The Great Lord of the World

The old man was in trouble.

In the Qingshan City Lord's Mansion in the territory of the human race in the prehistoric world, Hou Tu beside Yuan Ji was staring at the chaotic void in the prehistoric world.

She noticed that there was a dazzling light around the body of the City Lord Wang, and there seemed to be countless creatures flying in the light, which made Hou Tu very confused.

She turned her head and looked at Yuan Ji curiously, her eyes full of questions.

Yuan Ji looked at Hou Tu with a smile. He knew that Hou Tu knew little about the chaotic void, so he decided to explain it to her.

He gently touched Hou Tu's hair, felt her warmth, and then said:

"Wang Zhan belongs to a chaotic era of mechanical ascension, and he is the synthesis of the will of all living beings in the entire chaotic era civilization.

Therefore, when he reached the perfect state of Hunyuan Wuji Jinxian, he possessed the power comparable to the half-step Dao realm.

That's why he is so nostalgic for life in the human world and yearns for the emotions that humans have."

Hou Tu listened attentively, her eyes never left the chaotic void. She saw Wang Zhan's body gradually become transparent, and the living beings in the light became clearer.

She felt a powerful force emanating from Wang Zhan's body, and this force shocked her.

Yuan Ji continued, "Wang Zhan is a legendary existence. His power comes from the common will of all living beings in the entire Chaos Era civilization era. It can be said that he does not belong to the category of living beings.

He is the embodiment of their will and hope. His existence prevents the civilization of that Chaos Era from having a break.

At the same time, it is also because he does not belong to the ideology of killing living beings under the Great Dao, so he can escape the catastrophe of the end of chaos."

Hou Tu nodded. She finally understood why Wang Zhan was so powerful. She looked at Yuan Ji with admiration in her eyes.

Yuan Ji felt Hou Tu's gaze, he smiled and said: "You are also very powerful, Hou Tu. You are the master of the prehistoric reincarnation, and your power comes from the prehistoric tunnel.

You have the responsibility to protect the prehistoric world and even the reincarnation of this chaotic era. Your existence makes this world more colorful."

Hou Tu smiled and said: "Thank you, Yuan Ji. Your explanation has given me a deeper understanding of this chaotic void era."

Yuan Ji said: "You're welcome, Hou Tu. We are all part of this chaotic era, and we should all work hard for the stability and prosperity of this chaotic void era."

After speaking, Yuan Ji and Hou Tu looked at the chaotic void together. They saw that Wang Zhan's body had completely disappeared, leaving only a void.

They knew that Wang Zhan had completely integrated into the core of the Taoist formation outside the prehistoric world, and he would be forever engraved in this chaotic era of cultivation civilization.

At the same time, the Taoist Sanqing and all the disciples also learned the origin of Wang Zhan who had just joined them and walked side by side with them.

Feeling the Taoist formation now with a strong man in the half-step Dao realm, they admired Wang Zhan very much.

The Sanqing looked at Wang Zhan who was integrated into the core formation of Chaos Heaven, and then integrated Wang Zhan's luck into the long river of Taoist luck.

In the prehistoric human world, Sanzang and his party rode on a bronze chariot and slowly walked towards the west. They met countless creatures along the way.

On this day, they came to a clear pond under a green mountain. The water here is clear to the bottom, the trees by the pond are lush, and the mountains in the distance are towering into the clouds, a peaceful and beautiful scene.

Sanzang held an iron pot in one hand and a wooden shovel in the other, constantly stirring the food in the pot. His eyes were focused and serious, as if he was cooking a peerless delicacy.

The ingredients in the pot exuded an alluring aroma, making people salivate.

A golden flame suspended in the void below, under the support of Wukong's law, continued to emit surging flames.

Wukong sat on the cloud, exuding a powerful aura. His eyes were focused on the bronze chariot, as if he was providing protection for Sanzang and others.

Next to Sanzang, Bajie was busy cutting the vegetables in his hands, and his skills were perfect. While cutting the vegetables, he did not forget to steal a bite. There was a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying this delicious meal.

Next to the bronze chariot, the cat body transformed by the little white dragon jumped happily, its eyes full of excitement and expectation.

From time to time, it looked at the food in Sanzang's pot, and from time to time, it looked up at the sky, as if it was expecting something.

The mountains in the distance

In the forest, a little deer quietly poked its head out. Its eyes were alert and curious, as if it was observing these strange creatures.

It exuded a fresh breath, making people feel that it was the guardian of this forest.

Sanzang and his party stopped in this beautiful place. They enjoyed the food here and felt the tranquility here.

At this moment, Sanzang immediately spoke to Wukong on the cloud:

"Wukong, fire, fire, fire... It's big, simmer on low heat, and cook on high heat to collect the juice, remember it clearly."

Sanzang's voice echoed in the empty battlefield, and his tone was as gentle as ever, as if he was teaching Wukong to cook, careful and patient.

Wukong on the cloud looked at the long-winded Sanzang below, shook his head helplessly, and sighed in his heart.

However, because Sanzang is really good at cooking. The food he cooks is delicious and delicious, and every time Wukong eats it with relish.

Therefore, even Wukong, who was at the half-step Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian realm, could only follow Sanzang's teachings and accurately control his law fire.

The little white dragon jumping up and down on the bronze chariot looked at Wukong's helpless expression and smiled secretly.

