Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The Shanhe calendar lasted for 39,979 years.

After the Ling generation of Penglai Taoist Sect replaced the Dao generation to take over the sect, the second thing that attracted the attention of the entire Mountain and River Realm happened.

Beihai Dragon Palace formed an alliance with Qinghua Taoist Sect.

Although in name it was the Qinghua Taoist Sect that assisted the North Sea Dragon Palace in guarding the North Sea Eye, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the North Sea Dragon Palace had become a subsidiary of the Qinghua Taoist Sect.

No one knew what the dragons of the North Sea felt. All they knew was that with the signing of the covenant, two more stars appeared in the sky above the North Sea.

Faced with the powerful Qinghua Taoist Sect, both the Demon King Palace and the Western Buddhist Sect felt heavy pressure. For a time, the exchanges between the Western Buddhist Sect and the West Sea Dragon Palace actually increased.

Penglai Fairy Island, Tianxuan Peak.

In the main hall of Tianxuan Peak, the air was filled with burning incense and melodious stringed instrumental music was playing.

Jiang Sheng knelt in front of the table and slowly drew a talisman.

As magic power continued to be injected into the tip of the wolf-hair brush, the green spiritual patterns connected together and gathered into a jade talisman and silver seal.

The desk is a gilded jade table, the pen is a Yin Yue wolf-hair sword and bamboo pen, and the talisman is a Penglai Moonlight Soft Gold Paper. Everything is exquisite.

And what Jiang Sheng wanted to draw was the talisman that could only be drawn by those at the Dharmakāya realm, the Six Mysterious Flying Feather Talisman.

Since he broke through the realm of Taiyi Yuanshen, Jiang Sheng has either been busy with sect affairs or out and about. He rarely has the time to calmly draw a talisman or paint a landscape.

Now that he can concentrate on making talismans, it is a rare leisure time for Jiang Sheng.

After all, in recent days, the mountains and rivers have become much calmer, and there have been no major fights or conflicts.

The disaster that had been intensifying and affecting all the continents seemed to have disappeared. Even the holy land-level battle that was about to break out was suppressed.

The mountain and river world seems to be peaceful now, but anyone who pays attention can sense the impending storm.

The storm is about to come, and the calm before the storm is the most difficult to calm down.

But for Jiang Sheng, having such a short period of quiet time is already precious.

Le Fang, the head disciple of Tianshu Peak, entered the hall, quietly walked to Jiang Sheng's side, and watched Jiang Sheng draw the talisman.

For Le Fang, he could not understand the talismans drawn by Jiang Sheng. Although he knew what Jiang Sheng was doing and was familiar with Jiang Sheng's techniques, he just could not understand the talismans drawn.

In Penglai's high-level talisman-making method, almost everyone has his or her own unique method. A talisman is drawn stroke by stroke in front of you, telling you where to inject and how much spiritual power, where to pause, where to end, etc. It tells you everything, whether you can do it or not.

This is not just a matter of realm difference.

Finally, after Jiang Sheng finished drawing the last wind and thunder mark, Le Fang spoke: "Peak Master."

Jiang Sheng stopped writing, picked up the talisman and looked at it: "Well, is there any news from the East China Sea recently?"

Le Fang said: "No, the East China Sea is calm."

Hearing the words "calm and peaceful", Jiang Sheng chuckled and said, "Calm and peaceful is good, but I don't know how Donghai's Qi-cultivation skills are and how long he can endure."

"The fine rain wets my clothes but I cannot see it; the falling flowers make no sound but I hear them."

"The more there is no movement in the East China Sea now, the more it shows that the East China Sea is not peaceful."

Le Fang nodded. He had a deep understanding of Jiang Sheng's words.

There is an inexplicable sense of urgency inside Penglai now. Not only are a large number of Jindan and Yuanying realm cultivators in the sect assigned to various peaks, but the Shenhua realm cultivators no longer go out.

At the same time, the Dao-generation elders who had originally retired have also been making some moves recently.

All signs indicate that something important is about to happen in the sect.

