I stole divine power in Daxia

Chapter 579: Wenwuhejindu

Above the Taiyi Temple, after Shengshan of Nanda Temple fell into the netherworld, Taoist Lishan's Dongxiaotian was pressed to the lowest layer. Fortunately, Xiao Yuanshan came with three Tianyus to support him, otherwise Taoist Lishan would have been exhausted just by bearing the weight of the upper layers of Tianyu.

Suddenly, Taoist Li Shan opened his eyes and looked towards the layers of sky above, where there were still tens of thousands of practitioners swarming. The Mohist and Gongshu schools even specially prepared a steam airship project, which took off from the foot of Menshen Mountain and sent the lower three grades of practitioners to the various layers of sky to listen to lectures. Of course, they had to earn a certain fee in the process, but even so, the Zhoutian Grand Ceremony at Taiyi Temple was also a well-deserved cultural event, far surpassing the Luotian Grand Ceremony.

Taoist Lishan looked at Li Kegong and Xiao Yuanshan in the nearby Fuziyuan and asked in an unconfident tone, "It seems that they left two people?"

Li Kegong also looked up. Although there was a layer of Miaoyu's Xuanhuangtian Taiyi Realm between them, he could still feel that the principle of the Three Days of Steam was getting weaker. The voice of preaching also changed from Xu Wugui and Gongshu Ting to the second-grade practitioners of the Mohist and Gongshu schools.

Li Kegong took out fifty golden yarrows, which had been cultivated in the Confucius Institute for several generations. Each of them contained a natural dragon seal like the ginseng fruit. Although they could not be eaten directly like the ginseng fruit, they were enough to help the second-grade cultivator deduce the opponents of the same level and gain the upper hand.

After dividing the yarrow, Li Kegong began to tell fortunes. As the yarrow was distributed one by one, the dragon emblems combined with each other and then disappeared, eventually forming a ribbon of forty-nine dragon emblems that returned with countless information.

"They are now handling internal affairs in the Six Ring Machinery City."

Li Kegong came to a conclusion that made Taoist Lishan breathe a sigh of relief. After thinking about it for a while, it was true. The Mohist School and the Gongshu School were two such large organizations, and now they had to deal with the world's steam revolution. It was normal for Xu Wugui and Gongshu Ting to leave for a short time and go back to handle affairs.

Taoist Lishan turned his head and looked at Xiao Yuanshan on the other side, wanting to see the opinion of the Great Xia Champion Marquis, but Xiao Yuanshan just closed his eyes and rested without saying a word, as if it was none of his business at all.

How arrogant.

Taoist Lishan was unhappy. The character of this Guanjun Hou was just as recorded in the records. He was arrogant. Since he came, he had said no more than three sentences in total. If you didn't know him, you would think he was practicing Buddhist meditation.

Taoist Li Shan simply discussed the matter with Li Kegong. He pondered for a moment and asked, "When can the seal of Ren Tu's orthodoxy be opened?"

Li Kegong was well aware of the matter. "The preparations have been made, and someone is willing to enter the recurring day and persuade the butcher to 'die'. As long as he enters, no matter how long he spends inside, he will only need one day outside."

Taoist Li Shan whispered, "One day..."

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The Luo River is thousands of miles long, and the place where the Ren Butcher fell was buried by historians in the long scroll of history. In order to prevent the Ren Butcher from escaping from it to the greatest extent, historians even specially prepared two Hejin Ferry, which was also the Wenwu Hejin Ferry as the battlefield of the final battle. The location of the real battlefield, except for those who participated in that battle, was only known to a very small number of people in Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

Wenhe Jindu is a hundred-meter-high cliff as steep as a mirror. The turbulent Luo River swirls here and splits into two streams, one flowing eastward and the other flowing southward. The river flowing southward merges with the Yellow River and flows into the sea.

On the cliff hundreds of feet high, a magnificent poem was written in cinnabar. Above the surging river, it has not faded for three hundred years.

This fu is called "Traveling in Heluo" and was written by a great Confucian second-rank figure who founded the Great Xia Dynasty. Although it is apparently about traveling in Heluo, the words reveal the shame for the butchering of Jiang Taiyi to prove his saintly way and massacre of the people, and even nailed Jiang Taiyi to the pillar of shame.

If the lives of millions of people are used to build one person's tradition, the world will perish. But if the life of one person is used to build a prosperous era for millions of people, the great way will flourish.

On one side of the river beach, a young man was looking at the majestic cliff in front of him with his hands behind his back, reading aloud slowly word by word, as if he were really a tourist. However, he was born with sleepy eyebrows, so even when he was reading seriously, he couldn't help but reveal a look of confusion and thought.

A third-rank pine stone Taoist priest came forward and chatted, "President Gao has been watching for a day. What has he learned?"

