I, Kunpeng, established the Heaven Court at the beginning and seized the position of Saint

The rear camp of the Shang Dynasty.

At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed from the straw man with the name "Ran Deng" written on it on the high platform, and half of the name "Ran Deng" slowly disappeared.

In an unknown mountain in the distance, the Demon King Lu Ya suddenly opened his angry eyes.

"How dare you! Who dares to break my magic weapon?"

Half of the name of Ran Deng on the Seven Arrows Book was suddenly erased. It was obvious that someone was secretly disrupting the yin and yang and breaking his magic weapon.

"Not good! This person's cultivation is far superior to mine!"

When the demon king Lu Ya realized something was wrong, he immediately rolled up a golden light and escaped directly into the Yin Shang camp. Without saying a word, he rolled up the magic weapon and fled.

At the same time, the high platform was blown to pieces by his strong wind, and the brazier was overturned, causing a raging fire.

Rumble!
In Qishan, the last four formations slowly dissipated. Upon seeing this, Wen Zhong, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty, roared with anger, his eyes bulging:
"The Chan sect is a shameless thief, using its numbers to bully the few!"

As the formation dissipated, the figures of the nine Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect appeared, and now they all had smiles on their faces.

"Friend Wen, the winner has been decided. You'd better surrender as soon as possible. Don't go against the will of heaven and end up dying without a burial place!"

With an arrogant tone, Guangchengzi did not give Wen Zhong any time to think, and directly set up a auspicious cloud and went back to the Xiqi camp.

At the same time, Jiang Ziya also ordered Yang Jian and other troops to begin retreating.

Tonight's sneak attack, the war between mortals did not result in a winner thanks to the bloody fighting of Yang Jian, Nezha and others, but they won another battle between cultivators.

"Oh no! The rear camp was attacked!"

Suddenly, Wen Zhong cried out in surprise and anger, looking at a beam of fire coming from the rear camp. Isn't this the place where his rear camp has built a high platform?

Rear camp.

In the firelight, Tuxingsun carefully revealed half of his head and saw the panicked Shang soldiers from afar.

"Damn old thing, you actually let me steal the magic weapon!"

Tuxingsun's face was full of sadness and fear. He had little magical power, but he was actually implicated. It was too bullying.

But the master's orders were hard to obey, so how could he dare to disobey Ju Liusun?

"It's bad. The magic weapon is gone, and even the platform has been blown away by a gust of evil wind."

The Shang soldiers in the distance shouted in panic, and some even shouted hurriedly to report to the Grand Tutor.

Tuxingsun, who was hiding in the woods in the distance and saw this scene, immediately showed an excited look.

"Oh my god! God is really blessing me, Tu Xingsun. Finally, I don't have to take this risk."

After seeing this scene, Tuxingsun was so excited that he didn't dare to stay for a moment. He quickly used the earth-walking technique and disappeared into the ground without a trace.

There are quite a few Jiejiao monks in the Yin Shang camp, and he doesn't want to get stuck here.

Xiqi.

"Haha, this battle tonight is exciting!"

"In my opinion, it won't be long before we can defeat the Shang army."

The monks of the Shang Dynasty suffered repeated casualties. Although the mortal army did not fail, its morale had been affected.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Shang camp had no more reinforcements and was likely to be defeated.

When Jiang Ziya returned to the army and saw that the morale of the army had finally begun to recover, a smile finally appeared on his ugly face.

"The soldiers of the three armies are available."

"Yang Jian, you must lead the soldiers to be on alert immediately to prevent the Shang army from counterattacking. I will go to the rear to see if we can succeed tonight."

"Yes!"

Yang Jian gladly accepted the order, and Jiang Ziya hurried towards the thatched cottage in the rear camp.

As the formation dissipated, when Jiang Ziya came to the thatched cottage, he saw the golden immortals inside laughing and talking happily.

"Haha, congratulations to Teacher Randeng for turning a disaster into a blessing."

"Teacher Randeng has accumulated a lot of experience and is now making great achievements."

Guangchengzi and others, who usually looked down on and even despised Randeng, at this moment suppressed their sourness and jealousy, and put on fake smiles to congratulate him.

I saw the Taoist Master Ran Deng bowing to everyone with a smile on his face. When he saw Jiang Ziya coming in, the Taoist Master Huang Long laughed and said:

"Junior Brother Ziya, tonight is a great joyous occasion. Teacher Ran Deng has turned a disaster into a blessing. After breaking the magic weapon, the Nail-Headed Seven Arrows Book, he felt something in his heart and is about to chop off the corpse!"

Zhenren Huanglong spoke to Jiang Ziya with sincerity and excitement, and Jiang Ziya was overjoyed when he heard it.

"Congratulations, Teacher Randeng."

Facing the congratulations from the crowd, the Taoist Master Ran Deng bowed with a smile on his face and said:
“Good fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. I just realized it by chance. Back then, I was also a senior in Zixiao Palace. My fellow Taoists had already taken this step a long time ago.

