Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

The person who has condensed the dharma body into the realm of manifestation is no longer someone Zeng Yun can compete with.

Although he has entered the realm of manifestation, he can't find it unless he can find the Great River of Magnificence, a great Confucian supernatural power that is as famous as the five-color divine light.

Otherwise, there would be no way to fight against the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest.

"So, the contemporary Emperor Yan is also at this level?"

Su Bai's mind moved, but there was no expression on his face:

“Has the legacy of Confucianism also been discontinued?”

"Except for the many treasures and marvelous techniques, most of the Holy Spirit's ten magical powers have been cut off. The same is true for the five-color divine light, and the same is true for the mighty river."

Zeng Yun hesitated to speak, but seemed to have a trace of scruples.

Su Bai noticed something was wrong and couldn't help asking, "But what's wrong?"

"Speaking of which, since fellow Taoist disciple is the descendant of the five-color divine light, have you ever heard of a legend passed down from the previous dynasty?"

Zeng Yun poured a glass of wine for each of them, then looked at Su Bai, who was frowning slightly, and said in an inexplicable tone:

"According to legend, before Dayun, there once was a person who came from outside the sky and took King Yu as a disciple, Peacock. The Master also sought advice from him..."

"Some people even say that King Yu's dragon shape of the tripod, the five-color divine light of the Peacock God King, and the majestic river passed down by the Master are all related to it."

"It is even said that he was the man behind that shocking battle."

Zeng Yun looked at Su Bai, and there was also a touch of inquiry in his words: "I don't want to know where my fellow Taoist got the five-color divine light, but I also want to know if the inheritance that my fellow Taoist received has something to do with it. The record of a Dayun sage?"

Confucianism values ​​history and humanities far more than any other sect. As the leader of contemporary Confucianism, he is naturally no exception.

However, in the Confucian collections accumulated over tens of thousands of years, only those records from the founding of Dayan to the founding of Dayun are missing.

Most of the records about that period of time are legends and rumors.

It is even the imagination and fabrication of later generations, for example, there were rumors.

It is said that a mysterious person came from outside the sky and raised the Great Cloud Sage King and King Yu. He also raised the number one demon in all ages, the ancient demon, and the seven great sages of the demon clan.

Even the master once sought advice from his disciples.

At first, Zeng Yun didn't believe such a rumor that was so exaggerated that it was almost distorted.

However, in the process of pursuing that period of time for many years, there was also some wavering.

Because, among the many monuments and ruins of the previous dynasty, he could clearly feel the years that had been buried.

There must be someone beyond imagination!

Otherwise, he couldn't understand how the human race and the monster race, who regarded each other as enemies, could stand together in those years when all races were fighting.

"Sage Dayun..."

Su Bai lightly pressed the stone table and muttered slightly to himself.

Without the necessary information, he was unable to explore the Great Yun Sage mentioned by Zeng Yun.

But vaguely, he felt that the person must be related to him.

There was a ripple in his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the scenes he saw through the big demon underground a few months ago.

Could the so-called Great Cloud Sage be the incarnation of his own soul?

As soon as he thought of this, he felt a huge sense of heaviness in his heart.

Because he remembered it clearly.

That small seven-colored tree falling from the sky swept away the giant who held the mountain and howled in anger, the big demon who held the stick in the sky, and the bull demon who climbed over the sacred mountain of Sumeru.

And that huge peacock with wings spread in five colors...

If the Great Cloud Sage is really the incarnation of his soul, then there is no doubt that he has been defeated.

And if that Great Cloud Saint is not the incarnation of his soul...

"Fellow?"

Seeing Su Bai brooding for a long time and remaining silent, Zeng Yun shook his head slightly and said, "If there is anything far-fetched, I am not a person who wants to get to the bottom of things."

"That's not true."

Su Bai held the wine glass, shook his head and asked: "The Confucian collection room is famous all over the world, but I don't know if there are detailed records about the peacock?"

"That peacock is famous all over the world for its five-color divine light. It can destroy everything. It is the king of the Ten Divine Powers, and is as famous as my Confucian majesty..."

"Later, following that peacock, he was defeated by the old Buddha's many treasures and wonderful skills on Mount Sumeru."

"The five-color divine light slowly disappeared between heaven and earth, and the Peacock clan no longer had the inheritance of this king of magical powers.

When Zeng Yun said this, he also sighed: "Confucian disciples of all generations have been looking for that period of time, but unfortunately, they have found very little."

"Not even a few living beings know the name of that peacock..."

After saying this, Zeng Yun paused slightly and his expression became very ugly.

He had one sentence that he didn't say.

That is, he didn't know more than the name of the peacock.

Even for a master who was descended from the Confucian lineage, he didn’t even know his real name!

This is a disgrace to him and to the whole Confucianism!

Confucianism has been searching hard for tens of thousands of years, but there is no such reason.

Confucianism is taboo and forgets its ancestral lineage, but they themselves don’t even know the names of their ancestors!

"No one seems to know about that period of time."

Su Bai was not surprised by this result. Even Cui Yanliang's message across time and space could be distorted.

Within Confucianism, it is impossible to have too detailed records.

"Maybe, that's really the case."

Zeng Yun sighed, calmed down the melancholy in his heart, no longer dwelled on this topic, and asked instead:

"Fellow Taoist possesses the five-color divine light, maybe there will be some trouble."

"The title of the King of the Ten Divine Powers is really too great."

Throughout the ages, how many masters have been born among all races and spirits?

