Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Hongjun did not hide what he was going to do in the future. Since the plan to destroy Honghuang from within did not work, he would just attack from the outside!

If internal infiltration fails, then attack from the outside!

Back then, when Pangu was in his prime, he couldn't compete with him at all, but now, Song Xuan, who had returned from reincarnation and had not yet grown up, wanted to stop him from achieving enlightenment?

That's impossible!

In the struggle for the great way, there is no room for compromise!

Chapter 1247 May I ask the Venerable Daoist Master, is there still a chance for the flourishing of Western Buddhism?

Hongjun, as the Taoist ancestor of the ancient universe and a Dao-level existence, has always been pure and indifferent, and not a talkative person.

But when facing Song Xuan, the reincarnation of the great god Pangu, he always spoke more unconsciously.

Because this is the only one he regards as an opponent, and even someone he needs to be wary of!

As for other people, whether they are the ancient saints or other chaotic demons in the chaos, in his eyes, they are nothing more than pawns.

He had no desire to chat with chess pieces, but for opponents of the same level, Hongjun could not help but want to chat for a while.

He wanted to use the conversation to see what the character of this once-strongest Chaos Demon God was like after his reincarnation.

The moment he saw this, he felt even more uncomfortable.

It is true that Pangu was extremely powerful back then, but he was also simple-minded and easy to figure out. But now, Song Xuan, after his reincarnation, is definitely a shrewd and scheming guy!

He wanted to use words to put a sense of oppression on Song Xuan, making him feel a sense of urgency in his subsequent practice, and preferably causing him to go astray because of his eagerness for quick success.

But Song Xuan didn't care at all about the rumor that he would lead the Chaos Demons to invade the prehistoric world in the future. He even talked to him about the situation of the Chaos Demons with great interest.

"I heard that Yangmei Daxian is a hollow willow tree. Is that true?"

"The Demon Ancestor Luohou from back then, if we calculate the time, will soon be reincarnated from the long river of time. Hongjun, you have quite a few enemies!"

"By the way, there's a rumor that your Chaos Demon God's true form is a giant earthworm. Is this rumor true?"

...

Hongjun's face was indifferent, but one could see that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. It was obvious that this Taoist master was finally angry about people saying that his true form was a cricket!

"Song Xuan, I'm just going to watch and see how long you can remain so proud!"

He snorted coldly, and light flashed around him. Then the young and tall figure suddenly changed, and returned to the somewhat plump appearance of Zhunti, with Buddha's light shining all over him.

Obviously, after knowing that he could not destroy Song Xuan and could not gain any advantage by verbal persuasion, the main consciousness of Hongjun Daozu was ready to leave the prehistoric world and return to his true body.

Before leaving, Hongjun looked at Song Xuan deeply.

"We will meet again in the endless calamity!"

After he finished speaking, Hongjun closed his eyes, and a special aura emanated from Zhunti, as if it was trying to leave Zhunti's body in a special way.

But the next moment, Hongjun opened his eyes, anger flashed on his face, and he shouted coldly, "Zhunti, what are you going to do?"

At the same time, another voice familiar to Song Xuan sounded from Zhunti's body.

"Teacher, of course I want to see you off!"

Hongjun's voice turned icy cold, "Even you want to betray your master? Don't forget, you swore an oath to the Great Dao... If you betray your master, you will fall from your saintly position, and your body and soul will be annihilated, with no hope of reincarnation!

Can you afford this price? Do you dare to pay it? "

"Amitabha... Whether you dare or not, it actually depends on the situation!"

At this moment, Zhunti was able to gain control of his body. He put his hands together, the Buddha's light shone upon him, and his face looked calm and peaceful.

"Teacher, you are right. I am greedy for the sainthood and even more attached to my life. But if the prerequisite for obtaining these is to sacrifice my senior brother's future and fate, then the so-called conditions given by the teacher are not worth mentioning in my opinion!

In this world, in my poor monk’s eyes, it is nothing but a mirage, a dream and an illusion. Only my senior brother is real in my heart!

"Brother, you have great love in your heart. You want to educate the world and save all living beings. I, your junior disciple, have no talent, but I am willing to sacrifice my life and my position as a saint to open a path to heaven for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red-gold flame began to rise from Zhunti's body. It was the fire of the Fallen Saint. The rise of this flame meant that Zhunti's holy position was collapsing!

"You crazy person!"

Hongjun's roar sounded in Zhunti's body. At the center of Zhunti's eyebrows, a dark green beam of light wanted to fly up, but before the beam flew halfway, a pair of arms burning with red-gold flames appeared at the center of the eyebrows and dragged it back.

"Teacher, it's useless!"

Zhunti's voice was still calm, and his body still maintained the posture of clasping his hands together. At this moment, he was unusually peaceful and compassionate.

“I, a poor monk, burned the primordial spirit that was placed in the Heavenly Dao, and received the blessing of the Heavenly Dao’s power.

