From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Mingyue shattered the illusions of her senior brothers, pursed her lips, and said calmly, "Master's spell is not for the seventh primordial purple qi, but for the owner of the seventh primordial purple qi."

"It is said that Master was born not long after the beginning of the creation of the primordial world. He traveled around the primordial world and made a good friend named Hongyun."

Qingfeng continued, "After the Dao Ancestor Hongjun preached, he distributed the Primordial Purple Qi, which consisted of seven streams. Six of these streams were obtained by the current six sages, who were then able to entrust their primordial spirits to the Heavenly Dao and become immortal sages."

The seventh strand of Primordial Purple Qi was obtained by Hongyun.

However, he was unlucky and was unable to comprehend the profound Dao contained within it, which led to his being killed by others who coveted the Primordial Purple Qi, resulting in his death and the dissipation of his Dao.

And the primordial purple aura has vanished without a trace.

"So that's how it is!"

Upon hearing this secret, the forty-eight men were all satisfied, and for a moment they forgot the chilling atmosphere of White Tiger Ridge.

But this chilling cold did not forget them; it began to erode their flesh and bones, constantly drawing away their innate Qi and converging it towards a certain array deep within this place…

...

"Brother Monkey, how do we get out of this hellhole?"

Leaving aside the unfortunate people at Wuzhuang Temple, let's talk about the river flowing along the riverbank. After going around in circles eight times, it returned to the original spot, which was the place where Pigsy first killed the village girl.

at this time.

Pigsy, overcome by laziness, slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

"Isn't it all your fault?"

Hu Yuan snorted coldly, showing no regard for his second senior brother's feelings. "If you hadn't killed those village women, old women, and old men, turning them into their skeletal forms, how could we have ended up in this state?"

Why are you bringing this up again?

Pigsy was annoyed and said indignantly, "You just made a promise to our eldest brother, and now you're mocking me. I thought you were some kind of hero, but you look like a petty village woman."

When has Hu Yuan ever suffered such injustice?

Anger welled up inside him, and his face reflected it. He gritted his teeth and let out low growls, as if harboring ill intentions.

Just then, Jiang Liu spoke up: "Calm down and focus. We are in a ghostly realm now, so let's not talk about such things. Let's talk about it when we get out."

A hammer is fixed.

Hu Yuan, Hu Jue, and Bajie stopped arguing and continued forward.

As they walked, the scenery ahead changed. The darkness disappeared, and light appeared. The sun was already setting in the west, dyeing the evening glow a blood red. Although it was exceptionally enchanting, it also carried a hint of eeriness.

"Look! Didn't Old Pig bring you out here?"

Pigsy, holding the reins, was quite pleased with himself.

"We have not left White Bone Ridge."

The river flow revealed the reason.

White Bone Ridge and Longevity Mountain share the same energy pattern. White Bone Ridge is Yin, while Longevity Mountain is Yang. Moreover, the Yin energy pattern of White Bone Ridge resembles the human body's intestines and stomach, forming a nine-turn, winding and twisting pattern. They circled around here eight times before, seemingly walking the same path, but in reality, they had completed eight cycles under its influence. They used the Yin energy of this place to refine their own true Yang, obtaining the creation of Yin and Yang, and thus internally refining the elixir of body and mind.

“If an ordinary person were to wander into this place and follow this path aimlessly, it would be like blood and food entering the stomach and intestines. Their innate vital energy would be continuously drawn out, absorbed, and digested until they turned into a pile of dry bones without even realizing it.”

"But with me secretly guiding the way, and Pigsy leading the horse, water nourishing the wood body, and cultivating the medicinal herbs, not only did my qi and blood not decline, but my cultivation improved."

Upon hearing this, Kui Lang realized that the biting cold he had felt when he first entered was gone, and his whole body felt warm, as if he had inexhaustible energy.

Even though Hyakuka Ai was just a woman, she felt as light as a swallow, as if she had been reborn.

The same was true for the eight laborers. Their entire bodies resonated with energy, and their energy circulated throughout their bodies. They had completely embarked on the path of cultivation. As long as they persevered in the future and did not stray into unorthodox methods, they also had hope of achieving immortality.

"Brother Monkey, do you already know how to get out of here?"