He knew that although Wukong was powerful, he was far inferior to Sanzang in cooking. This also made her respect Sanzang more.

On the second day, Sanzang's master and apprentice finally walked out of the continuous mountains and the human Tang territory.

This small human territory was controlled by Buddhist disciples because it was no longer under the jurisdiction of the Tang Emperor.

A huge Guanyin Temple, standing on the vast grassland with a radius of thousands of miles, looked particularly spectacular. Wukong stood in front of the Guanyin Temple, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

After all, Guanyin Bodhisattva had fallen in his hands. He looked at this huge Guanyin Temple with a heart full of ridicule.

Sanzang, sensing the secrets of heaven, reluctantly led everyone to the gate of Guanyin Temple. As soon as Sanzang and his party arrived at the gate, the huge gate of Guanyin Temple was suddenly opened.

Then, one by one, Buddhist disciples dressed in jewel-studded cassocks slowly came out to greet everyone under the leadership of the abbot of Guanyin Temple.

These Buddhist disciples were all extraordinary, but Wukong could feel their hypocrisy.

Although they kept saying that they were compassionate, they exploited and oppressed the people in this realm. Wukong looked at these Buddhist disciples, and his heart was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

At this moment, an old monk in a cassock walked out of the crowd. He put his hands together and bowed deeply to Sanzang and his disciples.

Sanzang and his disciples also put their hands together in return. The old monk looked at Sanzang, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

Sanzang put his hands together, his face solemn and his eyes firm. He told the abbot of Guanyin Temple his purpose of coming, his voice loud and firm:

"Amitabha, I am Sanzang, I come from the Tang Dynasty in the East, and I want to go to the Western Paradise."

The abbot of Guanyin Temple was old and his body was a little old. He looked at Sanzang's huge body and sighed in his heart: "This monk from the Tang Dynasty in the East is so strong?"

"Amitabha, Master Sanzang, I have heard of you for a long time." But on the surface, the abbot of Guanyin Temple still smiled and said the old monk.

"Abbot, you are polite." Sanzang said.

The old monk said: "Amitabha, Master Sanzang actually came from the Tang Dynasty in the East, please come in quickly."

Sanzang and his party entered the Guanyin Temple, where the fragrance was filled and the sound of Buddha was lingering. They passed through the main hall and came to the Guanyin Hall.

In the hall stood a huge clay statue of Guanyin, nine feet high and solemn. However, Wukong ignored the statue of Guanyin directly. He already knew in his heart that the Guanyin Bodhisattva of Lingshan in Buddhism had been crushed to death by Wukong.

Moreover, as a disciple of the demon path, Sanzang also had aversion to Buddhist disciples who relied on the faith of the people to break through the realm, not to mention that the Buddhist disciples now had begun to forcibly plunder the power of faith.

Sanzang's master and apprentice were arranged in a hall. The hall was simple but solemn. A large bed was placed in the center of the hall, with brocade bedding on the bed.

Sanzang's master and apprentice sat down one after another. The old monk ordered people to serve tea and snacks. Everyone tasted the snacks and chatted.

"Master Sanzang, I don't know why you came here this time?" asked the old monk.

"We, the master and apprentice, passed by here and came to disturb you." Sanzang said.

"In that case, please ask Master Sanzang and all the donors to follow me to the temple to rest." The old monk said.

A few hours later, Sanzang and his party arrived at the main hall of Guanyin Temple.

"Master, when was this Guanyin Temple built?" Sanzang asked.

"This Guanyin Temple was built in the thousandth year.

Years ago. At that time, Buddhism was rising in this land, and people built this Guanyin Temple to pray for peace. "The old monk said.

"I see. "Sanzang said.

Then Wukong and Bajie left the Guanyin Temple Hall and went back to their own rooms to practice.

At this time, Sanzang was forcibly pulled by the old abbot to discuss Buddhist scriptures. Ancient Buddhist scriptures kept coming out of the old abbot's mouth.

For a time, Sanzang's heart was extremely painful. As the great master Sanzang of Jinshan Temple, when had he ever discussed Buddhist scriptures with others!

However, what Sanzang did not notice was that a little monk took advantage of the moment when Sanzang and his group were not paying attention and quietly entered Sanzang's room.

The little monk walked into the room lightly, his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his throat. He looked around nervously, and only dared to walk to Sanzang's luggage after making sure that no one had noticed his actions.

His fingers trembled, and he gently untied the rope of the luggage and opened Sanzang's carry-on luggage that the old abbot asked him to open.

When he saw the Lingbao cassock that Guanyin Bodhisattva left for Sanzang, the little monk 's eyes flashed with endless greed. This cassock exuded a mysterious light, as if it had endless power.

The little monk wanted to reach out and touch it, but he remembered the old abbot's brutal methods. The greed and fear in his heart intertwined, making him hesitant.

In the end, the little monk suppressed his greed and put the cassock back to its original place. He slowly walked out of the wing room, came to the main hall, and nodded in the direction of the old abbot.

The old abbot looked at the little monk, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and then ended the discussion with Sanzang.

Sanzang naturally returned to his wing room quickly, and he did not notice anything unusual. However, the moment he entered the wing room, the old abbot had already sent out the black sound transmission token in his hand.

The light of the ancient sun star was also slowly falling towards the sky, and the night gradually enveloped the entire human world.

In this darkness, a conspiracy was quietly brewing, but Sanzang was unaware of it.