Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 278 Shouyang Mountain Divides up the Benefits and Hunyuan of Humanity!

Zhun mentioned, after the two of them reached a consensus,

Then he called Ran Deng, Pharmacist, and Maitreya over.

Hearing that the sage had summoned them, the three felt a little uneasy.

Although the westward journey is planned by the saint behind the scenes.

But actually, the specific things are all handled by them behind the scenes.

Now, the West is not going to prosper, and the sons of his Buddhism, who have worked so hard to measure the calamity, are all a group of rebels.
Will the saint take his anger out on them in a fit of anger?
Ran Deng showed timidity on his face, "Brother Yao, Brother Maitreya, why don't you go to Mount Sumeru first, and I'll wait for you below?"

Ran Deng was really afraid that if the sage would be beheaded in anger, who would he turn to for reasoning?
"Brother Ran Deng, you are too unkind, let us go, you stay by yourself?"

There was dissatisfaction on Maitreya's face. He always felt that the reason why the burning lamp hadn't peeked into the great consummation of Zhunsheng for a long time was because he was too cowardly.

"The sage was furious, Xiaodao was afraid that hundreds of millions of years of penance would be destroyed in one day."

Ran Deng showed a wry smile. Although he is the ancient Ran Deng Buddha, he was a monk after all.

Not as close as the direct disciples of the pharmacist Maitreya.

If a sage wants to take a knife against someone, he must take the outsider first.
The pharmacist frowned, sighed and said.

"The decline of Buddhism is a foregone conclusion. Master, Uncle Martial Arts should not commit suicide. At that time, if Master, Uncle Martial Arts punishes you, I will try my best to intercede for you."

"Brother Pharmacist said, just come."

Maitreya grabbed the corner of the lamp and went up Mount Sumeru with the pharmacist.

After climbing Mount Sumeru, there was no such thing as the wrath of thunder as imagined.

Zhunti greeted the two of them with the same expressions as usual.

It made the pharmacist, Maitreya, and Ran Deng even more panicked.

Master, with the uncle's appearance, could it be that he is so angry that he has lost his mind?

The two bowed their hands cautiously, "Disciple lights the lamp, pharmacist, Maitreya, pay homage to the saint."

"Get up."

Zhunti waved his hand, and a gentle force lifted the three of them up instantly.

"Dare to ask Master, what is the important matter when the uncle summons you?"

The pharmacist spoke with a very sad expression, which made people feel a sense of sympathy.

Jie Yin sighed, with sadness in his eyes.

"The Great Prosperity of the West has completely failed, and my Buddhism has suffered a complete defeat. Go and open the treasure house of Buddhism, and stabilize the current luck first."

"Buddhist treasure house?"

The pharmacist has caused waves in his heart since the establishment of Buddhism.

I have only sent things to the treasury, and I have never seen the master. The uncle asked to open the treasury to get things.
"That Master"

The pharmacist heard other meanings from the receiving words.

"As a teacher, I want to go to Zixiao Palace with your uncle, and sue Taiqing and other saints."

Receive the voice, extremely firm.

"That's right, to sue Taiqing and the other six sages for destroying the great opportunity of my Buddhism, you will definitely pay in blood."

There was infinite anger in Zhunti's voice. His Buddhism has been cultivated for hundreds of millions of years, and he finally waited for a chance to rejuvenate.

It's really tolerable to be yelled at by everyone in the Taoist sect like this, but it's unbearable.

"Disciple obeys."

The pharmacist clasped his hands, and quickly took the lamp with him, and Maitreya went down Mount Sumeru.

"Let's go, junior brother."

"Yes, brother."

Zhunti, with a thought, cut through the space and rushed into the chaos.

The vast chaos, a piece of darkness, only countless chaotic qi tumbling.

Occasionally, stars twinkle, piercing through the chaos and illuminating one space.

In the corner of the chaos, in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun seemed to sense something, and he let out a long sigh.

He has already given the opportunity to Buddhism, and if Buddhism can't flourish, who can blame it?

In other words, Buddhism is too greedy, and it is not willing to protect the West's own one-acre three-point land.

If you insist on going east, you will eat away a wave of Xuanmen luck.

How could the Taoist saints be willing?
Now, stealing chickens won't cost you money, so what's the use of coming to him?

Give Buddhism another chance to flourish?

That's not realistic at all.

The great decline of Buddhism, everything is done by the two sages of Buddhism.

Hongjun shook his head and said, "Where is the little stone?"

"Tonger is here."

A little boy, three feet tall, about seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, and two buns, came out from a corner.

Then he saluted Hongjun respectfully, "I have seen the Patriarch."

Back then when the Liches fought and the wilderness was shattered, the boys and girls beside Hongjun took over the position of Emperor of Heaven and Empress of Heaven.

Hongjun also enlightened a stubborn stone near Zixiao Palace, named it Little Stone, and served it by his side.

Countless tens of thousands of years have passed, and even a small stone has reached the peak of Daluo Jinxian!
"There will be two people coming to Zixiao Palace to visit me in a while. You close the gate and stand guard at the gate. If they come, tell them that I am in retreat and cannot see guests."

