Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 348 Attack of Agarwood

Liu Yanchang sang various poems about missing people again and again, releasing his awe-inspiring righteousness without fear of death. By the end, he had begun to burn Wen Gong.

The Wen Palace of Confucianism cultivators is the place where the Taoism and the fruit of Taoism are carried, and it is the foundation of Confucianism cultivators. Once something happens to the Wen Palace, the avenue will be broken.

Seeing Liu Yanchang's behavior like this, the husbands above the Nine Heavens couldn't help feeling a little distressed, and quietly, a force appeared in Liu Yanchang's body without sound.

After Liu Yanchang sang the poem again, in the midst of the darkness, a mighty green energy rose up, condensed into a phantom in the shape of a human, and fled in one direction.

Liu Yanchang was immediately overjoyed. His body suddenly swayed. He had been overstretched for a long time. As soon as he relaxed, he could no longer hold up.

He supported his weak body, recited Confucian classics silently, began to restore the righteousness in his body, and prepared to look for agarwood.

Seeing this, the husbands above Nine Heavens shook their heads and were about to take action. At this moment, a figure appeared beside him.

The person who came was wearing a star emperor's robe and a sun-moon crown on his head. He looked majestic and majestic. He could faintly see the stars behind him, which were all over the sky and connected into an array, blooming with dazzling starlight and shining brightly.

This is Taoist Xingchen, an incarnation cut out by Zhang Ye, who sits in the heavenly court and stands in the Xingchen Emperor Palace.

This Taoist body has engraved the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation on its body, and has been practicing in the ancient starry sky. Now it has the cultivation level of the seventh level of Hunyuan.

When the husband saw Taoist Xingchen, he was slightly surprised and bowed down and said, "I have met the master!"

"This is his temper and his opportunity, don't interfere too much!"

The husband was thoughtful and asked: "Master, what do you mean, is this life the opportunity for my little junior brother to attain enlightenment?"

Taoist Xingchen shook his head regretfully and said: "There is no hope in this life. His state of mind is broken. Let's look at the next life!"

Hearing this, Fu Zhu couldn't help but feel a little envious of this little junior brother. He was no stranger to this matter. After all, his success today was inseparable from Zhang Ye. He had also received this kind of treatment back then.

Zhang Ye only accepted four disciples, and the least qualified among them was Lei Zhenzi. However, under Zhang Ye's plan, he occupied the destiny of the Thunder God in Heaven, and now he is awarded the title of Thunder Emperor.

With the influence of heaven's luck and the cleaning of the innate treasure of Lei Chi, Lei Zhenzi's qualifications have long been different from what they were before.

The same was true for Fu Zhu back then. There was no spiritual treasure, Zhang Ye gave, no chance, Zhang Ye gave, and even the heels were promoted by Zhang Ye.

Kong Xuan is the one who makes Zhang Ye worry the most. After all, he is really highly qualified. In terms of heel alone, his qualifications are not inferior to those of Zhang Ye before he got the Fenglingxianxing. He is also the heel of the second batch of innate gods and demons. same.

Now it's Lei Zhenzi's turn. Zhang Ye will naturally not favor one over the other and will take him on the road. Whether it succeeds or not depends entirely on personal fate.

As for Fu Que, her temperament is unstable and she is too jumpy, so let's sharpen it first and see if there is a chance in the future!

Those who are teachers are also parents. Treating disciples like children will naturally pave the way for them. This is not a pleasure for Zhang Ye.

It's like, if you don't have children, you will never know how fun children are.

"Since that's the case, then there's no need for Junior Brother to participate in this calamity!" Fu Zhu was a little puzzled.

The reason why Liu Yanchang broke his mind was not because of the Huashan incident back then?This amount of calamity is some chance, but at most it will benefit Taiyi Daluo and his ilk.

It has no effect on the quasi-sage. Lei Zhenzi was a quasi-sage with perfect cultivation before reincarnation, so there is no need to participate in the calamity measurement.

Taoist Xingchen sighed softly: "The child has been in charge of the punishment of heaven all year round, and his temper has become colder. In his eyes, he only has legal principles and laws, and lacks the aura of the world."

"I want him to come to this human world to enjoy love and family affection, and also use the power of reincarnation to strengthen his foundation and make his path to enlightenment smoother!"

Fu Zhu nodded, expressing his understanding. Although he had some guesses about these things, he was not sure.

You must know that his master is the Great Creation Heavenly Lord of Xuanyuan. In the entire prehistoric period, he can compete with the Taoist Demon Ancestor in terms of planning and calculation.

But Fu Zhu is deeply familiar with Lao Tzu's true teachings, so he can see it better.

Taoist Xingchen looked at Fuzhu's thoughtful expression, and said:
"If you really have nothing to do, why not take a trip to the 33rd heaven!"

"Yes, Master!"

Taoist Xingchen nodded happily. It saves trouble to talk to smart people. If Kong Xuan were here, he would definitely ask: "Why are you going to heaven?"

