I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

"No, just wait a while."

Yang Gui was surprised at first, and then found it difficult to understand, "You want me to be the master of heaven in the prehistoric world? I am not qualified. Can I have the strength of Taiyi Immortal now? How can I be the master of heaven with this little ability? ?”

"Hey, Tiandao doesn't require you to have high strength to be a member. It's mainly about maintaining stability. It's not like you've never been a member before. You still don't understand this?" Hongjun waved his hand and said:
"Perhaps you needed some skills in the ancient times. Now there are four continents, and the world is so stable that it is even going to die. As long as I give my instructions, all mortals can become it."

"Then in your era, it was said that there were three thousand Chaos Demon Gods. Why was it that other than you, who had become the Holy Spirit, no one else could become the Heavenly Dao and end this chaos in advance?" Yang Guicai didn't believe it, so he said to the old man Virtue, he was sure that there must be fraud in it.

Just kidding, the majestic Great Primordial Heavenly Dao, Hongjun Daozu, can actually cast a net from the mortal world to find people over and over again. If you say that he doesn't have some conspiracy, even a dog won't believe it.

"Can you compare with me now? I didn't have the consciousness of the way of heaven back then. You are not strong enough to discover the way of heaven? Even if you can see the way of heaven, can you find the entrance to the way of unity?"

Hongjun expressed a little proudly, "Besides, among those innate gods and demons, none of them are arrogant and coaxed, and which one does not come out of chaos and chaos. If you don't have the strength to defeat them, you will be regarded as the Dao of Heaven." Yes, can they listen to you?

Are you dissatisfied with the collapse of heaven and earth? If it collapses, it will collapse. Anyway, everyone came out of chaos, and the worst they can do is just return to chaos. Therefore, it is said that the old Taoist must first become a saint and then become a Taoist. "

"Is it true?" Yang Gui still couldn't trust this old man. He always felt like there was some conspiracy.

"Nonsense. Boy, just be content with what you are doing. You are in your era now. The old Taoist will directly pass on the rules of heaven to you. You don't have to find it yourself." Hongjun said with a sigh on his face: "How could there be anything in my era? What a condition!”

"Then... just wait a moment." Yang Gui subconsciously wanted to agree, but then stopped and looked at the old Taoist with suspicion, "What do you want me to do when I become the Dao of Heaven? There is no place for you in this ancient world. "

"I'm retiring."

Hongjun said matter-of-factly: "How many Yuanhui have been there, but I have been busy all alone. Ever since I dealt with those ineffective rebels in the Great Tribulation of the Gods, I have been feeling out of control. It’s been a good few days, so I have to step back and see the great mountains and rivers.”

"Can you be mad to death?" Just kidding, the first saint since the dawn of time, the majestic Taoist ancestor Hongjun, can be mad to death? Then Yang Gui suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand, give me the burden, you want to sneak away to play in our modern world!"

"Bullshit, I am... well, this is a matter for cultivators to refine their hearts in the world of mortals. Can you call it a joke?" Hongjun said angrily.

"You, the Taoist ancestor of the capital, have refining the heart of trade. Isn't the end of the road right here with you?" Yang Gui saw through the old man's trick and sneered.

"Okay, okay, do you believe that I will just put my head down and force you to take over?" Hongjun simply broke the pot and planned to use force.

"Don't believe me. If you could have done it earlier, who wouldn't be able to see that you can't wait to retire?"

Yang Gui chuckled and said: "I estimate that the succession process of the Heavenly Dao in this world must be after the latter one enters the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, and the previous one will be excluded as the Heavenly Dao moves, instead of escaping on his own initiative."

"That's not easy. You don't think that the Chaos Demon God is a kind person, do you?" Hongjun's eyes showed a dangerous look, "If you dare not accept it, I will kill you in Zixiao Palace!"

"I'm scared to death, then please tell me." Yang Gui shrank his neck and whispered: "But I, a little Kalami, was threatened by Tao Ancestor, so I felt scared in my heart. The trajectory of the way of heaven has not been connected, and the way of heaven is moving. Something went wrong, and I don’t know if there will be something wrong with the way of heaven..."

"Hey you little bastard..." The old Taoist felt that he had never been so angry when he dealt with the stupid disciples of Fengshen Liangjie.

Of course he knew what would happen to the situation Yang Gui mentioned. Not only would something go wrong, the way of heaven might even collapse. Not to mention that he, Hongjun, would die, the entire prehistoric world would fall apart, and might even return to chaos.

At that time, there would never be another Pangu who would create a new world for them.