In addition, although the East China Sea seems calm now, trade on the sea is becoming increasingly scarce, and all the shrimp soldiers and crab generals and aquatic gods have disappeared without a trace.

No matter how you look at it, it indicates that the East China Sea is not as peaceful as it seems.

Putting the drawn talisman into his sleeve, Jiang Sheng stood up and straightened his clothes: "Let's go to Tianshu Peak."

Tianshu Peak, the main hall of Penglai Taoist Palace.

The contemporary Tianshu Zhenren Lingwei has a clear light on his head, sitting cross-legged on a cloud bed, evolving the formless Gengjin energy.

But then I saw the wisps of Gengjin Qi turning into white and gold, lingering endlessly, condensing into yin and yang, and dispersing into infinity, with an ethereal and mysterious aura.

"Master Brother's Wu Xiang Geng Jin method has a bit more of the meaning of Yin and Yang."

Hearing Jiang Sheng's voice, Ling smiled and said, "After studying for many days, I have gained some experience."

After a brief exchange, Ling Wei said sternly: "This time the sect is going to punish Ao Bingming, and trouble will inevitably arise in the East China Sea."

"This is the first major event that I, the Ling generation, have faced as the new head of the sect. If we don't handle this well, how can we make the elders and disciples trust us during the ten thousand years of catastrophe?"

Jiang Sheng nodded slowly: "Master Brother, what you said is right."

"But it would be difficult for us Ling generation to accomplish this task alone."

There are too few people of the Ling generation nowadays, and too few who can take up the responsibility.

Up to now, there are only Jiang Sheng and Ling Wei, which is why Jiang Sheng has been traveling all the time.

Ling Wei is in charge of the sect, and there is no other suitable person for the Ling generation except him.

Ling Wei said: "I have also considered this matter, so I asked the elders of the Dao generation for help."

"We must not allow the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea to mess around with this canonical punishment."

Jiang Sheng nodded. With the help of the elders of the Dao generation, he was naturally relieved.
"Has the time been set?" Jiang Sheng asked again. Ling Wei said, "The time has been set. I went to visit Master Yuan Yi."

"The True Lord said that the third day of October is a good time."

October 3rd, the day to slay the dragon!
As time went by, news spread that Penglai Dao Zong was about to execute Ao Bingming, the third prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

First it was the East China Sea, then the eastern continent, and then the mountains and rivers.

Normally, it might take a hundred years for a piece of news to spread throughout a continent, but now Penglai has spread the news throughout the entire mountain and river world in just a few days.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the East China Sea and on the Penglai Island hanging high above it.

The execution of Ao Bing this time was carried out with such fanfare simply to see the reaction of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

The True Lords of Penglai Taoist Sect have been prepared for a long time. They are not afraid that the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea will come, but they are afraid that the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea will not come.

As time gradually approaches the third day of October, the Penglai disciples are nervous and full of anticipation.

The deacons led the ordinary disciples to clean up the Dao Sect, especially the disciples of Tianquan Peak, who carefully checked and cleaned the execution site repeatedly to ensure that there were no mistakes.

In the face of Penglai's grand fanfare, the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea remained silent, as if it was going to sit back and watch Ao Bing being executed.

But under the East China Sea, real dragons from all over the sea are constantly gathering towards the Crystal Dragon Palace.

The true dragons from the East Sea, South Sea, and West Sea gathered together, naturally to deal with Penglai.

The North Sea Dragon Palace was forcibly subdued by the Qinghua Taoist Sect, and now Penglai is clearly planning to attack the East China Sea again.

When the rabbit dies, the fox mourns. Naturally, the South China Sea and the West China Sea would not allow the East China Sea to be taken over by Penglai.

What's more, now that the Dragon Kings have received clear news, the Panfeng Realm will arrive soon. Not only will they have a chance to save Ao Bing, but they will also have a chance to embarrass Penglai.

During this period of time, Jiang Sheng lived a rather peaceful life, sometimes depicting landscapes, sometimes painting flowers and plants. Jiang Sheng's main goal was to be calm and relaxed, and he was not at all nervous about what was about to happen.

