Chapter 473 Huang Ting Jing

The screen turns again.

Already far away from Lingshan Mountain and Leiyin Temple, we have come to a strange mountain. The mountain is not big or high, let alone majestic. It is just rolling hills and hills, somewhat similar to the Jiangnan of Nie Wushuang's previous life. landscape.

Beautiful mountains and clear waters, unique style.

There is a Taoist temple halfway up a hill. There is a plaque hanging on the door of the Taoist temple with three words written on it.

Huangtingguan.

It was a small Taoist temple. Inside the Taoist temple, Nie Wushuang saw the young Huang Di sweeping the floor in the front courtyard. He still looked like a teenager, but his eyes were a little older and more mature.

"This is when I was more than five hundred years old. I stayed in this Huangting Temple for five hundred years without ever leaving the house. I never stepped out of the gate!"

"At this time, I had been accepted as a disciple by that man. He took me on a donkey and traveled around the world. He sent me to Huangting Temple and asked me to practice on my own. If I feel that I can go out, then go out. !”

"During this period, he disappeared and went to an unknown place."

"After that, that donkey sent many people like me to Huangting Temple one after another, and they all became Taoists. Even the rules are the same. We practiced together and felt that we were already perfect and could no longer progress, or If you feel you are strong enough, then you can walk out!”

"It's just that after you go out, you can't look back. For the one who goes out, Huang Tingguan behind him will disappear and will never be seen again, as if it has never appeared in this world!"

Huangdi smiled bitterly.

"Among these people, my talent and understanding are not the worst at all, but I also belong to that category. After all, I have been a dementia child since I was a child. Even if I awaken my self-awareness and no longer be dementia, in terms of cognition and reaction There are still some problems.”

“Those companions all have amazing talents. Some have practiced eight or nine profound arts and their golden bodies are indestructible. They can transform into three heads, six arms and seventy-two, and their combat power is amazing. Some of them can summon wind and rain, sow beans into soldiers, invite thunder and thunder, and have great magical power. The practice of swordsmanship formed the original sword intention and produced a trace of the aura of the great avenue..."

"but me……"

Huangdi smiled.

"I'm not good at all. I practiced the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills for thirty years without any success. Then I practiced the Dharma again. However, I didn't have enough understanding. After practicing the Dharma for thirty years, I could only summon the wind and rain, and I could only bring in a gentle breeze, a willow breeze that didn't feel cold on my face. The rain that comes can only be drizzle and has no lethality at all. As for swordsmanship, I have no chance of it. Thirty years have only brought me..."

"It's okay not to mention it!"

"In short, at that time, I was a waste in the eyes of all my companions, a nobody worth mentioning. It was that old man with dim eyes who accepted me into the family. In fact, I was a shameful and generous existence that made people laugh!"

After hearing what Huang Di said, Nie Wushuang didn't know what to say.

This story is like the plot of an online novel about some loser's counterattack in his previous life. It was very popular for a while, and then became outdated for a while. It became an ancient setting and was despised. He had a friend who was an online writer. I once wrote a trashy novel, but unfortunately it was out of date at that time, so I ended up with a bloody head and a bloody head.

Yes, one autumn leaf in Bashan, I’m talking about you!

Practicing magical skills by mistake: Am I becoming the Monkey King?

The title of the book is a bit gimmicky, and the plot is not bad, but the third golden chapter is a waste of time and has dissuaded many people.

That's too far!

Nie Wushuang smiled bitterly, feeling as if he had been infected by the Yellow Emperor and turned into a nagging person.

"So, how did you do it?"

Although, I know that Huangdi cannot be a waste, even if he has achieved nothing even after practicing for ninety years, there will definitely be a counterattack later.

Nie Wushuang still did a good job of praising him and asked Huang Di.

"What else can be done?"

Huangdi smiled.

"I can only choose to give up and no longer practice those magical passages, but I don't want to leave just yet. Fortunately, there is a Sutra Pavilion in Huangting Temple, which contains many Taoist scriptures that do not involve any magical powers!"

"The Sutra Pavilion has become a good place for me to spend time!"

"When others were practicing Taoism and supernatural powers, I would read scriptures here. When some companions felt that they were invincible and stepped out of Huangting Temple, I was still reading scriptures. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in Huangting Temple, and they all went out and went down the mountain. went!"

"I'm still here because there are too many Taoist scriptures, as vast as smoke, and I haven't finished reading them yet!"

"In the end, I was the only one left in Huangtingguan!"

After the words fell, the screen turned again.

The Yellow Emperor in the picture put down his broom and appeared in the Sutra Pavilion. He took out a book and lay on a lounge chair in the yard very comfortably. There was a banyan tree above his head. The branches and leaves were as green as a cover, blocking the sunlight. sunshine.

He was lying on the couch, flipping through the Taoist scriptures.

"This is the last Taoist scripture. After reading it, I will have read through all the Taoist scriptures in the entire Sutra Pavilion..."

Huang Di smiled and said to Nie Wushuang.

"All the Taoist scriptures have been turned into words and entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness. It can be said that I have memorized them backwards. There is no point in reading them anymore. I don't want to leave Huangtingguan, so I was quite worried at that time, worried that I would not be able to find other things. Come to kill time..."

"That's not what happened!"

At this time, Huang Di in the picture had already turned to the last page of the Taoist Scriptures.

When he turned the last page, the words on the scroll rose up and hovered over the courtyard. Not only this Taoist scripture, but also those in the Sutra Library were like this. All the words escaped from the Taoist scripture, rushed out of the Sutra Library, and hovered in the void.

At that moment, Huangdi in the picture was confused.

Finally, these words hovered in the air and merged together, turning into three golden characters.

Huangting Sutra!

The next moment, these three words rushed down towards Huangdi, who was stunned, entered from the Baihui point on his head, and disappeared.

At that moment, Huangdi seemed to have become a different person.

All the stunnedness disappeared, to be precise, all the negative things related to humans disappeared from him.

The aura permeating his body was distant and ethereal.

In the picture, Huangdi made a Taoist bow to the sky.

Around him, the buildings of Huangting Temple slowly faded and disappeared. He gently waved his Taoist robe, and the rolling hills also disappeared.

At this time, a projection of a Taoist in green appeared in the void.

He smiled and nodded slightly to the Yellow Emperor below and then disappeared.

After that, the picture froze.

The Yellow Emperor looked at Nie Wushuang and said softly.

"Today, I will pass these three words to you!"

As soon as the voice fell, three golden characters, Huangting Sutra flew out from his forehead and landed on Nie Wushuang's forehead.

It disappeared in an instant.