"Then what do you want to do?" Hongjun was helpless. Is it fair for a dignified Taoist to bargain with others on terms?
But it’s not good to be ridiculous. According to the development of this world, within two thousand years, the origin of the world will be exhausted, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky will disappear. Although the saints of the way of heaven are known as "the immortal body", they are tied to the world. If the concentration is too deep, if the world ends, they will naturally fall into the holy position, and it will still be in vain.

It is equivalent to saying that not a single god can survive in the three vast and ancient worlds.

"It's not what I think. I think this is the case. We are such a big place in the Three Realms. We can't just replace people. You have to let me get familiar with it first."

Yang Gui didn't go too far. Hongjun had to give him face, otherwise it would be bad if he pissed him off and ended up with him. Furthermore, it may not be possible for them to die together. Who knows whether Hongjun can continue to fish out new suitable candidates from other worlds.

"So I think, why don't we stay like we are in the lower world, and I will be an intern in the way of heaven first. You always give me the position of Prince of Zixiao Palace, and I will be the supervisor of heaven. Although I will not take the position of heaven for the time being, but Let me get things done first.”

"You are quite naughty." Hongjun took a deep look at Yang Gui.

He understood what Yang Gui meant. The laws of heaven in the three prehistoric realms were not as easy to implement as those in Douqi Continent. The laws and rules are much more complete than those in Dou Qi Continent. He Hongjun has been the Tiandao of so many Yuanhui, not only can he only sneak out to play, it is also very difficult to sneak out to play, let alone Yang Gui.

It can be said that becoming the Heavenly Dao is equivalent to being imprisoned in the Zixiao Palace.

It's okay to go to jail. The key point is that according to Hongjun, in the three prehistoric realms for at least two thousand years, the way of heaven will collapse, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky will cease to exist, along with the way of heaven. This is a job that puts people in jail and death, so it is normal for Yang Gui to feel some resistance.

If someone is inexplicably snatched from another world and imprisoned to die, anyone will have resentment in their heart. But even so, Yang Gui didn't think about it for long and still showed his willingness to take on this burden.

So of course it is impossible for an experienced person to do anything. "My Zixiao Palace is a Taoist palace, and you treat it like a royal palace. Why are you trying to trick the prince?" The old Taoist sneered angrily, dug around under the sofa cushions for a long time, and pulled out a ball of purple mist. After stroking it twice with his hands, it became a thin rope and threw it to Yang Gui.

"Take it."

"What is this?" Yang Gui took this silk-like thing in his hand and looked at it carefully. He felt that there was a strange truth in it, but he couldn't understand it.

"Don't you want to be the prince? The prince of the old Taoist sect has one hand, so you can use it as a token." There was a look of memory in Hongjun's eyes, "That idiot Hongyun didn't keep it well at the beginning. The gods have spirits. I don't know where. Heaven has returned to Lao Dao."

"Hongmeng Purple Qi?" Yang Gui looked at the purple silk ribbon in his hand in disbelief, and stroked it twice with his hand, "It seems not as magical as imagined. Besides, why are you giving me this thing? It's such a treasure, it's all People from all over the world want to rob me. Do you want me to die if you give it to me?"

"Bullshit, you have Hongmeng Purple Qi, who can beat you to death? Bao Chengsheng is fine, my prison brother."

Hongjun looked Yang Gui up and down disdainfully, "With your human nature, you will definitely use a loudspeaker to shout for thirty-six days when you go out. Who are you, the prince of Zixiao Palace? What dignity will the old Taoist have at that time?"

"Why, are you afraid that I, the Prince of Zixiao Palace, will turn you into the Supreme Emperor of Zixiao Palace in advance?" Yang Gui couldn't figure out the mystery of this Hongmeng Purple Qi, so he simply gave up, "Plan to use this Hongmeng Purple Qi to lock me up in advance. Stay, so that I will never betray you?"

"You really don't have a single point. With your strength, you won't pose any threat to me in the world of spiritual practice, but you will definitely discredit the old Taoist in the education world. You are shameless, and the old Taoist still needs it."

Hongjun felt that even though he had been practicing Heaven for billions of years, it was difficult to encounter such a shameless thing. It must be said that the ancient times were too simple. People like Yang Gui were everywhere on his earth.

"Don't do it." Yang Gui decisively refused, "You think I don't know. Using this Hongmeng Purple Qi to become a saint means that you are bound to the ancient world. In the future, your strength will never improve, and your cultivation will be over. I think That’s what’s written in our novels.”

