Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Wu Yazi nodded jokingly, and said: "In the past, there were 72 tribes of human beings with my disciples, and 1 tribes in prehistoric times.

You are not convinced that Qixuan is the number one disciple of the sage, but have you ever experienced the journey and scenery he has traveled?

There is only one way in the world, only Daoer.

There are countless ways in the world, even a sage, not even the way of heaven, or even Pangu, can't do it all.

You must remember. "

Wang Ming nodded, "The disciple has been taught."

The old man turned around, slowly lifted his steps, and said, "Let's go."

The teenagers respectfully said yes, one old and one young, one in front and one behind, parading between the world and the earth, without boundaries.

The old and the young are naturally the saints of Fuyun Mountain and the senior brothers of Fuyu Mountain, who entered the world.

In the west, in a frigid and ice desert, there is the only snow mountain in the west, Lingjiu Mountain.

In Vulture Mountain, there is a hidden power that few people know.

Today, this mighty man stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and under the blue sky stood a figure in a black robe. He was a bit old, with black and white hair, and a face that had gone through vicissitudes. No matter where he stood, It is a sad scene.

The old man stood upright, his waist hunched over several hundred yuan, and his waist was rarely straightened up. The boy in the mountain had already cleaned the cave palace clean and spotless. This is by no means a description, but a fact. For an immortal.

"Since the saint has come, please show up."

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, making it uncomfortable to listen to.

Yuanshi Tianzun walked out of the void, chuckled lightly, and said, "Fellow Daoist Dieng Deng, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

The old man shook his head, "It is an honor for this snow mountain to have the saint come."

Hearing this, Yuan Shi glanced at the snow-capped mountains under his feet, took two steps, and made a creaking sound as he stepped on the snow that had accumulated for thousands of years.

Ran Deng shook his head and shook off a few snowflakes on his shoulders, "How can I guess the idea of ​​a saint? But in this bitter cold place in the west, I am only an old man, and my bones may be of some use to a saint." gone."

Yuan Shi sighed, "Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, there were three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace in the past, even if you are extraordinary among your fellow Taoists, I really didn't expect that you are so late now."

Dimden remembers in a trance that when he first took shape, he had a handsome face and a youthful youthfulness. Dare to be the enemy of everyone, just to seek the supreme way.

But in the end, everything is nothing but emptiness.

After experiencing the ancient times, the battle of liches for hegemony, and the advent of the age of saints, Ran Deng knew that he only lacked the word "up" in the supreme road.

Taoists regard Tao as more important than fate, and they cannot get what they ask for. For Taoists, the pain is beyond words.

Therefore, the young man who dared to compete with the three thousand great ways in the heavens in the past has been smoothed and changed by time, and his heart of supreme dao has become a heart of no desire and no desire. Living in seclusion all year round in the pure world of wind and snow enjoys tranquility.

This is not just the case of Ran Deng alone, but a true portrayal of the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace.

Among the three thousand mortals, which one is not congenital?Who is not extremely talented?Who doesn't hold a heart of seeking the supreme Tao?
But there are only six holy seats, and they are destined to regret it all their lives.

Three thousand people in the world of mortals, those who can be as clean and peaceful as burning lamps are a good end, and a small number of them are forced to leave the wilderness and chaos to create the world and work hard for the world.

There are still a very small number of people who are still prominent, such as Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, Kunpeng...

The rest will return to heaven and earth, and will be buried in the dust of history along with the liches.

But no one knows, one day some of them will return with their true spirit rebuilt and reborn.

The glorious years of the past flashed before his eyes one by one, and he lit a lamp and said, "What does the sage want the old man to do?"

Yuan Shi smiled and asked: "Is that agreed? Do you even hesitate?"

Ran Deng said: "The old way is just unwilling to do useless work. What the saint wants me to do, how can I be able to resist? Since the saint decided at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the future of Lingjiu Mountain has been decided by the saint.

Fortunately, the sage can come here alone, stand with me on the snowy top of the sky and ask me a word, which is enough to give the old way face.If I refute it again, I will refute the saint's face, but I can't turn back, so I might as well resign myself to fate. "

"Follow the fate?" Yuan Shi said with a smile: "Since you obey the fate, the fate will not fail you.

Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, my teaching is one of the three teachings of Taoism, the second largest teaching in the East, enjoying the immeasurable luck of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the teaching department has countless disciples and disciples.

I would like to invite fellow Taoists to come to me to explain the teachings, and to teach me about everything. In order to explain the teachings, the second master and the disciples of the three religions should call Daoist friends when they see each other.With the blessing of Daomen's luck, the great merits are immeasurable, and the road will be further advanced, just around the corner. "

When Ran Deng heard the words, there was no joy on his face, only sorrow, and he said softly: "I don't ask for these, I only ask for the saint."

Yuan Shi said with a smile: "Fellow Taoists, please come here, disciples who explain and teach will respect you as I respect me, and friends who explain and teach all treasures and dharmas are free to use,..."

"No need." Ran Deng said: "I just ask the sage, one day, after using up the old ways, for the sake of my dedication, spare me and go home white."

Yuan Shi was silent on his face, and then he sighed helplessly, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, as a saint, I will keep my promise today."

Ran Deng bowed and saluted, "Great kindness!"

"Woo~~~"

The wind in Daxue Mountain was much more urgent than before, as if he was anxious for its owner, and also seemed to see him off. Lan Deng bent his waist and walked out of the snow mountain with heavy steps.

On this day, there was a lot of wind and snow on Lingjiu Mountain, and the sky and snow top were beautiful, but the old man never looked back at the beautiful scenery.

Emperor calendar 56 Yuanhui, 316 years.

Zhongqian World - Royal Soul Realm.

Wu Yazi and Wang Ming were walking in an ancient city.

This ancient city is very large and accommodates thousands of living beings.

But it is also very small, there is only this city in this middle thousand world.

Outside the city, countless demons were drooling, looking at the creatures in the city.

The city is the only place of vitality in this world.

The strength of the demons far exceeds the strength of the creatures in the city, but this city has stood here since the opening of this world.

The creator of this world was a Taoist realm created by a Daluo Jinxian named Wuxie who led out the tree of creation from the world tree. This Taoist later entered the magic way and abandoned this world.

Therefore, when countless demons descended on this world, all living beings would be wiped out.

The reason why this city stands still is because there is a big hall in the city, which is called: "The Hall of All Beings".

Every world that uses the world tree to open up three thousand worlds will have a hall of sentient beings, which is the decree of the saints of sentient beings in the world of the prehistoric master.