're nothing to be afraid of. What we need to worry most now is that after the battlefield seal is loosened, those traitors who really caused the collapse of the overall situation will come out. That's the key."
Li Mu's heart trembled.
"Indeed."
According to the old faker's description, the betrayal of the six races was not worth mentioning. The real threat was within the Xuanhuang Clan. Once the descendants of the traitors or the traitors who were still dead descended on Earth, they would cause fatal damage.
Thinking of this, even Li Mu did not think that the six ancestors were any threat.
"Everything is afraid of comparison."
"People die when compared, and goods are thrown away when compared."
"Who on earth are those traitors?" Li Mu asked.
"They are our own people."
"Our own people?"
"Of course, the betrayal of our own people is called betrayal. The betrayal of the vassal races is called parting ways. How much loss can there be?"
Li Mu rubbed his forehead, maintained his patience, and said, "Can you be more specific? What do you mean by 'our own people'? "
The old faker said matter-of-factly, "How do I know? I'm not a member of the Black Yellow Clan."
"I …" Li Mu had an impulse to jump up and beat the old faker.
The old faker said, "I'm not joking with you. I paid a little attention to this matter at that time. The most terrible thing is that the Xuanhuang Clan was stabbed in the back by their own people, but they didn't find out who did it. Otherwise, why do you think they sealed all the troops on the battlefield instead of killing the traitors and then sealing the Extraterrestrial Demons?"
Li Mu was speechless.
At that time, he had thought that the gods of the Xuanhuang Race had used their last resort to seal the battlefield to protect Earth, to protect this star sector, and to isolate the extraterrestrial demons.
But now that he thought about it carefully, he found that what the old faker said made sense.
If the gods worked together to seal the Extraterrestrial Demons, then they could think of a way to free up their own people before sealing the Extraterrestrial Demons. At the very least, they would be able to preserve the seeds of their own civilization. Sealing the Extraterrestrial Demons together was basically a method of mutual destruction.
If things were not tragic to a certain extent, who would be willing to perish together?
"So, young man, when you encounter things in the future, you should think more and use your brain more. Don't be led by the nose by others." Seeing Li Mu's expression, the old faker deliberately took the opportunity to teach him.
Li Mu said, "Even the Xuanhuang Clan themselves don't know who the traitors are. This is a bit outrageous. Now that the seal is loosened, if the descendants of the traitors come out first, won't the world be in chaos?"
The old faker nodded and said, "Yes, so things are very troublesome."
Li Mu said, "In this case, old man, you have a long way to go."
The old faker looked surprised. "What does it have to do with me? It's you who have a long way to go. "
"What the hell?" Li Mu also looked surprised. "I am at the early stage of the King Realm and I can only beat the descendants of the kings. But you want me to fight with the descendants of the gods in the Divinity and Tao Realm? Shouldn't the current situation be solved by a peerless senior like you who is invincible in the Tao Realm? "
"Well, peerless senior is a good word." The old faker first expressed his approval of Li Mu's words. Then, he spread out his hands and said, "Here's the thing. I have been practicing the Silent Meditation recently and can't do anything. So, I can't help you even if I want to."
"Who the hell are you kidding?" Li Mu objected at once. "I have heard of the Silent Meditation. There is no such thing as the Silent Meditation. You must be making it up. It's an emergency. How can you still be lazy?"
The old faker changed the subject and said, "Don't pay attention to these trivial things … Let's talk about an urgent matter. Back then, one of the descendants of the gods of the Xuanhuang Clan was born. A few days ago, he came to Randeng Temple. I met him once. That young man is very scary."
"A descendant of the gods? Why did he come to Randeng Temple? "Li Mu asked.
The old faker said, "Because many years ago, I once borrowed a sword of their clan. He came to get the sword."
"Why did you borrow his sword?"
"At that time, I thought the sword was very good, so I borrowed it to play with. I planned to send it back when I was tired of it. But before I got tired of it, the Xuanhuang Clan shut themselves up and sealed their whole clan. So, I couldn't send the sword back."
"Where's your shame? You're robbing, aren't you? "
"Anyway, it doesn't make much difference. It's good that you know what I mean. That young man is now in Randeng Temple in Baoji City. You go to fight with him. Just for show. If you lose a move or two, you can return the sword."
"Why don't you go yourself?"
"We made an agreement years ago. When their descendants come to get the sword, my successor will fight with him. Besides, I am an old man. If I fight in person, won't I be laughed at for bullying the younger generation? Wouldn't I be shameless?"
"You talk as if you were shameless before." Li Mu muttered, "What about the sword?"
The old faker picked up a toothpick to pick his teeth and said, "I told you a few years ago that the meat of the zhajiang noodles should be chopped up, or it will easily get stuck in your teeth … Sword, come."
He stretched out his hand.
From the Grand Buddha Hall behind him came the sound of a sword.
The somewhat decayed ancient Buddha statue in the hall glowed with wisps of divine light. The sound of Sanskrit spread out like a tide, but it did not disperse. It only filled the air in Randeng Temple. When it went out of the temple, it was silent.
The silver light swirled.
As the ancient Buddha spoke, a ray of sword light flew over and fell into the old faker's hand.
It was a three-foot-long sword with a green peak. It was as clear as autumn water and as smooth as a mirror. The sword light was like starlight, bouncing in the old faker's hand, and a wisp of cold air blew over.
