Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

That kind of terrifying fluctuation, Jiang Hao could guess that some big man was coming over even if he didn’t look back.

“Mabi, I didn’t pretend to be too much just now, how did I provoke him!” Jiang Hao secretly cried in his heart.

Regret is regret, but what should be done still has to be done, the Buddha Gate deceived him so much, only life and death look down, and if you don’t comply, you will do it!

Jiang Hao slowly turned the “Water Tune Song Head” in his hand upside down, and there was a poem behind it.

“Zhu Zhu Ge, low qihu, no sleep. There should be no hatred, what is the long time round? People have sorrow and joy, the moon has clouds and sunshine, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will be long-term and live together. ”

The poem is completed, the vision appears, the literary song is present, the bright moon gradually changed, the bright moon shot out a pillar of light, around the pillar of light, petals fluttering, pieces of crystal.

An avenue paved with cinnamon petals, straight from the bright moon, bursts of fragrant fragrance refreshing.

At this moment, a beautiful figure slowly walked down from the moonlight avenue, her eyes were like stars, white as snow, and she was dressed in a wide-sleeved flowing fairy skirt, which outlined the curves of her proud jade body, graceful and wonderful.

Obviously so tempting-people, but the temperament is so pure and sacred, she seems to represent the ultimate of beauty, like a woman born in a dream, ice muscle and jade bones, a smile, a thousand styles, like a rare shining.

“A masterpiece, can you still summon a girl?”

Jiang Hao was a little confused, he had this effect to tell him earlier, he wrote a few songs to get a few fairies to hug left and right, wouldn’t it be beautiful?

“But now, what I want is something that can be beaten, such a delicate girl, there is a fart!” Jiang Hao roared in his heart, and very helplessly pulled out a piece of paper in his arms.

The poems of the heirloom work, that can be counted on ten fingers, with one less, Jiang Haoxin is actually dripping blood.

“See Buddha!”

Chang’e Fairy respectfully saluted the Buddha Shadow above the void, and the Buddha Shadow also bowed slightly in return.

This is a big golden Buddha, I can’t see the specific appearance, I can only see endless Buddha light covering his body, containing him in the sound of heaven and earth, and the Buddha light billions of paths, like a golden waterfall, hang down on his body.

“I don’t know what happened when the Chang’e fairy of Guanghan Palace came!” Da Ri Rulai said while waving his hand to free Puguang Luohan from Jiang Hao’s feet.

“Thank you Buddha!” Puguang Luohan solemnly performed a Buddhist salute, and then respectfully retreated to the side, but the resentment in his eyes was like a flame.

“People have sorrow and joy, the moon has clouds and sunshine, this matter is difficult to complete, but I hope that people will be long, thousands of miles together, just with these few sentences, this poem can be passed down for centuries!”

Chang’e Fairy did not directly answer the Buddha’s question, but after admiring it, asked: “In the life of the Buddha, has there been a joy and sorrow?” Do you also hope that people will be long-term and live together for thousands of miles? ”

When Da Ri heard this, he suddenly fell silent, and he fell into memory, which was an unbearable memory.

For a long time, a long time, Da Ri said resolutely: “Buddha’s Dao is prosperous, this is the general trend of the Heavenly Dao, I don’t allow any anomalies!” ”

“Do you have to make a move?”

“Inevitably!”

“I’m afraid some people won’t let the Buddha wish!”

“Including you?”

“Including me, naturally!”

Chang’e fairy is peerless, white clothes are dancing, her eyebrows are shining, and the two bright moons above the firmament rotate with her, and her body is full of fairy energy.

There are many myths and stories about Chang’e fairies, among which the Taoist children take the moon as the spirit of yin, and honor Chang’e as the moon palace huanghua suyao yuan essence holy queen taiyin yuanjun, or the moon palace taiyin emperor filial piety Daoming king, as a goddess statue.

Based on this, we can know that the strength of Chang’e Fairy is not weak, and the worst is also the cultivation of the Golden Immortal.

“You are not my opponent, for the sake of you and me, I will let you go!” Da Riru came and gave an ultimatum.

