Journey to the West: Heavenly Creation

Chapter 57

The old man pointed with his finger, and the clouds and mist in the distance suddenly dispersed, revealing a vast world.

The 33 pieces of bamboo slips stand up to the sky and go straight into the sky.

Above, in the depths of the clouds, there is a bit of hazy starlight, like a distant Milky Way; below, there are veins of various colors, faintly forming mountains, rivers and lakes.

The meandering veins are like the huge root system of a thousand-year-old tree, meandering out for an unknown number of miles, constantly absorbing nutrients from the depths of the ground, exhaling the old and absorbing the new.

The building of Lingzaosi is like a palace, located between layers of bamboo slips and mountains and rivers.

One could vaguely see the figure of Master Huang Long pacing in the courtyard, but it was as small as a grain of sand.

"This old man imitated the Heavenly Court's system, but found a different way, was ingenious, added countless whimsical ideas and mystical techniques, and vowed to create a magical Heavenly Court."

"Before this, because of the lack of luck blessing, it was just a mere appearance. Now with the "Record of Good Fortune", this opportunity is enough to fight against the heavens. The heavens canonize immortal officials as the foundation of immortality. You canonize The magic weapon has the same effect!"

"All the magic weapons sealed by the Good Fortune Record are like the stars in the sky, blessing luck, and the more abundant the spiritual veins below, the more benefits they can provide,"

The old man chuckled, "There are mysteries of cyclic metamorphosis between the heaven and the earth. This knowledge is too complicated for you to understand now."

Well, I can't understand it!
Layman Jingxuan shook his head. These huge and complex knowledge systems are too much beyond his own cognition. If we continue to think about it, I am afraid that materialism and relativity will collapse.

"Tell me first, where have you been these days? You are so old, you still play and run away from home, do you know that this secretary is very worried about you?"

"Old man, I am traveling all over the world, where do I want to go, and I have to report to you?!"

The old man disdained it, but he suddenly lifted his spirits, "Someone is building a magic weapon, and the method is so mysterious that it has never been seen before. Come on, watch it!"

"What are you observing? That's my spiritual pet, Niao Niao, creating the Canglong Seal for my teacher!"

……

In the Lingzao Division, Niaoyou had enough rest, gracefully picked up a piece of mung bean cake with two fingers, and put it in his mouth to taste.

At the same time, he sucked in his nose and drained the luck of a small green tripod next to him, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Canglong Seal, Canglong... Canglong!"

As Niaoyou said, she put her hands together in front of her chest, and when she opened them again, it was like magic, pulling out a yellow-orange jade dragon.

Huang Longyu in her hands is like the dough in the hands of a noodle master, but the dough is very spiritual, and it hovers in the air, making a slight dragon sound.

"Seeing that you are the teacher of a layman, it's not a big deal to get one or two out of countless spiritual veins for you just to make it easier for you!"

While speaking, she tapped and groped with both hands on the ground, and suddenly poked and retracted, and pulled out a pale gold spirit vein as thin as a hair from the ground.

"what!"

In the dream of snow and fog, the old man exclaimed, with a pained expression on his face,

"Little girl, how dare you pluck the wool of the spirit!"

"There are countless spiritual veins in the Department of Spirit Creation, so if you pick one or two, it's fine!"

Layman Jingxuan said very boldly, anyway, these spiritual veins are all for nothing, so I don't feel bad.

"Hmph! Each of these spiritual veins is carefully arranged by the old man. They seem inconspicuous, but they are actually as mysterious as the meridians. Forget it, since you want to take away the spiritual veins, leave some good things behind!"

The old man's hands are like butterflies piercing flowers, making mysterious Dao seals one after another.

Different from the buddhist handprint of the little star master, the old man's handprint focuses more on subtle fingering changes, twisting all ten fingers into twists.

"Swipe, brush, brush!"

A few flashes of spiritual light shot out from Niaoyou's body, and while she was drawing out the underground spiritual veins, the old man was also "plucking wool" from her body.

"what?"

Curly exclaimed in the same pain, "Who is extracting the spiritual power of this palace? Give it back to me!"

She slapped her hands behind her back vigorously, trying to break free from the old man's restraint.

The wrestling between the two was only for a short moment.

"Snapped!"

