Chapter 896 Under the Shouyang Mountain (Third Edition)

  The days of Fengshen Pavilion are still dull, and it has not changed because of the arrival of a great monk.

   Dazhou banned preaching and Buddhism, but he did not intend to kill the two, but only forbid the teaching of the Dharma. In fact, as long as it was not upright and bright, and a few people preached and preached the scriptures, Jingye Si would not pursue it to the end.

   In the final analysis, there are Buddhist practitioners in Jingye Si.

   "Master, do you want to pass on the little goddess?"

  On the fourth floor of the Fengshen Pavilion, in the main hall, Qiao Moke was holding a teacup, his face was solemn, and he didn't show any emotions, he just said lightly:

   "Don't you know that the emperor is making up his own 'new revision' to replace the old cultivator Buddha?"

   Eighteen years is not a long time, but the reform of the Great Zhou Dynasty has allowed other great sects, the emperor's jaw-dropping gazes to spread across the whole territory.

  The only thing that has not yet been implemented is the 'new revision' method, which is also the reason why monks and Taoisms are not banned in Dazhou.

   However, including Da Liang, Yuhua, and even other major sects, it is not clear that Da Zhou wants to usurp the 'new revision' method.

  In the eighteenth year, up to the emperor Long Xingyi, down to the practitioners above the golden elixir of the original seventy-two sects, all gathered in the Great Zhou Imperial City, and kept compiling 'new repairs' day and night.

   "Does the pavilion master believe in such a boast?"

   Hongtong put down the teacup, but he shook his head and laughed when he heard the words: "There are gaps in time, and there are faults in history, but few people know the origin of the cultivation of 'Buddha' and 'Dao'."

  Jomoko holds the cup and side ear to see and listen.

"The ancient chronology, with the establishment of the Emperor's Court as the first year, with the creation of the gods as the beginning, has reached 12,000 epochs up to now. However, among the epochs, the genesis is the shortest, the emperor's epoch, the ancient epoch, the demon epoch, the chaos epoch, and none of them. no longer."

   Hongtong's tone is flat, and he is familiar with the past years, showing the vicissitudes of life: "However, the Tao and Buddha have existed for a long time, but they will far exceed this number.

   If you want to open a new repair, why is Da Zhou? "

  The theory that Da Zhou wants to open a "new repair" is known to the whole world. However, including the Da Zhou Emperor Court, there are countless people who don't believe it at all.

   Even if there is a Daoist Hongxuan who is suspected to be in the realm of 'Creation' behind Da Zhou, it is the same.

   The reason is that Buddhism is immemorial, and it has never been cut off. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been introduced from generation to generation. It is the essence of the painstaking efforts of countless practitioners since ancient times.

  The real immortality, the way of transcendental sanctification.

  Since ancient times, there have been countless side gates, and Confucianism, which can really have a short-lived existence outside the Taoism, is also three points earlier, and there is still a sense of existence in Nanzhan. Looking at other continents, it is only a side gate.

   "Zhu Ji."

  Qiao Moke and others didn't care too much, but they were unconsciously attracted by what was revealed in the words, and their hearts were shaken.

  The first century, 129,600 years. According to legend, this number is the limit of longevity, and it is also the node of the exchange between the old and the new. The ancient gods and demons use it as the 'year'.

   In the eyes of gods and demons, human beings are no different from lavender, but they are only short-lived species that die every day.

   "The emperor's master is talented and talented, and he won't understand this truth. The reason why he does it must be with certainty."

  Jomoko was expressionless.

   He was talking about the Emperor, but in fact he knew very well that behind all this was the handwriting of his own teacher.

   "More talk."

   Hongtong rarely joined the WTO, and even less was a teacher, so he could not help but say a few more words, but then he was alert and lost his words, changed the subject with a smile, and said:

   "Ms. Huiguang is outstanding, and the little monk is incapable of accepting him as a disciple and spreading a magical power. It is not worth seeing a great talent."

   In the mansion for seven days, the red boy naturally not only lived, but also had all kinds of temptations. Although it was not absolutely certain, it was also 70-80% sure to confirm the identity of the 'Supreme Enlightened One'.

  The next step is to impart magical powers.

  All those who follow the Dharma, no one has surpassed their predecessors. He firmly believes that even the so-called 'enlightened ones' who are the last blessings of Buddhism's luck, once they receive the Dharma, they will never be able to threaten the Buddha.

   Even all practice will become the foundation of the Buddha's enlightenment.

   "This matter, let's not talk about it for the time being."

  Jomoko dropped the teacup, and he preferred to let his teacher guide his sons and daughters, rather than a wild monk of unknown origin.

   Although this monk seems unfathomable.

  Xi Yingqing didn't bother about the inheritance of magical powers. After Qiao Moke opened his mouth, he also said: "Seven days have passed, I wonder if the master has a way?"

   "This matter is difficult to say, and easy to say."

   Hongtong shook his head slightly.

  Jomoko frowned slightly: "How do you say this?"

   "At this time, easy is easy. As long as your son is willing, he can practice all kinds of dharmas at any time. It is difficult and difficult, how can he be willing?"

   Hongtong drank the tea lightly, and said confidently: "Your son has not spoken and cultivated for many years, it is not because of illness, but because he is unwilling, that's all!"

   Red Boy is very casual.

   He has lived in Sumeru for a long time, and is always in the center of the Buddha's eyebrows. Although his cultivation may not be stronger than that of a Bodhisattva, his vision is definitely not bad. Any illness, injury, or calamity cannot be concealed from his Dharma eyes.

