Reborn in the Great Wilderness, I became the teacher of burning lamp

Chapter 137 Ginseng Fruit Society

Daoist Wuji sat on the cloud bed, looking down at Zhen Yuanzi with an expression of surprise.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you are the great protector of Wuji Authentic. Fellow Daoist Hongyun joined Wuji Authentic, and we will be in the same sect from now on. Fellow Daoist should feel happy?"

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were complicated, and he looked up at Daoist Wuji with a numb face: "Fellow Taoist, just say what you want the poor Taoist to do, and the poor Taoist can't object anyway. Why, why bother, why do you lose your way for nothing? The identity of a friend!"

"Smart!" Daoist Wuji said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist is only half right. If you don't do your best in this matter, you really won't be able to succeed."

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flickered, and he had a bad premonition.

The next moment, Daoist Wuji spoke.

"It's not an earth-shattering event. Pindao has come to the prehistoric world and has not formally met your colleagues. Therefore, Pindao hopes that fellow Taoists will hold a ginseng fruit meeting and invite all the great powers except those from the Taoist sect to participate."

"What!" Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback, "Then... how much ginseng fruit would it cost!!?"

Daoist Wuji glanced at Zhen Yuanzi, just now Zhen Yuanzi had developed a wave of malice towards him, obviously he had other plans.Although it was only for a moment, he was still captured by him.

He spread his palms, and a dusty world appeared. In the world, more than 300 ginseng fruits were randomly piled together, and the aura was steaming.

"Don't worry about the ginseng fruit. The ginseng fruit fair, the flower is actually the ginseng fruit of the poor. Even the poor are willing, why are you reluctant?"

"Pindao has thought about it, the time is set to be 800 years later, fellow daoists can also prepare well."

Zhen Yuanzi is full of bitterness, Taoist Wuji has become a big trend, and even saints can't stop it, so what can he do?
"Fellow Daoist is right, it's the poor Daoist who didn't think carefully!"

He answered involuntarily.

"Hmm!" Daoist Wuji nodded in satisfaction.

Zhen Yuanzi pinched his hands, and condensed nine jade talismans out of thin air. After entering the information, they were thrown into the void.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The nine jade talismans shot out in all directions, heading towards their destination.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Wuji secretly calculated: "Nine jade talismans, that is, nine powerful people who are above the late quasi-sage stage. Ancestor Kunpeng, Ancestor Minghe, Moon God Wangshu, Old Monster Panwang, The King of Thunder and Lightning, Master Ziyang, Lord Bixia Yuan, Lord Guigu, and Patriarch Taiping, add up to exactly nine people, and Zhen Yuanzi is not lazy."

Daoist Wuji didn't hurt his back when he stood and talked, but Zhen Yuanzi wanted to discount it, but would he allow it?
After finishing all this, Zhen Yuanzi sat back to his original place, and asked, "What exactly do you want to do, Fellow Daoist?"

He felt that Daoist Wuji might be about to do something earth-shattering.

Fellow Daoist Wuji smiled mysteriously, and said, "Fellow Daoist probably doesn't want to know what the poor Taoist is going to do."

Zhen Yuanzi was startled, and a chill pierced through his heart and lungs: "Fellow Daoists want to catch them all and plunder their Dao fruits?"

Taoist Wuji smirked, and said: "Poverty Dao has been in the prehistoric world for countless years, and has always advocated that people will not offend me, and I will not offend others. Why have you ever taken the initiative to plunder others? As for the matter of fellow daoists, it is your own fault, no one else. !"

Zhen Yuanzi sighed, he knew he was in the wrong, he knew that he couldn't speak to Taoist Wuji, so he didn't continue to speak.

……

Time flies, and the news that Zhenyuan Daxian is going to reopen the ginseng fruit festival has spread throughout the prehistoric land.

All the immortals couldn't help sighing while they were excited, the people invited by the Great Immortal Zhenyuan were all top powers in the prehistoric world, except for these people, even the mid-stage quasi-sages couldn't participate.

However, some Daluo Jinxian and Taiyi Jinxian still tried to fly to Longevity Mountain with a glimmer of hope of seeking Taoism.The ginseng fruit meeting is definitely not a meeting dedicated to eating ginseng fruit, and the great powers will also discuss at the meeting.It is not a small opportunity to be able to discuss the Dao, and they certainly don't want to miss it.