If this consciousness of yours were outside, I might not be able to do anything to you, but teacher, you are now in my body.

I know that you look down on me and think that I am a waste among saints, but no matter how wasteful I am, I am still a saint!

A saint, burning his primordial spirit, blessed by the power of Heaven, if he can't even retain a trace of your consciousness, then the blow he is hitting is not on the face of this poor monk, but on the face of the Great Heaven!"

Zhunti sat cross-legged in the air with a compassionate and peaceful smile on his face. The red-gold flaming arm at his brow frantically dragged Hongjun's main consciousness back into the sea of ​​consciousness at his brow.

Song Xuan stood in the distance and did not approach. At this moment, the flames emanating from Zhunti's body made even the Chaos Bell above his head feel palpitated.

That is the flame of heaven that even saints fear and fear, and anyone who is touched by it will perish!

Hongjun's unwilling roar was heard from Zhunti's body. Obviously, if this main consciousness was destroyed, it would cause considerable trauma to Hongjun's real body far away in the chaotic sea.

At the very least, the time it takes for his real body to recover from its injuries will probably be seriously delayed!

"Amitabha!"

The appearance of Cundi is solemn, and the Buddha's light is surrounding his body. At this moment, he does not have a trace of vulgarity of "fellow Taoist and I have a destiny in the West", but is unusually calm.

After chanting the Buddha's name, Zhunti looked at Song Xuan calmly.

“Ever since I became conscious, I have witnessed the brutality of the battle between Dao and Demon, and the frantic fight between Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Demon Ancestor Luohou.

That battle has left a shadow that will haunt me throughout my life. Since then, the entire western region has become a barren land, with no living creatures left in the western land.

It was my senior brother who guided me, took me to hide and escape, preached and chanted scriptures for me, and protected my spiritual clarity, so that I would not lose my original heart in the endless resentment and murderous aura.

My senior brother is not only a friend and brother who has been through life and death with me, but in my heart, he is more like my father and mother.

Brother, feeling grateful for the difficulties faced by sentient beings, established the Western Religion to seek opportunities for their survival and to lead them into the Pure Land.

The world thinks he is hypocritical, but I am the only one who knows that my senior brother is consistent in what he says and what he thinks, and he has never deviated from his ideals.

I am not a good person. In order to help my senior brother realize his ideals, I did a lot of shady things in secret. When the Lich Calamity became more and more serious, I was one of the driving forces behind the scenes.

Having encountered this calamity today, I have no regrets or complaints."

"Amitabha!"

Zhunti chanted the Buddha's name again. At this time, his body could no longer be seen in human form, and was burned black by the flames. But even so, he did not make a sound of pain, but just stared at Song Xuan quietly.

"At the moment of my death, I have only one thing to say. I hope the Taoist Master can give me an answer."

Zhunti's dark figure, with his hands clasped together, subconsciously bowed downwards and said in a weak voice, "I have sacrificed myself to feed the demon. I dare not say that I have done anything meritorious, but I have bought a moment of respite for the sentient beings of the prehistoric world.

May I ask the Venerable Daoist, after my death, will there be any chance for Buddhism in the West to flourish?"

Chapter 1248 Farewell to fellow Taoist Zhunti, returning to the Western Paradise!

Song Xuan held the Chaos Bell above his head, his gaze fixed on Zhunti.

After a moment of silence, he nodded slowly.

“Buddhism will flourish. Whether or not there is still a prehistoric world in the future, Buddhism will continue to exist!”

Upon hearing this, Zhunti smiled in relief, clasped his hands together, and said calmly, "Thank you, Daozun, for your gift!"

Song Xuan waved his hand, "It's not a gift, nor was it bestowed by me. The prosperity of Buddhism is the result of you, Zhunti, walking on your own!"

"Immeasurable Daoist Master, well done, well done!" Zhunti's eyes slowly closed, his consciousness fading into the last moments of his death. "Daoist Master, tell my senior brother, Junior Brother Zhunti, that I didn't bring shame to him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhunti's body, which had been burned black by the Fallen Saint Fire, was completely engulfed by the red-gold flames.

The roar of Hongjun's main consciousness completely disappeared, and so did Zhunti's physical body. In the end, only a pale golden relic remained, slowly floating in the void.

Song Xuan waved his sleeves, held the relic in his hand, and looked at it calmly.

At this time, in the boundless starry sky, with the disappearance of Hongjun's main consciousness, the Zhoutian Star Array that blocked half of the prehistoric starry sky also dispersed, and the aura of the prehistoric laws of heaven once again enveloped this place.

Soon, the divine will was revealed, and the saints felt it, and their majestic true bodies descended one after another.

