People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

This made Fang Zuo even more interested in this place.

"How did you get here?" Fang Zuo asked.

"I don't know, brother. Isn't today a crazy Thursday? I went to KFC to buy some egg tarts and hamburgers for my roommates. Suddenly, a truck hit us, and the next second I was here." The guy saw Fang Zuo eat the egg tart in two bites, felt a little distressed, and added:

"That truck is full of sexy lingerie, both black and white. Do you want some, big brother? If you do, come with me to get some. They'll be great as bandages. It's so chaotic here."

"Brother, you must be hungry after traveling through time."

As this guy was speaking, he saw Fang Zuo still looking at the KFC bag. Although he was a little reluctant, he generously took out another one and handed it to Fang Zuo.

"Where is this?" Fang Zuo waved his hand.

"I don't know, but looking at the teams fighting below, it should be the Three Kingdoms era. Aren't those the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army?" Seeing that Fang Zuo didn't eat it, the guy quickly put the egg tart away.

"Oh? How did you know?" Fang Zuo asked, glancing at the battlefield.

"Most of the Eastern Han army's battle flags had a crimson background with the Chinese character 'Han' embroidered on them. Look at that flag, it has the word 'Huangfu' written in black, with tiger and star patterns. It must be the famous Eastern Han general Huangfu Song."

"The opposing army wore yellow turbans wrapped around their heads, and yellow cloth strips wrapped around their coarse linen jackets. Their battle flags were khaki linen, depicting the Big Dipper and the character 'Zhang'."

"It's either Zhang Jue or Zhang Bao."

"You are well-versed in history." Fang Zuo nodded.

"Not bad." The guy nodded. "I've loved reading since I was a kid, and it's delayed my studies. How did you get here, big brother?"

"Me? I flew here." Fang Zuo said lightly.

"Flying? Plane?"

“No, it just flew here…”

After hearing this, the guy nodded with a pitiful look on his face.

This big brother must have gone a little crazy.

At this moment, he heard Fang Zuo speak again.

"Okay, eat your egg tart and I'll give you something."

"What? Big Brother?"

"Experience it yourself." Fang Zuo gently waved his hand: "Goodbye."

As he spoke, his body instantly flew into the air.

The guy only felt a heat filling his whole body. When he looked up again, the big brother had disappeared.

"Fuck, did it really fly here?"

"Am I dreaming?"

At this moment, Fang Zuo had already flown high into the sky.

Look at this world.

Not the shape of domestic land.

Although what that guy said makes sense, it was the Three Kingdoms period.

But at a glance, the terrain is very different from that in China.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and concentrated.

He said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, why don't you come out to see me? Then don't blame me for being rude."

As he spoke, the Nascent Soul in his body opened its eyes angrily.

The energy waves around his body exploded into a thousand-foot-long golden light.

A hundred-foot-tall shadow of Dharma slowly emerged above his head.

In an instant, the strong wind around him blew back.

The thousands of miles of mountains beneath my feet collapsed like paper.

The rivers are hanging upside down and roaring as they fall into the abyss.

Dark clouds covered the sun, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Even the sun and the moon seemed like two candle flames, flickering and about to shatter in Fang Zuo's aura.

The two armies fighting on the ground and that guy were so scared that they lay on the ground motionless.

"Haha, fellow Daoist, there's no need to be like this... I'm just about to meet you." A friendly chuckle sounded in Fang Zuo's ear.

In an instant, he was wrapped in a force and appeared in a cave.

A very simple cave.

Two futons.

A chessboard on a stone table and an incense burner emitting green smoke.

It is surrounded by stone walls.

Nothing more.

A white-haired old man in a white robe was sitting on a cushion.

Holding a whisk and stroking his white beard.

Full of kindness.

"If you stay a little longer, this little world will be torn to pieces," said the old man with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, are you...Yang Shen?" Fang Zuo felt apprehensive as he looked at the old man in front of him.

This was the first time since he became enlightened.

The old man in front of him was definitely a whole realm above him.

It just looks dead.

Life is not long.

I'm afraid he will die soon.

"Shame on you, shame on you!! I'm just a Dao Xiao Guo San." The old man said with a smile, "I'm Bi Wu San Dao, and I'm honored to meet you!"

"Thank you for your courtesy, fellow Daoist..." Fang Zuo bowed.

"I am honored to meet you, Daoist fellow..." Biwu Sanren also bowed and said, "Daoist fellow, please take a seat!"

Fang looked around the cave.

The spiritual energy was still weak, and the cave was about to disappear.

Just like this Biwu Sanren.

But there is an inexplicable force maintaining it.

He took a few steps forward and sat on another cushion.

Sitting face to face with this Biwu Sanren.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any tea or fruit to treat you right now. I know you've only recently achieved enlightenment, and the world has changed dramatically. I'm sure you have many questions for me. Feel free to ask." Biwu Sanren said with a smile:

"When I am at the end of my Dao, I am very excited and relieved to meet a younger generation who holds the last chance to succeed the Dao."

"I wonder when you achieved enlightenment?" Fang Zuo did have a lot of questions in his mind, and he asked them directly without any hesitation.

Bi Wu San Ren sighed softly, his eyes flickering. “When I first experienced the Bingchen calamity in Tianshu, I swallowed the Nine Deaths Resurrection Grass in Zhongnan Mountain and stole a trace of my Dao foundation.”

"Later, the ancestor of our generation of scattered immortals, Master Zhenyuan, began to lecture on the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. I was fortunate enough to kneel beneath the alchemy platform and listen to his teachings for a thousand years."

