I, God of the River of Concepts, make friends out of nothing

Chapter 125 Find the most stubborn Zhenyuanzi, the ancestor of the mythical earth fairy!

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Nuwa set off from Jinao Island and was heading south towards the stars.

After all, he is a saint, with one step at a time, the distance of light-years is crossed in an instant, and the battle turns around.

Came to Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa?"

"It really is Nuwa Taoist friend, hurry up and get together!"

I saw countless mountains standing in front of me, and one of them was the majestic Longevity Mountain.

At the foot of Longevity Mountain, there is a seemingly small and unremarkable Taoist temple.

Originally, the gate of the Taoist temple was closed tightly, and only someone in it could be heard chanting Taoist scriptures, but joyful voices came out.

As the sound sounded, a Taoist stepped out of Wuzhuang Temple and stepped on colorful auspicious clouds to meet him.

"Fellow Taoist Zhenyuanzi, I haven't seen you for a long time since the period of three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace. How are you doing?" Nuwa smiled, and recognized that the figure who walked out of the Wuzhuang temple on Longevity Mountain and came flying clouds and fog, with a charming smile and an immortal demeanor, was Zhenyuanzi.

Although she is not yet a saint, Nu Wa has also learned a lot since the reflection of the mythology. It is not easy for other people of the mythological orthodoxy to know that Zhen Yuanzi's mythological orthodoxy follows.

What's more, he does have friendship, and he can still stand Nuwa's call as a fellow Taoist.

"Fellow Daoist Nvwa, we have indeed not seen each other for several years." Zhen Yuanzi came forward and said respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist Nvwa, your previous meritorious deeds and virtuous sanctification, whether it was mending the sky or creating human beings, have won the admiration of my generation of monks. Please come to my Wuzhuang Temple quickly, and we will have a long talk about tea. Although the poor Taoist has no wind in his sleeves, he happens to have good tea that has been treasured for tens of thousands of years. Maybe it will be in your eyes!"

Zhen Yuanzi warmly invited Nuwa to step on his colorful auspicious clouds together, and with the gust of wind, he went deep into the Five Villas of Longevity Mountain.

"Oh, good tea?"

Nuwa had a faint smile on her sacred and inviolable face, but she was not very interested in the so-called good tea in her heart.

She had just finished drinking at Luohe on Jin'ao Island, and the rest of the tea and wine would probably be difficult for her to drink.

Zhen Yuanzi really had a lot of friends and was hospitable, especially during Hongjun's three sermons, whether it was Sanqing or Nuwa Fuxi brothers and sisters, they were all his friends.

It's just that after many catastrophes, even Zhen Yuanzi's best Taoist Hongyun has fallen, which made Zhen Yuanzi disheartened. After that, he retreated here and isolated himself from the world.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and Sanqing and Nuwa have already proved the Dao for countless annual meetings, but the old friendship is still there, not to mention that although Zhen Yuanzi didn't prove the Dao, he is also good at cultivation.

"What an innate best spiritual root, a ginseng fruit tree."

After Nuwa stepped into Wuzhuang Temple, what caught her eyes was a lush ginseng fruit tree, with baby-like ginseng fruits hanging on it, emitting a golden light.

The aura is full of aura.

This kind of spiritual root can only be planted with the heel of Zhen Yuanzi's Wutu essence, and no matter how powerful it is, it can only be enticed.

Of course, no matter how hot-eyed they are, no one dares to ask for ginseng fruit, all because Zhen Yuanzi is not a good stubble.

Ginseng fruit can't usually be seen by the eyes of saints, and ordinary people's cultivation is not enough for Zhen Yuanzi. Even if someone does come to covet it, it will be ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

As the saying goes, when the bull devil comes, he will have to cultivate three acres of land, and ordinary monks will have to become fertilizer.

"By the way, why did you come here, Fellow Daoist Nuwa?"

Zhen Yuanzi immediately ordered the boy Qingfengmingyue to prepare tea.

Looking back, apart from being enthusiastic, he also sighed helplessly in his heart. After all, it was during the period of the catastrophe, and he had already closed his eyes, fearing that he would suffer a catastrophe.

