Fengshen: Visualizing a Neutron Star at the Start

Chapter 628 Acquired Victory Over Innate, Leave
Whether the legendary Eastern Prince is a hero or a bear, Wang Yu is not good at judging.

It's hard to say whether his character is domineering or reckless.

However, when the purple-clothed Taoist who claimed to be the Eastern King flew forward, Wang Yu felt that this was definitely a high-level cultivator.

Dressed in purple, she is dignified and peaceful, with an aura that belongs only to true Taoist practitioners.

The face is like a crown jade, and the three beautiful beards under the forehead are neat and smooth, adding a bit of immortal demeanor.

Wang Yu opened his eyes and looked, and suddenly felt hundreds of millions of golden lights bursting out, soft and sacred, with a power to calm people's hearts and eliminate distracting thoughts, turning around behind the Taoist's head, forming a circle of golden light.

The golden wheel of merit!

There is no doubt that this person has great merit!
As for where the merit comes from, Wang Yu turned his eyes and landed on the Ziyang Mountain below, he couldn't help but nodded secretly, thinking in his heart that it was true.

"Poverty Wang Yu, I've met fellow Daoist Dongwang." Wang Yu moved his fingers together, pinched Zhongli and met Dongwang.

Doum, who was at the side, also pinched Zhongli: "My God, Doum."

Today, the Taoist ancestor has not yet appeared, the Zixiao Palace has not yet opened, and Doumu is not a monk of later generations, so naturally the existence of "Taoist priests" is unknown.

She is the residence of the congenital god, and it is no problem to see people claiming to be the god.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Wang Yu and Lord Doumu Yuan." Duke Dong smiled, turning his eyes to Wang Yu and Doumu successively.

Fellow?Yuan Jun?
Wang Yu's heart moved, could it be said that this East Prince is not the innate god's mansion in this world but a latecomer, the East Prince from other worlds?
Or Donghua Emperor, Lu Dongbin, came to this world, got the position and name of Dongwanggong, and became the new Dongwanggong?
He guessed, but he didn't show it on his face, and he didn't mean to investigate in detail.

After all, this in itself is not a very important matter to him.

Who the East Prince is is not important to him.

"The honored guest is coming from afar, why don't you come down and have a cup of tea?" Duke Dong waved his hand and beckoned the two of them to go to Chunyang Purple Mountain.

Wang Yu had nothing to do, while Dou Mu looked at the other monks in the mountain curiously, and couldn't wait even more after Dong Wanggong attracted him.

The three of them descended from the clouds and arrived in the mountains.

The mountain is purple mountain, pure yang to rigid, mighty and majestic.

The mountain was bustling unexpectedly, people came and went, each of them had different Dao aggregates pervading their bodies, and the aura turned into a solid aura, like a ribbon, wrapping around a group of monks.

The light of Tao is flickering, containing the principle of the movement of heaven and earth, surrounding everyone, looking at it, it looks like a square of heaven and earth.

These divine mansions, walking in the mountains, people stop from time to time, their eyes are thoughtful, they become like wood carvings, they stop at the same place, and a ribbon fluttering beside them slowly lifts up, impressively feeling something , Enlightenment!

There are still many monks like this here.

Some people have just entered enlightenment, and some people have finished enlightenment. The ribbon came alive and circled around the body before stopping, feeling excited and excited.

That is not the feeling of the ribbon, but the state of mind of the owner of the ribbon.

During the fluctuation, strips of purple air hung from the sky, falling on the monks who had finished their enlightenment, and their aura continued to increase.

That is the condensed power of pure yang and the deeper mysteries, transformed by reason.

"Fellow Daoist, great mercy." Wang Yu saw the clue and couldn't help praising.

No matter what the Eastern Prince looked like in history, but right now, the Eastern Prince who appeared in front of him can definitely be regarded as a true cultivator.

These monks in front of them are all the innate gods of Honghuang himself, and their backgrounds are quite different from those of the Daoguo monks who came in from outside.

The East Prince doesn't know whether it's an outside monk or his own innate god's mansion. In short, he deserves to be the existence that can become the head of male immortals.