"I have also personally witnessed the ginseng fruit tree sprouting new buds to transcend tribulation, and the immortal fruit falling to the ground emitting a burst of Yimu green light."

"I have personally witnessed the purple phoenix bathing in fire, igniting the jade steps of Kunlun, and the nectar surging in the air over the Yaochi Lake during the grand event."

"After that, he endured thirty-six thunder tribulations and seventy-two ground fires before he finally achieved the status of an Earthly Immortal."

"At that time, the purple air from the Wuzhuang Temple came from the east for 30,000 miles, and it still flows through our spiritual altars today. Sadly... there is not much left..."

"The year of the disaster of Bingchen in Tianshu..." Fang Zuo repeated with a frown.

This calendar is not recorded in Taoist scriptures.

I have never seen it in Buddhist scriptures.

I think it was in ancient times.

As for the Nine-Lives-Resurrection Grass, there have been records of it.

In ancient times, there were countless spiritual creatures in heaven and earth.

This is one of the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth.

After reaching the Nascent Soul stage and becoming an Earthly Immortal, one must obtain these spiritual objects.

Just pick up one and eat it, and you’ll have a chance of becoming an immortal.

Not like now...

"This is the Heavenly Court calendar... It's normal for you to not know it." Bi Wu San Ren explained with a smile:

"I was just lucky enough to live during the heyday of spiritual energy, a mayfly under the heaven! At that time, there were countless Yang Gods in the world, so they were not worth mentioning. I can't compare to my fellow Daoist who was still able to achieve enlightenment in the Nascent Soul stage during the Dharma Ending Age."

"Fellow Daoist, you are too modest..." Fang Zuo shook his head. "Becoming an Earth Immortal, and even becoming a disciple of the founder of Earth Immortals, is no mere fluke."

"Haha, fellow Daoist, you haven't seen the grand spectacle of that time." Biwu Sanren waved his whisk and said, "It's not that I'm being modest..."

"At that time, within the Three Realms, there were as many Yang Gods as the grains of sand in the Ganges River, celestial immortals and earthly immortals were like stars filling the sky, and the gods and ghosts were like hills and tombs connected to the sky!"

"The Yaochi Banquet hasn't ended yet, the Tushita Palace is open again, and the clouds are crowding down the scattered immortals from three thousand miles away!"

"Just as the judge put down his pen, Meng Po's soup is already boiling, and the ghosts and immortals in Fengdu City are praying for immortality!"

"In the Southern Continent, incense burns everywhere, and all the mountain spirits and wild monsters claim to be immortals!"

"Even if a single fallen leaf from the Peach Garden were to fall into the mortal world, eight hundred grass-headed gods would fight for it!"

When Fang Zuo heard this, he couldn't help but feel a longing look in his heart.

This is by no means comparable to the messy gods of the Japanese island nation.

Such a grand occasion, the only grand occasion like this!

As a monk.

Hear this.

It makes people feel relaxed and happy, and yearn for it!

But the long sigh of Biwu Sanren interrupted Fang Zuo's thoughts.

"Alas... maybe that's how it is. We've completely divided up all the spiritual energy!" Bi Wu San Ren sighed, "We've angered the Heavenly Dao, and the spiritual energy is starting to fade..."

"Fellow Daoist, I have a question..." Fang Zuo asked, "I heard that our Taoist Three Pure Ones and Buddhist sects have all gone far away to seek new opportunities, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the heavenly court have also followed them..."

"Why didn't you go?"

"It's not just the gods and Buddhas and the Heavenly Palace! Not long after the Three Pure Ones of Taoism and the Buddhas of Mount Lingshan left, they sent back a message to the Three Realms: a place of new opportunity has been found!" A flash of memory crossed Biwu Sanren's brows.

"But it also states that there are vast spiritual resources there, and even more disasters! Many local powerful people are very hostile to us, and fighting is inevitable! Anyone who is at the same level as the Yang God can go there.

"At that time, spiritual energy was gradually fading. Whether it was the gods in the heavens or the demon saints on earth, they all hid in their caves and dared not move, fearing that their spiritual energy would be depleted and unable to be replenished."

"Hearing of the arrival of a new land of opportunity, the three realms were excited. Whether it was gods or demons, everyone relocated their families..."

"Of course... among them there are also immortals like me, who have a short lifespan and are unwilling to leave their homeland... But there is another reason..."

Bi Wu San Ren looked at Fang Zuo and shook his head. He paused and said self-deprecatingly:

"I'm not afraid of you making fun of me, fellow Taoist. As a Taoist, you must know that whether it's gods or demons, even if they are at the same level, there are differences, and they are divided into [fighting] and [peace]..."

"We're both Yang Gods. A [Hexian] like me, who has stolen a bit of Dao foundation, is no different from a chicken or a dog in the eyes of those [Fighting Immortals]... not to mention those demon saints who are born to be good at fighting..."

"I am not good at fighting. Even if I go to that place of new opportunities, I will not be able to fight. I am a person who has obtained the foundation of Taoism by stealing. Rather than dying there, I would rather stay in my hometown to live out my days..."

"So that's how it is." Fang Zuo nodded in understanding.

There are differences between people, and naturally there are differences between immortals.

This is true.

Although I am one realm lower than the opponent's Yang Shen, but if a real fight breaks out, I have enough ruthlessness and I am confident that I can kill him at the cost of hurting myself!