The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

A wisp of green smoke fell on the ancient pine, and Meng Jing's figure slowly appeared.

Meng Jing looked down at the entire Notre Dame Temple and saw many pilgrims coming and going. They all had pious faces and brought various tributes. They walked into the temple one after another and knelt down to the vividly carved stone statue. They were all filled with emotion in their mouths and hearts. Think about what you want in your heart.

Meng Jing then transformed into a young man and walked into this ancient temple that he had not been to for nearly 500 years.

Looking around this ancient temple that had been renovated by many believers, Meng Jing looked deep into the ancient temple, then walked along the corridor leading to the depths of the temple, bypassing a wall with a fairy formation.

Came to a land of peach trees.

Meng Jing looked at the peach blossoms falling all over the sky, then immediately walked towards the stone table in the center of the peach forest and sat down on the stone bench.

"Third Holy Mother, why are you missing?" Meng Jing said softly: "I know you are nearby!"

After a while, Meng Jing was ten feet away in front of him.

A ray of rays of light appeared, the rays of light flickered, and a beautiful figure vaguely appeared in it.

Yang Chan, with fluttering white clothes and waterfall-like black hair, walked out, looked at Meng Jing solemnly, and asked softly with her red lips parted.

"Saint Lord Conquering Demons, why are you here!"

Yang Chan felt wary and puzzled at the moment.Ever since Meng Jing fought against the two emperors, he disappeared without a trace, making it difficult for the immortals in the Three Realms to find him.

Now it appears here.

Meng Jing said softly: "After my fight with Emperor Gouchen, I became riddled with hostility. In order not to be disturbed by the hostility, I chose a retreat at random. Unexpectedly, I chose the Huashan realm!"

"I'm just here to take a look!" Meng Jing stated calmly.

Yang Chan's beautiful eyes were stunned. Although she didn't know whether Meng Jing's words were true or false, out of courtesy, he still walked to Meng Jing and sat down. His hand flashed across the stone table, and a tea set suddenly appeared on the stone table.

"I see, it's fate!" Yang Chansu held the teapot in her hand and poured tea for Meng Jing.

"Has Heaven given up on helping those who want to learn scriptures?" Meng Jing held the tea cup and looked at Yang Chan calmly.

"...Well! Since the battle between the Holy Lord and the two emperors, the Jade Emperor announced that Heaven has made the decision to give up on the disaster of traveling to the west!" Yang Chan nodded.

Meng Jing nodded upon hearing this. It seemed that he no longer needed to guard against the other six emperors.

"Holy Lord...that...Is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi okay now?" Yang Chan seemed to hesitate in her words, but she still asked.

"Ha!" Meng Jing looked at Yang Chan, narrowed his eyes, and said, "He can't die! He is now locked in time and space in that formation, delaying the passage of time!"

Yang Chan nodded when he heard the words and said: "What's next for the Holy Lord? Will he always have to deal with Buddhism?"

When Meng Jing heard this, he suddenly looked straight at Yang Chan. His eyes meant to tell the other party that you asked too many questions.

When Yang Chan saw this, it didn't matter. He said directly: "Master wants to know! He said that if he has a chance to meet you, he will ask you! How do you deal with it?"

Meng Jing's eyes narrowed and he said softly: "Yuding has nothing to do. I said that Meng Yu is his disciple, but I am not!"

Hearing this, Yang Chan's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help the doubts in her heart, and asked directly: "What's the difference? Meng Yu is your incarnation. Since he is the master's apprentice, why aren't you? Meng Jing, don't say that, you have this There are eight or nine mysterious skills!"

"If Buddhism knows that you are Master's disciple, I'm afraid Master will be in trouble in the future!" Yang Chan said with her mouth raised, her tone seemed to be complaining.
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The ancient hiking trail at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

"Elder, how about you tell me in detail!" Zhuangyuan Lang returned to his normal expression, and anger flashed deep in his eyes.He came to Huashan Mountain with a warm and expectant heart. Unexpectedly, he was put in a bad mood by these two monks before he even went up.

Blood disaster?The champion man snorted in his heart and really wanted to slap the little monk.

When the old monk heard this, he saw the Zhuangyuan Lang's expression that he could not leave until he made it clear. He sighed slowly and said, "Donor, do you believe in fate?"

The No. [-] Scholar was stunned when he heard this, and asked puzzledly: "Where does the fate come from?"

"You can have the future you have today, right? You have the answer in your heart, right?" the old monk said.The Zhuangyuan Lang's face froze, remembering what happened in the Notre Dame Temple more than ten years ago.

