Great Dao Ji

"Yang Jian."

Zeng San chewed the name over and over again, feeling a throbbing feeling in his heart. He had a vague premonition that the young man in front of him was not a thing in the pond.

If his soul had not been injured, he would have had the intention of using the technique of looking at the qi of heaven and man to see his destiny.

But even if he didn't look at his luck with the celestial spirit technique, he could still see the extraordinary qualities of the young man in front of him, especially his physique, which made him look sideways.

This is definitely not a natural physique, but a manifestation of cultivating a magical power to an extremely high level.

But with his vision, he couldn't see the origin of this magical power. He only knew that its grade was quite high, perhaps comparable to the magical powers secretly passed down by Confucianism.

He was stunned for a moment and saw the young man looking at him curiously. Zeng San responded with a smile: "I, Zeng San, came here at someone's invitation."

"The old gentleman is also here to meet the tutor?"

Yang Jian looked at the old man in front of him, and realized that although the old man's clothes were not luxurious, he had an aura of calmness and authority, and he was cautious in his heart.

"also?"

Zeng San frowned slightly and asked, "Isn't your teacher Zhang Fengfu? Besides me, who else is coming?"

"Master Hongxuan is a master of the same school."

Yang Jian's expression turned serious, and he said in surprise: "The old gentleman said he came to see his master. Could it be that he doesn't know who his master is?"

"Taoist Hongxuan?! Is he your teacher? When did you become his disciple?"

Hearing this name, Zeng San's face immediately showed a look of solemnity. Of course, this name was familiar to him.

When we met twenty years ago, this Taoist who was suspected of inheriting the inheritance of five-color divine light had already become famous in the world of Da Zhou practice.

It is not even difficult to guess that the person who defeated the Dharmakaya of the Great Zhou Prince was most likely this person.

In fact, along the way he came, at least dozens of people came to ask for news about Taoist Hongxuan.

I just heard that the whereabouts of Taoist Hongxuan were mysterious, and even an organization like Jingyesi who was in charge of Dazhou intelligence could not find any trace of him.

Who would have thought that he had come to Lingquan Road before him, and it seemed that he had lived there for many years?

"The old gentleman really recognizes his master."

Yang Jian's expression relaxed and he said seriously: "Sixteen years ago, the teacher took me in when he passed by the 'Dragon Tooth City'."

"Sixteen years ago."

Zeng San nodded and sighed in his heart.

It had been twenty-one years since he last saw Taoist Hongxuan. Later, he heard that he was traveling around the world, and he didn't want to accept such a disciple.

Is it just that this young man has achieved such achievements after practicing for only sixteen years?

"Old sir, come with me."

Yang Jian put down his broom, stepped forward and opened the door, bowed slightly, and asked Zeng San to come in.

Zeng San gathered his thoughts and stepped through the door.

Buzz~

It was just one step, but Zeng San's body was shaken, and he felt as if he had penetrated an invisible barrier. In just a moment, it seemed that he had changed to a different world.

This courtyard is not big, no more than three feet wide at most. Not to mention the practitioners, even among ordinary people it is not big.

But Zeng San raised his eyebrows and looked, but he couldn't see the end.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the sun is high in the sky.

Among the mountains and valleys, the spiritual fields are endless, slowly falling, just like the rolling waves. The unique fragrance of the spiritual fields comes to your face and fills the world.

"Cave Heaven, Blessed Land!"

Zeng San looked back and saw the endless horizon behind him. A spiritual river flowed down from the sky like a waterfall, and then divided into thousands of streams, watering this large spiritual field.

Looking up again, the sun was shining brightly, and in the void invisible to the naked eye, there were faint stars twinkling, and there seemed to be mountains and rivers among them.

"this"

Zeng San was shocked.

There are many magical powers in the world who can open up caves.

The weak ones can only open up three miles of land. The strong ones, like the ancestor of the earth immortals, have all kinds of leaders in their sleeves. They can open up three thousand realms in their sleeves and can overwhelm the immortals with a single thought.

Confucianism also has such magical powers.

But this square cave is too big and too real.

