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Thunder disaster?

Thunder disaster!

"Is there no other way?" Yang Zhao asked hurriedly.

"If you can't even survive the thunder tribulation, why are you going to heaven?"

Zhao Zhi didn't say anything more: "From ancient times to the present, the activation of the teleportation array requires a large amount of spiritual energy. I, a little cultivator, don't have this ability. I can only wait for the first thunder tribulation."

"You can also use a large amount of incense to pry open the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. But as I said before, heaven is not a place where mortals can live."

Hearing this, Yang Zhao visibly wilted.

Things in ancient times cannot be traced back, but if news of landing on Venus comes out now, it will be recorded in the history of the world.

But after a change of thought, she became excited again.

Just because Yang Zhao himself is in the world of cultivation, Venus has been there since ancient times.

She just didn't believe that there would be no trace of the ancient heaven at all.

Venus has been there since ancient times!

"Uh, are there other gods in heaven?"

Zhao Zhi: "There have been a few, but they were all short-lived and could not last for thousands of years."

that's great?

Yang Zhao was stunned.

"Why can't they hold out for a few thousand years? Is the life span of gods only a few thousand years? Or did they all die in battle?"

"How is that possible? Generally speaking, after becoming a god, if the nation survives, the god will also survive."

Picking up the teacup, Zhao Zhi took a sip slowly, then sighed.

"But some gods can only die in battle."

what?
Yang Zhao, feeling that she was about to hear some ancient secrets, suddenly became alert. She widened her eyes slightly and waited for what was to come.

"Do you know why we monks are also called cultivators?"

"Discard the false and retain the true..."

Seeing that Zhao Zhi's expression was not right, Yang Zhao quickly changed the subject.

“That doesn’t seem right…hahaha…”

“It is not accurate to eliminate the false, but it is true to preserve the true.”

Zhao Zhi retracted his gaze, drank the tea that seemed to never end, and then spoke.

"Yang Zhao, listen carefully. You must remember what I am going to say next and pass it back to Chixian Shenzhou."

Looking at Zhao Zhi with a serious face, Yang Zhao could also explain his own expression.

"You say……"

"Oh, no, wait a minute."

Pulling out the Qiankun bag from his arms, Yang Zhao grabbed a handful of emergency traction beans and scattered them on the ground.

In a flash, four little bean men appeared on the ground.

"Now you speak, the five of us will listen and remember it well, and the four of them can pass it back after they have heard it."

The four little bean figures on the ground were still a little confused, but they did not interrupt Yang Zhao. They bowed and nodded in confusion.

"Haha, you're okay,"

"Listen, in cultivation, the most important thing is the word 'truth'."

"We cultivators must not only cultivate the truth, but also preserve the truth."

"There are three thousand great ways in the universe, true and false, illusion and fantasy."

"Both the real and the fake can become gods, but only the real can take root in the great way."

"Only the truth."

"This is not just about your cultivation, but also the truth of the people and the truth of this world."

In Zhao Zhi's words, becoming an immortal is no longer a difficult thing, but just the starting point of something.

But how to survive in the current identity for a long time, day by day, month by month, is the beginning of this period of cultivation.

"You have to find the truth for yourself, but the truth for the people involves the thoughts of all living beings, the laws of heaven, and incense."

It seemed as if the words had some extraordinary power. Zhao Zhi's body began to glow with rays of light, and an illusory splendor flickered from the sky, and a refreshing fragrance lingered around.

"The thoughts of all living beings can form heavenly rules to restrict all gods, demons and monsters in the world."

"The incense can fill the gaps, help people reach the divine position, and save them from the pain of cultivation."

"I have seen countless gods being born from incense and dying because of incense."

"What is missing is the truth of all living beings."

“When a god’s spiritual wisdom is blurred by the incense and he forgets his true self, that is when he dies.”

“When a nation forgets its own truth, that is when the land of the nation’s soul collapses.”

"In the vast universe, there are countless living beings, countless gods, and countless clan soul palaces."

"But once this 'truth' is lost, this nation will completely lose its existence in the universe."

"And the place where the ethnic soul exists, which depends on the ethnic group, will naturally disappear."

Zhao Zhi described the sky as falling and golden lotuses surging from the ground, but Yang Zhao, a liberal arts student who had studied for more than ten years, grasped the key point among all these strange phenomena.

Unconsciously stroking a small flower in the air, Yang Zhao began to feel doubtful.

This long paragraph of truth and falsehood sounds impressive, but every sentence emphasizes the role of "truth" and describes the "truth" as so impressive.

but……

Truth…what is truth…how can truth be preserved?

