The real person of Cihang in the prehistoric

Chapter 81: The teachings of Westernized Lingyun’s master and apprentice are heard

In the Mishan cave, the Bodhi tree sways its branches gently.

He is happy, indescribably happy. It is a kind of happiness that the scars of the West are about to be eliminated. All living things in the world, whether they are ignorant or spiritually enlightened, unconsciously appear this joy in their hearts at this time, even if they are three Qing is no exception.

In Buzhou Valley,

"Second brother, Cihang is really good."

"How could my apprentice be bad?"

The words were scattered in the valley of Buzhou Mountain with the wind. It seemed that no living beings except the four monks in the valley knew about it. But everyone knew that Cihang must be the pride of Yuqing and will always be his pride in the future!
Cihang didn't know this, but he knew that his master was watching him,
The long Fu Li Changhe was the best answer from his hard-spoken and soft-hearted master.

The Cihang of this life will not make you sigh in the great Luotian. He will become your pride and your future appearance.

Looking at the yellow sand in front of me.

He bent down and took a handful of sand. There was no breath of the Tao Yun of earth, no breath of the Tao Yun of life.

It is almost a state of apathy, which is the case in most areas in the West. This was the work of the possessed ancestor Rahu back then!
Cihang closed his eyes and slowly rose up to the sky.

At this time, the sun and stars also have to avoid Cihang's existence. The eyes of all creatures have never left Cihang's body since Zhoushan, and their gazes will rise as Cihang rises.

The next moment, Cihang turned around, opened his arms, and fell straight down.

The immeasurable golden light became the background of his fall, and countless monks may never forget the scene in front of them for the rest of their lives. The golden light filled their eyes, but at this moment it seemed that it was no longer so dazzling.

Because the existence that should be dazzling is Cihang!
The spirit deer knelt down, the peacock lowered his neck, the lion lowered his head... All the creatures spontaneously bent down at this moment, even Yuqing also bent down at this moment.

Nothing could make him more proud than his apprentice's future.

Perhaps this is also the first case of a master worshiping a disciple in Honghuang, and it was Yuqing, one of the best and most disciplined in the whole Honghuang, who did this.

"He will be my eternal pride..."

The golden light fell into the western earth veins, and the sorrowful dragon veins slowly recovered. The earth veins gushed out with immeasurable spiritual energy, seeming to recreate the prosperity and splendor of the ancient western era.

But the devil's breath broke all this.

The breath of the demon bloomed from the depths of the grains of sand, dispersing the spiritual energy, and the earth veins were invaded by it, gradually declining, and everything seemed to be returning to the starting point.

Cihang seemed to be joking.

Cihang was not anxious about such a scene. As a Bodhisattva in the West in his previous life, even if he could not catch up with the most desolate times in the West, he still saw the desolation and stubbornness of the desert here.

Therefore, he was not surprised that even the injection of golden light of merit could prolong the vitality of the western land line for a while. His memory was like a blur, and he returned to his previous life. His second teacher took over and rocked the boat, and he sat at the stern of the boat and listened to him. The teacher continued to speak.

"Rebuilding the West is very hard and tiring. I have gone through many wrong paths, but in the end I was able to achieve success because even if I took the wrong path and made a joke, I never gave up. A truly virtuous person will never give up because of Because I took the wrong path and provoked jokes and distanced myself from those who satirized and made fun of me..."

In this life, he cannot be the disciple of Teacher Jie Ying, but he still practices what Teacher Jie Ying said.

The immeasurable aura mixed with his body, following the guidance deep in his heart.

His body is full of inspiration!

Duobao stared at the scene in the water mirror in front of him with wide eyes. This scene was very familiar to him, it was Daohua!
Senior Brother Cihang is about to transform the Dao between heaven and earth!

For the sake of the land in the west that has always been bitter and cold and has never changed, does his senior brother Cihang really want to do this?Forget all the avenues, and give the inspiration of all the avenues within you to the bitter cold land of the West.

Is it worth it for him to do this?
Yuqing's hand was clenched tightly and he did not let go, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

This is the path chosen by his disciple. As a master, he can only support it, and he can do nothing to stop it.

At this moment, he was praying for the arrival of his master Hongjun. As the first saint in the world, what could he not do?
It's just that Xiaoxiao saved Cihang, it's not a big deal.

Nuwa opened her eyes wide and said, "The current generation is so scary. They have truly achieved the goal of "die in the morning and die in the evening". Maybe if you ask yourself, the current Nuwa can't do this.

If she could do it, she wouldn't be the Emperor Wa of the Prehistoric Celestial Clan...

The spiritual light dissipated, and each ray of spiritual light carried the rhyme of compassion and contained the aura of the devil.

Demons are also living beings, so why can't they be compassionate?
"Mercy, mercy, mercy..."

Countless voices of mercy resounded throughout the ancient west. As time went by, the voices shouting "compassion" became louder and louder.

The west is too big. Cihang looked at the western land where the energy of life was slowly emerging, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

He is still too weak.

So what if it’s Taoism?
He couldn't save all of Xiang Xiang, he could only save part of it. If he were stronger, might it be possible that Xiang Xiang would be cured by him, and there would be no more Long Ai.

Even though the sounds of dragon mourning have become rare now.

But Cihang could still hear the mournful sounds of the dragons. Those places were too far away.

Cihang sighed helplessly, he couldn't do it, maybe this was his regret.

After choosing this path, he had thought about today's scene, and he was not afraid.

What is there to be afraid of?
He should regret that he could not save the entire West.

Looking towards the Xumi Cave in the west, Cihang seemed to see the welcoming teacher with a grimace on his face: "Teacher, I did it, I dare to try."

Looking at Buzhou Mountain again, he could still think of Yuqing gritting his teeth and not saying a word. Even if he didn't see it when he left, he could still think of it because the master in his previous life also covered up his merits... …

"Cihang!"

Yuqing's shouts echoed in the valley. There is no Yuqing who abides by the rules in this world. There is only the crazy Master who did not save Cihang.

"Master, Cihang may feel sorry for you again. I promised that I will not let you down in this life..."

The aura dissipates and is fleeting.

It seems that Cihang has disappeared, has left the ancient world, and transformed into heaven and earth.

In the next second, the Xuanhuang Merit between Heaven and Earth crashed to the ground.

A figure quietly appeared among them...

(End of this chapter)