"This sword is called Taishan, a famous ancient sword. It has been stained with divine blood. It can kill gods without leaving immortals alive. It can kill Buddhas and demons. It is very famous. It has been silent for thousands of years. Today, it finally appears in the world again." The old faker opened his mouth and blew, and the airflow in front of the sword peak was visible to the naked eye like waves. "With the mercy of the ancient Buddha, I suppressed and nourished it for thousands of years, but only erased a part of the killing intent. Taishan appears again, and the killing tribulation comes again."
He raised his hand and threw the ancient sword into Li Mu's hand.
Li Mu grasped the hilt and only felt a biting chill. In an instant, half of his arm seemed to be frozen.
"It is indeed a killing sword."
Li Mu was shocked.
How many creatures had this sword killed to condense such a murderous aura?
Moreover, it had been purified by the ancient Buddha's Buddhist power for thousands of years. If it hadn't been thousands of years, Li Mu had no doubt that the moment he held the sword, he would have been torn to pieces by the killing intent in the sword.
"Back then, you seized the sword because the person holding this sword had killed too many people, didn't you?" Li Mu asked suspiciously, "Do you want to dissolve the murderous aura in the sword, or do you want to stop that person from killing again?"
"Oh, it turns out that in your heart, I am so noble, am I?" The old faker grinned and said, "At that time, I just suspected that the owner of this sword had something to do with the traitor, so I seized the sword. Later, I investigated several times but found no evidence. So many years have passed, and his descendants have come out of the mountain. You can return the sword."
Li Mu ran his Cultivation Method, forcibly suppressed the cold killing intent in the sword, and put it away, saying, "Aren't you afraid that the murderous sword will return to that person's hands and kill again?"
"Every era has a leading role. That person was almost invincible, but now, he is no longer the leading role of the era. After all, it is the people who decide things, not the sword." The old faker said a few "golden sentences" with a lot of emotion.
"If you want to lure the snake out of the hole, just say it." Li Mu said disdainfully, "Since you dug a hole at the door of the meditation room to trick me into going in, you are really more and more insidious now."
The old faker said angrily, "Get out of here. Hurry up and exchange my Cultivation Method. I want to change a successor now."
Li Mu grinned and said, "According to what you just said, I am going to the Golden Platform Taoist Temple to fight with that successor. If I lose, I will give the sword to him. If I win, I will bring the sword back … Your rule makes me very embarrassed. I am afraid I can't give this sword to him."
The old faker suddenly burst into laughter.
"You are really a frog at the bottom of the well. Is the invincible in the King's Realm very strong? I am afraid that you will be beaten by that brat in the Golden Platform Taoist Temple. Otherwise, why did I deliberately lose one million to him when I played mahjong with him? That was all for the sake of communication, so that he would show mercy and not kill you. "
"You lost the game of mahjong simply because of your bad luck." Li Mu ridiculed.
The old faker stood up and said, "Don't go, I will kill you."
Li Mu immediately became serious and said, "I am going to return the sword. You go to solve the problem of the Gate of Ancient Ancestors in the Qin Forest. Although the ancestors of the six groups are not a big trouble, if they invade the earth, it will be very troublesome."
The old faker said, "Are you kidding me? Do you want me to do that kind of small thing? Why did I cultivate you for so many years? When I attack, I can destroy the heavens and the earth and destroy planets … I'm really in seclusion right now, so I'll leave everything to you, including the descendants of the gods who walked out of the sealed battlefield. Go deal with them. "
Li Mu said, "I am not kidding. I am talking about serious business."
"I am not kidding. I really can't do it. "
"You are making all kinds of excuses. Are you already useless? After all, you have stayed on the earth in the Age of Chaos for so long. Will your foundation be damaged?"
"Get out."
Li Mu came out of the Randeng Temple in a mess.
A group of old men outside were waiting eagerly. When they saw Li Mu come out, they all laughed.
"Let's go to my house to eat fried noodles." Old Zhang was very enthusiastic.
When Li Mu was about to say "good", the old faker's voice came from inside. "The time for practicing mahjong has begun. One is missing three. Who wants to come quickly? It is overdue …"
"I will come." Old Zhang was the first to rush in like lightning.
Li Mu was a little confused.
"What about eating fried noodles at your house?"
The other old men also swarmed in.
Li Mu was confused in the wind.
"One is marked by the company one keeps. How simple and kind they used to be, but now they are infected by the old faker … Fortunately, I have already eaten the fried noodles I made."
Li Mu stood at the gate of the Randeng Temple.
Separated by the low mountain, the valley below, the buildings in the valley, and the Wei River below the buildings … Looking across the Wei River Valley, in the northwest, on a mountain range with undulating ridges, the Jintai Taoist Temple was ablaze with lights. It was one of the landmarks of Baoji City.
In contrast, the light from the incandescent bulbs in the Randeng Temple was really a little shabby.
Northwest, southeast.
They were facing each other from a distance.
Li Mu knew very well that if the old faker said he didn't care, he really didn't care.
Returning the sword, the Gate of the Ancient Ancestors, the descendants of the gods …
At present, in the chaotic situation, it seemed that he could only rely on himself.
"Damn it, why?"
Li Mu felt very wronged.
When he was about to go down the mountain, he suddenly thought of a very strange question. He turned around and asked, "I have always been curious. You are a Taoist. Why do you live in a Buddhist temple and worship the ancient Buddha in the Mahavira Hall instead of Ancestor Sanqing?"
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