"You are real."

Yang Zhao was startled by Zhao Zhi's abrupt words.

It turned out that Yang Zhao asked this question unconsciously in a trance.

"You are real, I see you as real, I tell others you are real, but what I say may not be true. You in the mouths of millions of living beings may not be real."

“The gods are real, the people are real, the incense is real, but the gods the people worship may not be real.”

"Some gods, in order to attract worshippers, always add some deeds that they didn't have before."

"Such as the ancient demons were subdued, the country was stabilized, and the weather was good... These good things and good words can always gather the most incense from the people in the shortest time."

"But……"

Looking at Yang Zhao who seemed to be somewhat enlightened, Zhao Zhi asked softly.

"The common people do not know that the gods are lying. The common people are real, the incense is real, and the thoughts of all living beings are real. Then are the gods really not real?"

"Not true... not right..."

With eyes wide open, Yang Zhao stared closely at Zhao Zhi, whose figure was growing taller and taller.

"Gods are real, but gods are not real either!"

"When the thoughts of God and sentient beings conflict, there must be something false. You said that falsehood cannot become true."

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Zhi dispersed the strange phenomena in the sky and earth and asked with a smile.

"What would happen if the gods were not real?"

"Uh……"

Yang Zhao was a little unsure about this question, and his answer was like doing a reading comprehension test.

"Jiemie...died by himself?"

"Hahahaha, it's not that simple."

Zhao Zhi's figure gradually shrank and returned to its original appearance.

"The thoughts of all living beings will create a true 'true' god, and occupy the true god who sits on the throne."

"When a deity reaches that stage, there is still a way out if they can get rid of the false and retain the true in time, but it is often too late to turn back, and only one out of a hundred can survive."

"Such an immortal has already been possessed by a demon. Demons are fake and cannot last forever."

"But the demon has a very good appetite. It can eat all the creatures within a radius of 800 miles with one mouthful."

"There are causes and there are falsehoods, but the devil can never be full."

"It's hard to be rational when you're in a demonic situation. You always feel that things are inexplicable and unimaginable."

"By then, if He does not seek Nirvana on His own, then we will help Him."

Although Zhao Zhi spoke slowly, Yang Zhao felt uneasy. She couldn't help but think of the country of Lion Camel in Journey to the West, where the whole nation was eaten by the Peng bird.

"Help... help Him? How can we help...?"

Buddha captured Dapeng?
Looking at Zhao Zhi's slightly teasing eyes, Yang Zhaofu was moved and couldn't help stammering.

"Just... pure force... help?"

Zhao Zhi smiled and said, "If you can't do it, you can also send him to the front line. He will be enough to keep the demon busy for two days in front of the enemy."

"Uh……"

Raising his hand and touching the Taoist badge hanging around his neck, Yang Zhao felt a little cold all over.

After talking about all these high-sounding things, she actually discovered her own crisis from all these high-sounding things.

She has benefited a lot from this incense, but now she is told that this thing can also kill her.

Zhao Zhi: "Now you know how to protect the truth of all living beings."

Nodding vigorously, Yang Zhao already knew how the alien god died.

"For me, cultivation is not afraid of slowness, but one must not rush things and must not rely too much on incense, lest one be invaded by the thoughts of sentient beings."

If you don't talk too much and make people believe you, you may suffer the backlash from your followers.

"For a nation, it is natural to record history. The more authentic and detailed the history, the more it can ensure that civilization continues and the soul of the nation is not destroyed."

The reason why those foreign gods cannot live for thousands of years is probably because their nations do not remember history, resulting in the interruption of civilization and the collapse of the land of their clan souls.

Civilization has been interrupted, so in the people's mouths, the god has naturally changed from a male to a female, and from a deer hunter to a sheep seller.

In the end, all the gods turned into demons and did all kinds of messed up things.

"But……"

Yang Zhao hesitated: "Senior, look at my cultivation speed..."

In the past two years, countless people have praised her for her talent, but now this talent has become a thorn in Yang Zhaoru's side.

Her family knows her own business. Her cultivation level might... probably... maybe... was obtained by cheating with incense.

"Don't worry, your incense is separated by a fragment of the divine throne, so it is much safer."

Seeing Yang Zhao's uneasiness, Zhao Zhi rarely spoke out a word to comfort him.

"You are a person with great luck, so it is normal for you to practice a little faster."

Suddenly, Yang Zhao's eyes lit up.

"Senior, did you see a red light covering my head and a purple mist covering my body?"

"Hahaha, it's not that easy to tell."

