After being a human being for three lifetimes, Bai Xingjian also learned a lot about the many rules of various factions in the world.

Generally speaking, a slightly more regular sect will not eat the same food and the same water when walking outside to avoid poisoning.

Unless necessary, meals, rest and other things are all divided into shifts.

Avoid being taken away in a stolen manner.

If you only rely on Shixiang Soft Jin San, it is unlikely to defeat everyone.

Moreover, from the original form, the six major sects were captured, and more often after a fierce battle.

This also shows that they are unlikely to be taken down by Shixiang Soft Jin San, and they may be defeated and then fed Shixiang Soft Jin San.

If this is the case, it is almost impossible to defeat all sects and sects with the strength of the Ruyang Palace. There must be strong external forces.

If he had expected it was not bad, Tibetan Tantra should have been involved in it.

After pondering for a moment, Bai Xingjian waved to Guan Changsheng, whispered in his ear for a while, and said something.

When Guan Changsheng heard this, his eyes flashed with a shiny light and he nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, the master, I know what to do."

"Very good. If you have any, remember to notify me in time. Don't be careless. Whether it is success or failure depends on this time." Bai Xingjian said seriously.

"yes."

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The wealth in Shu was rich, and relying on the waters of Dujiangyan and Minjiang River, the Chengdu Plain with fertile land was created for thousands of miles.

With the barriers of the surrounding mountains, this place can be regarded as a paradise on earth compared to other places where the world was stormy in the Mongols and Yuan dynasties.

Although it cannot be said that people live and work in peace, their living standards are significantly higher than that, at least they will not be starved or corpses floating everywhere on the road.

People's faces were not sallow, but they were a little bit red.

When familiar voices like "Guawazi" and "Ge Laozi" were heard into his ears, Bai Xingjian's expression was complicated.

It is said that he suddenly realized that he was a different life. Isn’t he really a different life now?

With a complicated mood, Bai Xingjian slowly walked towards Qingcheng Mountain.

This time, he didn't go back to Qingcheng Mountain to commemorate him. Since he guessed that the original Chinese Tantric Buddhism might have taken action, Bai Xingjian has traveled all the way to the west, intending to go from Sichuan to Tibet to find out the truth and reality.

After all, no matter how many disciples of the Beggar Gang are spread all over the world, they will never reach the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

There is the territory of Tantric Buddhism, there are no beggars, only serfs, and no beggar can survive there.

However, since you have entered Shu, you must go to Qingcheng Mountain.

Today, Qingcheng Mountain is more than a hundred years away from Qingcheng Mountain where he used to be.

A hundred years, it is not long to say it is not short to say it is not short.

It is said that the green mountains are still the same. Qingcheng Mountain is still the Qingcheng Mountain in the world. All kinds of scenes in the mountains seem to be reappearing yesterday in front of Bai Xingjian.

The tall green pine trees and green cypress trees, the endless pine waves and valleys.

In Bai Xingjian's view, these familiar scenes are no different from each other.

To put it simply, a hundred years have passed since the age of seventy, and it has been a cycle of generations.

How can those familiar buildings in Qingcheng Mountain be either thatched eaves or grass houses or mountains and forests?

The old shadows of the Songfeng Temple in the past have not yet appeared.

At least, the founder of the Qingcheng School, Chen Tongwei, the founder of Chongyizi, is still far from the founder of the Qingcheng School.

As for the Qingcheng Sect on Qingcheng Mountain today, it is just a small sect and not even comparable to the Wufeng Sect, so it will naturally not be recognized by Bai Xingjian.

Standing on the former site of Songfengguan in the future, Bai Xingjian stared at the pine waves that he had seen many times, and looked at the flying clouds in the distance, and before he knew it, he was completely immersed in his mind.

The green peaks are beautiful, the plants and trees are green, and the secluded green city is close to you.

Bai Xingjian stood on a bluestone about a meter in the radius. The clouds and mist were shrouded in front of him, the breeze was whispering slightly, and a bamboo stick in his hand swayed left and right, just like willow catkins in the wind.

Just as the bamboo stick swayed left and right, his breathing slowed down, and his whole body seemed to be integrated into this forest.

The breath is there or there is no, it exists or there is or there is no end, the mind is empty and bright, the heavens and man are in harmony, and the sun and the moon are blended.

In his breathing, Bai Xingjian fell into a mysterious state.

As he breathed and breathed, a trace of the clear air of heaven and earth continued to penetrate through his pores, cleaning up muscles, bones, and internal organs.

The magical power of the Crane Ridge in the body was also rapidly operating at this moment.

As Bai Xingjian's body was operating faster and faster, his breathing, pulse, and blood flow became slower and slower, and the aura emitted by his whole body became less and less.

In a trance, Bai Xingjian seemed to have become a stone sculpture on this bluestone. The half-green and non-yellow bamboo stick in his hand exuded a faint vitality at this moment.

As time goes by, a special change begins to occur in Bai Xingjian's body, and a glimmer that is hard to see on his naked eyes is flashing from time to time.

If someone observes carefully, he will find that his whole body seems to be still, but his body is undergoing various slight changes, his skin is like jade ice, his flesh is pure, his bones are like jade, and his crystal clear.

The scene of immortals in Taoist classics appeared quietly on him.

Although it is not as magical as the legend, anyone who sees this scene can't help but think of those four words.

Ice skin and jade bones.

Bai Xingjian stood for three days and three nights. Over the past three days, his breath became less and less.

My mind was in a daze, ethereal and selfless, as if I had forgotten everything, strands of spiritual consciousness kept flowing, and various changes were naturally without any intention.

On the evening of the third day, the sky was already dark, and a black cloud slowly came to the sky. Looking around, the mountains were vast, the shadows were heavy, and the creation of heaven and earth, and the magical crafts of nature were all in front of you.

At this time, a girl walked out of the forest, with a thorn hairpin and cloth skirt, like a poor country girl with dark face, swollen and concave skin on her face, and was extremely ugly, but her eyes were quite energetic and her figure was also slender and slender.

When walking in the mountains and forests, his steps are like the wind, and his light body skills are very good.

The girl looked up and saw Bai Xingjian standing on the bluestone and looking into the distance. Her face showed a look of surprise.

At this moment, a drizzle fell from the sky.

The girl was startled and moved a little faster. Looking at Bai Xingjian who was still standing on the bluestone, she couldn't help but shout.

"Hey, it's raining. Why don't you find a place to shelter from the rain? Why are you standing there stupidly?"
Chapter completed!