Red Cloud: Establishing Mahayana Buddhism as a Holy Spirit

Chapter 188
Qianyuan Mountain Golden Light Cave.

"Master, this disciple has completely cut off the cause and effect with that Li family, and from now on, I will honor my master alone."

Nezha, who came back by stepping on the wind and fire wheels, had an expression of being alone and alone, now only you, Master, and his eyes were filled with tears. The real Taiyi blushed and stared at him. Eyes, so aggrieved!But he couldn't scold yet.

In the end, Daoist Taiyi pulled out a far-fetched smile, "Okay, Nezha, you can cultivate in the cave first."

"What about you, master?"

Nezha's eyes were full of reluctance, as if he was afraid that his master would abandon him, and the real Taiyi who saw him nodded with aggrieved gritted teeth, and said without tears: "I have something to do as a teacher. Be back later."

"Nezha obeyed."

With a fist in his arms, this Nezha stepped back into the cave directly on the hot wheel, while Master Taiyi watched helplessly, the smile on his face froze even more, until the last figure disappeared, he looked up to the sky and wanted to vent, but he was afraid When Nezha saw it, he felt aggrieved and turned into a flash of light.

In the mountains thousands of miles away, a white-robed, white-haired and white-bearded Taoist screamed and roared like crazy, causing countless creatures in the mountains to flee in panic.

It seemed that after venting, Master Taiyi went to Puxian and Manjusri ashrams respectively, and explained to the two juniors and the deputy leader, Ran Deng, after all, everyone's busy work was in vain.

Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountains.

Yuan Yuan Tianzun's face was a little ugly, and he thought that all of this was done by Xixi Zhunti, otherwise how could this happen.

"Go! Invite senior brother Jiang Shang to come."

Yuanshi Tianzun, who was in a bad mood, aggravated his tone, and the Baihe boy who lowered his head outside the door immediately heard a Jiling and hurriedly said: "Yes, Master!"

Boy Baihe knew that his teacher, Zun, was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and Jiang Ziya, who had white hair and beard, invited him over after a while.

Jiang Ziya, who entered the Yuxu Palace, first tidied up his robes, and combed his white hair and beard in an orderly manner, and then entered the palace with a solemn demeanor.

"The disciple pays respect to the master."

Jiang Ziya, who just came in, saluted directly to his master, Yuanshi Tianzun's mood improved slightly after seeing this scene, he slowly closed his eyes and said indifferently: "Ziya, how long have you been in Kunlun?"

"The disciple went up the mountain at the age of 32, and now he is 72 years old." Jiang Ziya replied respectfully, but he seemed to have thought of something in his heart.

"You were born with a low life, and it is difficult to achieve immortality. You can only receive blessings from the world. When the soup is exhausted, the Zhou family will be prosperous. You and I will work together, enshrine the gods to go down the mountain, and help the Ming Lord. As a general, it is not in vain for you to go up the mountain." 40 years of practice. This is not a place where you have lived for a long time, so you can pack up and go down the mountain early."

Yuanshi Tianzun's words made Jiang Ziya feel mixed. He was happy because he would do great things in the future, but worried about whether he would miss the immortal way in his life?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya couldn't help but show sadness on his face. He has worked hard for forty years to practice Taoism, but now he directly reports that he has no future, so he immediately bowed down with a sad expression on his face: "My disciple is sincerely cultivating Taoism. I have endured years of hard work, and I still have years of practice. It’s like throwing mustard and throwing needles, I hope the master will be merciful and return to enlightenment, the disciples are willing to practice asceticism in the mountains, and they will not dare to covet the wealth and honor of the world, I hope the master will record it.”

"Your fate is like this, you must listen to the sky, how can you disobey it?" Seeing Jiang Ziya begging so hard, Yuanshi Tianzun also sighed.

Seeing this, the Anji fairy standing beside him immediately stepped forward with a smile and nodded, "Ziya, the opportunity is rare, and the time must not be lost. The number of days is fixed, and it is impossible to escape. Although you are going down the mountain, when you succeed, There will be a day when you go up the mountain."

After seeing Brother Nanji Xianweng's comfort, Jiang Ziya knew that things should not be forced, so he forced a smile, bowed his head, and then kowtowed to Yuanshi Tianzun, saying: "Disciple will abide by the decree of the law."

Seeing his disciple's reluctance, Yuanshi Tianzun was also a little touched, he couldn't help but nodded and said indifferently: "Well, although you go, there is still a day to go up the mountain."

Jiang Ziya reluctantly walked out of Yuxu Palace and went back to pack his luggage, but only Yuanshi Tianzun and Nanji Xianweng were left in the hall.

At this moment, Nanji Xianweng looked a little hesitant, and finally said quietly: "Master, the human race suffered casualties in this battle of Conferring Gods!"

