The years are long, coming like a surging tide. It generously bestows all things in the world, and also quietly takes away bits and pieces of the past.
In the blink of an eye, seven years passed quickly.
In the solemn Yang Mansion, the Zhenjun Palace stands majestically.
In front of the door, Chen Fei led a group of attendants with respectful expressions, lined up in a row, and held a grand ceremony.
In the center of the hall, a ten-foot-tall statue of a god stands majestically. It is carved lifelike, showing both majesty and compassion. Below it is a solemn altar, with a dazzling array of sacrifices placed on it, exuding curls of incense, adding a bit of sanctity.
and solemnity.
"Boom——" There was a loud noise, and the space seemed to be torn apart. Yang Jian was seen stepping into the void, like the god of war descending, with blood and energy surging all over his body like a mountain, and his eyes were as cold as electricity, revealing an inviolable majesty.
"Greetings to the True Lord!" Upon seeing this, Chen Fei and all the divine officials at Guanjiangkou bowed and saluted with a humble and pious attitude.
Yang Jian glanced at everyone, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This was the harbor of his soul, and every time he returned, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace and belonging.
"Excuse me, everyone." He continued with a steady and powerful voice, "Three days later, a grand banquet will be held at the Guanjiang estuary. It will last for three days. It will be a flowing banquet. Gods from heaven and earth, heroes from the world, and ghosts will be invited to the Guanjiang estuary.
All living beings participate in this grand event.
Manager Chen, I will give you full responsibility for this matter, and you must do it perfectly."
"Follow your orders, Lord True Lord! You will definitely live up to your trust!" Chen Fei accepted the order.
After the arrangements were made, Yang Jian Qingqi walked into the True Lord's Mansion, and he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Recalling what happened in the dream, he had fought bravely on countless small battlefields and killed everyone. Although it was thrilling at that time, he had never delved into the heaviness behind it.
But this time, he deliberately slowed down and observed the details, only then could he truly appreciate the cruelty and shock of the Battle of the Gods.
In this battle, it can be said that Daluo Jinxian is everywhere, and the former noble Taiyi Sanxian is as insignificant as an ant.
On the Chanjiao side, including his beloved master Yuding Zhenren, there are a total of thirteen top experts. Among them, several masters in the Daluo realm have lost the three flowers on top and the five qi in the chest that they have practiced for many years due to war.
Thousands of years of cultivation were instantly wiped out.
Looking at Jie Jiao again, the behemoth that was guarded by saints such as Uncle Lingbao also suffered heavy losses and was almost wiped out. Even the high-ranking quasi-sage powerhouses could not escape suppression, fall or be listed on the list.
Most of the remaining disciples were transferred to the West and returned to Buddhism.
"The saint is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs." Yang Jian secretly sighed in his heart. If he had not become a saint, he would eventually be unable to escape the fate of an ant.
However, he did not despair because of this. Instead, in the baptism of this war, through the insight of the eyes of the sky, he got a glimpse of the secret of advancement - rules are the key!
Rules, the simplest principles between heaven and earth, are the fundamental laws for the operation of all things, also known as "Tao".
The reason why saints are saints is precisely because they can remember, understand, and finally master a great way of heaven and earth. But even so, they are still limited by the way of heaven and cannot go against it.
Yang Jian smiled slightly, and his heart suddenly became clear. Only by transcending the existing avenue and creating his own path can he truly stand side by side with the way of heaven and gain supreme freedom and freedom.
This is the direction of his future cultivation path.
As his thoughts drifted, Yang Jian couldn't help but picture the carefree figure of Le Ye, the "uncle" who never seemed to stop eating, drinking and having fun at home.
Seven years, do you know how he spent these seven years?
For Le Ye, it may just be the accumulation of endless joy; but for him, it is a life-and-death fight on the battlefield. He is always on tenterhooks every day, fearing that one careless move will cause him to lose everything.
What made him even more dumbfounded was the monthly routine of receiving Mr. Le's "luxury bill" from Manager Chen. It recorded how Mr. Le played with fairies, how he got into minor troubles, and how he enjoyed the best in the world.
of food and wine.
Wuwuwuwu, this is so uncomfortable!
However, it was this cruel war that made Yang Jian deeply understand the extraordinary behind Le Ye's seemingly absurd and unruly behavior.
After being transformed at will by Le Ye, the Sky Eye has the amazing ability to discern the handwriting of saints, analyze the origin of quasi-sages, understand the rules of spiritual treasures, and even copy magical powers.
This couldn't help but make Yang Jian feel ripples in his heart: "Is it possible that Mr. Le is actually the extraordinary tall cat who transcends the world and is above everything else?"
As soon as the thought came out, he shook his head to dispel it.