The cultivation base at this time has far surpassed other innate gods, and has reached the peak of Da Luo Jinxian.

Of course, it's just an ordinary Da Luo Jinxian, and it's still too far away from attaining the Dao Fruit!

After all, this catastrophe has just begun. To be precise, it is only a calamity creature born from the catastrophe, not a world creature born from the world.

The most fundamental foundation is much worse.

Without the stimulation of external information, it is really not an easy task to prove the Tao, and it is even much more difficult than proving the Tao outside.

These are all things to say later. For now, Duke Dong may have sensed something. Using his own pure yang power, he turned into a pure yang purple mountain and is calling to help a group of congenital gods.

In a way, he could be understood as preaching!

Preaching before Daozu!

"Could it be that, in the original prehistoric situation, Duke Dong did the same thing. He preached the Tao before the Taoist ancestors, and gained the luck of some sentient beings. That's why he became the head of male immortals later on?"

Looking at it, Wang Yu's heart suddenly moved, and his thinking suddenly became clear.

If so, then everything makes sense.

He said, if he was just a normal Duke of the East who didn't do anything and didn't worship the Taoist ancestor as his teacher, how could he be qualified to be named the head of male immortals? At the beginning, he was still above Sanqing and others.

And if we say that these are not the meaning of Daozu, but the result of Dong Wanggong's own actions, which should belong to him.

Then, everything is understandable!
The Taoist ancestor named Dong Wanggong as the head of the male immortals. In order to get rid of this part of the cause and effect, although the other great powers were dissatisfied, they did not stop it.

Because, they all know that this position must belong to the Eastern Prince!
If Dong Wanggong himself does not become the head of the male immortal, this part of the karma will be stuck here and cannot be eliminated, and the successor heavenly emperor and earthly deity will not be able to appear.

It seems that the keyhole of the gate is blocked. If you want to open the door, you must first clean the keyhole, and to clean the keyhole, you must be Dong Wanggong!
"What a great fate..." Wang Yu understood everything, and was amazed at the fate of Duke Dong.

This is the real good that comes with good.

In the original general situation, I am afraid that Duke Dong did the same, no matter whether it was intentional or unintentional, this also made him repeatedly rank above the Sanqing Nuwa and other great powers.

If it wasn't for the East Prince being too floating, he would have been doing so many foolish things in the follow-up, I am afraid that there would be no such thing as the monster clan and the witch clan.

As long as Dong Wanggong himself is not stupid, relying on this part of the cause and effect of preaching to all living beings in advance, even if he is not sanctified, no one can shake his position as the head of male immortals!

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

Wang Yu kept sighing in his heart, and at the invitation of Prince Dong, he entered the cave in the mountain.

Along the way, when they met sober monks, they all greeted the Eastern Prince first.

He could see that those monks' respect for Duke Dong came from the bottom of their hearts, and they had no other intentions.

In this mountain, the heart's desire is the East Prince!
He gradually felt the power of a mighty emperor, and he didn't even need to figure it out. If there were no accidents, with the development of the catastrophe, in the future, the one in front of him should still become the head of male immortals!
Not only because of the general trend of the times, but also because he is the Duke of the East!

"Fellow daoist, try it quickly. This is a pure yang tea tree that was born in my way of pure yang. I got the opportunity of pure yang. Let's see if it agrees with fellow daoist?"

After entering the cave, Duke Dong began to make tea after busy work.

"Suck it~"

Wang Yu was still reserved, and Doumu on the side couldn't wait to take a sip, and then he narrowed his eyes comfortably, and the dense tea air shuttled through his body, gently and freely, and finally flew out of his mouth and nose, turning into A warm air, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, destroying all evils.

Wang Yu squinted his eyes, staring at the tea gas, and saw the core of it. There was a purple tea tree, full of vitality, swaying and shining, very extraordinary.

"Good tea!" He praised it before drinking it.

Doum closed his eyes, Dao Yun flowed from his body, showing countless stars, and within a few breaths, a star field was formed.

Just a sip of tea, she has already gained a lot of benefits and is digesting it.