Zhao Zhi tapped the little bean man next to Yang Zhao.

"You are the first among 1.4 billion people. As long as you can gather people together, you will naturally triumph over nature and be blessed with great fortune."

"Looking at the current situation, you have done very well. In the future, as long as you find your own 'truth' in your cultivation, you will not be far from the great way."

A feeling of joy slowly seeped out from the bottom of his heart and permeated into his bones and flesh. Yang Zhao felt warm all over.

"Hahahaha, that's how it is. I actually did it right before. I really do have some luck."

After laughing foolishly for a while, Yang Zhao came back to his senses.

"Senior, can the gods of other tribes also earn the position of gods in our tribe?"

"That's natural."

Zhao Zhi said: "But the position of our tribe's gods is always a few points lower than that of other tribes. It is not a good way out."

"Senior, can a non-existent god ascend to the throne?" Yang Zhao asked again.

"Yes, but such gods have no inheritance, no consciousness, and even no entity. The one who ascended to the throne is just a phantom."

Zhao Zhi reached out and tapped Yang Zhao.

"Just like you, the one who protected you and opened your meridians should not be a 'real' god."

"Then can we compete for this "Him"'s position as a god?"

"It's difficult." Zhao Zhi said, "It's difficult for millions of people to ascend to the throne of a god with inheritance, let alone one without inheritance."

"You mean, there is still a glimmer of hope?"

Zhao Zhi: “Yes”

"Hehe, hehehe."

Raising his head slightly, Yang Zhao pointed at himself, his face full of affirmation.

"When He protected me and opened my meridians, and when He protected millions of people in the Red Country and opened their meridians, He was already a 'true' God."

Her eyes sparkled, revealing a different look.

"Senior, there must be someone who can ascend to his throne."

That’s the Great Sage.

"Too."

Looking at Yang Zhao, whose face was full of rosy glow, Zhao Zhi nodded slightly: "After all, among 140 million people, there are always a few people with extraordinary talents."

"Now, let me ask you one last question."

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Senior, please tell me."

Zhao Zhi looked at her and spoke slowly, "Which of the conversations we had just now were true and which were false?"

true and false?
With his eyes lowered, Yang Zhao unconsciously stroked the Jiaolong Spear and fell into deep thought.

Time slipped away in silence. Yang Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Zhi intently.

"What you said was true, and what I heard was false."

"The vision you caused was false, the vision I saw was true."

"You are real to me, and I am fake to you."

"I am real and you are fake."

"Senior, am I right?

Zhao Zhi clapped his hands and praised: "Yes, the young are formidable."

After hearing the compliment, Yang Zhao felt a little embarrassed to ask.

"Well, now can you tell me how to fight for the throne?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, Zhao Zhi pointed with his finger.

"We may have to talk about this later."

"Ah? Who is so annoying..."

Turning his head along the direction of his hand, Yang Zhao saw at a glance that the sky outside the stone platform was filled with wind and sand, and yellow whirlwinds were rising. After a while, they gathered together with a rumbling sound and formed a huge tornado.

And the center of the tornado was the giant one-horned lion.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zhao became anxious. He shook his wrist, grabbed the Dragon Spear and rushed out.

"No hurries."

Zhao Zhi did not make any move. Yang Zhao, who had just stood up, felt like he was stuck in glue, unable to move at all.

"The storm was caused by the unicorn lion's scattered power. If a small golden pill like you gets touched, your skin will melt into ashes."

Yang Zhao mobilized all his spiritual power and struggled hard, but he was unable to move even a millimeter.

"But my brother is there, Senior, please let go and let me take a look."

"sit down."

With a thud, Yang Zhao sat back in his original position with his body stiff and his eyes red.

“Senior, please…”

"Why are you in such a hurry? This is the unicorn's power dissipation. If you can force him to dissipate his power, you can't underestimate your brother. Just wait."

The stone platform was calm and peaceful, without even a trace of wind.

Outside the stone platform, a tornado spread across the sky and the earth, and thunder suddenly sounded. Millions of tons of yellow sand were blown up by the wind, covering the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world had come.

Time passes by little by little, making people feel more and more unbearable.

It was unknown when the restraints were untied. Today, Yang Zhao was standing on the edge of the stone platform. His eyes were already covered with a layer of gold and he was just staring outside.

The two little bean men on the left and right raised their little hands and held her arms tightly, for fear that she would rush out on impulse.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the strong wind gradually died down, and sand fell like rain, making the surroundings seem somewhat quiet.

Unable to wait any longer, Yang Zhao rushed into the sand and rain.