Such speculation is too bizarre and beyond his current cognitive scope. He understands that each level of existence has its own unique logic and pursuit, and it is difficult to see the whole picture without being in the situation.
"That's all, that's all." Yang Jian thought to himself, "Maybe it's not known that Le Ye's seemingly absurd lifestyle is his unique way of cultivation.
After all, who can tell whether the great road is simple or complex? Maybe worldly pleasures such as eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking are just alternative shortcuts to the great road in Le Ye's eyes."
Thinking of this, Yang Jian smiled in relief, but there was a sense of awe and curiosity about the unknown world in his heart.
Moreover, this battle was really turbulent, and the smell of gunpowder between the Nezha brothers and Li Jing could ignite the entire battlefield.
Speaking of which, it was Li Jing's unforgiving mouth, calling him a "beast" on the left and a "monster" on the right, which directly aroused Nezha's anger to the extreme.
At the critical moment, it was Master Yuding who took action and presented Li Jing with an exquisite pagoda with infinite power. Mrs. Yin loved her husband deeply and resolutely sat in the tower. This finally put an end to the conflict between father and son.
Pause button.
Otherwise, when Nezha's fiery temper comes up, Li Jing may have to directly experience the journey of reincarnation.
But having said that, these grievances and hatreds are just minor episodes in front of the overall situation of Conferring Gods.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What’s interesting is that since Li Jing was named the King of Pagodas, the pagoda has almost become his second life. He takes it with him wherever he goes, and whenever he sees Nezha
He retreated like a conditioned reflex, for fear of causing any trouble again.
Fortunately, the gods of the Three Realms had nothing to do and gave Li Jing a new nickname - "Li Tianshu, who escaped from the tower".
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The dust of the Conferred God War has settled, and the Three Realms have returned to peace and tranquility.
The newly appointed King Wu of Zhou shocked the world with his extraordinary actions. He offered sacrifices to heaven devoutly, proclaimed himself the emperor, and resolutely cut off four purple qi that symbolized the supreme destiny of the human race.
This move marks that the status of the leader of the human race has been reduced from the "nine-nine supremes" who are comparable to the Jade Emperor to the "nine-five supremes", and his status has also been weakened as a result.
However, this incident did not cause much disturbance to the superior gods of the three realms.
Many of them had narrowly escaped death in that unprecedented battle, and some even died. Their true spirits were bound to the list of gods. From then on, their fate was closely linked to the heaven, and it was difficult to make any further progress in their cultivation.
This helplessness and restraint made all the immortals feel mixed emotions.
Therefore, in this rare period of peace, a different atmosphere filled the three realms. The gods held various banquets one after another, drinking and drinking together, as if they wanted to drink away the hardships and bitterness of the past.
They were either playing chess on the chessboard and competing with their wits; or they were drinking to vent their dissatisfaction and helplessness with their fate, cursing the heavens and the earth, as if they wanted to vent the frustrations in their hearts.
What's more, choose to indulge in dreams, forget all the constraints of reality, and just seek a moment of joy and freedom in the illusory world.
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Deep in the underworld, in the solemn and gloomy Palace of Hell, eternal darkness shrouds everything, and the air is filled with a heart-stopping chill, as if even the flow of time has stopped here.
Yan Jun sat leisurely behind the high seat, playing with a glass of rare Longquan wine from Guanjiangkou in his hand, and took a sip. The taste made the corners of his mouth raise. As he closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, it seemed that even the wails of the wandering souls around him had melted away.
Composed a pleasant piece of music.
Then, he picked up a piece of tender white tofu from the basket on the side, carefully carved it with a knife, and gently put it into the sizzling hot pot next to it.
After a while, the tofu absorbed the essence of the soup and became attractive and delicious.
Yan Jun picked up a piece, accompanied it with the wine, and hummed a melodious tune in his mouth: "Taste the delicious tofu fragrance, even the Jade Emperor in the sky could not enjoy such scenery~"
Just when the tranquility was filled with delicious food and leisure, a burst of rapid and panicked footsteps broke the tranquility.
A steward in a black robe with an anxious face rushed in and shouted in a trembling voice: "Yan Jun! Something bad has happened! Just now, the seducer accidentally brought back a monkey. He never thought that it would possess great supernatural powers.
There was a huge chaos in the underworld, and many supernumerary judges were killed.
What's more, he also tampered with all the life and death records of the monkey clan of Huaguo Mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou! I am afraid that he has already escaped to the human world."
Upon hearing this, Yan Jun frowned slightly, then returned to normal, slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, carefully arranged his appearance, and stepped in front of the steward, his tone was calm but revealed a majesty that should not be underestimated.
"What's so special about this monkey? Is there any record of it in my underworld?"
