Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 801: The road is long and difficult, but it is coming soon. If you know your own mind, your path will be clear.

In the midst of lightning and flint, before all the rebels could react, their bodies collapsed, leaving only a ray of soul light, and they fled to the underworld of reincarnation.

Under Yang Jiao's thick black hair, a layer of crystal light could not help but appear on his face. The energy in his body swept the world with the force of a bullfight, and his ferocious and vast energy continued to spread across the three realms, nine states, and the four seas.

His indifferent voice echoed through the Lingxiao Palace:

"Tathagata, should you go on your own, or should I send you away?"

The Tathagata suddenly appeared in the temple, with a sad expression on his face, and whispered:

"Amitabha, all conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such. We have lost. I hope that your majesty can really be consistent in his words and deeds, and treat all beings as equals. From now on, he will work hard to create more splendid and colorful things for the three realms. The grand world."

After saying that, his body radiated Buddha light and gradually turned into a relic with deep Buddhist charm. Just as he turned into a rainbow and entered reincarnation, Yang Jiao's eyes condensed and he said:

"Buddha is used to being aloof. He should just wallow a little more in the mud of this world."

Suddenly, he flicked his finger, and a sharp sword light struck at the relic. In an instant, the relic was shattered and turned into ashes, leaving only a wisp of soul thrown into the lower world.

Yang Jiao's pure eyes fell on Heishui:

"The boring foreplay is over. Give the roster to Taibai and let him call those who have achieved perfect merits in the mortal world, persist in forging ahead, and maintain an unswerving spirit to go to heaven."

"Yes."

Three hundred years later.

In the Palace of Heavenly Emperor, Yang Jiao stood on a pavilion. His eyes moved and he suddenly disappeared from the place and appeared in the east of the East China Sea.

He looked a little stunned, but he didn't know how there were peach trees stretching out in the East China Sea, and their flowers were so bright that they were as beautiful as the peach trees ten miles away. He couldn't help but feel familiar in his heart.

Moreover, Yang Jiao came here specifically because he sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar energy appearing in the east of the East China Sea.

With his eyebrows relaxed, he walked calmly into the peach blossom forest.

Suddenly, peach blossoms were flying all over the sky, just like the misty rain in April in the south of the Yangtze River. When it lasted, a figure dressed in cyan appeared in the crimson peach blossom rain.

Yang Jiao stood still and took a closer look, only to find that it was Zhao Yun.

He smiled lightly:

"As the old saying goes, when you see each other after three days, you should treat each other with admiration. I never thought that after not seeing you for so many years, you have improved so much in your conduct."

Zhao Yun's peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and he walked over slowly:

"We haven't seen each other for many years? You and I have indeed not seen each other for many years. Do you still remember my last name?"

A glimmer of concentration flashed deep in Yang Jiao's eyes. First, he realized that he could not detect Zhao Yun's specific cultivation level. Then he suddenly realized that even the ability to read minds had failed. He couldn't help but secretly said:

"This Zhao Yun is completely different from the original plot line. Could his true origin be the incarnation of a powerful person from all over the world?"

He calmed down a little and said:

"You are Sister Yun who gave me three high-fives and made a vow. How could I forget?"

After hearing this, Zhao Yun showed no expression. As soon as he walked up to Yang Jiao, he asked lightly:

"Do you think this Ten Miles of Peach Forest looks familiar?"

Yang Jiao heard the words and looked around. The feeling of familiarity in his heart became more and more obvious, but a feeling of resistance suddenly appeared in his heart. He was a little surprised. This peach forest was indistinguishable from the ten-mile peach forest where Zheyan lived in the world of Three Lives and Three Worlds. How many.

But as far as he knew, in that realm, he was the fourth son of Tianjun, Mo Jiao. He was born with a poor bloodline and was not liked by others. Therefore, he lived in seclusion and devoted himself to cultivation. When he achieved some success in cultivation, he suddenly suffered a sudden death. Qixiang adopted an adopted son and named him Tiandao.