The number of supernatural powers it creates is like the sand of the Ganges.

The five-color divine light suppresses countless magical powers and ranks among the top ten magical powers under the Holy Spirit.

Naturally, there are strong people coveting it, which is an unavoidable problem.

For example, in Confucianism, for tens of thousands of years, how many disciples have made it their lifelong pursuit to find the great river of power?

The appearance of the five-color divine light will inevitably cause waves.

"Buddhism and demon clan?"

Su Bai naturally knew this, but he didn't care much.

Compared to the person behind the scenes, the trouble that the five-color divine light may cause is simply nothing.

"The five-color divine light has a lot to do with it. Not only Buddhism, but the demon clan may also make some moves."

Zeng Yun glanced at the still agitated mountains, which had not yet calmed down, and shook his head slightly. "Although in ancient times, the demon world was dusted off and reduced to the realm of beasts."

"But centipede insects are dead but not stiff, so it is inevitable that there will be a few old monsters."

"The demon world was reduced to the realm of beasts?"

Su Bai's eyes moved slightly.

It seemed that the demon race was much bleaker than he imagined.

"Fellow Taoist seems to be very interested in ancient history?"

Zeng Yun flipped through it, took out a yellowed book, and handed it to Su Bai.

"This is the ancient history compiled by our ancestors based on the classics that my Confucian family has searched for for many years."

"Later, many disciples added it. Although the history of the Dayun Dynasty is missing, there are some records in the upper and lower epochs..."

"Thank you, old sir."

Su Bai took the ancient scroll and thanked him sincerely.

Repairing history is definitely not an easy task, whether it is in the previous life, the Xianwu Heaven Realm, or the Nine Immortals Realm, it is particularly difficult.

In a world where time can be separated, one can imagine how difficult it is to repair history.

"The history compiled by our ancestors should have been passed down to the world, but it's a pity..."

Zeng Yun drank alone, letting Su Bai read the book, his thoughts wandering.

Behind this thin ancient scroll, many disciples of Confucianism have traveled around the world to explore the secrets for tens of thousands of years.

Extraordinarily precious.

Unfortunately, it is absolutely impossible to publish it to the world.

There are some things that even today's Confucians cannot transcend or touch.

"nice one."

As soon as Su Bai opened the book, a thought came into his mind.

He looked through the book unhurriedly and seemed to be looking at it very seriously. Deep in his eyes, there was already a mark that was slowly forming.

This is the remaining will on this ancient scroll.

From this, Su Bai could get a glimpse of the specific situation when the Confucian ancestor wrote this volume.

However, he was not in a hurry to check it out.

"gain much."

After the branding was successfully condensed, Su Bai returned the scroll to Zeng Yun to express his gratitude.

"Fellow Daoist Hongxuan, you saved me this time with just an ancient scroll. How can you repay your kindness?"

“Fellow Taoist said before that I have something to ask for, but I don’t know where I can help.

Zeng Yun put away the ancient scroll and said with a serious expression: "Whatever I can do, I will definitely not disappoint fellow Taoists.

"Then thank you, old man, for making it happen."

Su Bai picked up the wine glass and directly stated his purpose: "I heard that within Confucianism, there is a collection room containing ancient and modern books..."

"Um?

Zeng Yun's brows furrowed slightly, then calmed down: "Since the Holy King separated his family, the collection room has also been divided into two. I don't know, friend, which family should I visit?"

This requirement seems simple, but in fact, it is not easy.

No matter which family or sect you belong to, the place where the sect stores books is absolutely forbidden.

Although he is the leader of the Confucian sect, Confucianism also has three lines.

Although his status is extremely high, his influence among the other two lineages may not be enough for them to open the collection room.

"What's the difference?"

Su Bai put down his wine glass.

"One is responsible for governing the world, and the other is majoring in education."

Zeng Yun replied.

Su Bai naturally understood what Zeng Yun meant, and had no intention of seeking reward. He deliberately forced himself to do so and just smiled.

Then, he spoke: "Although Confucianism and Taoism are good, they are not my way."

"Holy Pulse is more in line with my wishes."

"In this case, there is no problem."

Zeng Yun breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand, drank all the wine in the glass, and shook the empty wine bottle, then stood up and said with a smile:

“The wine is empty and it’s time for people to leave!”

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to go with me at this time?

"There's no rush."

Su Bai stood up to see him off, but when he heard this, he just shook his head: "There are still some things that I need to take care of. After a while, I can trouble the old gentleman again."

"In that case, Zeng is waiting for you, Taoist friend!"

Zeng Yun waved his sleeves, and while his voice was floating, he took a step forward and landed on the Yuan Xiang Ancient Pattern Car.

Su Bai stopped and looked into the distance.

But the old scholar only heard a greeting and called Lin Baiyun to pull the cart again.

The latter was stunned at first, then overjoyed, he quickly caught up in the air, picked up the reins, and flew away.

In a few moments, there was only one black spot left.

……

call!

Amidst the rolling clouds, the car flew eastward at an extremely fast speed, making it difficult for flying birds to reach it.

After receiving the guidance, Lin Baiyun became more willing than before and forgot about assisting Wang Xuanlong in chasing the murderer.

"Master, did you recognize that person before?"

The little white elephant, as crystal clear as jade, lay stretched out on Zeng Yun's palm.

It looked up at Zeng Yun and said in an obviously weak tone:

"His physique is very strong!"

(End of this chapter)