"This is a cave opened by my master, named Miluo. These spiritual fields are superior spiritual rice improved by my master on 'lotus crystal rice', 'yellow millet soft fragrant rice', 'lingjing rice' and other spiritual rice." Dragon tooth rice' is more effective than other spiritual rice."

Yang Jian took a deep breath, feeling refreshed both physically and mentally, and indescribably free and lively. The spiritual energy in this cave might not be as rich as the outside world, but he preferred to stay here.

"Miluo Cave Heaven. Dragon Tooth Rice."

Zeng San's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.

There are few forbidden things in the Great Zhou Dynasty and even in the three great dynasties. Common swords, guns, swords, halberds, bows, crossbows and armor are not prohibited. Even the magic weapons and magic weapons among the monks are passed down with you.

There are only two things that are truly prohibited.

One is Dharma and the other is rice.

The law cannot be passed lightly. No sect can establish a sect or recruit disciples unless it is granted a seal by the imperial court. Disciples of the sect must report for promotion.

Spiritual rice seeds cannot be passed down. Except for the Seventy-Two Dao Sects, other sects also need to buy rice seeds from the Imperial Court every year and distribute them for planting.

Although these two prohibitions are not without flaws, and the one who occasionally breaks the prohibition, Jing Yesi, may not be able to inspect them one by one, but planting spiritual fields on such a large scale is undoubtedly a huge taboo.

What does Taoist Hongxuan want to do?

Buzz~

Not long after the two stepped into the cave, a buzzing sound echoed.

Immediately, all kinds of colors gathered towards the center of the sky as if they had come alive. In a few moments, they had turned into a 'ladder' between heaven and earth that led directly to the highest place.

At the end of the ladder to heaven, there is the ‘big sun’ in this cave!

"After twenty years of separation, the old gentleman remains as charming as ever!"

As the five-color ladder fell down, a slightly smiling voice also sounded. The sound was not high, but it was everywhere in the world.

'It is indeed him.'

Zeng San's eyes moved slightly, and he felt a little complicated in his heart. He also responded: "I haven't seen you for twenty years, but my Taoist friend's power has become more and more powerful!"

As the words echoed, Zeng San had already stepped onto the ladder to heaven, ascending to the sky with each step.

Yang Jian looked up at the bright golden sun in the sky, and felt a sense of worry in his heart. In an instant, it pressed into his heart again, and he walked into the vast sea of ​​spiritual fields.

In the spiritual field, a girl who was a few years younger than him was chasing a little boy who was holding a cat and yelling, giggling from time to time.

Huhu~

Zeng San was walking on the ladder to heaven, but his mind was observing the surroundings. The more he looked, the more surprised he became.

He is not familiar with such supernatural powers, but his vision is extremely high and he still has some knowledge of supernatural powers.

But at this moment, in his perception, this square cave sky was not only so big that it was boundless, but also so real that there was almost no flaw in it.

It seems that this is another world.

"The five-color divine light, and this magical power similar to the universe in one's sleeves. Who is this Taoist Hongxuan?"

Zeng San's doubts deepened, but he had no intention of climbing up step by step.

With a movement of body, he has reached the end of the ladder.

Facing the light that is enough to melt gold and turn iron, step into the 'big sun' where endless light interweaves like real stars.

Phew~

The sound of explosions that were so violent that it was unimaginable kept ringing out, and the rumbling sounds that were enough to tear apart mountains and rivers were all bound to the bright sun.

Zeng San stepped in and glanced around, already seeing the two people sitting cross-legged on the high platform in the endless flames.

A man in black clothes with red hair sits with his back to himself. His aura is ever-changing, some are condensed, some are detached, some are ethereal, some are violent.

His aura is ever-changing, changing every moment. Faintly, the shadows of various gods and demons seem to be flickering behind him.

"Demon Slayer Illustration, Zhang Feng Mansion!"

Zeng San's eyes narrowed and he recognized this big shot in the top five of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but all his attention was attracted by another person.