The young man was Gao Wencan who came from Tianjing. After Wang Mingyi and Zhang San advised him to go to Zhou Mansion to apologize, he resolutely took another path and took the risk to open the seal of Ren Tu himself.

The other three religions were also happy to see this. For their anti-Zhou Iron Armor Alliance, the more ferocious Gao Wencan was, the tighter he would bite Zhou's party. Gao Wencan gave up the opportunity to apologize this time, so he could only go down the wrong path.

After not seeing each other for two days, Gao Wencan's arrogance obviously waned a lot, and he became more "humble". "To be honest, I am very lucky to be able to understand a few articles written by the ancient sages. I still don't understand most of them."

"I don't understand. I guess you don't want to learn. The principle of sacrificing one's life for justice is not so easy to understand!"

On the other side, the Confucian Meng Boqian retorted.

Although he helped Gao Wencan, he was still resentful about the fact that Gao Wencan killed the museum collection officer.

Taoist Songshi saw this and laughed, "The people from Nanda Temple said they would arrive today. It's almost sunset now, so why are they still nowhere to be found?"

Meng Boqian frowned and said, "I heard that the Nanda Temple has been closed..."

Before they could continue their conversation, at the junction of dusk and the gap between yin and yang, a nun in grey monk's robes walked out. She had a serene temperament, with one hand in the mudra and the other holding a snow-white mutton-fat jade bottle.

Taoist Songshi laughed and said, "This person cannot be talked about. Once he is talked about, he will arrive."

He took two steps forward, bowed and said, "I am Song Shi, a Taoist priest. I am honored to meet you. What is your name, Taoist priest?"

The nun returned the greeting earnestly, "I am a poor nun from Nananda Temple, Miaoshan."

After everyone greeted each other, Meng Boqian said, "Without further delay, I have unlocked the power of "You He Luo Fu". Have you three brought all the forbidden items?"

Taoist Songshi took out a jade chime from his sleeve, Miao Shan took out the jade bottle in her hand, and Meng Boqian took out a jade mirror.

When the three forbidden objects appeared at the Wenhejin Ferry at the same time, the river water suddenly became quiet, but it seemed even more deep and silent, as if one would sink into it at one glance. The setting sun behind them was also instantly frozen, and time suddenly stopped at this second. Only the huge "Traveling Heluo Fu" in front of them, every cinnabar word flowed like water.

Especially the text recording the tragic scene of the fighting between He and Luo.

... Mountains and rivers are broken, blood is flowing...

Words come together to become information, and information forms pictures.

It turned into another flowing Luo River in the stone wall. Then the huge word "游" flew out from the stone wall, turned into a small boat, and landed in front of everyone.

The three handed the magic weapons in their hands to Gao Wencan. Taoist Songshi held the boat with one hand to prevent it from moving immediately. Finally, he instructed, "You must make sure to 'kill' Jiang Taiyi, otherwise you must not open the ban, otherwise the world will be in chaos."

Gao Wencan knew what Taoist Songshi meant, and he made a vow, "If I don't kill Jiang Taiyi, I will never return to this world."

The oath was fulfilled, and the secret methods of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism were activated, forming three prohibitions to restrain Gao Wencan's actions.

Then Songshi Taoist let go of his hand. As soon as he let go, the boat with the word "游" drifted with the current, entered the stone wall and disappeared.

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Hundreds of miles away at Wuhe Ferry, there are also people visiting here for fun.

A small steamship sailed out from Xuanwu Lake and sailed for two days. The Luo River here became more turbulent and magnificent. The muddy waves full of mud and sand hit the ten-mile-long embankment on both sides, making thunderous sounds.

Inside the cabin, two teenagers were reading an article with a white-haired young man in his twenties.

One of them was reading seriously, while the other kept looking out the window at the giant eagle that was flying down from the sky, its sharp claws darting directly into the river.

The wings of this giant eagle were dark gold in color, and when spread out they were more than ten feet long, making it look extremely majestic and majestic.

What is even more peculiar is that when the eagle swoops down on the river, it will always hit its target and grab out large fish several meters long. However, after each time catching a large fish, the eagle does not eat it. Instead, it just uses its eagle claws to kill the fish and then throws it into the river, repeating this action over and over again.

The boy was so absorbed in watching that he even forgot to read. So the white-haired young man in front of him held the scroll and knocked on his head.

Sun Chenglong had the help of the ancient thunder drum and took the small Zhoutian pill. His martial arts had already reached the seventh level in the past six months, but he still grimaced in pain when Mei Juncang hit him.

He glanced at the book in Mei Juncang's hand and confirmed that it was just an ordinary book, but hitting him on the head was no less than being hit by an iron rod. Sun Chenglong naturally admired this senior brother and hurriedly said, "Senior brother, I was just fascinated by the eagle. Look at that eagle, why does it only catch fish and not eat them?"

