What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 572 Germination (1)

The country of Ba is an ancient state hidden among the mountains and mountains in the southwest.

Mysterious and long history, this is the first impression of outsiders on Pakistan.

Yang Jian is walking on the road of Ba.

This is a narrow and steep path.

The Ba people built the city on the place where countless such trails converge.

Lift your head and look forward.

Among the mountains, the outline of a city gradually appeared.

That is 'Qingchuan' city.

The important town of Pakistan!
Yang Jian transformed into a warrior walking on a path with a bag on his back.

The Ba Kingdom was a state established by the descendants of the Xiahou Clan.

For millions of years, they have been living in the mountains on the southwestern border of Nanzhan Buzhou.

It has also been sticking to many remnants of the Emperor's era.

The Human Sovereign values ​​martial arts!
Therefore, within the territory of Ba, people who practice martial arts are especially respected.

Even, Ba people value martial arts more than cultivating immortals!
The art of martial arts, Qi and blood, here, not only has not declined like the outside world, but it has brought forth new ones and has a different charm!
When Yang Jian approached the city of 'Qingchuan', he only needed to look up, and saw the wooden villages in Qingchuan City, covered with various demon heads.

There are dragon heads as big as mountains, and ferocious tiger heads.

These are not only the evidence for the Ba people to show off their force, but also their method of defending the city.

Any monster clan will feel the desire to retreat after feeling the heads of those powerful clans that have been hunted on the heads of Baren City.

This is more effective than any large formation!
At this time, it was the annual Harvest Festival in Qingchuan City.

In the valley outside the city of Muzhai, tens of thousands of Ba people are gathering together, and under the auspices of the witch festival, the annual grand Nuo is being held.

From far away, one could hear Wu Ji's thick voice.

"The armor eats the fierce, and the stomach eats the tiger..."

The ancient language pierces through time, as if making people go back to the era when the Emperor Xia's clan ruled the Three Realms!

The Big Dipper is the frame, and the South Dipper is the frame.

Ziwei shines everywhere!

The prestige of the emperor is spread all over the world!
As a result, most of the vicious and evil spirits didn't even have the courage to show their heads!

The king of the emperor, patrolling the world.

If the evil is found, it will be eliminated!
Cut off their heads, tear their bodies apart, even extract their souls, mix them with flesh and blood, smear them on weapons, and paint them on the skin of their bodies.

Let Wang Shi's sergeant also use the power of evil to suppress Kyushu, it is unknown.

however……

After all, all that is history.

The Master of the Human Sovereign has long since perished, and the Jiuding has also fallen back to the ruins.

These people are just cheating.

Pretend that they are still living under the rule of the Emperor, and they can still be sheltered by the holy tree of phoenix trees and the nine tripods.

In fact, this grand Nuo has no effect!
The drought will still be a drought.

There will be floods or there will be floods.

There should be a disease, and there will still be a disease.

Yang Jian watched and listened from a distance, then got up and set off again.

He quickly approached the ceremony site of the Harvest Sacrifice.

Several local warriors who were patrolling outside immediately discovered Yang Jian, an outsider.

Immediately raised his weapon and stepped forward to intercept.

"Where did your honor come from, and where is he going?" The leader of the martial artist looked white-haired, but his blood was boiling like magma.

"I'm Li Erlang..." Yang Jian said the identity he had chosen for himself: "He is the son of the head of the Li family village, and he came to Qingchuan city to travel by his father's order!"

The old warrior listened, and the guarded look on his face gradually disappeared, but he still asked one more question: "Lijiazhai?"

"Yeah!" Of course, Yang Jian had already prepared all the excuses: "My next home is Zhangshan, five hundred miles away from here. Because all the fathers and bosses in the village are surnamed Li, they are named Lijiazhai!"

"Oh!" The old warrior nodded, and then asked, "Is your father the case of Li?"

Yang Jian smiled and shook his head: "Father Li Bing!"

The old warrior finally put down his guard: "It turns out he is the son of Li Bing!"

"Your father drank wine with me back then!"

So he let Yang Jian go.

Ba people are very wary of outsiders, but not very wary of their own people.

They are all the survivors of the Emperor, and they are all the subjects under the sacred tree of Wutong.

Even strangers are brothers and sisters!
Yang Jian knew this well!

Because, his teacher, Master Yuding, had been deployed in Bashu as early as Yin Shang Huiyuan.

For this reason, he even borrowed the ancient flag of the treasure pan from the sage in charge, and used his supernatural powers to move Yuquan Mountain to the area between Bashu.

In the Ba Kingdom and the Shu Kingdom, the Jade Cauldron Immortal in Yuquan Mountain has been operating for tens of thousands of years.

As the only disciple of Daoist, Yang Jian also participated in it.

Knowing this may be the basis for their master and apprentice to flex their muscles in the future.

It is also a land of luck that can breed kings!

As long as you fly into the sky and look down from a high altitude, you can know that this land of mountains in the southwest actually has a lot to offer.

Although there are many mountains in this place, since the Emperor Huiyuan, it has not suffered any catastrophe.

Regardless of the Pan Geng Expedition of the Yin Chamber of Commerce or the subsequent Great Tribulation of Conferring Gods, the Ba Kingdom was not involved.

After the catastrophe of Fengshen, some of the ministers of King Zhou who fled from Chaoge City also came here with the people who were loyal to King Zhou and established the Kingdom of Shu.

Therefore, the land of Bashu has recuperated for more than 100 million years!
The aura is dense in the veins of the earth, and the treasures of heaven and earth sprout in the mountains.

Now, what is lacking is to stimulate the luck here.

Let human civilization reappear in this forgotten land.

As long as the brilliance of Taoism shines in these mountains.

This place is bound to become a place full of treasures and outstanding people.