He gave the West a chance, but the West still can't be prosperous, so what's the use of seeing Zhunti again and being introduced?

"Ooo."

Xiao Shitou nodded, came to the gate of Zixiao Palace, closed the gate on tiptoe.

Then with a wave of his hand, a small futon appeared, sat on it, and began to wait quietly.

After waiting for a long time, two Taoist priests flew over with sad faces.

That's right, a Taoist.

Zhunti, before Yingying came, he deliberately changed the nine-color cassock on his body into the Taoist robe before he rebelled against Xuanli Buddha.

The reason for doing this is naturally to let Daozu see the old love and help them again.

Zhunti, Jieyin glanced at the dozing boy sitting in front of Zixiao Palace, but didn't respond.

It is estimated that it is a monk who has transformed on a certain star in the chaos.

Come to Zixiao Palace to soak up the Dao Yun left by the Taoist ancestor's practice.
"Boom boom boom!"

Zhunti, the guide knocked on the door, and suddenly woke up the little stone who was dozing off.

"You are the saints of the Western Zhunti, the saints who receive and guide?"

Zhunti stopped and knocked on the door, "You are?"

Xiao Shitou bowed to Zixiao Palace, "I am the boy who served beside the Patriarch, and the Taoist Patriarch came to let me watch the gate."

Jieyin looked the little boy up and down, felt a bad feeling in his heart, and said hastily.

"I'm waiting for Zhunti, to receive the guide, and ask the younger brother to open the gate. We brothers and sisters are going to Zixiao Palace, and we have a big deal to find Daozu."

"I'm not your junior." Xiao Shitou shook his head and said solemnly.

"The Taoist ancestor said that you were not his apprentices hundreds of millions of years ago, so how could you cheat on your relatives?"

Zhunti, his face turned red all of a sudden, he continued.

"Then ask this fellow Taoist to open the door and let me wait in?"

Xiao Shitou continued to refuse, "The Patriarch said, he is in seclusion, and no one will be seen."

After he finished speaking, he spread his hands, "You were sent here to watch the gate even if you didn't look at me?"

Zhunti suddenly became anxious, "This time is really a big deal, please ask Fellow Daoist to report it."

The little stone was still shaking his head, angrily, Zhunti was about to make a move, and when he taught the little stone a lesson.

Silently on the side, he said, "No need, Daozu asked him to open the door, because he doesn't want to see us."

Zhunti said unwillingly, "Senior brother, then this time, we in the West have suffered such a crushing defeat?"

"What else can we do? Daozu has given us the opportunity, and if we can't grasp it, who can we blame?"

There was an indescribable sadness on Jieyin's face.

After billions of years of planning and hundreds of millions of years of penance, in the end, he still couldn't revitalize the western land.

"Then senior brother, where should we go next?"

Stronger than Zhunti, at this moment they all fell into confusion, only feeling that the road ahead is long and endless.

The desire to revive the West has become a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, close at hand but out of reach.

"Ugh."

Jieyin let out a long sigh, "Let's go back to Honghuang first."

The two brothers and sisters turned into a streamer and flew back to the Three Realms of the Great Desolation.

In the west, Mount Sumeru, next to the Eight Treasures Merit Pond, Zhunti, the two of them hesitated for a long time, and finally gave the order to close the mountain gate.

Closing the mountain gate is equivalent to the entire Buddhist gate suddenly entering a state of seclusion.

No longer recruiting disciples, and no longer manifesting in the world.

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace, in front of the originally empty mountain gate, is full of people's voices.

Countless figures sat on the futons, exuding strong Taoism all over their bodies.

The strong ones have the level of saints, and the weak ones also have the rank of sub-sages.

These people, apart from the Taiqing sage himself, are the leader of Jinao Island Tongtian, Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Guanzhen, the ancestor of Minghe in the Nether Blood Sea, Nuwa of Taisutian, Luya, the demon emperor of Luzhou in Beiju, Zhulong of the dragon clan, And Chen Xuanji himself.

Everyone gathered at Shouyang Mountain to discuss the division of interests after traveling westward.

This trip to the west has greatly frustrated the great plan of Buddhism to advance eastward, the luck of Buddhism has declined, and the luck of Taoism has prospered.

The extra part must always have an attribution and division.

As for Yuanshi, he didn't participate in this operation from the beginning to the end, so naturally he didn't participate in the merit division this time.

The leader of Tongtian said in a deep voice, "This time, I have contributed the most by cutting off the teaching, and I need [-]% of my luck to stop teaching."

Chen Xuanji nodded secretly, with a knowing smile on his face.

Brother, it is clear to settle accounts, if it were placed hundreds of millions of years ago.

The Master Tongtian may give up a huge part of his benefits.

But now, after experiencing the catastrophe of the Lich, the catastrophe of conferring gods, and the catastrophe of Journey to the West, Master Tongtian has also grown a lot.