I am the only one who fell behind last, and now that I have finally taken this step, I feel really ashamed. "

The Taoist Master Ran Deng shook his head with a look of shame, which made Guang Chengzi and others jealous to death, and they secretly cursed him for being hypocritical.

But at this moment no one dared to treat Randeng as they did before, and everyone put away their contemptuous looks.

Quasi-saint realm!

This is already the highest realm that they, the monks, pursue in their lifetime. As for saints?
In this world, where would saints come from without the Hongmeng purple energy?
Therefore, below the saints, isn’t the quasi-saint realm what hundreds of millions of cultivators pursue?

Below the saints, and above billions of living beings.

Quasi-saint, with the word "saint" in it, you can imagine how difficult it is.

"My fellow Taoists, I have some insights. This time I need to go back to Kunlun Mountain and report to the Saint, so that I can go into seclusion and kill the corpse."

"Teacher Ran Deng!"

Among all the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, the four who had the best relationship with Dipankara were Juliusun, Taoist Nun Cihang, Manjusri Bodhisattva, and Samantabhadra.

After all, these four people later defected to Western Buddhism with Dipankara.

However, now that Manjusri Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra have passed away, the only two left are Taoist Nun Cihang and Juliusun, who are congratulating with smiles on their faces.

In front of Guangchengzi and others, he seemed to be very proud of himself, which made Guangchengzi even more jealous.

But this time, Cihang’s face was full of smiles. She was also a person from the Heavenly Court. Only Ju Liusun was an outsider.

"Teacher Randeng, you should leave quickly. When we meet again next time, you will have reached the level of a quasi-saint who can kill corpses. You can be called the number one person under the saints in the three religions."

Ju Liusun's arrogant tone made him look at Guangchengzi and raised his eyebrows, which was obviously a provocation.

This scene made Guangchengzi, Chijingzi and others secretly resentful, but they could not say anything at this moment.

"I will take my leave now."

With a smile on his face, the Taoist Master Ran Deng bowed and said goodbye to everyone, then rode his fairy deer towards Kunlun Mountain. The people behind him were envious and jealous.

Quasi-saint!
……

Kunlun Mountains.

"Randeng pays homage to the Yuanshi Saint."

Inside the Yuxu Palace, Saint Yuanshi Tianzun slowly opened his eyes, looked at the people who came to pay him homage, and suddenly a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he suddenly realized.

"I never thought that you would have this opportunity. It is really a cause for celebration." After seeing this strange aura emanating from Randang's body, Saint Yuanshi knew that this was a sign that he could behead the corpse at any time.

"Your Majesty, this time, Randeng is helping Ziya in Mount Qishan, and on the way..."

As the Taoist Master Ran Deng slowly spoke, Yuanshi Tianzun nodded slightly.

As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death, and the Taoist Master Ran Deng is a veteran Daluo Jinxian.

It can be said that a cultivator who has reached this stage can take this step as long as he has an epiphany one day, but this same epiphany has stumped countless Daluo cultivators in the world.

And Ran Deng's move was also intended to seek treasure and kill corpses.

However, Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Randeng and nodded calmly:

"Since you have this opportunity, you can go to Kunlun Mountain and choose a place with rich spiritual energy to retreat and behead the corpse. I will also give you three drops of Three Lights Divine Water to help you behead the corpse."

Good guy!
Although the saint Yuanshi Tianzun protected his people, it was obvious that from the beginning to the end, Master Ran Deng was an outsider in his eyes.

Before, almost every disciple of the Chan sect had an innate magical treasure to protect his body, but he, Randeng, had nothing.

As a result, his corpse has now been beheaded. He is a quasi-saint and can be called a fellow Taoist like you, the saint.

As a result, you are reluctant to even give up an innate spiritual treasure?
At this moment, there was a surge of anger and sadness in the heart of the Taoist Master Ran Deng. He then took a deep breath and bowed respectfully, saying:
"Thank you saint for giving me this treasure!"

Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all divine grace, this is a saint!

The Taoist Master Ran Deng, holding the Three Lights Holy Water, respectfully left the Yuxu Palace.

From the beginning to the end, Yuanshi Tianzun didn't think that he did anything wrong. After all, wasn't it that Ran Deng joined his Chan sect to seek the protection of a saint and to use the Chan sect's luck to practice?
In recent years, he often preached and even appointed Ran Deng as the deputy leader of the Chan sect. In his eyes, this was already a blessing.

Similarly, Randang has devoted himself to the teachings of Chan over the years.

I never thought that when I beheaded the corpse, I only got three drops of Three Lights Holy Water, which was really shabby.

As Master Ran Deng walked out of Kunlun Mountain, a hint of sadness and indifference flashed in the corners of his eyes.

No wonder he has so much resentment in this world.

It turned out that from the beginning to the end, the Chan sect never regarded him as one of their own, but as an outsider.

"In this way, Saint Yuanshi will not blame me in the future."

The Taoist Master Ran Deng felt calm in his heart, turned around and used his golden light to fly directly towards the Lingjiu Mountain in the west, towards his own cave.