.........

In a small human city, the streets are busy with traffic, and various spiritual beasts and motorcycles are coming and going in an orderly manner. There are many battleships on the city wall, and each of the ferocious-looking cannons is emitting a cold light. Human soldiers are guarding the city wall.

The surging river, tens of miles wide, passed through the city and cut the entire city. This was just an insignificant small city of the human race, and the city owner was only a heavenly being.

Agarwood suddenly appeared on the street. The white lotus lantern in her hand suddenly dimmed and became inconspicuous. No one walking around noticed that a person suddenly appeared here, as if he should be there.

Chen Xiang, who had just been teleported, was still a little confused. He looked at his surroundings and slowly woke up.

Immediately afterwards, the old man blushed. As the son of a Confucian disciple, he had also read the books of sages since he was a child.

Although I don’t have the Confucian cultivation methods and I don’t understand the realm of Confucian cultivation, I can read the Confucian principles and they will still be engraved in my heart.

Eating the King's meal really made him feel a little ashamed.

But soon, Chen Xiang comforted herself that she would become an immortal and become an ancestor in the future, so she would just come back to help them out.

Young people never think that they will fail. Perhaps, for them, even if they fail, it will be a successful experience!
Chen Xiang was walking aimlessly on the street, her eyes were searching everywhere, as if she was looking for something.

It wasn't until he met a middle-aged man wearing a blue Confucian shirt that his eyes lit up. He walked forward, grabbed the man, bowed first, and then said:
"Sir, I have something to ask you, sir. Please help me to clarify my doubts!"

As we all know, among the many cultivation methods in ancient times, the average moral level of Confucianism cultivators is the highest.

That’s not to say that Confucian disciples don’t have scum, but compared to other orthodox traditions, Confucian disciples pay more attention to the state of mind, self-restraint and etiquette. If they don’t do it right, their moral integrity will be broken and their cultivation will be reduced to nothing.

Therefore, Confucian disciples have more rules and principles than other sects.

In the beginning, Confucianism established by Tongtian did not have so many rules, but it was Kong Xuan who established the law of Confucianism cultivation.

He was inherently arrogant, and as the prince of the Feng clan, he also respected rules and etiquette, so he had this method of Confucianism that required a high level of character.

This matter is not a secret to Chen Xiang, who has a Confucian cultivator father, so he seeks out Confucian disciples.

The old scholar looked Agarwood up and down, and when he saw that it was a teenage boy, he said enthusiastically:
"My little friend, if you have any questions, just tell me!"

"The student wants to go to Huashan, but he just got lost. I don't know how to get to Huashan?"

The old scholar pondered for a moment, seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to say to Chen Xiang: "Well... Huashan! It is one of the five mountains, but I only know its name, but I have never been there before!" Hearing this, Chen Xiang's eyes lit up. After a while, the old scholar suddenly changed the topic and said:
"Although I don't know how to get to Huashan, there is definitely news about Huashan in the Fantasy Realm. If you are lucky, you may be able to get a ride!"

Chen Xiang suddenly felt that the willows were dark and the flowers were bright, and asked happily: "Please sir, a good man, to the end, and tell the students, where is the fantasy world?"

The old scholar looked at Chenxiang carefully and said with a strange expression: "You have never practiced cultivation, but you have eaten some kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure?"

Chen Xiang didn't know what was wrong for a while, and stammered: "It's true...it's true. Is there anything wrong with it?"

The old scholar glanced at Chenxiang with envy and said sourly: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that you can't go to the Illusionary Heaven Realm even if I tell you!"

"Ah! What should I do then? I still need to find my mother!" Chen Xiang was a little frustrated.

The old scholar on the side heard the words "looking for mother" keenly. He was ready to leave. After all, it was for no reason. It would be nice if he could answer a few questions from Chen Xiang.

But as soon as he heard this, he immediately became energetic and asked, "What did you say? Are you going to find your mother?"

Only then did Chen Xiang realize that he had said the wrong thing. When he was in Huashan, Yang Chan had already warned him not to tell others what happened in Huashan.

But since he had lost his temper, he could only tell the old scholar tactfully:
"To be honest, sir, since the student was born, he has never seen his mother. He always thought that his mother passed away. But some time ago, he suddenly received news that his mother has been in Huashan. Now he has traveled thousands of miles to go to Huashan!"

When the old scholar heard this, he was immediately filled with indignation. Confucianism originally emphasized loyalty, filial piety and etiquette.

This "filial piety" is the foundation of Confucianism. As long as a normal Confucian disciple is a filial person, he will naturally appreciate those who practice filial piety.

Immediately, he took Chen Xiang's arm and walked toward the city, saying:

"You already have the power to refine your energy and become a god. Now you only lack the practice skills. I don't know why you don't have them, but it's too late now!"

"Although you have passed the age of cultivation, I was a classmate with the master of the Sutra Pavilion, so I made an exception and allowed you to go in and learn a method of cultivation!"

