Chapter two hundred and sixty-ninth meeting the gods (4000
The person who opened the mouth was an old man with white beard and hair, who wore a white jade hairpin tied into a square bun. His eyebrows were as long as snow and fell to his shoulders. He looked old, but his face was ruddy and wrinkle-free. As he looked around, his eyes were clear.
"Benefiting his descendants? How much merit must this have to bless his descendants while he is still alive?"
There was a fairy next to him who heard this and also cast his gaze. He looked Feng Bingwen up and down and sighed, but he didn't feel much envy at all.
Merit, virtue and luck are illusory to low-level monks, but to these powerful monks who have set foot on the immortal path, they are real and can even be seen.
"hehe!"
Feng Bingwen had a reserved but polite smile on his face and didn't explain much.
His father dispersed his wealth to save the people from poverty, and the merit he received was more than ten percent.
The main reason why his father was able to accumulate such a huge wealth was because of him. Otherwise, he would have been tricked by others. With his honest and kind-hearted character, he still wants to make a fortune and become a wealthy businessman? Just dream!
"Although merit is good, it can be gathered or dispersed. Don't be too obsessed with this way. We monks should still focus on our own merits. This is our foundation."
Another old monk spoke, but it was not a compliment, but a warning.
All monks like to make merit and eliminate disasters, but few powerful monks will deliberately accumulate merit, because merit often means cause and effect.
Every drink and every peck has a certain number, and there is a balance between gains and losses.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I will keep it in mind, junior."
Feng Bingwen bowed and thanked these powerful monks who were qualified to call him their ancestors. The reason why they had such a good attitude toward him was, firstly, because of the master who stood in front of him as airy as an immortal, and secondly, because
His own talent.
"Brother Bingwen, come quickly!"
In the distance, an armored young man greeted Feng Bingwen. He was Wang Yuan from the Blood Qin Empire. When he first entered the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he was defeated by him.
"Go ahead! A lively little guy like you should communicate more with your peers and don't stay with sluggish old guys like us!"
An old monk heard the sound and said to Feng Bingwen with a smile.
"Master, seniors, I will go over first!"
When Feng Bingwen heard the words, he bowed and stepped back. Standing next to these powerful men with magnificent auras made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't like this feeling.
"Go for it!"
Zhao Junxian glanced at it and waved his hand, asking his disciples to communicate more with their peers.
Feng Bingwen suddenly turned into a ray of light and fell into a small island with lush vegetation.
It is said to be a small island, but compared to this vast swamp that once gave birth to a true dragon, this inconspicuous water island when viewed from above is really not that small.
The top of the mountain in the center has been flattened, making it wide and flat. There are continuous pavilions and pavilions, dotted with Yaohuaqicao, jade trees and orchids. There are also auspicious cranes and auspicious deer wandering under the forest, luan birds and bluebirds flying on the branches, and clouds covering the fog.
, green and dense, ethereal and dusty, without the turbidity of ordinary fireworks, giving it an air of immortality.
In front of a sapphire palace, two young men met the fallen Feng Bingwen. One was heroic and vigorous, the other had a high crown and noble bearing, and it was Wang Yuan and Ji Changqing.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, you are finally willing to come down!"
Ji Changqing smiled, grabbed Feng Bingwen, and walked deep into the palace complex. There were many geniuses from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths gathered here.
"Brother Bingwen, it seems that you are very popular among the elders!"
"If I were one of those old guys, I would also like an extremely talented junior like Feng Daoyou!"
"You two were joking, but you were just following the teacher and listening to some useless words."
Feng Bingwen chatted and laughed with the two familiar people, and was led into a palace. Looking up, he saw that the palace was full of geniuses, no more than ten dozen, all of whom were elites of the human race. Their elegant demeanor made them...
People are amazed.
Some people are as quiet as a mountain, with a calm momentum, some are as sharp as a peerless sword, with murderous intent, and some are extremely cold and full of blood; some are lively, full of vitality, carefree, and uninhibited...