Jiang Sheng's performance also calmed down the disciples on Tianxuan Peak. The peak master was so calm, why were they so excited?
Finally, it was the second day of October.

Jiang Sheng entered the Thunder Prison again and met Ao Bing.

In the Thunder Prison, there were thunder and lightning, and constant roars.

Ao Bing was chained to a mountain pillar. Perhaps because he had been in this prison of thunder for too long, the violent aura in Ao Bing had been suppressed a lot.

"Ling Yuan, you are here. Does this mean that I am going to die soon?"

"Yes, you will be executed tomorrow, so I came to see you."

Hearing Jiang Sheng's words, Ao Bing couldn't help but sneer: "Why are you looking at me? Are you going to see if a poor man like me will burst into tears and feel extremely regretful when hearing the news of my death?"

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "Of course not."

"In the mortal world, even the most heinous criminals on death row have a meal before execution. I, Penglai, will certainly not treat you unfairly."

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng took out a pot of fine wine and some delicacies cooked with magical fish and birds and placed them in front of Ao Bing.

Ao Bing glanced at those things, sneered, turned his head and ignored Jiang Sheng.

Jiang Sheng didn't mind: "I don't intend to ask you anything, and I don't want to know what your experience is."

"Have a good rest. Maybe you will see someone from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea coming to rescue you tomorrow."

After saying this, Jiang Sheng turned and left.

After Jiang Sheng disappeared, Ao Bing looked at the things on the ground with a gloomy expression.

October 3rd, an auspicious day.

On this day, the Penglai disciples bathed and changed their clothes early, put on their Taoist robes, equipped with magic swords and whisks, and gathered in front of the Seven Peaks of Penglai Fairy Island, quietly waiting for the show to begin.

Behind Tianquan Peak, an extremely huge Dragon-Slaying Platform was moved out by the magic of several elders in the God Transformation Realm.

The Dragon-Slaying Platform is extremely large. On two sky-supporting stone pillars hangs a dragon-slaying blade that can cut through iron like mud and easily break dragon scales and dragon bones.

Below the Dragon Slaying Sword is the guillotine, which is made up of many magical weapons and treasures such as the Dragon Imprisoning Wood and the Dragon Binding Rope. Once a real dragon is pressed on the dragon slaying guillotine and its head and limbs are handcuffed, it will only be slaughtered no matter how hard it struggles.

As long as the sharp blade hanging high above the head falls down, it will only take a moment for the real dragon to have its head cut off and be reincarnated.

Countless numbers of dragons have been executed on this dragon-slaying platform.

It was covered with the blood of real dragons and flooded dragons. Ordinary real dragons and flooded dragons would feel cold and frightened when looking at it from afar, as if they saw countless dragons crying and struggling.

If you were put on it, you would be so frightened that your limbs would become limp, and your magic power would be exhausted. Even if you had thousands of magical powers and tricks, you would not be able to use them.

Now, the Dragon Slaying Platform is about to welcome a heavyweight presence, the Third Prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Ao Bing.

Under the guidance of several elders in the God Transformation Realm, the Dragon Slaying Platform was moved to the outside of the Penglai Fairy Island.

Outside the Penglai Fairy Island, there is a large rainbow road. The surrounding sky is bright and the air is rising. Amidst the surging sea of ​​clouds, the Dragon-Slaying Platform slowly falls onto the rainbow road.

This is the burial place chosen by Penglai for Ao Bing. If Ao Bing's head is cut off from here, it will fall directly back into the East China Sea instead of remaining on the land of Penglai.

The disciples from various peaks of Penglai have been led by their respective deacons and elders to both sides of the Rainbow Light Road. At this time, a large mass of auspicious clouds have gathered, filled with the figures of Penglai disciples.

Eight elders who have attained the state of spiritual enlightenment are guarding the Dragon-Slaying Platform, and law enforcement disciples are standing around them, with flags waving and horns blaring.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, a green dragon with its body wrapped in iron chains was brought out from the Penglai Fairy Island.

The protagonist of the execution, Ao Bing, has appeared. (End of this chapter)