"Bullshit, where is the binding of this Hongmeng Purple Qi? If you take over the prehistoric Heavenly Dao in the future, will it be no deeper than the binding you absorbed by the Hongmeng Purple Qi? In the future, the Heavenly Dao will be yours, and this Hongmeng Purple Qi still deserves to remain in your body. ? This impurity is eliminated from the body on the spot. ”

The people who control the way of heaven speak so harshly, treating the Hongmeng purple energy that has dominated the whole world as rubbish and impurities, and expelling it to the outside. This will make the saints cry to death if they hear it.

"Hey, what you said makes sense!" Yang Gui suddenly realized. The protagonist in other novels does not absorb the Purple Qi of Hongmeng to become a saint because he still wants to prove the Tao with strength and transcend the prehistoric times. Therefore, it is a kind of constraint for him, but he is walking the path of becoming the way of heaven.

Looking at Hongjun, the majestic Taoist ancestor, he was so bored that he even went to the lower world to experience the virtues of mortal life. If the Hongmeng purple energy can be regarded as a small obstacle made by a thin line as thin as a hair on the ground, the constraints of heaven are Binding mummies is definitely not on the same level.

"That's not right. When you were conferring gods to measure calamity, you said that saints would never enter the prehistoric world. You spoke of the Constitution and followed the laws. This is a rule of heaven. How can I travel the three realms to help you after I become a saint?" Yang then thought. Gui thought of another key question.

"Would an experienced person not think of this?" Hongjun glared and said:
"You hang this Hongmeng Purple Qi on your body. It can give you the power of a saint, similar to an external incarnation. You can also understand that you carry a bodyguard with the strength of a saint with you, and this saint's strength is still controlled by you. I typed it out myself, it doesn’t affect your pretense.”

"Is there such a good thing?" Yang Guile's nose bubbles came out. He grabbed the purple silk ribbon, pulled out a purple jade pendant, tied it up and hung it around his waist. It looked like an ordinary piece of jade pendant. Holding the jade pendant's rope, "I knew the teacher couldn't let me suffer."

"This is the time to call me a teacher. Have you become a disciple?" Hongjun was speechless, "Okay, I will open some of the heavenly permissions to you. If you need any more permissions, you can go to Zixiao Palace and report to me. I’ll open it for you again, get out of here!”

"Hey, don't bother me, teacher." Yang Gui glanced around with a sly look, "It's so easy to come to Zixiao Palace. If you have any good things, bring them back to me. I'll give them to others as a greeting gift. Don't say anything else. , please bring me some three to five hundred kilograms of your Enlightenment Tea and other things to take away."

"I can't take it with you, but you can take it away." Hongjun pointed at the tea bowl that Yang Gui drank from, "From the time when the gods were called to measure the tribulation to the present, hundreds of years of inventory are all in this teapot. I am a little bit I didn’t drink it, I just changed it to Coke.”

"Tsk. Stingy." Yang Gui glanced at the teapot and tureen on the table, then simply put his hand away and put them all away.

He looked at Hongjun and hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and kowtowed to Hongjun. Over the years, except for his parents in this life, he has never had a teacher.

Throughout his journey through all the heavens and worlds, he has been the master for others, and he has never been a disciple. This feeling is quite novel. Although when he was a master, he did not encourage his disciples to kneel and kowtow when they met, but now they were worshiping others and had to abide by the rules of others.

"Is it true that modern people are still so feudal?" Hongjun was actually somewhat satisfied. He was also willing that Yang Gui would sincerely recognize him as his master, instead of just treating it as a transaction between the two. He took the bowl and took a sip, "Okay, this is the end of my apprenticeship."

"Hey, teacher, you just drank this tea, right?" Yang Gui stood up and stared at the tea bowl in Hongjun's hand, "You haven't taken a sip now. You have to come up with something else. Come and make up for me!”

"Hey, I..." The dignified Taoist Hongjun almost made Yang Gui curse in anger. He stretched out his hand to take the turtle shell behind Yang Gui, and inexplicable fire rose up to burn it. He also pulled a lot of chaos energy from the chaotic void and poured it into it. He refined a brand new turtle shell and threw it to Yang Gui. .

"Here, this is the innate chaos energy sacrificial refining thing. Not to mention too much, at least your senior brother Tongtian's four immortal swords can't cut an inch. Is that interesting enough?" Hongjun asked angrily.

"Enough, enough, enough. It has to be my teacher, so generous! My admiration for the teacher is like the water of the Yellow River..."

"Fuck off!"

Hongjun didn't wait for Yang Gui to finish speaking, and slapped Yang Gui on the head with his backhand. Yang Gui felt that his body was punched through the floor of Zixiao Palace in an instant and kept falling.

When he opened his eyes again, his soul had returned to his physical body and was still on the Flower and Fruit Mountain, as if everything was just a dream. (End of chapter)