On top of the Nether Blood Sea, where the evil spirit was churning and the blood waves were surging, Patriarch Styx held Yuantu Abi and looked in the direction of Wuzhuang Temple.

"What does Zhen Yuanzi mean? Ginseng Fruit Club, speaking of it, Pindao still has a bit of a feud with him. Pindao also participated in the battle of the Primordial Purple Qi. But it's okay to go there, and his cultivation has always stayed at the Zhunsheng Dzogchen ..."

"Old Ancestor! The Great Immortal Zhenyuan has always thought that my Ashura Sect is a demon sect, but this time I suddenly invited the Old Ancestor, the disciple thinks there must be something strange in it?"

Below Patriarch Styx, an Asura with two horns on his left and right cheeks spoke to persuade him.

Zizai Tianboxun, the favorite disciple of Patriarch Styx.After the great prosperity of Buddhism, Zizai Tianboxun led the Asura Sect to attack Lingshan, and said some famous words to Tathagata.

"In your Dharma-ending period, I asked my disciples and grandchildren to mix with your monk treasures, wear your cassocks, and destroy your Dharma. They distort your scriptures and destroy your precepts to achieve goals that I cannot achieve by force today... "

After that, the Tathagata Buddha could do nothing to him and let him go away.

But now, Zizai Tianboxun is just a small Daluo Jinxian, just like Guangchengzi and Duobao, just a small person.

Ancestor Minghe looked at Zizai Tianboxun, and said earnestly: "Zhen Yuanzi not only invited me, the ancestor, but other fellow Taoists will also participate in this grand meeting. Unless he wants to kill himself, he will never dare to secretly make tricks."

"Oh!" Zi Zai Tian Bo Xun nodded his head thoughtfully.

The land of Beiming, since the three formations of Beiming were broken, has become a forbidden place for most of the creatures in the prehistoric world.

The ancestor Kunpeng held up a jade talisman, his mind was in a state of uncertainty, his brows were furrowed.

"Strange! Old Zhenyuan hates the old ancestor so much, how could he invite the old ancestor to participate in some ginseng fruit meeting? Could it be that the reincarnation of old Hongyun appeared, and old Zhenyuan wanted to trap the old ancestor with tricks in order to protect old Hongyun ?”

The more Ancestor Kunpeng thought about it, the more worried he became. If Ancestor Hongyun really reincarnated and awakened the memory of his previous life, then the cause and effect between him and Ancestor Hongyun would be reconnected.At that time, it will be much more difficult for him to become a saint.

"What are you afraid of! Old Zhenyuan's mana is just as good as that of the ancestor, and no one can defeat the other. What are you afraid of him doing? In the prehistoric times, old Zhenyuan doesn't have any friends with particularly high cultivation bases."

In this way, the ancestor Kunpeng also made a decision driven by curiosity.

In the Xingjun Temple of the Lunar Star, Wang Shu sighed, frowning, and kept calculating.

Ran Deng's death made her fall into despair for a while.She thought that the incident on the bank of Niyuan had been exposed, and the saint shot and killed the lamp.

She hid in the heart of Taiyin in fear for more than one meeting, and did not sense the danger of death, so she returned to the Xingjun Temple.

Not long after Anwen, Zhen Yuanzi was about to hold a ginseng fruit meeting, which made her undecided.

In the mysterious and ancient Lei Ze, a half-human, half-dragon creature soaked in the innate lightning fluid, exhaled at will, and it turned into a thunderstorm, sweeping the void world.

The King of Thunder and Lightning, born in the midst of thunder and lightning, is the ancestor of the gods of thunder, and also a first-class master in Zixiao Palace.

Rumble!
All of a sudden, there was a sound of thunder between the sky and the earth, and the face of the King of Lightning was reflected like a ghost.

"It's the ginseng fruit club again? Forget it, the twenty members of the club didn't walk around in the prehistoric world, so it's good to meet the same people."

Dharma King Thunder uttered obscure syllables, and finally pieced together a few words.

In the blessed land of Mount Tai, a beautiful woman in palace attire wearing a ribbon and a golden crown sits cross-legged in the cave, breathing, and the vegetation between the heaven and the earth grows accordingly.

As soon as she opened her eyes, everything in the world lost its color, and the law of the void was also overwhelmed by her prosperous beauty.Two butterflies were also attracted, one in front of the other, staying at her fingertips.

Her pupils flickered, she reached out and fished out a jade talisman from the void.

After reading the information, Bixia Yuanjun showed a knowing smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)