Great Dao Ji

The days in Fengshen Pavilion are still ordinary, and they have not changed because of the arrival of a great monk.

The Great Zhou Dynasty banned the preaching of Taoism and Buddhism, but it did not mean to kill the two sects, it just prohibited the spread of the Dharma. In fact, as long as a few people occasionally preached and taught scriptures without being upright, Jingyesi would not pursue them to the end.

After all, there are people who practice Buddhism and Taoism in Jingyesi.

"Master, do you want to teach the little goddess the power?"

On the fourth floor of Fengshen Pavilion, in the main hall, Qiao Moke was holding a tea cup, his face was solemn, showing no emotion or anger, he just said lightly:

"Don't you know that the emperor is making up his own 'new cultivation' to replace the old cultivation of Taoism and Buddhism?"

Eighteen years is not a long time, but the restructuring of the Great Zhou Dynasty spread across the entire territory with the dumbfounded eyes of other large sects and the emperor.

The only thing that has not yet been implemented is the 'new cultivation' method. This is also the reason why monks and Taoism are not banned in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

However, including Daliang, Yuhua, and even other major sects, everyone knew that Dazhou was going to compile a 'new repair' method.

In the past eighteen years, everyone from the emperor's master, Long Xingyi, to the practitioners of Jindan in the original seventy-two sects, all gathered in the Imperial City of the Great Zhou Dynasty to compile the 'new cultivation' day and night.

"Does the Pavilion Master also believe such a boast?"

The red boy put down his tea cup, but when he heard this, he shook his head and smiled: "Time has passed, and history has had gaps, but few people know the origin of the cultivation of 'Buddha' and 'Tao'."

Qiao Moke held the cup and listened with eyes and ears.

"The ancient chronology begins with the establishment of the Emperor's Court of Heaven and the Creation of the Gods, and has lasted for twelve thousand centuries. However, among all the ages, the Creation is the shortest. There is no such thing as the Emperor's Age, the Archaic Age, the Heavenly Demon's Age, or the Chaos Age. No longer."

Hongtong's tone was calm, and he was very fond of the past years, showing his vicissitudes and antiquity: "However, the existence of Tao and Buddha far exceeds this number.

If you want to start a new cultivation, why should Da Zhou do it? "

Everyone in the world knew that the Great Zhou Dynasty wanted to start a ‘new cultivation’. However, there were countless people, including the Imperial Court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who did not believe it at all.

This is true even if there is Taoist Hongxuan who is suspected of being in the 'creation' realm behind Da Zhou.

The reason is that Buddhism and Taoism are ancient and have never been interrupted. They are passed down from generation to generation, and they are innovated from generation to generation. They are the essence of the hard work of countless practitioners since ancient times.

True immortality, the path to transcendence and sainthood.

Since ancient times, there have been countless side sects. Confucianism, which can really have a short-term existence outside of all the Taoism, has only existed for a long time. Looking south, it still has a sense of existence within the world. Looking at other continents, it is just a side sect.

"Zhuji."

Qiao Moke and others didn't pay much attention at first, but they were unconsciously attracted by what was revealed in the words, and their hearts were shocked.

One era is one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. According to legend, this number is the limit of immortality, and it is also the node where the old and the new are exchanged. The ancient gods and demons used this number as the 'year'.

In the eyes of gods and demons, human beings are no different from fumigation, they are just short-lived species that live and die.

"The emperor is so talented that he will not understand this truth. The reason why he did it must be that he has this confidence."

Qiao Moke's face was expressionless.

He was talking about the emperor, but in fact he knew very well that behind all this was his teacher's handiwork.

"Talk too much."

The red boy rarely lives in the world and is rarely a teacher, so he couldn't help but say a few more words, but then he made a mistake and changed the subject with a smile, saying:

"The young lady has great wisdom. If a young monk is incompetent, he should accept it as his disciple. If he teaches a magical power, it is not in vain to see a great talent."

For seven days in the mansion, Red Boy naturally not only lived there, but there were also various temptations. Although it was not absolutely certain yet, there was a 70% to 80% certainty in confirming the identity of the 'Supreme Awakened One'.

Next, it’s time to teach magical powers.

All successors of the Dharma will never surpass their predecessors. He firmly believes that even the so-called "enlightened ones" who are favored by the fate of Buddhism at the end will never be able to threaten the Buddha once they receive the Dharma and the Tao.

Even all practices will become the foundation for Buddha's enlightenment.

"Let's not talk about this for now."

Qiao Moke put down his tea cup. He would rather let his teacher teach his children instead of a wild monk of unknown origin.

Although this monk seems unfathomable.

Xi Yingqing did not dwell on the inheritance of magical powers. After Qiao Moke spoke, he also said, "Seven days have passed. I wonder if Master has any solution?"

"This matter is difficult to say and easy to say."

Hongtong shook his head slightly.

Qiao Moke frowned slightly: "How do you say this?"

"It's easy now. As long as your noble master is willing, he can practice the Dharma at any time. What's difficult is how could he be willing?"

The red boy took the tea and drank lightly, and said confidently: "Your Majesty has not spoken or cultivated for many years. It is not an illness, but unwillingness, that's all!"

Hongtong is extremely casual.

He has lived in Sumeru for a long time and always resides between the eyebrows of the Buddha. Although his cultivation may not be better than that of the Bodhisattva, his vision is definitely not bad. No illness, pain, injury, or calamity can be hidden from his Dharma eyes.