Mei Juncang glanced out the window, and said, "This eagle is Garuda. The Buddhist scriptures say that Garuda feeds on dragons, and after death, it obtains a pure blue glass heart."

"As for why he only killed the fish and didn't eat it, it's simple, because he was fishing for dragons."

"Dragon fishing?"

Sun Chenglong blinked.

Mei Juncang smiled and said, "The dragon energy of Heluo gathers together, especially at the Wenwu Hejin Ferry. The fish get the dragon energy and naturally turn into fish dragons. They swim upstream to the Xuanwu Lake Underground River, then to Yujing Mountain and fall into the Fengyu Lake. After the Fish Dragon Festival, if you fish, you will have a chance to turn into a real dragon. This Garuda dare not act recklessly in Tianjing, so he only dares to fish for dragons here."

"I see!"

Sun Chenglong nodded repeatedly, then turned his eyes and said to Mei Juncang, "Brother, we are going to listen to the teacher's lecture this time, and we haven't prepared any tuition. Why don't you catch this Garuda, so that we can fulfill our filial duty."

Deng Xuehu, who was standing next to him, burst out laughing after hearing this. The calculations of his second senior brother were louder than the sound of the waves!
Mei Juncang smiled and said, "This Garuda is a natural species, no less than the Qilin and the Phoenix. I see that this Garuda is also of the third rank. You are here to talk about catching him, and he has already heard it."

Sure enough, as soon as Mei Juncang finished speaking, the Garuda in the sky stopped spreading its wings to catch fish. It swooped down, and its wings formed a huge shadow that covered the entire ship. However, just as the Garuda was about to overturn the boat and teach the ignorant guys in the boat a lesson, he suddenly met Mei Juncang's penetrating eyes.

Just by looking at each other, Garuda knew that this white-haired young man was no simple matter. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a kind of contempt. His spirit was also frantically warning him not to do anything stupid.

He thought for a while, then turned into a golden light and fell into the cabin, transforming into a very heroic young man wearing golden armor. When Garuda saw the three people, he fixed his eyes on Sun Chenglong who had just said he wanted to capture him, and snorted coldly, "Boy, is this the one you said you wanted to capture me as your teacher's gift?"

Garuda was extremely powerful and pressed towards Sun Chenglong like an overwhelming force.

Mei Juncang watched this scene with a smile. Trouble comes from the mouth. He brought his two junior fellow apprentices to study on behalf of their teacher, so he didn't mind this Garuda giving his juniors a vivid lesson.

And this Sun Chenglong has indeed been running rampant in Tianjing recently. As Zhou Tieyi's cultivation becomes deeper and deeper, as one of Zhou Tieyi's only three disciples, many aristocratic families in Tianjing believe that even if Sun Chenglong cannot inherit the holy way, he will at least be a second-rank disciple in the future, and it is almost impossible for him to die young, after all, there is a saint watching him!
The Sun family is not as cautious as Deng Xuehu, so Sun Chenglong has gained a lot of benefits from various families, and has developed a somewhat spoiled character in the past six months.

Although Sun Chenglong is arrogant, he is not without a foundation. He has integrated the nine thunder drums that Zhou Tieyi injected into his body into his body and turned them into his own foundation. Under this extreme Taoist pressure, not only did his mind not collapse, but he uttered Taoist thunder sounds from his mouth.

"Those who are facing a battle should march forward in formation!"

The sound of nine-sided thunder temporarily helped Sun Chenglong break the pressure of momentum, but he looked like he had just experienced a tough battle. He placed his palms on the table and gasped violently.

Garuda's eagle eyes shone with golden light and locked onto Sun Chenglong. He suddenly saw nine thunder drums buried in Sun Chenglong's nine key acupoints. These nine thunder drums had an extremely ancient aura and a simple and grand style, but they unexpectedly did not reach the third grade level, but were only close to the third grade.

Good baby.

Garuda said in his heart that these nine thunder drums would definitely become a Taoist secret treasure if they were slightly refined.

But he was not a fool. After a rough observation just now, he felt that Mei Juncang was difficult to deal with. Now seeing the rare treasure on Sun Chenglong's body, he immediately realized that the other party was a disciple of a wealthy family.

"Which branch of Taoism are you from? Didn't your teacher teach you that the mouth can cause disaster? You are so reckless in talking about life and death. I will capture you today and wait for your teacher to come and claim you!"

Garuda's idea was to suppress Sun Chenglong first and lure out the other teacher. If the opponent was a tough one, he would let Sun Chenglong go back. If it was just an old Taoist guy whom he could deal with, he would take the nine thunder drums as an apology.

(End of this chapter)