Although the words are not finished, the meaning is very clear. This time the killing robbery is said to be the killing robbery of the three religions, and it is also a human killing robbery. The number of people on the list of gods is dead. The sects are all saint sects, and there is only one human race left. If you want to have fewer people, then you need a little more people from the human race.

Looking at himself as the first personal disciple, how could Yuanshi Tianzun not know his disciple's thoughts, and said indifferently: "It is in accordance with the way of heaven to confer gods and kill robberies, and it is inevitable that people in the world will be destroyed, but as long as the killings are completed as soon as possible, killing robberies When it disappears on its own, the heaven and the earth will naturally be stable.”

An answer that was vaguely known to everyone, but this time Nanji Xianweng still stubbornly raised his head, looked at his master, took a deep breath, and directly bowed respectfully.

"The disciple was born in the human race and dare not forget. The world was robbed, and the disciple was sad. I explained that the disciples committed the murder, and the disciple was even more sad. Please forgive the disciple."

At this moment, the Antarctic Immortal's eyes were filled with firmness, and the Yuanshi Tianzun who saw him shook his head with a rare sigh and said: "Idiot, idiot."

"There are many idle monks in the world who committed murder, and there are even those who are entangled in karma. You decide for yourself."

As soon as Yuanshi Tianzun expressed his position, the Anji Immortal immediately bowed heavily excitedly, "My disciple thank you, Master."

It can be said that his master Yuanshi Tianzun nodded and agreed. The Antarctic fairy did not want his human race to suffer too many disasters because of this catastrophe. Cultivator Jie is listed on the list, and the gods will gather together one day earlier, then killing Jie will disappear on its own, and the world will return to its former stability.

Song.

This day Qingyun just came out of the inner court, passed the Fengong Tower, Xianqing Hall, Jiashan Hall, Jiujian Hall, stepped out of the Meridian Gate and stepped on the Jade Qilin, as if he had sensed something, he frowned, and pinched his fingers for an instant enlightenment.

"So it was you, Jiang Shang, who came down the mountain."

Because of the trace of Jiang Ziya's original energy, Qingyun could feel it, and there was a smile on his brows at this time. He had prepared for so long, and this big show was finally about to start.

Just when Qingyun was about to leave on the jade unicorn, he suddenly saw the upright and dignified figure of Bigan among the officials, and suddenly a plan arose in his heart.

Bi Gan, Qiqiao's exquisite and loyal minister, is even a person who is conferred the title of "Wenqu Xingguan" with strong luck in the mortal world.

On this day, Bi Gan came out of the palace as usual with a relaxed smile on his face. His own king has been very talented in recent years. There are four towns and eight hundred small princes. How many are left in the world today?

The newly supported young Dong Bohou is already their puppet, and the two hundred princes in the east are also in name only, not to mention the southern princes. .

As for the north, cutting the flesh with a blunt knife is the most painful and safest. After rebelling against the 72nd Route, almost all the remaining 100-odd princes have lost their real power.

Now there is only Xiqi left in the world, and it is also the last hard nut to crack, but in Bigan's mind, it will be a matter of time.

"Hehe, the poor Taoist figured it out and counted it as a monster making trouble. You kings are really unfilial."

Bigan, who was smiling all over his face, had just walked out of the palace, and met a person at the corner, but the words of this Taoist made him frown, and he couldn't help but cup his hands a little unhappy, "Why did the Taoist priest say that?"

In front of him is a Taoist with white hair and white beard and a jade-white Yin-Yang Taoist robe, holding a magic whip with a fairy-like appearance.

The Taoist looked at Bigan's appearance, as if the other party felt that his words were rude, but the Taoist was prepared for stage fright, and instead looked at Bigan with a sneer and said: "Dare to ask my lord, who are the three emperors of the human race?"

Bigan frowned and said without hesitation: "The three emperors of my human race are naturally the emperor Fuxi, the emperor Shennong, and the emperor Xuanyuan." Because of Chi You's reputation, most people don't know it, and only a few people know that the emperor is Xuanyuan. And Chi You two.

"Then if there are monsters in the Emperor Xuanyuan's tomb, I wonder if this is considered unfilial, my lord!"

Bigan was stunned by this sentence, and then watched the Taoist prepare to leave. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, he stopped the Taoist and asked, "Do you dare to practice for the fairy mountain of the Taoist?"

The Taoist overplayed his head, looked proudly at Dongfang and cupped his hands, "I have been cultivating Taoism under the gate of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain for forty years, Jiang Shang! Jiang Ziya is also."

One sentence immediately made Bigan bow respectfully, "It turns out that he is a disciple of the sage who explained religion. Thank you, Daoist Jiang, for your advice."

Faced with Bigan's gratitude, Jiang Ziya nodded with a smile on his face, "Master Pindaoguan is utterly loyal, and I will help him again today."