Pigsy is incredible.

"I don't know."

Jiang Liu shook his head and replied, "But all things in the world are interdependent, and if one can cultivate a stable mind, even a dragon's den or a tiger's lair can become a blessed land."

If one's mind and nature change, and one ceases to cultivate oneself, straying into unorthodox paths, even a blessed land will turn into a desolate and treacherous place.

I am merely observing the flow of energy in this world, and using this information to teach us some small benefits.

It was also thanks to those three skeletons—”

Five hundred years ago, the village woman, the old woman, and the old man were originally from White Tiger Ridge. But because the White Bone Demon wanted to eat Tang Sanzang, she killed them, cut off their flesh and blood to fill the bones, and peeled off their skin to learn how to paint. She killed the three of them, causing their souls to enter the Netherworld, and their spirits to wander in this ridge, bound by their obsessions.

Now that they have been liberated and their spirits have returned to nature, when they are reincarnated, they leave behind three points of light as a sign of gratitude, visible only to those with discerning eyes, guiding the flow of the river.

Meanwhile, Jiang Liu was secretly guiding Bajie to lead the horse while cultivating the White Bone Contemplation. He was just waiting to complete this final round so that the White Bone Regeneration Realm could be completely stabilized.

"Then let's set off quickly."

Overjoyed, Bajie quickened his pace without realizing it, leading the way with Bajing by the hand, and finally completing the Nine Turns Technique.

However, as soon as everyone entered the sacred realm, they felt a chill.

Before, it was merely bone-chilling, but now it seemed to make one's soul tremble. From the inside out, apart from the river, each of them exhaled a breath of white air, which, when it reached the nearby branches and leaves, actually condensed into white frost.

"Om Lan Jing Fa Jie, Qian Yuan Heng Li Zhen".

Seeing this, Jiang Liu chanted a spell, and everyone felt warm in body and mind. When they closed their eyes, they could see the inner scene and vaguely perceive a precious lotus blooming inside their heads, with light shining on the lotus, illuminating the world.

It is said that:

A single ray of light encompasses all things; my heart is the true form of the Buddha.

The light shines upon the human body and the vast universe; it is neither form nor emptiness nor non-emptiness.

Another saying goes:

When you understand your true nature, the path will naturally open; with a single thought, you transcend the Five Elements. Achieving the complete circulation of Qi is no easy feat; how can one attain enlightenment and be like the common people?

Clearing away the impurities and opening up the realm of nature, enduring countless tribulations to forge supernatural powers. Unfettered by billions of years of carefree existence, a single lamp in the heart forever illuminates the void.

This poem perfectly embodies the principle of cultivating oneself through river flow!

Others felt their bodies and minds warming up. When they looked at the place again, although they could see each other, they still felt that it was a vast expanse of chaos, just like the chaos before the separation of heaven and earth.

"Master, have we arrived in the underworld?"

The ancestral aperture of Kui Lang reflected a precious lotus lamp in the river, bringing peace and tranquility. His face showed no fear, but his heart was filled with boundless curiosity…

Chapter 1433 A Universe Within a Sleeve, Covered with One Hand

"As for entering the underworld, brother, you're still a long way off."

Jiang Liu joked, then pointed to a pill furnace dozens of miles away and said, "If we want to go out, we'll have to go there and investigate."

Under the illumination of the lotus lamp in the ancestral aperture, Kui Lang, Bai Hua Ai, and the others also saw the alchemy furnace, which was deathly white and seemed to be made of piled-up bones. It had nine orifices and eight holes, surrounded by blood-red mist, resembling a dragon or a snake, both mysterious and eerie.

"Please wait."

Just a few dozen steps from the alchemy furnace, an old Taoist suddenly jumped out from behind. His hair was as white as snow on Mount Kunlun, and his face resembled that of a young man of sixteen or seventeen. He wore a purple robe with wide sleeves and a lotus crown on his head, adorned with sparkling pearls. He was none other than Zhen Yuanxian, the master of Wuzhuang Temple.

He flicked his whisk, gazed at the river, and smiled slightly: "Brother, do you still remember the past?"

"Wukong is a thing of the past; now I am called Yuanjue."