The threads of light broke in the air at the same time, Lingzaosi's spiritual veins lingered in Niao Niao's fingers, and the old man snatched an equal amount of spiritual energy from her.

No one suffers!
"Oh~ I've lost it, I've lost a lot of money, damned Layman Jingxuan!"

The curling cries were still echoing in the air, but Huang Longyu suddenly became angry, opened her dragon's mouth to reveal her fangs, and swallowed the spirit vein in her hand in one gulp.

"Ang~"

The resounding dragon chant resounded through Lingzaosi, and tiny streamers of rain fell from the sky.

Huanglong soars into the sky, and Canglong prints.

In this kind of vision, dense light energy also rose from the underground of Lingzaosi, but everyone thought that this was the vision of Canglongyin's present world, and they paid no attention to it.

Daoist Huanglong and Huanglongyu are connected by blood, at this moment he felt something, the figure chasing the wind and electricity leaped into the sky, waved his sleeves, and held Huanglongyu in his hand.

Keep this fixed shape for as long as 3 minutes.

"Qing Yuan, is the painting finished?"

At the end, Huang Long held his head up and asked Qing Yuan below, this is a historic scene, he needs to have a vivid and vivid record.

"It's ready!"

Qing Yuan handed over the drawing paper in his hand.

"However, the angle doesn't seem very good, real man, how about we change the angle?"

"Exactly what I want!"

Daoist Huanglong stood at the gate of Lingzaosi, holding the wall with one hand and the Canglong Seal with the other.

Daoist Huanglong sat cross-legged in mid-air, with his hands clasped in the air, and the Canglong seal was suspended in the middle.

Daoist Huanglong stood in Guantao Pavilion, staring into the distance, the outline of Huanglong's seal flickered on the water surface, condensing a faint glow.

Daoist Huanglong stood among the senior brothers, holding the Canglong seal in his hand, all the senior brothers showed envious expressions...

"Junior brother, you are almost done!"

Guang Chengzi rubbed his sore neck.

"Is it interesting to make us look like bumpkins who have never seen the world?"

Qingxu Daodezhenjun has always been the most taciturn, and he couldn't help it at this time.

"Hold on, and draw a few more pictures!"

Daoist Huanglong is shameless and continues to pose like a star.

All the golden fairies dispersed together and angrily reprimanded,

"The magic weapon is used for fighting, why don't you try it with my Heaven-shattering seal?"

"No comparison!"

Master Huanglong looked serious, "What if it breaks?"

If so, Master Huanglong tossed and tossed all afternoon.

At night, it calmed down a little.

But everywhere in the Lingzao Division, he can be seen walking around with a magic weapon in his hand.

Bright as a giant firefly.

"Master!"

Layman Jingxuan trotted and caught up with Master Huanglong.
"Master, this Canglong seal is also done, why don't we pay homage to the teacher?"

"You have to go back to Yuxu Palace for the apprenticeship ceremony, and you have to pay homage to the patriarch. Besides, don't you have to compete with Jubao Pavilion?"

"Jubao Pavilion has withdrawn, no more competitions, anyway, they will lose,"

Layman Jingxuan pondered for a while, and said cautiously,

"The apprentice thought about it, and just took the opportunity of apprenticeship, so he respectfully sent the master and uncle and uncle back to Yuxu Palace."

"What do you mean?"

Master Huanglong finally put away the Canglong Seal, turned his head and stared at Layman Jingxuan.

He didn't doubt that the apprentice wanted to drive him away. After getting along for so long, they got to know each other very well.

"On your side, are you going to start doing something? The masters and uncles are here to help!"

"No, if you are here, the enemy will not dare to come at all!"

Layman Jingxuan quickly shook his head, "Master, you also believe that the apprentice is capable of handling his own affairs, right? What's more, I still have the eight-life cloud disk bestowed by the master. Even if it is the worst result, it is nothing but death Resurrection."

"No, I don't believe it!"

Master Huanglong said earnestly, "It's not Master who hit you. In the Department of Spirit Creation, who can you beat? Except those two little heavenly soldiers who herd sheep."

Layman Jingxuan widened his eyes.

Master, you really underestimate me, don’t you?
"That Qing Yuan, I can definitely make him cry!"

Master Huang Long expressed his doubts with his eyes, "If you have to say that, try it?"

(End of this chapter)