All Heavens, Space and Ten Thousand Realms

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Both of them are saint disciples, so they can chat naturally.

They also discussed Taoism with each other, and friendship gradually developed.

Zhunti said:
"Fellow Taoist Manjusri has learned the Dao of Yuqing, and I am really envious. My talent is really inferior. If I hadn't sat down and listened to the teacher for thousands of years, I am afraid that I would not be able to become a Daluo Jinxian now."

Zhunti said with a face of shame.

Seeing this, Manjusri Tianzun showed a look of envy:

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. A little talent is just ordinary. In this prehistoric continent, the heels are deep and deep, but how many people are there who are truly accomplished? If they can worship famous teachers, they will be on the right track."

Manjushri gave another example:
"A few years ago, during the Lich War, the demon tribe sent people to torture and kill the tribe, but unexpectedly, there was a Da Luo Jinxian who protected them and led to the war. There is nothing special about a congenital green willow, but its Taoism is extremely terrifying, and one person overwhelmed more than a dozen demon clan Daluo Jinxians to retreat."

"Later, no one from the Yao clan dared to provoke him anymore. That's when I heard that he was a direct disciple of the sage at Abbot Xianshan on the coast of the East China Sea."

When Zhunti heard this, his heart changed slightly, but his face showed envy and shock, and said:

"This is enviable, but it's a pity that my comprehension is really poor, much worse than fellow daoists."

Manjusri Tianzun was also a little depressed when he heard the words, and said:

"Hey, I envy you very much for this matter. You can worship under the two saints in the west and listen to sermons every day. Twelve senior brothers like me, although worshiped under the saints, have rarely listened to the teacher's sermons for so many years. , can only practice hard alone, which is worse than Jiejiao."

"This matter, of course, is for the teacher to temper my temperament, but it is still a bit depressing to talk about it."

Manjusri Tianzun explained again.

But the more he explained, the more depressed he became.

There are few disciples in explaining and teaching, and Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun attaches great importance to following his feet, so he has few disciples, and all of them are extremely extraordinary.

Compared with feet, compared with talent, they are all first-class in the prehistoric.

Even the worst Huanglong Daoist among them is also a heterogeneous dragon, with extraordinary talents, and his physical body is inherently tyrannical.

But even so, the cultivation level of the twelve disciples who explain the teaching is not necessarily very advanced, even inferior to the cut-off teaching established by the master uncle Taiqing. You must know that there are more than tens of thousands of people who stop teaching, good and bad, but they often get Taiqing's help. Pointing out, the Taoism and strength are not weaker than those of the disciples who follow the footsteps of the disciples who are outstanding in talent, and they are even higher in momentum.

Zhunti was naturally very happy when he heard this.

There are so many disciples in explaining teachings and cutting teachings, as long as seven or eight are abducted, Western teachings will surely flourish.

But despite this, Ke Zhunti hinted a few words in his words, but was rejected by Manjusri Tianzun.

Since you have joined the teacher's school, it is a great cause and effect, a great kindness.

Even if Manjusri is dissatisfied with this feeling of preaching and teaching, he will not switch to Western religion.

When Zhunti heard this, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

After leaving Wulong Mountain, Zhunti was thinking in his heart:

"In the Great Desolate Continent, although there are many disciples of the younger generation, most of them are disciples of saints. If there is not a catastrophe, how can they be accepted?"

The calamity of the Lich has just passed, and the next catastrophe is still early.

During this time, Zhunti has to make other plans.

"By the way, the human race is an innate Dao body, and the protagonist is determined by God. In the future, there will definitely be many people with great luck, and they should join my Western religion."

Zhunti suddenly thought of the human race, his body turned into a ray of light, and he came to the human tribe.

Terran has developed very well over the years.

Since the Suiren clan acquired the innate fire spirit left by Mingyang, and learned to make fire by drilling wood from it, the light of fire has illuminated all the tribes of the human race. Therefore, the Suiren clan respected Mingyang as a teacher and became the co-lord of the human race.

In recent years, the human race is still living in tribes.

A tribe is like a small kingdom.

In the east of the Great Desolation, there is a tribe named Huaxu.

The leader of the Huaxu tribe is named Huaxu. He once sat down to listen to Kong Xuan. Although he didn't have much cultivation, he was physically strong and led the tribe to prosperity.

On this day, in the Huaxu tribe, a human woman gave birth out of wedlock and gave birth to a boy.

As soon as the boy was born, purple energy surged in the void and spread for millions of miles.

Between heaven and earth, countless people with great supernatural powers were shocked.

But at this moment, in the palace of Wa, Empress Nuwa made a move, instantly blinding the heavenly secrets. Countless people with great supernatural powers were deducing what happened, but they got nothing.

However, ordinary people can't deduce it, but saints are different.

Zhunti, who was traveling among the human race, saw this scene, his eyes lit up, and he flew towards the Huaxu tribe.

After a long distance, Zhunti's face showed ecstasy:
"This son is born with great luck and great merit. He should be the leader of the human race. If he can be accepted as a disciple, my Western religion will definitely prosper among the human race."

The idea in Zhunti's heart is very good.

But just approaching the Huaxu tribe, Ming Yang's figure appeared in the void, directly blocking the way forward.

"kindness?"

After Zhunti saw Ming Yang, his expression changed drastically.

Back then when Zhunti plotted against Hongyun, Mingyang shot and killed the bodies of Zhunti and Kunpeng. If they hadn't been able to come back from rebirth after being reborn in the void, they would have died.

This matter must never be forgotten.

In the past, Zhunti thought that the next time they met, he would definitely attack Mingyang to relieve the hatred in his heart, but now on this side, Zhunti's heart trembled.

Ming Yang's power is too astonishing.

Others can't see it because of their low cultivation level, but Zhunti is a sage, who has fully comprehended a law of the Dao, and can perceive the power of Mingyang from the void.

The laws of the Dao are gathered in Mingyang Yuanshen, which is hundreds of times stronger than Zhunti himself.

"Fellow Daoist Mingyang, I didn't expect you to come here."

Zhunti said dryly, with a smile on his face.

Ming Yang didn't say much, just said:

"This human tribe is the place where fellow Taoist Fuxi reincarnated, so it's better for you not to interfere."

"What does friend Daoist mean by that?"

Zhunti's expression changed, and he continued:

"In the name of the teacher, I teach and educate all living beings. This human race is the protagonist of God. I, the two Western Sects, naturally want to teach and educate. Fellow Taoists, this is too much."

"Excessive?"

Ming Yang raised his eyebrows, and a smirk appeared on his face:
"Your words are ridiculous. Before Fuxi's reincarnation, he made a promise with me to protect his reincarnation and rebuild. If anyone dares to disturb him, then I can only send him to reincarnation."

"you!"

There was a look of shock and anger on Zhunti's face.

Ming Yang's words were not particular, and he was about to raise his hands against the saint, his intention of threatening was not concealed.

"What do you say, just draw a path. If you dare to go to this human tribe, I will knock you down as a saint, wipe out your Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and destroy your Western orthodoxy."

Ming Yang said a few words, and his face was extremely gloomy, but he didn't dare to say anything.

(End of this chapter)