The man was dressed in an ordinary Taoist robe, and his appearance was just ordinary, with nothing strange about him. At this moment, he was sitting upright, looking at himself with a smile, but it was none other than Taoist Hongxuan who saved him twenty years ago.

Compared to the ever-changing red-haired Taoist in front of him, his aura was empty, but seemed to be all-encompassing and accommodate everything.

In this endless violent flame, the two seemed to maintain a fragile balance.

"Long time no see."

Seeing Zeng San approaching, An Qisheng smiled lightly, neither increasing nor decreasing: "Old sir."

"Fellow Taoist is becoming more and more unfathomable, but..."

Zeng San stopped in the middle of the blazing fire and spoke in a calm and regretful tone: "The Wanfa Dynasty is about to come, and there are so many masters in the Central Zhou Dynasty. This action of my fellow Taoist is too unwise."

He could naturally see that the Zhang Feng Mansion was at a disadvantage, but the great Zhou Zhuqiang was not the only one in the Zhang Feng Mansion.

The Wanfa Chaozong is about to come, and there are no less than a hundred people who have condensed the Dharma in the center of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

"I don't want to be in trouble with this person. In fact, this person has been chasing me for many years and I can't get rid of him. I have no choice but to have a 'hands-on' talk with him."

Looking at the red-haired Taoist Zhang Fengfu who closed his eyes in front of him and said nothing, An Qisheng shook his head slightly: "Unfortunately, this guy is too competitive. He has clearly lost, but he still wants to find someone to overturn the 'table'."

Twenty years is just a blink of an eye for a practitioner, but for An Qisheng, it is not like that.

In addition to lighting up the various gods on the 'True Spirit Position and Industry Map', collecting the 'Earthly Roots' and training the disciples, the other thing is to deal with the three-year siege of Chief Zhang.

Now, it’s the seventh time I’ve come to visit.

".Director Zhang."

Looking at the red-haired Taoist who was silent as if he was autistic, a wry smile appeared on Zeng San's lips: "Who is this Taoist friend?"

Zhang Fengfu is not an ordinary monk.

Before the Crown Prince of Great Zhou rose to prominence, he was the greatest genius of Great Zhou. He once traveled across the world and competed with the geniuses of many great forces.

He once defeated a strong Dharma body with his Dharma cultivation, and he was a truly outstanding person.

But at this time

"The old gentleman has asked many times, and I have answered many times."

An Qisheng raised his hand casually, and a Taoist platform rose at Zeng San's feet: "Old sir, please sit down. Let's talk after all the people invited by Director Zhang have arrived."

Zeng San shook his head slightly, but could only sit down cross-legged.

Not to mention that his injuries have not yet healed. Even if he is not injured, he may not be able to intervene. More importantly, this Hongxuan Taoist has saved himself.

Even if he had the confidence to take action, he had no intention of taking action.

An Qisheng's tone was calm and smooth, but the eyelids of the red-haired Taoist who had closed his eyes for a long time trembled, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded:

"You know?"

Zhang Fengfu slowly opened his eyes, with a complex and unwilling expression, and his voice was full of solemnity and bitterness: "Since you know it, why don't you stop me?"

"Director Zhang, until now, do you still think that you have found my traces because of your great powers?"

"Um?!"

Zhang Fengfu was shocked and suddenly raised his head, only to meet An Qisheng's deep and endless eyes: "What did you say?!"

An Qisheng didn't answer and looked down.

He saw a pair of eyes and an extremely strong will, locked in the space where he was from an unknown distance in the void.

Buzz~

The void trembles, and everything vibrates.

The boundless-like Miluo Cave sky buzzed and trembled, the mountains and rivers within it trembled, and the vegetation trembled.

Yang Jian, the running girl, the child holding the cat, the rabbit lying in the distance, and the big donkey galloping in the mountains were all shocked.

Some people look to the left, some to the right, some to look up, and some to look back, but no matter where they look, no matter where they look.

But they all saw a pair of eyes like the sun slowly lighting up in the depths of the void.

This power is so powerful that it is like an ancient divine king standing in the nine heavens, looking down indifferently, majestic and majestic, and all things must bow their heads and surrender.