The steward shook his head repeatedly, his expression even more frightened: "There is no record, and there is no powerful background as a disciple, otherwise how could you dare to seduce his soul easily?"
Yan Jun pondered for a moment and said: "In this way, it may have happened by chance. Can you tell me again, how much damage has been done to the underworld this time?"
The steward hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered up the courage: "That monkey has extraordinary magical powers. Not only did it tamper with the life and death book of the monkey clan in Huaguo Mountain, but... it also destroyed all the life and death books in Dongsheng Shenzhou and even wider areas.
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When Yan Jun heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold and his tone became more serious: "Say it again, what are the details?"
The steward shivered with fright, and there was a cry in his voice: "The monkey was so powerful that it actually burned all the books of life and death that had been treasured for thousands of years in the underworld with one fire. Now the lifespans of the creatures in the three realms need to be recalculated, and the underworld has really suffered heavy losses!
"
When Yan Jun heard this, he was furious and shouted: "What a bold and arrogant Monkey King! How can you just sit idly by and ignore such acts? I will immediately go to heaven and complain to the Jade Emperor, so that he can make the decision for us and other little gods!"
After saying this, he flashed his body and galloped towards the heaven, leaving behind a room filled with shock and chaotic discussions.
Little yellow cat: 6
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On this day, the sun was just right, the breeze was gentle, and the garden was peaceful and elegant.
Yang Jian and Le Ye were sitting leisurely and contentedly in an exquisite pavilion, playing chess. Beside them, a fishing rod hung gently into the water, but the buoy seemed to have been forgotten by time and had not moved for a long time.
All around, there is a dazzling array of delicious food, fresh fruits, and the aroma of fine wines. Ao Cunxin is extremely busy, leading the cheerful dance while carefully replacing the food on the table to ensure that everything is perfect.
As the chess game progressed and dozens of moves passed, Yang Jian's brows gradually furrowed as he stared at the situation on the chessboard and fell into deep thought.
The eyes between his brows opened quietly, as if he could see countless future developments, but the move in front of him made him feel very embarrassed, and he was still unable to make a move.
At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the garden, and a group of practitioners rushed into the yard in a hurry.
The leader was none other than the Six Immortals of Meishan, the best among the Earth Immortals. Their arrival obviously surprised Yang Jian. He quickly stood up and prepared to greet them, but he accidentally overturned the chessboard in his hand and the chess pieces scattered everywhere.
land.
Yang Jian quickly waved his hand and put away the chessboard and chess pieces. His expression became solemn and he said to Mr. Le: "Master Le, it seems that there are important things to deal with today. Let's leave this game of chess for another day!"
"
After saying this, he turned around to face the Six Immortals of Meishan.
Little yellow cat:???
At the entrance of the small courtyard, Yang Jian asked softly with a gentle smile: "Brothers, why are you in such a hurry?"
Zhu Zizhen, the leader of the Six Immortals of Meishan, hurriedly stepped forward and reported solemnly: "Second Master, it's not good, Heaven sent fifty thousand elite troops, led by the King of Tota and the Great God of Santan Haihui, and they are coming to the lower world with great momentum.
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Hearing this, Yang Jian smiled slightly and already had some calculations in his mind. He gently shook the folding fan, showing his gracefulness in his movements, and said nonchalantly: "Cun Xin, go and prepare some good wine and good food. I want to stay drunk with my brothers today.
No return!"
"Yes, Second Master!" Ao Cunxin heard the words, bowed slightly and bowed, her voice was gentle and well-behaved, and then turned around to make arrangements.
This scene made the six Meishan brothers secretly envious. After all, this was the third princess of the West Sea Dragon Palace. She had a noble status, but was so gentle and virtuous. It was really rare.
They looked at each other, feeling bitter in their hearts.
Thinking about the Sichuan and Chongqing mother-in-law in my own family, her fierce energy was completely different from Ao Cunxin. For a time, everyone had mixed feelings in their hearts, and they all sighed: "Marry the Sichuan and Chongqing mother-in-law, and you will enjoy your life!"
However, Zhu Zizhen did not forget about the business. He reminded worriedly: "Second Master, although we are not afraid, the power of heaven is huge now. The four heavenly kings, the twenty-eight constellations, the nine obsidian star officials, the twelve yuan chen, and the five directions
Revealing the truth, the four levels of merit, the twenty-four divine generals of the Lei Department, the thirty-six Tiangang stars, the seventy-two evil stars of the earth...
Any one of these gods can rival us, but we still have to take some precautions."
When Yang Jian heard this, he closed his folding fan with a "snap" and looked towards the distant ninth heaven. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he shook his head gently: "No problem, just watch the show."