...The scene was like a dream.That was the first time he saw the appearance of the three goddesses of Mount Huashan, and he also saw two people of unknown origin who were suspected of being gods.

He also heard the words of promise made by the Three Holy Mothers to him, saying that he would fulfill his wish.

He also knew that the Three Holy Mothers were his reward for his many months of diligent cleaning of the then abandoned Holy Mother Temple.

After what the goddess said, it turned out that he was singing all the way on his way to becoming famous, frustrating many students from aristocratic families, gaining the favor of many aristocratic families, and even many aristocratic families acting as matchmakers with him.

But does he really just want to gain fame?
The No. [-] Scholar asked himself in his heart, how could the vulgar world be compared to the pure and pure goddess?

Could it be that this old monk really has some skills?
The No. [-] Scholar looked seriously at the old monk in front of him, who looked as calm as water. Suddenly he bowed to the old monk with a serious look and said seriously: "I admire the elder's wisdom!"

The young monk couldn't help but pouted when he saw the great change of attitude of Zhuangyuan Lang.

"It's a great gift from the donor! I can't bear it!" said the old monk.

"Elder, this little elder said that Xiaosheng is suffering from a blood disaster. I wonder where this blood disaster comes from?" Zhuangyuan Lang asked nervously.

"Donors, don't be too nervous. Blood evil does not necessarily mean that your life is in danger!" said the old monk.

Hearing this, Zhuangyuan Lang breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously: "Is there a way to resolve this?"

"This..." The old monk hesitated, looking at the scholar's persistent and fiery eyes, he shook his head and sighed: "The sea of ​​suffering, when will the world wake up and escape from the sea of ​​suffering of six desires!"

The No. [-] Scholar looked at the compassionate old monk in front of him, and said with twinkling eyes: "The six desires are the driving force for people's advancement and struggle. If they are separated, the entire human empire may lose its vitality and even die on its own!"

"Besides, if everyone is freed from the six desires, who will still cultivate the farmland, and who will make various items that facilitate the world?"

The old monk said sternly: "Donor, you have fame and fortune, and your future is limitless. Why take risks for what you want? Why don't you let it go! Go back!"

When the No. [-] scholar heard this, his heart tightened and he asked, "Elder, do you know what I want in my heart?" At this time, the No. [-] scholar was really afraid that the old monk could see through his deepest thoughts.

The old monk shook his head and said with a smile: "I am not a Buddha or a Bodhisattva. I cannot see through the worldly and dirty heart of the donor. I don't know what the donor wants!"

"As the saying goes, if you don't hit the south wall, you won't look back! But Xiaosheng has a thought in his heart that he must go to the top of Huashan Mountain today!" Looking at the top of Huashan Mountain, Zhuangyuan Lang said firmly: "Even if there is a bloody disaster on this trip, Xiaosheng will not Never look back and give up!”

"I beg you, elder, to be merciful and give me some guidance!" Zhuangyuanlang said with a serious and respectful look, "Show me a clear way!"

"The aura above your head is faintly flashing gold. Your fame and wealth must be related to the Tang Dynasty!" The old monk said: "Or maybe there is something in you that is contaminated with the luck of the dynasty!"

The champion's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he quickly took out the jade pendant from his waist and said nervously: "Is it this?"

"This thing was given to Xiaosheng by His Majesty the King of Tang Dynasty!" Zhuangyuanlang added.

The old monk carefully looked at the shape of the jade pendant, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, this jade pendant implies the luck of the humane dynasty. Donor, if you insist on going up the mountain, if you encounter sneaky demons and harm you, you can use this jade pendant to place it between your eyebrows. It will not be invaded by all dirt and can prevent disasters. !”

"Thank you, elder, for your guidance. I'm very grateful, young man!"

The No. [-] Scholar looked excited when he heard this. He held the jade pendant tightly in his hand and looked at the jade pendant vigorously.

"Alas! Since you have made up your mind, I won't waste any time saying goodbye!" The old monk sighed softly and led the young monk along the Huashan Ancient Road.

"Thank you, elder!" Seeing the old monk leaving, Zhuangyuan Lang bowed deeply.

"When you sink into the sea of ​​suffering, greed is the best word!" A long voice came down the mountain road and rushed into the ears of the champion man.

"Greed?" The champion man was silent for a long time after hearing this. He smiled softly and said as if he was relieved: "It's not greed, it's competition!"

Shortly after.A dazzling array of tributes were purchased from Huashan Ancient Town by the attendants. After the Zhuangyuan Lang gave an order, the red wooden boxes one after another were carried by the attendants and walked towards the mountain road. (End of chapter)