Hearing that he could practice cultivation, Chen Xiang felt happy at first, and then felt sad. The cultivation methods distributed uniformly by the human race were all generic, how could there be any high-quality ones?
That's why he had to go to Huashan first. After meeting his mother, he asked her who had great supernatural powers in the ancient world, and then went to learn from his teacher.

He asked with a grimace: "There is no hurry before practicing. Sir, can you tell me first how to get to the illusory heaven realm?"

The old scholar explained as he walked: "I don't know when the Fantasy Heaven Realm appeared, but it was there when the ancestors of my lineage recorded it."

"It was originally used for cultivators to kill and fight, but later it became the second world. There is everything in it, whether it is methods of cultivation, treasures of heaven and earth, or rewards for information, everything is available here. Many things are transparent, including the prehistoric map!"

"And if you want to enter the Fantasy Heaven Realm, you must have some cultivation!"

Chen Xiang suddenly realized, and only then did he understand why the old scholar wanted to take him to practice, so he stopped talking.

After entering the Sutra Pavilion, under the influence of the old scholar, Chen Xiang finally obtained the first practice method in his life, although it was only the most common method for cultivating immortals in the human race-practicing Qijue.

In fact, this exercise also plays a role in eliminating illiteracy. The advantage is that the magic power of practice is neutral and peaceful, and it is very easy to get started.

Basically, except for those whose aptitudes cannot be cultivated, most human beings can practice, and they can practice to the highest stage, which is enough to cross the heavenly level and achieve enlightenment and become an immortal.

Of course, there is also a disadvantage, that is, the speed of practice is too slow.

Even if you practice with the innate soul of agarwood, you will never become an immortal even if you practice this Qi for 80 years.

Chenxiang, who had obtained the cultivation method, quickly got started with the help of the magic power in his body, and he did not stop until he refined his Qi and transformed into a god.

After all, the only difference in Qi training is the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy. But since Agarwood already has magic power in his body, everything seems to be logical.

Stepping into the door of cultivation, Chen Xiang felt that there were several different auras in the dark, including human books that recorded life, death, and longevity, the heavenly ways and rules that bound people in cultivation... and of course, there were also those from the fantasy world. of traction.

He followed that pulling force, his soul was wandering and he didn't know why, and soon he came to the fantasy world.

As soon as he entered, Chen Xiang found that a scene of opening up the world slowly unfolded, the chaotic air was separated, the clear and the turbid were distinguished, the up and down were clearly distinguished, the races evolved, and the creatures competed for the sky, a scene of the birth of the world!
The Magic Sky Mirror has been floating above the wilderness for more than 200 million years. During this period, there are countless creatures fighting in it and enjoying joy at all times.

There are also people who create skills in it. After all, you will not die in the Huantian Mirror. Even if your body dies and your Tao disappears, you will be fully recovered after sleeping for a while after leaving.

During these years, the Fantasy Heaven Realm absorbed the wisdom of countless creatures.

If someone comes to the high latitude space above the ancient world, they will find a fairy mirror suspended in the sky, ancient and natural, vast and atmospheric, filled with the Tao and Dharma of a peerless genius.

The fairy mirror projects a phantom of the world, which seems real and illusory, and the world is illusory and real. The vast power of faith and spiritual power spurts out, carrying the thoughts of all living beings.

Although Zhang Ye never took care of this spiritual treasure, under the sacrifice of all living beings in the wild, it was already capable of unleashing a strike from the chaotic spiritual treasure.

In this regard, the two sages of the West can only envy them. They were the first to pioneer the practice of the power of faith, and they also opened up the Buddhist Paradise.

But they have nothing to carry, and they don't have that much face. They can just open up the Paradise in the West. If they dare to come to the East, the saints in the East are not vegetarians.

Getting back to the topic, Chen Xiang quickly finished browsing the basic rules of the Fantasy Realm, and then he looked at a black and white fat man next to him.

"Iron-eating beast?" Chenxiang called tentatively.

According to the Huantian Realm, this is a kind of intelligent being, born from the thoughts of all living beings, one for each person, and you can change its image if you don't like it.

This is the function that allowed the birth of the Fantasy Heaven Realm after absorbing the laws of the world of science and technology.

"What's wrong, master?" the iron-eating beast asked cutely.

"Look up the map to Huashan!"

"Ok!"

"The map to Huashan has been inquired, please check it, Master!"

Chen Xiang couldn't wait to look at it immediately. When he saw the first sight, his whole body froze and he exclaimed:
"Three trillion miles!!"

"Master, this doesn't include the small worlds hidden in space that we encounter on the way!" the iron-eating beast reminded cautiously.

Chen Xiang was a little frustrated at once, this distance, he would not be able to reach it even if he died.

But not completely desperate yet, he posted a post about going to Huashan, what if a kind-hearted practitioner happened to be going to Huashan or passing Huashan?

　Well, good work and rest habits only lasted for one day

　　
　
(End of this chapter)