Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 114 Tianlong's national fortune is obvious, all parties are shocked, and the fairy gate is suspicious

"It's really the fate of the Great Flame"

Raven Saint Yin Nanyu looked into Tianqiong's eyes, and murmured in disbelief.

My heart is extremely puzzled.

Isn't the Great Yan Dynasty already dead?
As far as she knew, three years ago, the world was in turmoil and soldiers were in turmoil. Since the battle of crossing the river, the great flames have been exhausted.

Xia Wang is known as a million-strong army, and his troops are extremely powerful. Under his command, there is a unparalleled female commander who leads the army to conquer Yandu, surrounds the entire palace, and kills all the royal families.

The city of Yan was broken, and all the places looked down on the wind. Even if they had the strength to resist, they were all suppressed by the Great Xia army.

After a year, it subsided.

In other words, Dayan's destiny is dead.

But the silver-scaled dragon in front of him is indeed a symbol of the fate of the Great Yan.

It is rumored that more than 800 years ago, the immortal road to Feisheng was cut off, and a catastrophe happened. The luck of the human race declined, and many immortal sects fell.

It was at this time that a ruthless man was born out of the sky. Rumor has it that a human immortal came to the world, only to slay the catastrophe. Taizu.

Taizu Dayan led the Immortal Sect, and returned to the world a bright future, and the Immortal Sect regained its vigor.

Taizu made a rule that the immortal sect governs the Lingshan Mountain, and the Great Flame governs the secular world. If there is no change, they will not interfere with each other.

So sure, it is hundreds of years.

Since then, Dayan's national destiny has been the Silver Scaled Heavenly Dragon.

Now it seems that the flames are endless.

The raven saint Yin Nanyu thought blankly.

"Boom!"

The wind and clouds in the sky and the earth were turbulent, and the golden Lin-shaped clouds covered the sky with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Accompanied by crackling crackling thunder.

A winding body leaps across the clouds, a silver-scaled sky dragon swoops down from the golden vortex, and dragons chant!
Longan is a pair of golden vertical pupils, shining with flames, and the silver scales are shining in the golden sea, and they are still evolving.

The golden rays of light intertwined, giving birth to a huge blazing sun, which crazily devoured the surrounding aura.

In an instant, Juyang and Tianlong appeared at the same time, turned into Yin and Yang, and slowly landed on Zhao Huai's body.

At the same time [Shaking the Dragon's Destiny] Zimang in the Sea of ​​Consciousness soared, covering up the secrets of this side, and escorting him.

Zhao Huai was bathed in the vast sea of ​​gold, no one could spy on him.

above the sky.

A disciple of Wangxianzong swallowed his saliva and said in shock, "Two ways, it's actually two visions!"

When the sheep-bearded old man saw the vision of Lieyang, he was also a little startled, and said in surprise: "It is recorded in the ancient books that the ancient immortals usually have multiple visions in the golden core realm. This turns out to be true!"

He was astonished, and only felt incredible in his eyes.

This is the first time he has seen such a scene!

"Elder, what are the effects of these two visions?"

The fierce man holding the black and yellow gloves before came to the old Taoist side and asked curiously.

His realm is also close to perfection, and the formation of alchemy will soon be something he has to face.

The sheep-bearded old man slowly explained: "After the monks arrived at the golden core, they naturally got rid of the shackles of the spiritual roots. The cultivation depends entirely on the quality of the golden core. The more the golden core turns, the faster the practice. , determines the speed at which a monk absorbs spiritual energy."

"The speed possessed by the two visions must be extremely terrifying. The future of this child is limitless. In his lifetime, he may be able to aspire to the highest seven-rank golden elixir in the current practice world."

"With the blessing of destiny, it is not impossible to reach the eighth round."

As for the legendary Ninth Turn, the sheepbeard old man didn't even dare to think about it.

If it reaches the ninth turn, maybe in the future, it will be able to step into a realm that no one asked about 800 years ago.

After listening to the elder's narration, the fierce man's eyes were a little dull.

Although the vision in front of him is still evolving, his mentality is different.

His name is Chu Longxiang, and he is known as the most gifted among the younger generation of Wangxianzong.

The Heavenly Spirit Root, which is rare in a hundred years, caused the major sects to fight for their scalps. After careful consideration, he entered the great sect of Wangxianzong.

He lived up to expectations, and after decades of hard work, he stood at the pinnacle of the world.

He was even bestowed with a personal magic weapon by the suzerain himself, and also said that breaking through the golden elixir was easy for him, and it was extremely hopeful to win the Nascent Soul Transformation God.

Unexpectedly, today I met an even more monstrous guy, witnessing a change unseen in a century.

What absurdity!

How is this possible?
Standing in the void, Chu Long couldn't believe the scene in front of him was real.

Although Tianlong is a phantom, its power is unrivaled, and it even affects the sky!

The vision in Zhao Huai's body was just an introduction, but this introduction made the Great Yan Tianlong Guoyun, who had been sleeping for several years, slowly wake up, open his eyes, and turn over, and the invisible movement gradually spread to the entire Great Xia world.