Jiang Liu glanced at the alchemy furnace before turning his gaze to Zhenyuan Daxian, and sighed, "Brother, you have taken the wrong path."

"I am not as free-spirited as you, my brother, and I dare not die to prove my Dao."

Zhenyuan Daxian seemed to be mocking himself.

"I'm not talking about that matter, but about how you turned White Tiger Ridge into White Bone Ridge in your attempt to resurrect your former best friend... It also goes against the path you've cultivated to this day. Was it worth it?" Jiang Liu's tone was melancholic, tinged with regret.

“If you come to visit me, I will treat you with courtesy. But if you come to preach… Hmph, even if you have attained enlightenment in the cycle of reincarnation, you cannot escape my hidden power.” Zhenyuan Daxian flicked his sleeve, but did not use the hidden power technique.

"You can't keep us in your sleeve forever, can you?" Jiang Liu asked with a smile.

"you!"

Zhenyuan Daxian glared at him, never expecting that this monkey, after reincarnation, had become even more eloquent, but what the other party said was true.

His magic, which allows him to control the universe within his sleeve, is not simply about manipulating the laws of space. Rather, it is a supernatural power he comprehended while traveling through the primordial world and comprehending the cyclical nature of the heavens. To use it continuously, he must constantly consume his own magical power, thus he can only bind others for a short period of time and cannot do so for an extended period.

"How are you doing?"

"Calm down," Zhenyuan Daxian asked.

"Let's send these ten people away from this illusion of obsession first," Jiang Liu said, pointing to Kui Lang, Bai Hua Ai, and the others. "They're going to Baoxiang Kingdom to do business and visit relatives."

"it is good."

Zhenyuan Daxian agreed, and with a flick of his sleeve, he took Kui Lang, Baihua Ai, and the other ten people, along with camels, horses, and goods, into his sleeve. Then, with another flick, he made them turn into a white light and leave the illusion of obsession, heading to the outside of White Tiger Ridge.

"Is there anything else you need? Please speak freely, my brother! As long as you don't disturb me, I won't even want the ginseng fruit tree." Zhenyuan Daxian showed his sincerity.

“ε=('ο｀*))) Sigh——”

With a long sigh, Jiang Liu did not answer, but asked, "Is it really impossible to stop? We cultivators possess supernatural powers and magic, and it is acceptable for us to feed on all living things, which is merely following the natural cycle. But to indiscriminately seek the spiritual essence of all things to resurrect someone who has already passed away, is that going too far?"

“My dear brother, you’re still as restless as ever. No wonder the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling can’t stand you… You’ve ruined the business of the Dao and the business of the Buddha. Now you want to ruin the business of my sworn brother as well?” Zhenyuan Daxian really didn’t want to fight Jiang Liu, so he tried to persuade him with his brotherly affection.

But Jiang Liu's eyes were clear and calm, without a trace of emotion. He said leisurely, "Back then, when Wukong became sworn brothers with you, it wasn't just because of that kick from the Bodhisattva, but also because he saw that you had the right path in your heart."

But now—

However, his elder brother's actions disappointed Wukong.

"You really don't care about our sworn brotherhood?"

Zhenyuan Daxian's eyes turned red as he questioned him.

"My name is Guyue Yuanjue."

This answer startled Zhenyuan Daxian, who then became enraged.

The implication was that the person you swore brotherhood with was Sun Wukong, so what did it have to do with Gu Yueyuanjue?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhenyuan Daxian, enraged, laughed. Holding his whisk, he swept it, and thousands of white whiskers transformed into a sea of ​​clouds, sweeping across hundreds of miles.

Jiang Liu, unafraid, chuckled and drew his Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel). With a single strike, he shook the universe, cleaving through the clouds to strike the heart. Anger surged within him like hot oil, igniting a fiery rage within him. His eyes blazed with fury as he raised his cudgel to strike Zhen Yuanxian.

Zhenyuan Daxian was not skilled in offensive combat, and could only parry with his duster. It was truly a fierce battle, and we saw—

Zhen Yuan, with a single thought, entered the path of demonic possession, his whisk gently sweeping away the swirling flames. Jiang Liuxin, determined to subdue the demon, wielded his iron rod with unwavering strength.