…
When Feng Bingwen stepped into the Jade Palace and looked at the geniuses, no matter what they were doing before, their eyes all fell on him.
Respect, admiration, respect, awe, curiosity, eagerness to try, just to name a few... Some people here have personally seen Feng Bingwen take action twice, while others are obsessed with enlightenment, but soon after they came out, they heard Feng Bingwen
Bingwen’s deeds.
"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Feng Bingwenfeng, please take a seat!"
The strong will be respected wherever they go, even if they are a group of arrogant geniuses, they recognize the strength of their contemporaries more, and they also have tolerance.
The confrontation lasted only a moment before someone stood up and invited Feng Bingwen to sit at the top, acknowledging his status. Feng Bingwen naturally obliged and sat at the top, looking down at the many talented people.
Some geniuses who had never seen him were not used to it, but more geniuses showed respect for him. After a while, someone came up to chat with him. While introducing themselves, they also asked Feng Bingwen for advice on spiritual practice.
In the face of these, Feng Bingwen was able to deal with it calmly, with just a few pointers. Although he was not born in a major Taoist sect, but practiced Taoism halfway, with the one hundred thousand Taoist treasures given by his master, his foundation was extremely solid, and he
He has also come into contact with many scriptures, and when it comes to the foundation, there are very few people of his generation who can compare with him.
Feng Bingwen handled such a scene easily, and his fluent answers easily answered the confusion of the other geniuses, which naturally attracted more respect and awe.
Not long after, Tianjian Daozi and Netherworld Daozi arrived one after another, and they were followed by many Tianjiao monks from the same sect and sect, with them as the main ones.
This is a grand gathering of geniuses belonging to the iron-blooded faction of the human race. The elites from the three continents bordering the human race gather here to exchange ideas and compete with each other.
Because after entering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, some geniuses have been enlightening the Tao and practicing the Dharma, and have never had any conflicts with others from the beginning to the end. When they come out of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, they naturally want to communicate with people who share the same path to verify what they have learned.
The atmosphere of Tianjiao's exchange was very lively. From time to time, someone would get up from the futon while talking, hold a magic weapon, surround themselves with mysterious light, rush to the outside of the island, and fight each other.
This is the simplest way to demonstrate right and wrong. My fist is bigger than yours, so it is obvious that my way is correct. Your way is not as good as mine, so it must be wrong. Otherwise, why would you lose?
Some geniuses even stood up and asked Tianjian Daozi and Netherworld Daozi for advice, or even invited them to fight. After having a defeat, even the status of Daozi was not enough to deter the geniuses.
The occurrence of such a situation made the monks of Netherworld Dao and Tianjian Dao very dissatisfied, because there was one person in the scene whose situation was completely different from theirs.
He was a young monk who was surrounded by many talented people. No one challenged him. In front of him, there were only monks who asked him for advice.
This made many monks of the Celestial Sword Dao and Netherworld Dao feel particularly angry. This was obviously a courtesy that only a Dao disciple should have, and that one has not yet obtained the status of a Dao disciple.
Feng Bingwen naturally didn't feel much about this. Looking at the lively and noisy scenes around him, he felt a little lonely in his heart. He felt that he was out of tune with the atmosphere here. These talented people did not regard him as a peer at all.
Those monks who were irritable and easy to argue with others turned out to be better behaved than sheep when they were in front of him. They only asked him for advice verbally and had no intention of fighting with him, leaving him no chance to take action.
But even so, Feng Bingwen was in a particularly good mood. After all, the good deeds in the book of heaven were growing at an extremely gratifying rate.
Of course, the growth rate of evil deeds is also extremely alarming, but compared with the increase in good deeds, this evil is not worth mentioning. When this gathering is over, he can just find an opportunity to eliminate it.
This genius discussion lasted for nine days and nine nights, until finally, when it was almost over, his master took the initiative to say goodbye and took him away.
"How does it feel?"