Chang’e Fairy shook her head, and there was a voice in her heart telling her that this poem was important to her and that she had to protect it.

The saber rattling, the scene became tense at this moment.

“Hiccup!”

A sudden noise broke this strange atmosphere, Jiang Hao was supported half to death again, the literary atmosphere brought by this heirloom work is too huge, comparable to a bright moon.

“I just broke through, and now I’m going to break through again!”

“In other words, this time, why didn’t the Confucian Saint come to help me refine my Qi Qi, I can hold on!”

Jiang Hao’s face was flushed, and even though he tried desperately refining and absorbing, that Wen Qi was still like Wang Yang, pouring into his body continuously.

“First bring this son back to the West!”

Da Rirulai’s gaze was solemn, with his current realm, he couldn’t see through Jiang Hao, which made him very puzzled and dignified.

Da Riru came to make a move, he pinched the magic seal in his hand, and grabbed Jiang Hao with five fingers.

“Lu Peng, your hand is too long!”

Endless literary aura condensed, a figure suddenly appeared, and then slapped a palm towards Da Rirulai.

This is Mencius, and he is also a Confucian saint!

“Boom!”

When the two clashed, the space was shattered, revealing a void.

“You are not my opponent, what about Confucius?”

Da Ri’s eyes are cold, he is very confident, even if he is just a doppelganger, he has enough strength to suppress the person in front of him.

“Zi Yu: Do not do unto others what you do not want!”

Endless literary energy surged, and under the inexplicable control, it turned into a sharp sword and cut through the void, where a portal appeared, and an earthy yellow palm poked out.

This big hand was boundless, and the calluses on it were dense, and he grabbed Da Rirulai, and with one hand, he grabbed this so-called phantom.

“Confucius, you really are not dead!”

In the boundless sky, there was the sound of the great sun, and I saw that the blazing sun above the sky suddenly changed, a three-legged golden crow was dancing, and then the golden light flashed, and a figure turned into a rainbow.

This is a very young Taoist, his body is as tall as a mountain, and he carries a large gourd on his back, he walks forward step by step, his blade-like eyes are always staring at the portal of the void, and the invisible killing thought comes out through the body.

“The end of the world, a battle!”

Confucius’s voice came from the portal, and then the big hand slowly stretched out.

“Good!”

Lu pressed down, and then the whole person turned into a long rainbow and disappeared into the sky.

“Hey, hey, hey, who is that, I’m very supportive, help refine the literary qi!”

Jiang Hao shouted to the Mencius phantom above the sky, he was really uncomfortable, if no one helped, maybe he would really be burst.

Mencius was speechless, still just stretched out a finger and turned the astronomical qi into a golden lotus to help Jiang Hao absorb and refine.

The Wen Palace, in the sublimation and transformation, I don’t know when, a bright moon settled in the Wen Palace, exuding endless soft moonlight.

Jiang Hao broke through, the position of the gods, he is Hanlin.

“It’s over!”

Jiang Hao took a long breath, thinking that it was over, but he found that Wen Qi didn’t mean to exhaust at all, and the Wen Palace, which had been expanded, was suddenly filled with Wen Qi again.

Jiang Hao had no choice, only to continue to break through, the literary position was a gift, he was a university scholar.

“It’s over?”

Jiang Hao thought with some uncertainty, and the truth was indeed as he thought, this shocking aura still did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and it continued to pour into his body.

“It’s so good!”

Jiang Hao secretly cried in his heart, he was no longer able to break through, or if he wanted to break through the Confucian scholar and achieve great Confucianism, he lacked a very important thing, that is, Haoran righteousness!

“Hey, it’s you, what kind of Pu ——- Pu – Pu Guang, yes, it’s you, don’t run!”

Puguang Luohan, who had lost the protection of the Buddha, wanted to run, but was stopped by Jiang Hao, and the bright moon in the sky turned and fixed it to death, and then was taken in front of Jiang Hao.

“You, at my fierce mouth, punch me fiercely and with all your strength!” Jiang Hao unfastened his coat, revealing a strong and powerful body.

Puguang Luohan: “…………”

Chang’e Fairy: “…………”

Mencius: “………………”

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