At least now he is a qualified leader and knows how to seek benefits for his disciples.

Tongtian's voice fell, and everyone was speechless.

Apparently he felt that Jiejiao deserved this kind of merit.

After all, Sun Wukong, the golden cicada, and Sun Wukong, the two most important robbers, were all plotted by Jiejiao.

Then Nu Wa spoke, Tai Sutian practiced for countless thousands of years, and her face became more refined.

There is an aura of harmony between man and nature exuding from his body, which makes people intoxicated.

"I am here this time to represent the human race."

Nuwa said something concisely, and then said.

"The luck generated this time, the human race will share [-]% and [-]%, isn't it too much?"

"Not too much."

Taiqing nodded slightly, and turned to ask other saints, "If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them."

"I have nothing to say about it."

Everyone shook their heads. This time, the distribution of merit and luck is divided according to the proportion of their respective contributions.

Therefore, everyone basically has a number in their hearts, and it is difficult for any mistakes to occur.

Then, it was Taiqing's turn, he stroked the three long beards under his chin, and said slowly.

"My people teach, just like the human race, share [-]% and [-]% of luck."

The ancestor of the Dragon Clan, Zhulong, stood up and said, "Sages, the Dragon Clan can share the success, virtue and luck."

The dragon clan shares [-]% of luck, and this ratio is quite reasonable.

After all, Ao Lie also made great efforts on the westward journey.

The demon emperor Lu Ya, dressed in the Golden Crow Emperor's robe, slowly stood up.

"The monster clan is the same as the dragon clan, sharing the success, virtue and luck."

On the westbound road, ninety-nine and eighty-one disasters, except for the disasters arranged by Buddhism itself, a considerable part of it was caused by Lu's force.

Therefore, it is normal for him to share [-]% of his luck.

Next, the Patriarch Minghe and Zhen Yuanzi slowly came out.

"Only [-]% of luck is left. Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan and I are half of each other, how about it?"

"As long as Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan agrees, there will be no problem."

As soon as Taiqing's voice fell, Zhen Yuanzi said, "I have no problem,"

After the division of merit, virtue and luck, Taiqing said solemnly,

"If you don't have any problems, then divide according to this ratio."

"no problem."

As the voices of the saints fell, suddenly, there was a burst of thunder in the speechless void.

In Xuanmen's luck, a large piece was separated out of thin air, and then divided into countless small pieces, which fell into the ancestral land of Jiejiao, Renjiao, and Yujingshan.
After dividing up the luck, the saints left Shouyang Mountain in a hurry and began to digest the luck.

As for the Buddhism, no one cared. The failure of this westward journey exhausted the vitality of the Buddhism.

If Buddhism wants to rise and revitalize again, it will be impossible for at least tens of thousands of years.

Seeing the incomparably cold appearance of Mount Sumeru in the west, countless great powers couldn't help letting out a long sigh.

As strong as a saint, his plan failed, and he ended up in such a lonely scene.

In the corner of Jinao Island, Chen Xuanji sat on the ground with a deep face.

The breath around the body is slowly released.

In the end, it reached the point of the eighth heaven of Hunyuan.

Around the body, the law of space, the law of good fortune, the law of yin and yang, the law of reincarnation, and the law of thunder, become a five-color light wheel.

Against his back, bursts of bright divine light emanated.

Xiantian Wuji Xinghuang Banner, Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, Luobao Money and other spiritual treasures, like hanging ornaments, hang down around him, exuding wisps of Taoism.

That's right, since proving the Tao of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian in the chaos.

Chen Xuanji cultivated hard all the way, advanced bravely, and coupled with his terrifying comprehension, soared into the sky, and had already cultivated to the eighth heaven of Hunyuan.

The Hunyuan Road is divided into nine heavens, and he is only one step away from reaching the end of the Hunyuan Road.

"Xuanmen is booming, Buddhism is in decline, I hope I can use this time's luck to break through successfully."

Chen Xuanji closed his eyes and began to practice slowly.

In the ancestral land of the human race, Yujing Mountain, all the sages and sages of the human race gathered under the human temple.

There is only one purpose for them to gather here, and that is how to become holy?
The prehistoric world, the earth, and the human world have all begun to rise.

Needless to say, the Dao of Heaven has the largest number of saints.

There are two saints, Empress Pingxin and Zhenyuanzi.

Only he has been human so far, a saint, Hunyuan has not been born.

But now, with the failure of Buddhism's journey to the west and the prosperity of Xuanmen, the human race has shared a large amount of merit.

With the luck of the human race, coupled with this large amount of merit, the human race is already confident that with the help of huge luck, it will help a monk of the human race to prove the Tao.

Under the Human Race Temple, on top of countless futons, everyone said one after another, "Ancestor Suiren, you are the oldest and the first born Human Race. You cannot refuse this opportunity to prove the Tao."

"Yes, Patriarch Suiren, look at our human race, who else can take on the big responsibility besides you?"

"Ancestor Suiren, it's perfect for you to cultivate for Yasheng"

(End of this chapter)