When flying to his own temple, Vulture Peak, he crushed a Bodhi seed from this world in his hand.

To the west, Mount Sumeru.

Suddenly, the Taoist Zhunti opened his eyes and showed a look of joy.

"Haha, Brother, it seems that Fellow Daoist Randeng has already made a choice."

This time, the face of the Bodhisattva Cundi was full of smiles. The people in the Western Paradise were suffering and poor!

Randang is a veteran Daluo Jinxian. If he could really join them in the West, it would be extremely precious.

The Taoist priest beside him also smiled and nodded:
"Junior brother, the West will surely prosper."

After the two brothers looked at each other, they both showed determined expressions.

The two of them have been working hard to develop the West.

"Brother, then I will go and meet this fellow Daoist Ran Deng."

The Bodhisattva Cundi laughed loudly. At this time, he did not know that Ran Deng had taken this step. If he knew, he would probably just laugh and mock Yuanshi Tianzun.

They only know how to protect their own people, but don't know how to keep useful people. Look at what kind of people the disciples of the Chan sect have been trained to be.

……

Lingjiu Mountain, Yuanjue Cave.

"Friend Ran Deng."

When the Saint Zhunti arrived at Yuanjue Cave, his eyes widened immediately. Wow, Ran Deng had actually taken this step, and then he was ecstatic.

Being able to directly recruit a quasi-saint for the Western religion is more tempting than anything else.

The previous Ran Deng could only be said to be a veteran Daluo Jinxian. If they wanted to win him over, the best thing they could do was to promise him a chance. As for whether they could take this step, no one knew.

But now, Master Ran Deng has come out by himself, which makes Master Zhunti very happy.

"Randeng pays homage to the Saint Zhunti."

After seeing the saint, the Taoist Master Ran Deng bowed his head with a look of great respect.

At this moment, the two looked at each other, and Master Ran Deng showed a bitter smile, followed by a long sigh.

"Randeng wasted countless years and finally achieved enlightenment. I took this step. When I joined the Chan Sect, over the countless years..."

According to the sad narration of the Taoist Master Ran Deng, especially his hard work and dedication in the Chan Sect, the result was that Yuanshi only gave him the honor of deputy leader, which was a symbol of his status, but he had no real power.

Not to mention disciples like Nan Ji Xian Weng and Yun Zhongzi, even the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Orthodox Sect did not take him seriously.

It was such a miserable life. This group of second-generation disciples of the Chan sect, whose cultivation level was no more than the Golden Immortal Realm, were granted innate spiritual treasures one by one. It was him, Randeng, who became a monk halfway through his career. Good!

He endured it!
But after so many years, he has now broken through to the level of Quasi-Saint and wants to go to Yuxu Palace to ask for an innate spiritual treasure, but he never expected that Yuanshi Tianzun would turn a blind eye to him.

From this we can see that Yuanshi Tianzun never considered him as one of his own from the bottom of his heart.

Watching Randang's story, while the Saint Zhunti was excited, he was secretly despising Yuanshi Tianzun for being so arrogant that he even looked down on a quasi-saint.

I really thought that all the disciples I accepted were popular.

"As long as Fellow Daoist Randeng is willing to join the Western Religion, I dare not say anything else, but I promise to give you the position of Vice-Chairman of the Western Religion."

When he said this, the Taoist Zhunti suddenly showed an embarrassed look, as if his position as deputy leader was not as important as that of the deputy leader of the Chan sect.

After all, the orthodox teachings are much more prosperous than the Western teachings.

"Fellow Daoist Randeng, I have another innate spiritual treasure here, the 'Six Pure Bamboos', which I obtained at the Treasure Sharing Cliff in Zixiao Palace.

As long as you sincerely join our Western Religion, all disciples of the Western Religion will respect you as the most respected one, and your status will only be lower than that of me and my senior brother."

It has to be said that when it comes to winning people over, Saint Zhunti really spares no effort and is willing to spend a huge amount of money.

First he was given the title of deputy leader of the Western Religion, and then he took out the innate spiritual treasure.

At this moment, the Taoist Master Ran Deng sighed and looked at Kunlun Mountain and said leisurely:

"When I first entered Kunlun Mountain's Yuxu Palace, Saint Yuanshi gave me the position of deputy leader. I dare not say that I have made great contributions over the years, but I have done my best. Now the disciples of the Chan Sect do not need me as the deputy leader."

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

I saw the Taoist Master Ran Deng bowing his head and kneeling three times towards the direction of Yuxu Palace in the eastern Kunlun Mountains.

Suddenly, Yuanshi Tianzun of the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain opened his eyes and revealed a hint of anger, but then he snorted coldly and said nothing more.

He did promise that year that Randang could leave at any time, but now he could feel the presence of Zhunti, which made him unhappy.

Since Randeng was not his disciple, he naturally looked down on him. As for his own disciples, their cultivation was not high now, but it was only because they had been practicing for a short time. They would catch up one day.

Yuanshi Saint snorted coldly, and agreed to sever the cause and effect relationship between Randeng Taoist and Chan Sect. (End of this chapter)