"National Luck has recovered!"

Looking at the shadow of Tianlong, the old man in the Confucian robe actually had tears in his old eyes.

He waited for three years, and these three years seemed to be a joke made by God with him. At this time, the hope in his heart was ignited again.

Even Zhao Huai himself could not have imagined that when he stepped into the mysterious level of Dan Zhuan Fate, his increasingly majestic luck would unintentionally awaken the Dayan National Luck that had been sleeping in the Zhongzhou Continent.

The moment the Tianlong National Fortune in Zhongzhou was awakened, all the people in Daxia, from wealthy businessmen, officials, and scholars, down to farmers, pawns, and sergeants, were all stunned for a moment, just for a moment.

Then it went back to normal, and then what to do.

Most of the people didn't know what happened, and they didn't realize why they were stupefied just now.

In an ancient city in the south of the Yangtze River.

blacksmith shop.

"Ding Ding!"

A middle-aged blacksmith was holding a hammer and knocking on a fiery red sword. The walls beside him were filled with all kinds of weapons.

The blacksmith looked serious, with piercing eyes, a hulking back, a full face of steel beard, a pair of muscular shoulders covered with twisted muscles, covered with shiny sweat stains.

Every time it is struck, the spiritual power radiating from the whole body will be splashed once, and the forged hot sword will be cooled in the century-old mysterious water.

"Zizi!"

A large amount of steam diffused out, blocking the view.

A sharp sword was instantly cast.

Suddenly, the middle-aged blacksmith stared at his favorite work, and was stunned for a second.

Then he frowned, as if he had sensed something, and the blood in his heart seemed to feel something.

He raised his head, stood by the window, looked in a certain direction, and laughed loudly:
"Hahaha! My flames are endless!"

"Brothers everywhere should feel it too."

Looking at the things in the back of the shop for the last time, he smiled excitedly.

"This Zhongzhou is still my Great Flame's world after all."

In the depths of the shop, there is a whole set of Yang Chi jade armor, tiger head and shoulder armor, a silver dragon tattoo on the chest, and a dragon-head black spear erected beside it, exuding a mysterious luster.

Great Xia capital.

The terrifying vision quickly attracted the attention of Tiansi Supervisor. Their job was to observe the astronomical fortune at all times, and record the information in the history books by using the superficial qi-watching technique.

They stared at the majestic luck in the south, the heavenly dragon and the country's luck presented in the sky, their eyes widened, and they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Eyeballs are popping out.

This is the fortune of the Heavenly Dragon!
They know what it means!
Tianlong is the totem of the Great Yan Dynasty, and it has been passed down for hundreds of years. They also lived under the rule of Great Yan, and basically no one knows about it.

I want to report to the emperor immediately!
Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Covered by bead curtains, the Liuli imperial table was full of memorials. The young and scheming new emperor rubbed his eyes, looking exhausted.

Since Yu Yunping ascended the throne, he has been sleepy all night and worked hard every day, and he didn't even go to the harem.

He regards what his father did as a counterexample, and thinks that it is a taboo to abandon the government.

So the weekly court meeting was changed to once a day.

And it doesn't matter how big or small it is, just ask in person.

Although it was tiring, he enjoyed it.

Isn't this what I yearn for?

The Great Xia has settled down, and the famine in the south is also being relieved by the government. He deliberately laid off many redundant troops in the northern and western borders, and all the extra food and salaries were used for disaster relief.

In addition, the palace reduced clothing and diet, and abolished many complicated etiquette and customs, all in order to save money.

Everything is getting better, and under my own hands, Great Xia will surely return to prosperity.

Lying on the soft bed, I thought about it with relief, and then planned to take a nap and rest for a while.

Suddenly, there was a buzz in my mind, and a dragon chant sounded.

Yu Yunping suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately sat up, his eyes were sharp, how could he still be half sleepy?

He opened the wooden window and looked to the south, narrowing his eyes slightly.

I saw above the Daxia Palace.

A skinny red-eyed golden dragon suddenly appeared, coiled above the capital, facing the south direction, and roared towards the sky.

That look, it seems that his sacred authority has been violated, and he is demonstrating against him.

Looking at the majestic dragon luck in the south.

Yu Yunping couldn't help but gasped, and couldn't help being shocked.

"This is... Great Yan's national destiny, Yinlin Tianlong!"

"how is this possible!"

When he invaded the capital, he watched all the royal family be beheaded with his own eyes!
How could it be done again!

Yu Yunping couldn't believe it in his mind, but at this moment, Daxia Guoyun could clearly feel that in the south, there was indeed a real dragon, Guoyun was rising slowly.

He doesn't want to admit it, but it does exist, and the luck on this dragon is extremely majestic, and it has existed for a long time.

As soon as he thought of this, he shouted angrily:
"Bastard!"

"I am the real dragon emperor!"

"The remnants of the Great Flame are still not giving up!"

