The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Huashan.

There is a straight and handsome peak somewhere. This peak is not only towering into the clouds, but also has a steep slope, which is daunting.

In a closed space inside the mountain.

Meng Jing sat cross-legged in silence with her eyes closed tightly. The magic power in her body was flowing through her meridians, constantly consuming the evil energy hidden in her internal organs, soul, and apertures.

After burning a stick of incense, Meng Jing's eyes suddenly opened. The moment he opened them, the originally sunny sky suddenly became clear and the sea of ​​clouds surged.

Meng Jing stood up slowly, and scanned his body with his spiritual consciousness, and found that all the violent energy in his body had dissipated into nothing. Even the violent energy that still existed had been refined by Meng Jing.

"I only absorbed a small amount of the violent energy from the past and present, but I had to sit in seclusion for a long time to refine it!" Meng Jing said to himself calmly: "If I had absorbed all of it into my body at that time, I'm afraid the consequences would be disastrous!"

At worst, the hostility may disturb the mind and be haunted by inner demons; at worst, the hostility may wipe out the consciousness and turn into a monster who only knows how to kill and kill.

Meng Jing recalled the scenes of his fight with Emperor Gouchen, and then sighed slowly.

Emperor Gouchen was indeed worthy of being the leader of the six wars. If Emperor Gouchen had not feared that fighting with him would seriously affect the safety of life in the three realms, resulting in too much karma, he finally chose to give up.

If Gou Chen chooses to insist on competing with Meng Jing and is determined to gain merit and luck, then the outcome between him and Gou Chen is still unknown.

At least Meng Jing couldn't guarantee that he would be able to defeat Emperor Gouchen, who could control all the hostility in the past and present.

Of course, Meng Jing is not afraid that his life will be in danger. After all, he still has a method yet to come up with, and that is... the King Kong Zhuo suspended in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Meng Jing's body became illusive, and she walked straight towards the stone wall, submerged into it and came directly to the outside of the mountain, looking at the blue sky and the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist.

"Both Ziwei and Gou Chen failed to rescue Tang Monk from my hands, so Heavenly Court will probably not take any more action!" Meng Jing thought to himself: "As for Buddhism..."

No more thinking about it, if the Buddhist sect relents, Meng Jing will not give up on it.However, Meng Jing estimated that Buddhists would not give in easily, after all, they also wanted to save face.

"Huh?" Meng Jing exclaimed, scanning the steep mountain peaks, and then said calmly: "I didn't expect this to be Huashan Mountain!" His eyes turned to the highest mountain peak, looking through the layers of space, locking on the fragrant mountain. temple.

Meng Jing stepped out and disappeared into blue smoke.

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Outside the ancient town at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

"Wow! Grandpa, look at that man! He looks like an official!"

Next to the ancient road, a girl was enjoying the shade under a tree. She pulled an old man who was resting against a tree trunk. The old man opened his eyes and saw a man in a red robe riding a white horse in the center of a group of more than ten people.

The man is tall and slender, as if he is attracted by the aura of the mountains and rivers. He is quite elegant, with an elegant and easy-going temperament between his eyebrows, and a jade pendant hanging on his waist.

The man's eyes were piercing, looking at the top of the extremely high and steep mountain, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

More than ten years!He returned to Huashan again.

This time he is not like the good-for-nothing scholar he once was. Now he is the number one scholar in high school and is about to enter the Hanlin Academy as an official. He is also appreciated by the king of Tang Dynasty. Prime Minister, he is a very popular minister, and his name will remain in history.

The No. [-] Scholar reflected the stunning beauty of the Huashan Goddess. He was very excited and his hands were trembling slightly with excitement.For ten years, he always dreamed of the Huashan Goddess, her voice that was not like a human being, her graceful body, and even in some absurd dreams, he worshiped the other couple and drank a glass of wine together.

Thinking of this, Zhuangyuan Lang couldn't help but gallop his horse and speed up in the direction of Huashan. The guards behind him followed him silently.

The mountain road leading to the top of Mount Huashan.

The champion man dismounted with the help of his attendants. He held the official hat steady on his head, patted the dust on his red robe, and looked at the long and steep mountain road.

"Shangguan, do you need to sit in a sedan?" A bearded attendant beside you said softly: "Huashan Mountain Road is steep and the sun is shining brightly. If you go up on foot, you will be extremely tired and your muscles and bones will be injured!"

"Well, you are right, get ready to get up the sedan!" Zhuangyuan Lang raised his head and squinted at Yaoyang, nodded and said in a deep voice: "Before going up the mountain, you first send someone to the town to buy tributes. I will need to offer incense to fulfill my wish. ! Remember! The tribute must be valuable!"

At first, Zhuangyuanlang planned to hike to the mountain to express his respect. Later, he considered that he might be sweaty and mentally exhausted after hiking to the top.I'm afraid this will damage my image in front of the goddess.

When Zhuangyuan Lang was enjoying the cool under the shade of a tree and wiping the sweat on his forehead, he suddenly saw two people appearing on the ancient road connecting Huashan Ancient Town, two monks to be precise.

One old and one young.

The old monk is holding a Zen staff and his clothes are shabby, but his expression is compassionate and his eyes are like an enlightened monk. The young monk next to him is carrying a tattered package and holding an old scripture in his hand, chanting the sutra as he walks. arts.

Seeing this, the No. [-] Scholar became interested and shouted loudly: "Sir, please wait!"

The old monk stopped walking up the mountain and looked calmly at the scholar beside the road. Seeing his gorgeous and expensive clothes and the many attendants around him, he couldn't help but frown a little solemnly.

"Donor, do you call me Lao Monk?" The old monk walked up to Zhuangyuan Lang and saluted and asked.

"Not bad!" Zhuangyuan Lang said, "Elder, you want to climb a mountain?"

"Yes! Master and disciples of Lao Na have traveled all over the world and have always heard that Huashan Mountain is steep and majestic. Now I pass by here and plan to climb to the top to see the wonders and beautiful scenery!" the old monk said seriously.

"I see. We are also going to climb a mountain. Why don't we go all the way so we can have someone to talk to?" Zhuangyuanlang smiled. He took some cakes from the attendant's bag and handed them to him.

The old monk didn't push it away. He took the cake and shouted to Amitabha to express his thanks.

"Master, Master! Why do I think there is a faint blood disaster between the benefactor's eyebrows? Why is this?" The young monk suddenly frowned and asked at this moment.

The countenance of the No. [-] scholar and his attendants suddenly changed. One of the attendants drew his sword and pointed it at the young monk, angrily yelling: "How dare you say that to your lord! Are you seeking death?"

The old monk was so frightened that he repeatedly covered the young monk's mouth and said anxiously: "Donor, this old monk is talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously!"

At this time, the Zhuangyuan Lang's face was livid, his eyebrows were twitching wildly, and he asked in a deep voice: "You two are monks, how can you still read fortune tellers?"

The old monk glanced at the pale young monk with a complaining look. The old monk sighed and said, "Monks don't lie. They only look at the gods to make ends meet! But my little apprentice is just a beginner. The donor must not take it seriously!" "

"Oh?" Zhuangyuanlang looked bad. He came with a desire, which was deep in his heart.

"I would like to know what kind of blood disaster I have suffered!" Zhuangyuan Lang said in a deep voice: "Elder, since you have the ability to read fortune tellers, why don't you tell me?" (End of Chapter)