   For seven days, while testing the identities of the two, he also took a look at the yellow-haired boy. Although he didn't care much, he could see the 'root of the disease'.

   But at this time his mind was not on that kid, and he didn't care whether he was arrogant or something else.

"How can this be?"

  Jomoko and Xi Yingqing looked at each other, first they didn't believe it, and then they were suspicious.

   These words are too easy to expose, so they don’t look like lies.

   "Yes or no, we will know later."

   Hongtong smiled and disappeared into the main hall in front of everyone's eyes.

  Rao is that both Qiao Moke and his mind were on him, but they didn't realize how he left Fengshen Pavilion at all, and they were shocked.

  hoo~

  Xi Yingqing casually pointed, like a water sword light had circled around the table and chair, and with a 'click', a dusty seed fell on the table.

   "This is the seed of supernatural power?!"

   Looking at that kind of look, Qiaomo Keben stopped walking towards that kind of look and looked back at his wife.

   Xi Yingqing groaned and was pushed outside the main hall by an invisible force.

   "Seed of supernatural powers!"

   Qomoco's words have not yet landed, and he has been pushed out of the main hall. He raised his head suddenly, and saw all kinds of gorgeous colors flashing by in the main hall.

   He didn't know what the seven colors were, but he had seen something similar to the seed of supernatural power.

  I saw it in the Skynet of God!

   "That monk is also a 'successor'?"

  Qiao Moke was in shock, but his guard against the monk went a little further. Just thinking about it, he heard his wife scolding lightly.

   looked up, but saw that his daughter had arrived in the main hall without knowing when.

   "Ci'er!"

   "Neinan!"

   The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the sun is hot.

   It is summer, the Northwest Road is like a steamer, the grass and trees in the mountains and plains are bowing their heads, and there are fewer pedestrians on the road.

   At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, there are surging crowds and the heat is in full swing.

  Shouyang Mountain is not considered a holy place of Lingshan, not to mention that Youzhou is not famous in the Northwest Road.

  It is only a thousand feet high. Although it is surrounded by mountains, there are few people nearby. Few sects have established sects here.

   Few people come and go.

   At this time, there was a sea of ​​people outside the mountains, and a city rose from the ground.

   "Here, when did there become a big city here?"

  Some businessmen in the past were attracted by the popularity to come to sell their goods, and when they saw the majestic new city, they were shocked:

   "Fall from the sky?"

   Building a city is not an hour, but building a big city is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Usually, the construction of a city takes years or even decades.

   But he clearly remembered that he came here last year, there has never been a city here, and for a while, he just thought he was dazzled.

   "Speaking of this 'mixed city' is incredible. It is said that a few months ago, a Taoist raised his hand on the top of the mountain, took off the meteorite, combined the mountains and rivers, and built this city overnight!"

   "What's more? Listening to the people in the city, they were clearly transported from hundreds of millions of miles away. In one night, hundreds of thousands of people were transported here. The magical power is amazing!"

   "Isn't it ignorant? If you know who the cultivator in the 'Shouyang Mountain' is, you won't be surprised!"

   "Is that the one? I heard that he came from a 'mixed sect', and now he returns, does it mean that he wants to rebuild the mountain gate?! With so many monks gathered together, do they all want to worship that sect?"

   In the crowd, there were monks who came and went talking, and when they talked about the Yangshan, they were all amazed, and some people were excited and gearing up.

   "Hongxuan Daoist!"

  Under the black cloak, the candle dragon walker was startled.

   He has been around in the world for many years, and of course he does not know the name of this Daoist Hongxuan. According to legend, this Daoist Hongxuan is suspected to have cultivated 'good luck', and he is Nanzhan, and even the number one powerhouse in the world today!

   "The Emperor of God is here, is it because he wants to suppress Daoist Nahongxuan?"

  Thoughts arose in Zhulong's heart, but he never found the aura of supernatural powers in the mountain, and he was immediately surprised.

  If God Emperor made a move, how could this place still be so lively.

   Coming from the lower realm of Guanjiehai, Zhulong originally thought that the God Emperor would detect him and guide him to go, but he stopped here for several hours, unable to wait for guidance.

  I have the intention to go and explore, but thinking of your Hongxuan Daoist, I feel a little apprehensive for a while.

   He was not good at fighting with his cultivation, not to mention that his cultivation had not recovered. Even when he regained his peak, he would not be willing to fight against the same level of powerhouses.

   After thinking about it again and again, he was still determined to be safe and stepped into the mixed city with a cloak~lightnovelpub.net~ I want to wait until the "mountain gate is wide open" to find out.

"Ok?"

   stepped into this newly minted mixed city, before taking a closer look, Zhulong's heart suddenly trembled, and he looked not far away:

   "that beggar"

  There, a beggar with disheveled hair fell to the ground and glanced indifferently at the passers-by.

   A beggar is not noticeable, even if there is only one beggar in this city, it will not make the candle dragon be moved.

   But the moment he looked at the beggar, his heart was shocked, and all kinds of memories rolled up.

   In a trance, I seem to see a giant mountain wrapped around its head and tail, its head into the sky, an inexhaustible ferocious, poisonous dragon!

"what's your name?"

  Lin Qianlong fell to the mud and looked at the passers-by blankly. Hearing this, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes brightened at first, and then dimmed, unable to hide his disappointment:

   "No, not you."

Goodnight everybody.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)