The demon boy Nezha offers me incense, and I teach you the secret of burning with strange fire.

Chapter 122 Journey to the West
Seeing the entanglement of several human beings in the fire curtain, Saint Nuwa said doubtfully.

"Long years have passed. Is the way of racial reproduction still the same as at the beginning of the world?"

Li Wuliang's pupils shrank, and with the tip of his finger, the fire curtain suddenly switched and turned into a city, showing a prosperous appearance.

"Ahem, my dear, what happened just now was an illusion."

"Today's human race has developed writing and civilization, and is completely different from the primitive creatures."

"If you feel bored, you can watch human life through the fire screen to add some fireworks."

"If your Majesty remembers anything about using force to prove the Tao, you can contact me through the Fire Lotus."

"Junior farewell."

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the Fire Cloud Cave and the Saint Nuwa of the Wa Palace all said that it was impossible to prove the Tao with force, and Li Wuliang was a little tired.

Frustrated, he returned to the inner world of the Immortal Temple, slumped down on the throne of colorful flowing clouds, and continued to mess around.

After Nuwa saw Li Wuliang leaving, her white and tender catkins danced lightly, and the busy figure of Lao Wang next door reappeared in the fire curtain.

Time flies, and practice has no years.

Thousands of years pass by in an instant.

The calamity has moved westward, and calamity has been spent in the west for thousands of years.

At this time, the west became increasingly barren and dilapidated. Looking across the land, there were mostly dilapidated temples and barren mountains and lakes.

A few creatures were hiding in the dilapidated caves, helpless.

The fate of the human race is stable, and most of the human race believers in the Western Church have awakened and went to Chaoge.

After a thousand years of internal friction, the physical bodies of more than half of Western believers perished, and their souls flew to heaven to fill the catastrophe.

The Western Saints Jingyin Saint and Zhunti Saint are suffering terribly. The karma of the great aspirations owed to the West has begun to repay. The cultivation of the two Saints is in turmoil. Zhunti was injured by an invincible punch outside Chaoge City thousands of years ago and has not yet recovered.

On this day, the Second Sage looked at the crumbling Golden Lotus of the Twelfth Grade Merit with a bitter look on his face.

Zhunti's voice was sad, without any hint of saintly demeanor: "Senior brother, the Golden Lotus of Merit and Virtue is almost unsteady!"

“The West is so dilapidated that it cannot survive the next millennium.”

Looking at the twelfth-grade golden lotus with dim light, Jie Yin let out a breath of turbidity.

"Wait! Daozu will not watch the decline of the West."

"If we really get to that point, instead of the two of us suffering from the karma of heaven and falling into the status of saints, it would be better for us to self-destruct the karma and completely destroy the West!"

"If we don't make life easy for the two of us, no one can get involved in this land!"

Soon after, a ray of purple light shone into the Western Spirit Mountain.

Daozu Hongjun's voice echoed in the ears of Jieyin and Zhunti.

"We will discuss matters in Zixiao Palace and start measuring the calamity again."

Jie Yin and Zhunti looked overjoyed!
Not long after the Fengshen Measuring Tribulation ended, the West took over all of them.Now this calamity must be aimed at Eastern Taoism!

The opportunity for the West to prosper has come!
The Second Saint summoned the eldest disciple of the Western Sect and ordered him to guard Lingshan during this period. If there was anything unusual about the Golden Lotus of the Twelfth Grade Merit, he would send a message in time.

"Jin Chanzi, your Uncle Zhunti and I are going to the Zixiao Palace to improve the fortune of the West. Remember to be optimistic about the Golden Lotus of Merit!"

Jin Chanzi, dressed in white, with a delicate face and nine ring scars on his head, clasped his hands together.

"Don't worry, Master, Master, even if you die, your disciples will keep an eye on the Golden Lotus of Merit!"

Infinite Immortal Temple.

Thousands of years have passed, and the fragrance of the Immortal Temple has reached its peak!

Countless souls have queued outside the temple for days just to light a piece of incense and sincerely pray for blessings.