"Friend Daoist, don't you want to try it?" Seeing the vision on Doumu, Prince Dong was a little satisfied and a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, this fellow Taoist, in the vision revealed, possesses an aura that is no worse than him.

In the prehistoric years, this is one of the few fellows he has seen who can rival himself.

That's all, what made him even more uncertain was Wang Yu who was beside Doumu.

From the moment he appeared until now, he has been very calm, and he has not seen any major emotional fluctuations.

No matter when you see the vast Chunyang Ziqi River, or when you see the countless monks in the mountains, or when you see this Chunyang tea.

He was not surprised at all, as if everything was in his expectation, it seemed so unpredictable.

For a moment, Prince Dong couldn't hold it anymore. Could it be that this distinguished fellow Taoist whom he sensed was stronger than himself?
"Let's try." Wang Yu replied with a smile, and took a sip from his teacup.

Immediately, I felt the endless pure yang power, along the throat, erupting in the body, like a small sun, making the whole body warm!

Chunyang represents righteousness and energy!

Under the pure sun, the energy is unlimited, and distracting thoughts are all eliminated.

"If I could drink this tea before going to practice when I first traveled here, I'm afraid I could become an immortal in one thought. It really is the tea of ​​pure yang."

Wang Yu nodded and gently put down the teacup.

Duke Dong was taken aback by this action. After drinking his pure yang tea, this fellow Taoist didn't have any Dao accumulation or energy?
You know, his pure yang tea was born in the way of pure yang, and by chance, he got half of the innate immortal aura, which made him achieve the number of innate spiritual roots.

Anyone, when drinking this tea for the first time, the effect is the best.

Even if it is the Daluo Jinxian who is equal to him, drinking tea for the first time can also get rid of fatigue, distracting thoughts and all kinds of bad thoughts on his body, and purify his mind.

However, this fellow Taoist...

"Fellow Daoist, do you think my tea is not to your taste?" Duke Dong asked tentatively, uncertain.

"That's not the case, it's great. Among the teas I've ever had, it's at the top...it's the top."

Wang Yu originally wanted to say that he was in the front row, but he suddenly realized that he had also created a lot of supernatural powers and civilized tea.

Although it is not among the congenital, but because of the supernatural powers and civilization he created, to a certain extent, it has surpassed the restricted congenital spirit root tea.

And he is not a stingy person. When he focuses on one thing, he will devote himself to it.

Regardless of how many magical powers you have, how much tea is created by civilization, at least until the interest is exhausted, it will not stop.

Thinking about it carefully, there are not a few tea leaves he created, at least more than three thousand.

It would be a lie to say that it is in the forefront.

"Huh?" Duke Dong heard the hidden meaning in Wang Yu's words, and was stunned for a moment, a little in disbelief.

This is Xiantian Spiritual Root Tea!

He believes that there may be more delicious tea than his Chunyang purple tea in this world, but he absolutely does not believe that there will be too many!

"Good tea." At this moment, Doum finally digested what he had gained, his eyes brightened, and he restrained his vision.

"It's worse than your tea, but it has a different taste." Doumu praised.

She also drank the tea made by Wang Yu.

When pestering Wang Yu before, he drank a lot.

Drinking this pure Yang purple tea at this time, subconsciously compared it with Wang Yu's tea, and finally came to such a conclusion.

"Although it is not as good as your tea, there is also a different kind of Taoism in this tea, which is not in your tea."

Chunyang purple tea is really good. After drinking it, my mouth becomes sweeter. Until now, Doumu is still savoring it, and then carefully judging it.

"Fellow Daoist also has tea? I wonder if Dongwang would be honored to have a taste?" Dongwanggong asked in a calm voice, looking at Wang Yu.

He still doesn't quite believe this result. Although the two people in front of him don't seem to be lying, this result really makes him a little unbelievable.

"There is nothing you can do." Wang Yu glanced at the innocent Doumu, took out a cup of tea, and began to brew it with Duke Dong's tea set.

"There is no innate opportunity, not innate spiritual root."

Duke Dong has been staring at Wang Yu, and after he took out the tea leaves, he immediately lost his attention.