The Supreme Sage holds a Tai Chi diagram above his head, the Yuanshi Sage clutches the Pangu Banner, the Tongtian Sage steps on the Zhuxian Formation diagram, with the Qingping Sword hanging from his waist, the Nuwa Sage sits cross-legged on a map of mountains, rivers, and the state, and the Houtu Sage looms in the six realms of reincarnation...

"Junior brother!!"

At this moment, a wailing sound came from the western realm of the ancient world. The next moment, on the golden avenue paved with Buddha's light, the Holy Saint Jie Yin appeared in the void, staggering a little, stepping on the golden lotus of merit.

After seeing Song Xuan's real body of Pangu looking down at the starry sky, and the saint's relics held in the hand of Pangu's real body, Jie Yin spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the golden lotus of merit with a miserable look on his face.

"Junior brother, you finally embarked on this road of no return..."

In sorrow and dejection, Jie Yin prostrated himself on the golden lotus of merit and virtue and bowed to Song Xuan from afar, "Dao Zun, my humble disciple Zhunti has offended the Dao Zun and deserves the punishment. I dare not complain in the slightest.

I only ask the Daoist Master to consider that Zhunti was once a saint of the Heavenly Dao and give him some respect so that his relics can return to their homeland..."

Song Xuan glanced at Jie Yin, and it was obvious that the other party had not yet figured out the real situation.

He did not give a direct answer, but stared at the other party and said calmly: "Do you know about Zhunti's situation?"

Jie Yin clasped his hands together and sighed, "I had some guesses. When Hong Jun's eyes fell on Hong Huang, I guessed that the other party might have come to find Junior Brother Zhunti.

I have tried to persuade you secretly and guide you, but it's a pity that you have finally reached this point!"

After saying this, Jie Yin prostrated himself and kowtowed again, "Dao Zun, have mercy on me. No matter what sins my junior brother has committed, I, as his senior brother, am willing to shoulder the responsibility. I also hope that Dao Zun will have mercy on me and not erase his true spirit from the river of time. Give him a chance to reincarnate!"

As a saint, he knew everything he needed to know about Song Xuan's true background.

The Saint Jie Yin was naturally very clear that the sin of his junior brother colluding with Hongjun to overthrow the prehistoric world would be useless even if he fulfilled many great ambitions of the Western Buddhist sect.

If the Taoist Master is determined to punish the criminals, he will definitely have a way to wipe out Junior Brother Zhunti’s true spirit!

This is a result that Jie Yin absolutely does not want to see.

Song Xuan stared at him, looking at the Saint of Reception who had no trace of saintly pride for his junior brother, and who prostrated himself on the ground just to atone for his junior brother's sins. Song Xuan was silent for a while.

The junior fellow was willing to give up his position as a saint and even sacrifice his life for his senior fellow.

The senior brother is willing to atone for the sins of the junior brother and to take full responsibility for all the karma.

The bond between the two Western saints...

Song Xuan was at a loss for words. It was the bond of brotherhood, a bond of shared life and death, a bond of family, a bond of mutual support through countless years, a bond of comrades-in-arms, a bond of constantly marching forward together for a common belief...

Thousands of thoughts turned into a sigh in Song Xuan's heart - Old man Hongjun, it was not unfair for you to lose!

In Song Xuan's opinion, the Seven Saints of the Primordial World have very different personalities, and each has their own plans and little thoughts, and they even compete with each other secretly. But to be fair, these saints are worthy of the Primordial World and are worthy of the title of saints!

On the major issues of right and wrong, my position has never been wrong!

If anyone had any evil intentions, it would have been impossible for Song Xuan and Song Qian, brother and sister, to grow up so smoothly after ascending to the prehistoric world!

Taking a deep breath, Song Xuan snapped his fingers, and the relic in his hand fell in front of the Saint Jie Yin.

"Please keep this thing!"

The Saint Jie Yin was a little surprised. The Taoist Master was so magnanimous and easy to talk to that he actually returned his junior brother's relics?

Isn't it said that this Xuantian Daozun is very petty?

Song Xuan looked around at the saints and said in a deep voice, "There is one thing I want to make clear."

"That is, Zhunti did not betray Honghuang!"

He then recounted today's battle, concluding with this: "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, you used your body as bait, using yourself as a cage to trap Hongjun's main consciousness, and ultimately perished together with him!"

After a pause, Song Xuan continued, "Zunti, without fault, has made great contributions to the prehistoric world and to all living beings!"

“Buddhism should flourish!!”

After the words were spoken, the Three Pure Ones looked at each other. At this moment, the three saints had a look of sudden realization on their faces, and showed a look of relief, as if that was how it was.

Before, they had vaguely sensed the secret of heaven that Buddhism would flourish in the future.

But the source of this prosperity has always been a mystery. Today, I finally figured it out.

Zhunti used his own life to create a future for Buddhism.

The other saints did not envy at all the Daxing who burned his primordial spirit, fell from the sainthood, and sacrificed his entire life's cultivation.