There are even some hidden great powers who have taken the form of human beings and offered incense in reverence.

Without him, the three disciples of the Immortal Temple have already achieved quasi-sage perfection. These hidden beings cannot imagine what kind of power Wuliang, as the master, has to participate in creation!

On this day, Yang Jian, who was full of gods, came out of the customs and planned to take Fairy Chang'e out for a parade.

The two entered the inner world of the Immortal Temple and met Li Wuliang. "Master, my Taoist practice has reached perfection, but my Taoist heart is still not enough. I want to travel around the mortal world to refine my heart."

Li Wuliang, who was sitting on the throne of colorful flowing clouds, glanced at Yang Jian and Chang'e and smiled calmly.

"Yang Jian, when you are playing with Chang'e, you just talk about playing, why are you lying?"

"The world of mortals is refining the hearts, is it the two of you who are refining their hearts?"

Hearing these words, Chang'e looked away, while Yang Jian blushed and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Li Wuliang waved his hand and said, "You are already a quasi-sage. There are few creatures in the wilderness who can give you a hard time."

"Go if you want."

Yang Jian respectfully said goodbye: "Disciple, thank you Master!"

When Yang Jian and Chang'e left the fairy temple, the roaring dog looked at them eagerly.

Seeing that the two of them left without bringing their own intention, he wailed on the spot.

"Ouch! Chang'e made a mistake!"

Yuhua casually slapped the roaring dog's hairy face with a slap.

"Howling Sky Dog! Chang'e will definitely be your mistress during this trip, so don't make yourself unhappy."

Roaring Sky Dog whimpered, feeling unhappy.

It walked to the plaque of the Immortal Temple in despair, and looked up at Nezha who was eating the divine fruit and fairy fruit above.

"Elder brother, I remember you once said that two disciples of the Western Sect hunted down my master, right?"

Thousands of years have passed, and Nezha still looks like a child.

With dark circles under his eyes, he spat out the core and was quickly taken away by the demon lining up beside him. This was the magic seed!The Immortal Temple has a lot of money and doesn't take it seriously. It's a rare treasure brought back to the Demon Mountain!
"Brother, think about it. There is such a thing. Thousands of years ago, Junior Brother Yang was chased all the way to the Immortal Temple by Western Sect disciples."

"It was the two people I took action to deal with at that time."

Nezha looked at the roaring dog below: "Big black dog, do you have any ideas about Western religion?"

Roaring Sky Dog was upset and said angrily: "How dare you bully my master when he was young!"

"My master is magnanimous and doesn't care about it. I, the Roaring Sky Dog, should express this bad breath for my master!"

Nezha suddenly became interested.

I sit idle in the fairy temple every day, stealing some magical fruits when I have nothing to do, and I feel like a bird these days!

"Let's go as soon as we say we're going, and we'll travel across Kyushu like crazy!"

"How can I, the senior brother of Wuliang Immortal Temple, be left out in order to avenge my junior brother!"

When Roaring Sky Dog heard this, his brows were overjoyed!

Nezha's strength has already reached its peak. If it were not allowed by the ancient times, he would lack the conditions for becoming a saint.

He could have reached the realm of saint long ago!

With Nezha going together, with his powerful combat power and his unparalleled restraint method, even if he encounters the two saints Jieyin and Zhunti, he can come and go freely!

While no one was paying attention, Roaring Sky Dog used the space formation and took Nezha across hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers in an instant.

Tianwaitian Zixiao Palace.

The two saints Jie Yin and Zhunti came to the temple and found that there was no one on the futon. They were the only ones present.

Daozu Hongjun's thunderous voice suddenly came out.

"Don't be confused. I only informed you two to come for this meeting."

Hearing this, the Second Saint couldn't help but look happy.

Since only two of them were notified to come, it must be beneficial to the West and harmful to Eastern Taoism!
That’s why Taiqing and Yuanshi were not informed!
As for Tongtian, he never came to Zixiao Palace again after becoming a god to measure the calamity.

Hongjun looked indifferent and said: "Journey to the West is about to start."

(End of this chapter)