Yu Yunping clenched his fists tightly, his chest was burning with anger.

"I originally thought that now that Daxia is stable, the biggest hidden danger is outside, but I didn't expect it to be inside Daxia."

As the son of Daxia, Yu Yunping has a very keen sense of the fate of the country.

As long as there is a little noise, it can't be hidden from him.

"Your Majesty, the officials of Tianjian Division are asking to see you."

The chief eunuch serving the emperor walked slowly into the door and said softly.

"Let them go."

Yu Yunping said angrily.

"Yes."

The head eunuch could not help but sweat coldly on his forehead, and he did not know why His Majesty suddenly became angry.

"Hold on."

Turning around to leave, he was called again.

Yu Yunping gritted his teeth and said: "Send the decree, notify all the ministers, and hold a court meeting!"

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid this is the time," said the chief eunuch with a worried expression.

"Hundreds of officials must be present, and offenders will be severely punished!"

"Yes!"

The chief eunuch got the order, and immediately left the palace to summon the entire supervisory department.

Yu Yunping leaned against the wooden railing of the window, and said with deep eyes:
"In this world, there can only be one dragon."

Lingshan.

The Promise Immortal Sect.

The white mist is boundless, the cranes are beautiful, the mountains are winding, and under the sky, there is no limit.

Beside a fairy pond, there is an old man in a bamboo hat, fishing quietly, and there are a few seemingly inconspicuous small fish in the straw hat next to him.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that these small fish look quite strange.

One of them was actually the jade-eyed green jellyfish that was caught last time, but for some reason, it turned into the miniature one it is now.

The changes in the world caused his calm eyelids to lift slightly.

"Recently, the secular world is becoming more and more chaotic. First, the old and the new are changing positions, and then the two dragons are fighting for the destiny. When will it be the head."

The old fisherman stretched out his right hand and began to calculate carefully, preparing to deduce some secular secrets, but after calculating, his brows could not help but frown.

The secret seems to be speaking to him.

stop looking!stop looking!
This is not the first time I have seen this.

The last encounter, he was very impressed!

"I can't"

"Could it be that my Tianji fairy figured out something wrong?"

The old fisherman couldn't believe that the same thing would happen twice.

Itching in my heart, I was very curious, and in the end I couldn't help it, and forced a look.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a sound of thunder from the sky, the sound of thunder billowed above the sky.

This time, it was the terrifying thunder of three "clicks".

It fell on him in a row.

The fishing old man's hair burst, his face was scorched black, and his eyes were blown into blood mist.

Compared with the last time, the power and quantity of the thunder of this day has improved.

The baby's glistening phantom slowly emerged, shooting out a stream of pure energy, the fisherman's head was repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes were also growing rapidly.

Soon, the head returned to its original state, no different from before.

It's just that his complexion is a little pale.

The old fisherman was silent for a long time, held back for a long time, and gritted his teeth.

"It's the same person!"

The result of his speculation just now was exactly the same as last time, and the consequences were even worse.

Because this is the same person at all!

"Hahaha! Linghai, you sometimes fall twice in the same place."

This space fluctuates slightly.

An old man in a plain robe, twirling his beard and smiling all over his face, came to the side of the old fishing man in an instant.

Facing the ridicule, the fishing old man didn't care, and said lightly:

"I didn't expect that there would be such a character among Yan Zu's descendants. No wonder he was confident back then."

The old man in plain robe smiled slightly: "Indeed, Yan Zu once said that the immortal sect should not interfere with the secular world, and we don't need to intervene in the survival of Dayan. Looking at it now, it has been expected."

"Can't interfere? I think some people can't hold back anymore." The old fisherman snorted coldly.

"People from the Demon Sect really can't control them."

The old fisherman put down his fishing rod, stood up slowly, and said with burning eyes, "With the attitude of this son, his achievements will be limitless in the future, and he is also a descendant of Yanzu. Can you bear it and not accept him as a disciple?"

"Xianmen's neutral position must not be shaken, everything depends on his own good fortune." The plain robed old man laughed.

He is the head teacher of the Wuji Immortal Sect, a Taoist of Wuji.

The same thing happened to other fairy sects.

Another place in Lingshan.

Taoism of Longevity.

The incense burns sandalwood, and the Daomen prospers through the ages.

These ten characters are written on both sides of the inner door of the Taoist temple, very conspicuous.

There are three statues of immortals sitting inside, all of them were immortals thousands of years ago.

In the view, there is a huge ginseng tree, which is hundreds of feet high. The ginseng fruit on the branches looks like a child, crystal clear and full of spiritual power.

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a jade crown sat cross-legged under a tree, slowly opened his eyes, and smiled happily.

"It's actually a descendant of the Yan ancestor. When the Great Yan was destroyed, I knew that the Great Yan's life should not die, and the incense of the Taoist temple was dim. If we don't seize the opportunity to win over, wouldn't it be that other immortal sects will take the lead?" ?”

ps: There are too many contents in the past few days, so I will sort them out.

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