"I don't know when there was a brood of foxes practicing in this Xuanyuan tomb. My lord can bring more soldiers and horses to surround the caves around this Xuanyuan tomb. And this fox has been practicing for many years, and it has long been contaminated with a trace of human emperor. It is also rare. Treasures, when the time comes, the adults will release thick smoke to choke out the goblins, and they can be skinned after they are captured."

"This fox fur tainted with the emperor's aura is a rare treasure."

Hearing this, Bigan couldn't help smiling, cupped his hands and said: "The words of the Taoist priest are wonderful. The three emperors are the ancestors of the human race, so they are naturally the ancestors of the human race. The king works day and night on the state affairs, but our officials are negligent."

Jiang Ziya suddenly smiled, and his figure disappeared while laughing in Bigan's eyes.

But Bigan's respectful face showed a dignified look, he only half believed the words of the Taoist in front of him, and he would know the truth or falsehood by going to Xuanyuan Tomb in person.

Immediately, Bigan turned back to the palace, and asked Di Xin to order the ancestors to go to the Xuanyuan Tomb. With a big wave of his hand, the mighty eight thousand imperial forest soldiers who practiced martial arts were all elites. On the second day, they led by Bigan. Go down to Xuanyuan Tomb.

Chaoge, 35 miles from the south gate, Songjiazhuang.

There is a manor here, and it is also a wealthy family. Song Yiren, the owner of Songjiazhuang, kowtowed respectfully in his ancestral hall today to thank him.

"You came."

"The unworthy descendant Song Yiren pays a visit to the ancestor."

In the smoky ancestral hall, there was another strange sound, and Song Yiren seemed to have been used to it for a long time, but kept nodding and prostrating excitedly.

"The ancestor once said that he should give three great opportunities to his descendants when he appeared three times. The first time the ancestor appeared, he gave the unworthy descendants a fortune. That's why the stranger is today. The second time he appeared, he gave the stranger a room full of books. The unworthy descendants understand that this is a great opportunity, and it is also the foundation for the Song family to last forever."

It is obvious that this Song Yiren has been familiar with the internal affairs books for so many years, not only is he full of knowledge, but also has the air of a scholar and gentleman, and he respectfully kowtows to the ancestor's tablet.

"Today is the last time for the ancestor to protect the younger generation, and it is also the last opportunity. If you can seize it, let alone the wealth and honor in the world will last forever, you are more likely to be enthroned as a god and be worshiped by the human race forever. Wouldn't it be better than a game in the world?"

Originally, under the influence of decades of reading, this Song Yiren was not surprised, but today's words still shocked him.

"I implore the ancestor to give me some guidance."

The tablet is a scarecrow, and the phantom is full of the aura of Taiyi real person. It turns out that it is the national teacher Qingyun real person who is secretly manipulating. In this way, after the killing and robbery in the future, only Taiyi will be counted, and the Not him.

"It's also suitable for you to take this opportunity. Do you still remember that you had a sworn brother Jiang Shang 40 years ago?"

Song Yiren showed ecstasy immediately after being shocked. He is not stupid. Could it be possible that this sworn brother of himself has really succeeded in cultivating Taoism?

"Now the great catastrophe of heaven and earth is about to begin. This Jiang Ziya is the man who was destined to confer the gods. This catastrophe will affect the three realms and involve countless beings. You only need to remember one thing. This man of Jiang Ziya's destiny is very lucky. As long as he owes you The more you have, the more luck you will get in the future, and this person will do a great job in the future, you need to help him with all your strength, even if it means dissipating all your wealth."

"It is precisely because of this catastrophe that the ancestor will return to the underworld, and he will no longer be able to protect his descendants in the future. You must remember this catastrophe."

After some settling, the voice suddenly stopped. The moment Song Yiren raised his head, he saw that the spiritual tablet he had enshrined all his life fell to the ground. At this moment, he panicked.

"Old ancestor? Old ancestor?"

After calling several times, Song Yiren knew that his ancestor was gone, and suddenly felt that he had no support, but when he remembered what his ancestor said, he suddenly became excited.

Protected by his ancestors, he thought that this third chance was his official career. After all, his ancestors gave him a room full of books about handling internal affairs, so he thought he would have such an opportunity.

Song Yiren is not stupid, he calmed down after being excited, and after careful analysis, he suddenly understood that his ancestor gave him so many books, didn't he just want him to rely on his wealth to help his sworn brother? Great work.

Immediately, Song Yiren showed a smile, and just at this moment, the footsteps of servants suddenly came from outside the door.

"Reporting to the master, there is a person outside the mansion who said that he is the old man of the family who came to visit."

After hearing this, Song Yiren suddenly regained his energy, but he thought of something again. He took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, and said in a deep voice, "Waiting for the old man to see who this old friend is in person."

He knew that his ancestor's prophecy had come true, and his nobleman had come.

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