A divine thought spread out, and without Wang Yu's obstruction, he quickly took a rough look at the tea leaves he took out.

"It's not an innate spiritual root. How can you say it's better than my tea?" Duke Dong was suspicious.

It's not that he suspects that Wang Yu and Doumu are lying, it's that his thoughts have turned countless times in his mind, and he never thought that why one party's acquired tea can surpass his own innate tea?

No matter what he thinks, he can't even imagine it, and he can't even think of a way to make the acquired better than the innate when manpower can be ignored!

Wang Yu started to make tea like flowing clouds and flowing water, with extraordinary methods, carrying the profound truth as if the heaven and the earth are running.

Duke Dong's heart sank when he saw it, and he was even more sure that Wang Yu's strength might be higher than him, but now, the most important thing is not his strength, but the tea in his hand.

He stared at Wang Yu's movements without blinking, his attention was completely on it, and he didn't relax at all.

Until Wang Yu finished brewing the tea, he didn't see any deeper level of extraordinaryness, and he didn't find any means to make the acquired better than the innate.

"Please." Wang Yu lifted the teapot, poured a cup for Duke Dong, and said.

"It's not a matter of technique." Prince Dong looked away, thought to himself, and sniffled slightly, "The fragrance of tea is very ordinary, there is nothing strange about it."

"No matter from which aspect, it doesn't look like the pure Yang purple tea that can surpass me..."

The East Prince was even more puzzled, but he didn't say anything, and took a sip from his teacup.

hum~
After drinking the tea, Duke Dong suddenly felt a heavy feeling, which fell on the body and soul.

It's not dead weight like a mountain, but an invisible weight like pressure.

A thought flashed by, and the heaviness changed again, bringing with it vicissitudes, which seemed to contain endless stories.

wow~
He seemed to hear the sound of running water, and there seemed to be an extra river in his body and soul.

A historical river, there are countless influential figures in it, with peerless grace and unparalleled demeanor, leading one era after another, and interpreting legends that will be sung by future generations.

His soul was shaken, as if he had personally experienced that era, saw the endless Gaidai influential figures, saw their stories, joys and sorrows, from humbleness to legend!

From the gravel on the ground to the nine-day dragon!

He seems to have seen a world, slowly developing from a weak state to its peak, changing with every thought, and withering everything with every move!

For the world, all the characters and existence in it are nothing but scenery!
Like weeds on the ground, no matter how amazing and talented a character is, he cannot last forever, and can only lead an era.

When the era is lonely, it will fade away, and soon, the next man of the hour or the era of the era will appear!

I can't tell which person appeared first, or which era came out first!

Sometimes it's the former, sometimes it's the latter!
"Talents emerge from generation to generation, each leading the way for an era!"

After a long time, Prince Dong sighed, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely complicated.

The temperament of the whole person has undergone a huge change. From the restrained high-spiritedness before, there is a sense of historical heaviness and heaviness.

His birth time is not short, there are already eight kalpas, but under that sip of tea, he looks so small and humble.

Just like the gravel on the ground is to the beach!
Some thoughts in my mind were washed away by this sip of tea, and the whole person became much calmer and stronger.

"Sure enough, it's a good tea. It's better than my Chunyang purple tea, but I didn't expect that this acquired thing can really beat the innate one!"

Duke Dong was shocked. At this moment, his own cognition was greatly impacted, and something in his heart was slowly changing.

He was not stingy with the words of his own praise, and praised repeatedly, but stopped halfway through his words, and looked at the empty seat opposite him in amazement.

In that place, there should have been two fellow Taoists, one was the innate god mansion who was no worse than him, and the other was an even more mysterious, almost certain, mysterious monk who was above him.

But at this time, there was no one in that place.

When he was immersed in this sip of tea, the two of them had disappeared, leaving only the can of tea leaves and the brewed tea.

"Leaving?" Dong Wanggong stared at Wang Yu's original position, in a daze, and his heart was suddenly filled with endless emptiness.

"Why did you leave?"

……

"Why did we leave without saying hello?" Outside of Chunyang Zishan, Doumu looked at Wang Yu in confusion and asked this question.

(End of this chapter)