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Chapter 572: I don¡¯t need to kill the Tao, the Tao is me!

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    "There are thousands of worlds hidden in my heart!"

    This is the road to heaven!

    Qiao Feng has been loyal to the Song Dynasty all his life. He has never done anything harmful to the Song Dynasty for decades after leading the Beggar Gang. If Tongtian wants to take action against the Song Dynasty court, how can the small court be his opponent?

    Qiao Feng did not want to see the Song Dynasty destroyed in one fell swoop. Although it was already bright on the outside and dirty and broken on the inside, Qiao Feng always believed that the Song Dynasty could one day be revived.

    But when he heard Tongtian's words, there was disappointment and sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed, but at the same time there was also a touch of strength, which was the belief he had always insisted on since he was born.

    He will feel sad for the Great Song Dynasty, but at the same time he also understands what Tongtian means. Is there more than one Great Song Dynasty in the world?

    Duan Yu was so smart that he immediately understood what Tongtian meant. Hearing this, he asked, "Master, are you going to pay a visit to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty?"

    Tongtian nodded.

    When Duan Yu saw this, his face immediately lit up with joy, but the next moment he became jumpy again, and asked cautiously, "Can I go to sleep on the dragon throne of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty?"

    Qiao Feng and A'Zhu were both startled when they heard this, with expressions of noncommittal expression on their faces.

    At this time, Zhong Ling stepped forward and said, "Do you think you can sleep on the dragon chair?"

    "Emperors from ancient times never have a good night's sleep." Wang Yuyan warned Duan Yu, "There is a magic power on the dragon chair. Anyone who is contaminated by that breath will inevitably lose their true nature one day. You'd better not touch it."

    "Okay, actually I have slept on the dragon chair a long time ago"

    Duan Yu didn¡¯t quite believe what Wang Yuyan said, mainly because their family didn¡¯t have a dragon chair. In his eyes, it was the same as an ordinary chair, and even more awkward.

    Tongtian saw what he was thinking and said calmly, "The emperor is the pinnacle of the world. We as Taoists will not be afraid of it, but you are destined to become a saint in the world. The emperor's way is beyond your reach."

    Duan Yu¡¯s Taoist roots are far less shallow than those of Zhong Ling and others. His mind is too detached and is not suitable for practicing Taoism. He also cares too much about gains and losses and cannot be as calm as water, so he cannot realize the Tao.

    Tongtian intended for him to enter the world of mortals and become a saint, just like an emperor in this world, but with less murderous energy and more Taoist spiritual energy.

    "Thank you for the advice, Master!" Duan Yu did not dare to question Tongtian's words at all, and went down the mountain after receiving the decree.

    Seeing Duan Yu's back disappearing into the mountain path, Qiao Feng couldn't help but sigh again, "Master, there is still something unclear about this subordinate."

    "What you don't understand is where your Tao calamity lies. You need to break through it, understand it thoroughly, and cultivate it." After the words fell, Tongtian turned and walked to the edge of the venue. Outside was the Kunlun Mountain shrouded in white clouds. He only heard Tongtian's words, "Just like this vast  Kunlun, the world cannot see or see through it, so they come to climb and explore it. Finally, it is known to the world, and it has become the supreme Taoist palace."

    Qiao Feng was not a reckless person. Although he still didn't understand Tongtian's instructions, he nodded and stepped aside.

    "You two will go to Xixia to preach in the near future. If you encounter any obstacles, you can take action." Tongtian gave Qiao Feng a decree to cultivate the Tao. If you don't cultivate, how can you get the Tao?  The key still depends on how Qiao Feng proves his path.

    Qiao Feng and Ajuwan did not expect that the leader would actually arrange a missionary mission for them. This was a great blessing to them!

    When the two of them heard this, they thanked each other again and again, and the gloom on their faces was immediately wiped away.

    Seeing this, Tongtian turned to look at Zhong Ling, Mu Wanqing, Wang Yuyan and the others, "Send a message to Biyou Palace and rebuild Yuxu Palace."

    The three of them understood and went their separate ways.

    For a moment, only Jiumozhi and Tongtian were left in the dojo.

    Looking at the vastness at the bottom of the mountain, Tongtian suddenly "coughed". The sound was just like the sound of an ordinary person coughing when they are sick!

    Jiumozhi was shocked when he heard the sound, and hurriedly stood up and walked over, "The leader"

    "It's no problem, it's just a Tao injury." In a sense, Tongtian's coming to the world is against his Taoism, but Tongtian's Taoism has surpassed the Dao of Heaven, and even the Dao of Heaven can't do anything to him.

    However, what he realized was the world of mortals, in which birth, old age, illness, and death, he had experienced everything. Human life was vague and indistinct. Countless stories gathered into one world. No one could stop anyone. How much time had passed by?  Story, how many traces there are.

    Now, Dao injuries are beginning to appear on his Dao roots, which means that he needs to enter the next stage.

    Sickness, old age, death.

    A blessing or a curse?  old?  Gone?

    These are things that Tongtian has never experienced before. Only by truly experiencing them can we understand them.?The life in those stories is the world of mortals.

    Tongtian raised his eyes and looked into the distance. There were vast clouds floating in the sky, just like the years passing away inadvertently. No one would notice. Only when a life comes to an end, will he look back and see where he came from, those who have walked by themselves.  traces of passing.

    Jiumozhi knew it in his heart, he had already experienced it, so he had a lot of insights into the world of mortals, and his deep roots in the world were unmatched by others.

    "The leader's magical power has merged with the sky, why not kill the Tao?!" Jiumozhi raised a topic that no one in this world dares to imagine.

    Tongtian smiled slightly and said, "I don't need to cut off the Tao, the Tao is my throne, and I am the Tao." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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