Although Zhen Yuanzi was enthusiastic, he was still uneasy and couldn't help asking almost as soon as he sat down.

"Fellow Daoist is really thoughtful and cautious. It seems that the calamity of this world cannot be hidden from Fellow Daoist." Nuwa laughed.

As soon as these words came out, it was tantamount to admitting that Zhen Yuanzi was going to be robbed.

"Ugh!"

Zhen Yuanzi was stunned, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "This catastrophe is simply beyond imagination. Even fellow Taoist Nvwa participated in it. To be honest, if fellow Taoists come to the Five Villages Temple of the Poor Dao, if we get together, I will definitely treat you with good tea."

"But if you want me to join the Great Calamity at Wuzhuangguan, it's absolutely impossible. After all, my fellow Taoist Hongyun, the tragic death and calamity are vivid in my memory..."

Zhen Yuanzi had lingering fears about the fate of the past, so he cut straight to the point and refused directly.

All because he couldn't afford to gamble at all.

Don't you see that among the calamities in those years, there were fierce beasts, dragons and phoenixes, and liches.

How tragic!
Even if he has lived until now, he still dare not step out of Wuzhuang Temple easily.

Even if he has many years of friendship with many prehistoric powers, including many saints.

At this time, I still had lingering fears, so I couldn't agree, so I just shook my head and said with a wry smile: "Friend Nuwa, you have immeasurable merits, I admire you very much, but you, fellow Taoist, you have harmed the poor Taoist..."

however.

But Nuwa smiled and said calmly: "Don't be nervous, fellow Taoist, just listen to me speak slowly."

"Fellow Daoist Nvwa, just tell me which side you want to join! Is it to explain the teaching? Or to stop the teaching?" Zhen Yuanzi said, knowing that Nuwa's presence might not be able to escape, but he had to be cautious, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment, so he had to ask which side it was.

But Nuwa didn't evade at all, she raised her eyes slightly and smiled, her lips moved and said two words: "Jiejiao!"

"boom"!
The word "Jiejiao" blurted out, which made Zhen Yuanzi's face even more ugly, and his heart was instantly turbulent and bitter.

Although he brought all the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple to Longevity Mountain, he still had a good understanding of the situation of the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods.

It has long been known that Hongjun supports Chanjiao, and Chanjiao can even represent the way of heaven!
The interception of teaching may be the reason for the doctrine of "intercepting a ray of life", it can be regarded as the opposite of the way of heaven, and it can be called going against the sky!

At this time, there were many times of turmoil in the world, and he calculated and learned that even if the current leader of the Tongtian Church is stronger than before, no one will be optimistic about Jiejiao.

"Don't fellow daoists want to know how fellow Daoist Tongtian abolished his holy position, but still has the strength he has now? Then how did Houtu be able to join the Dao, and survive the shock of the Dao of Heaven without any damage?"

Saint Nuwa's expression was as comfortable as ever, and it was this calmness that made Zhen Yuanzi think deeply.

"You mean Houtu Hedao, which has something to do with the existence of Jiejiao?"

"There is also the Master Tongtian who abolished the holy position with great courage, and then recovered his cultivation in just a thousand years, even worse than that, could it be that behind it..."

Zhen Yuanzi calmed down, thought for a while, and a vague figure already appeared in his mind.

That is, at the beginning of the world, the river god he saw, even though Hongjun had even spoken in person before, saying that he was dead.

But now it seems that the river god may still be there.

If there is such a person behind Jiejiao and is still alive, then everything makes sense.

And the more Zhen Yuanzi thought about it, the more frightened he felt!
He guessed that the former Zhang Erhe was still alive, what kind of cultivation is he now, that he can play against Hongjun without losing?
And how can someone who goes against the heavens help the Houtu join the Dao, and even conceal the Dao of Heaven during this period?

All this, easier said than done?

"You don't know something."

Nuwa smiled lightly, took out something and said, "First, let's see what this is?"

(End of this chapter)