During the seven days, while testing the identity of the two people, he also took a look at the yellow-haired boy. Although he didn't pay much attention, he also saw the 'root cause' of the disease.

But his mind was not on that boy at the moment, and he didn't care whether he was arrogant or anything else.

"How is this possible?"

Qiao Moke and Xi Ying looked at each other affectionately, first they didn't believe it, and then they became doubtful again.

This statement is too easy to expose, so it doesn't seem like a lie.

"Yes or no, we will know later."

The red boy smiled slightly and disappeared into the main hall in full view of everyone.

Even though both Qiao Moke and Qiao Moke were focused on him, they didn't notice how he left Fengshen Pavilion at all, and they were suddenly shocked.

Phew~

Xi Yingqing pointed her finger casually, and the water-like sword light circled around the table and chairs. With a "snap" sound, a dusty seed fell on the table.

"Is this a magical seed?!"

Looking at the seed, Qiao Moke stopped walking towards the seed and looked back at his wife.

Xi Yingqing groaned and was pushed out of the main hall by an invisible force.

"The seed of supernatural power!"

Before Qiao Moke could finish his words, he was already pushed out of the main hall. Suddenly he looked up and saw all kinds of brilliant colors flashing past in the main hall.

He didn't know what those seven colors were, but he had seen something similar that contained the seed of magical power.

Saw it in Shenting Skynet!

"Then the monk is also the 'Successor of God'?"

Qiao Moke was shocked and doubtful, but his wariness towards the monk was reduced. As he was thinking about it, he heard his wife scold him.

When he looked up, he saw that his daughter had arrived in the main hall at some unknown time.

"Ci'er!"

"Nanny!"

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is scorching hot.

It was midsummer, and the northwest road was like a steamer. The vegetation in the mountains, rivers and plains had lowered their heads, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road.

At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, there was a huge crowd and a lively atmosphere.

Shouyang Mountain is not a holy land of Lingshan, let alone in the Northwest Road, Youzhou is not famous. Even among the mountains and rivers with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, it is not amazing in appearance.

It is only a thousand feet high. Although it is surrounded by mountains, there are few people nearby. Few sects have established sects here. Following a turmoil in the past few years, it was burned into a barren land.

Few people come and go.

At this time, outside the mountains, there were not only mountains and seas of people, but also a city rising from the ground.

"Here, when did there be a big city here?"

Some merchants in the past were attracted by the popularity and came to sell their goods. When they saw the majestic new city, they were shocked:

"Fell from the sky?"

Building a city does not take a few hours, building a big city is even more time-consuming and labor-intensive. Normally, the construction of a city would take several years or even decades.

But he clearly remembered that when he came here last year, there was no city here, and for a moment, he just thought he was dazzled.

"Speaking of this 'mixed city' is incredible. It is said that a few months ago, a Taoist raised his hand on the top of the mountain, picked off the falling star, combined the mountains and rivers, and built this city overnight!"

"More than that? I heard from the people in the city that they were clearly transported from hundreds of millions of miles away. Hundreds of thousands of people were transported here in one night. Their magical powers are astounding!"

"Aren't you ignorant? If you knew who the cultivator was in Shouyang Mountain, you wouldn't be surprised!"

"Could it be that one? I heard that he was born in a 'mixed sect'. Now that he has returned, could it be that he wants to rebuild the mountain gate?! With so many monks gathered together, could it be that they all want to join that sect?"

Among the crowd, there were monks talking to each other. When they talked about the Shou Yang Mountain, they were all amazed, and some were excited and gearing up.

"Taoist Hongxuan!"

Under the black cloak, Zhulong Walker was shocked.

He has been living in the world of mortals for many years, so of course he is not unaware of the name of Taoist Hongxuan. According to legend, Taoist Hongxuan is suspected of having attained ‘creation’ and is the most powerful person in Nanzhan and even the world today!

"Could the God Emperor come here to suppress Taoist Hongxuan?"

Thoughts came to Zhulong's mind, but he didn't find any magical aura in the mountain during his induction, and he was suddenly startled and confused.

If the God Emperor took action, how could this place still be so lively?

Since coming from the lower realm of Guanjiehai, Zhulong thought that the God Emperor would notice him and guide him forward, but he stopped here for several hours and could not wait for guidance.

I wanted to go and check it out, but when I thought of you, Taoist Hongxuan, I felt a little wary.

He is not good at fighting with his cultivation. Not to mention that his cultivation has not recovered. Even when he returns to his peak, he is not willing to fight with strong men of the same level.

After much thought, he decided to play it safe, put on his cloak and stepped into Hunyi City, wanting to wait until the 'mountain gate opened' to find out.

"Um?"

Stepping into this newly built Hunyi City, Zhulong's heart suddenly shook before he could take a closer look, and he looked not far away:

"The beggar"

There, a beggar with disheveled hair sat on the ground, looking indifferently at the passers-by.

A beggar does not attract attention. Even if there is only one beggar in the city, Zhulong will not be moved.

But the moment he looked at the beggar, his heart was shocked, and all kinds of memories rolled up.

In a daze, I seemed to see a poisonous dragon with its tail wrapped around a giant mountain and its head reaching into the sky. It was indescribably ferocious and ferocious!

"What's your name?"

Lin Qianlong sat down in the mud, staring blankly at the passers-by. Hearing this sound, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes brightened at first, and then dimmed, unable to hide his disappointment:

"No, it's not you."

Good night everyone.