But from the beginning to the end, he had little interaction with Zheyan from Shili Taolin.

Later, when he reached great success, he started to innovate the Dingding, because he couldn't stand the hereditary succession of the Heavenly King, and all the divine clans in the four seas and eight wastelands were trying to sweep away the snow on their doorsteps, not caring about the frost on other people's tiles.

I also hate this bloodline divinity. While it imprisons the enterprising spirit of the gods, it also stifles the desire of all souls to work hard.

He is even more disdainful of the endless chaos of those who stand tall among the gods, those who show off their divine power, and those who disregard the common people for the sake of love.

The purpose of following the practice is not to become a master, but to make this world no longer have the idea of ​​a master, ban the gods, change the world, and finally let the way of heaven govern the world.

Yang Jian kept thinking about many old memories, but the feeling of resistance in his heart became more and more intense. He immediately followed his spiritual sense, no longer entangled, and said without changing his expression:

"Such a bright, fragrant and breathtaking peach forest is really unforgettable, but after all, it doesn't feel familiar at all."

Zhao Yun did not comment and said calmly:

"Really? I have heard a story over the years. I wonder if you would like to listen to it?" Yang Jiao nodded:

"Appreciate further details."

Zhao Yun said calmly:

"A woman was assassinated and lost her memory. She lost all her cultivation and turned into a mortal. Later, she was rescued by a man. Seeing that the woman was pitiful and lonely, and she was still a mortal, he not only took her in, but also taught her how to practice. The two of them were like this After getting along for many years, we gradually became like-minded Taoist friends."

"Who would have known that this man is a man with a heart of iron and a man who is dedicated to the road, but like a bird without feet, he will never look back and move forward. He has long known the true identity of the woman, and there is more between them. The main reason for coming to rescue this woman who was plotted is to cut off this marriage."

"Later, by chance, the amnesiac woman learned that the man had an engagement behind her. It seemed that she had developed a crush on the man after many years of getting along with her. The man just pushed the idea and asked the woman to break off the engagement with him."

She paused and looked sideways:

"Does this man have a lot of ideas?"

As Yang Jiao listened from beginning to end, the inexplicable feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. He always felt that this person's behavior was very familiar, so he could only say dryly:

"It is indeed very thoughtful to ask a woman to break off her engagement and solve everything from the root."

When he said this, he turned sideways to avoid Zhao Yun's sight, and then said:

"But having said that, at first glance, this man is a man of no love and sex. He is a man of only the right. He himself is well aware of his own nature. Such an action is also an excellent solution."

Zhao Yun said quietly:

"But, after all, it was the woman who won the game, found the man's only weakness, and then quickly slept with the man and gave birth to a child for him."

Yang Jiao was silent, and time completely stopped at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, but he said with some difficulty:

"Slept? And gave birth to a baby?"

Yang Jiao turned around and faced Zhao Yun, frowning three points:

"Who are you anyway?"

Zhao Yun put his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes:

"Who am I? Yang Jiao, who has promised me his whole life and no matter how hard it is to do so, would actually ask me this question?"

She chuckled:

"Yang Jiao, you are better at playing than I thought. I want to see if the so-called Demon Lord of Freedom has ever gone too far and committed suicide by playing with fire."

"I thought that when you played yourself to death, I might be able to escape."

Yang Jiao didn't understand what he heard and uttered two words:

"what for?"

Zhao Yun smiled, remained silent, turned into little stars, and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Jiao pointed it as a sword and wanted to point it at the center of his eyebrows. When searching for clues from the Niwan Palace, not only did the Yinming Monument shine with a profound light, seeming to send a warning, but his own spiritual sense also showed that if he wanted to explore the details , is a misfortune rather than a blessing, a warning not to get to the bottom of it.

He hesitated for a long time and finally lowered his sword finger.

Yang Jiaochu stayed there for a long time, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at the sky and smiled freely:

"Forget it, is it possible that I will harm myself? The road is long and long, but it will be over soon. If you know your own mind, your path will be clear."

(End of this chapter)