And the geography of this area is also very good!

The Bashui is upstream of the Han River and also the upstream of the Dajiang River.

Standing high, you can overlook the Chu State, Sui State, Chen State, and Cai State downstream.

It is also connected with Qishan and Haojing in the old days.

Once you control this place, no matter if you go south or go north.

It can let Taoism go deep into the Central Plains!

just now……

There is only one last question left.

How to make the people of Bashu and Sichuan recognize the new civilization, the new orthodoxy, and the new order.

To be precise: how to make the survivors of the Emperor of the Ba Kingdom and the survivors of the Yin and Shang Dynasties of the Kingdom of Shu accept the truth of the real Yuding.

This may be difficult for others.

But Chanjiao already has experience, and the lineage of Yuding is also in this land of Bashu, and has been operating for more than a million years.

Not long after the founding of the Ba Kingdom, the Jade Cauldron lineage has quietly started operations.

Up to now, the shadow of the Jade Cauldron has almost left behind the whole Ba Kingdom.

For millions of years, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of generations of Ba people have also been seen by Yuquan Mountain.

Now, it's time to harvest.

Yang Jian slowly squeezed through the crowd and came to the city lord who was watching the witch sacrifice under the grand Nuo stage.

The eyes on the forehead moved quietly.

The city lord, who was already old and had few lifespans, suddenly fell asleep in a trance.

Yuquan Xianshan quietly unfolded in front of the city lord.

The cranes come to the ceremony, the saints come and go, the celestial light gushes out, and the auspiciousness is endless.

In the depths of the valley, Daoist Yuding came riding a crane in white clothes and robes.

He came to the old city lord and sighed: "Fool! Fool!"

Seeing this, the old city lord knew that he had met a real immortal, and with a plop, he knelt down on the ground: "The immortal is above! The immortal is above!"

This city lord is naturally a carefully selected object.

A Pakistani nobleman who is afraid of death, afraid of death!
However, he has profound luck and is related to the royal family of Pakistan by blood.

……

Central Plains, Zheng Guo, Xinzheng.

The young Gongsun finally walked out of his closed palace.

The moment the door opened.

The servants and palace people outside the door could smell the fragrant orchid fragrance.

The nursery in the entire palace is also at this moment, as if returning to spring, and a hundred flowers are blooming for a while.

What is even more unbelievable is that a monster with endless auspicious light, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, fell from the sky and landed in front of Gongsun Qiao.

This monster has a body like a musk deer, a head like a goat, four hooves like a wolf, and its hair is as beautiful and rotten as a rainbow.

When he landed in front of Gongsun Qiao, he crawled down and wagged his tail like a domestic dog.

He even opened his mouth to spit out human words, and said: "Lin's toe, Mr. Zhenzhen; call for Linxi! Lin's determination, Zhenzhen's surname!"

Then he got down on the ground and motioned for Gongsun Qiao to ride up.

Gongsun Qiao was stunned, feeling that this fetish looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before?
But when I think about it carefully, I can't remember it.

Just subconsciously ride up.

The moment he rode on, some vague things rose from the bottom of his heart, as if they were things he should have known innately.

"So it is!" Gongsun Qiao said, "You are the son of Qilin!"

He remembered that he seemed to have had such a mount as well.

but……

when was that
Gongsun Qiao couldn't remember.

But there are more things in my heart, which are gushing out.

Make his blood boil!It also made him vaguely feel some kind of impulse.

When he reached out and stroked the unicorn under his crotch, he understood what he should do?
"I will take three thousand disciples, and I will get two out of seventy capable disciples!"

Gongsun Qiao muttered to himself.

"I should still teach without discrimination, teach according to my aptitude, and spread the teaching to all people, so that all poor people in the world can understand the truth!"

"My way... should be...benevolence!"

"Benevolence?"

"The benevolent loves others!"

"Ren! Kiss for benevolence!"

He raised his head: "Nowadays, the world is in chaos, Zong Zhou collapsed, evil spirits are rampant, and vicious evils are chaotic the world!"

"I should take 'benevolence' as a gift and teach the world!"

"Use 'benevolence' as the law, and punish those who are not benevolent!"

"Taking 'benevolence' as the keystone, the upper limit is for the gentleman, and the lower level is for the common people!"

"Make everyone happy, and everyone in the world will get something!"

As he said this, golden lotus blossoms instantly appeared on the palace courtyard walls and soil around him.

In the daytime, Ziwei starlight flashed by.

Gongsun Qiao's thoughts became more vivid, and he remembered more things.

"Taking benevolence as virtue can lead to long-term peace and stability!"

"Government with benevolence can reconcile yin and yang and make everyone happy!"

"Take benevolence as a courtesy, so that the old can be supported and the young can be taught!"

These things, these thoughts, these ideas, are like things he has thought about a million times, and he has witnessed the rise and fall of the world in a certain place for tens of thousands of years.

but……

Gongsun Qiao lowered his head, he couldn't remember when and where he had such an experience.

In the ears, there was a faint voice.

"Chu State... Yingdu..."

It seems to be an agreement a long, long, long time ago.

Gongsun Qiao didn't have time to think about it, the unicorn riding under him had already carried him, flew out of the palace, and flew to the outside of Xinzheng City.

There are hundreds of thousands of refugees fleeing from Jin and Song.

　The original plan today was to restore the [-]D.

　　As a result... a miscalculation!

　　I went to the dentist first, but the root canal treatment was not done because the tooth was still hurting. The doctor spent a long time hollowing out the tooth and stuffing it with some antiseptic, saying that it would be done next week.

　　Then...

　　Jianzheng is gone!

　　Fun people~ I like Jianzheng!
　　It feels like what happened in 16 is about to repeat itself.

　　Chicken game, who loves whose grandson!

　　Come, come, buy it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)