In the sky above Qianlongyuan, the banished immortal with immortal appearance asked warmly, but Feng Bingwen, who was very close to him, could feel the majestic blood energy hidden in his master's body.
A ruthless man who fights with real dragons.
“Great harvest!”
Feng Bingwen replied with a smile.
"You're such a bastard, you won't tell the truth to me? But you can speak freely."
When Zhao Junxian heard this answer, he was not satisfied at all. He raised his hand and knocked Feng Bingwen on the forehead, then laughed and cursed.
"A waste of time!"
After rubbing the spot where he was hit on his forehead, Feng Bingwen reluctantly expressed his truest feelings.
"Haha, people who practice should be humble, introspect and self-examine at all times. How can we be so arrogant and arrogant?"
"Master, you are too unreasonable. You asked me to tell my true feelings and communicate with them. They can benefit from me, but I can't get any insights from them. This is not a waste of time.
What is it again?"
"Isn't it a waste of time to give guidance to your peers? This is also a test for your practice. Can you explain the Tao and principles you have understood to others, so that others can know and clearly understand what you mean!"
"Disciples are taught!"
Feng Bingwen bowed respectfully.
"Young master, you are doing this? Do you think you don't and I don't know what you are thinking?"
"Ah, teacher, do you also know the magical powers of Buddhism such as other's mind?"
Feng Bingwen was stunned.
"Won't."
Zhao Junxian rolled his eyes and then added,
"But I have a similar experience to you. I was scolded by my mother back then. Although we are practicing and seeking the Tao, we must not forget all living things on the day of enlightenment!"
"Disciple, please obey your master's orders!"
"Go and call your followers! I will take you back to the mountain gate together!"
"Thank you Master!"
Feng Bingwen was overjoyed when he heard this.
His father's troubles, squandering the family wealth and benefiting all the people, although he has achieved good deeds, the cause and effect are so huge that they must be sorted out, lest the cause and effect will backfire and create irreparable evil consequences.
There will always be times when manpower will be exhausted. Even if the immortal has the power to move mountains and seas, there will be times when he cannot take care of it, not to mention that he is just an ordinary monk who diligently pursues the Tao.
Therefore, he now needs additional power to help him sort out cause and effect, otherwise even the accompanying five spirits will not be enough.
"What's there to be thankful for?"
Zhao Junxian shook his head helplessly.
Feng Bingwen had already turned around and flew down to look for those alien followers who were feeling particularly anxious.
This is a gift prepared by the iron-blooded faction of the human race for the best disciples of the new generation, and the foreign races that can be allowed to enter the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are positioned as the war servants and mounts of the human race.
Many alien races know this. After all, the races they were born into are vassals of the human race. No matter how prominent their status is, they still cannot escape the ending of being dependent on the human race.
Because once you refuse to attach, it is tantamount to betrayal in the eyes of the human race, and traitors do not need any mercy.
Just like the candidate for kingship from Longbo Kingdom, his status is already noble enough, but his purpose of entering Nine Heavens and Ten Earths is to plunder the destiny of the genius of the human race.
If he can fight his way out of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with his own strength, his tribe can protect his life and even become the next leader of the country.
It's a pity that he failed. The result of his defeat was that his self-will was wiped away by Netherworld Daozi, and his soul and body remained, becoming a mindless war slave.
As for the other alien races that have been conquered by the geniuses of the human race, their future destiny is to follow these geniuses of the human race and embark on the battlefield of foreign conquests to open up territories for the human race.
And this is why those aliens who are strong enough will take the initiative to find their masters. They need to follow a powerful enough genius to ensure that they survive in future battles.
However, this time there has been a new change in the situation. A genius from Taishang Dao has been mixed in. Taishang Dao advocates the Tao and nature and advocates not fighting against the world. It is a relatively salty sect in Taoism. Does not belong to any faction of the human race.
As for the followers accepted by the Taishangdao Tianjiao, their ownership is also quite controversial. After all, they were originally prepared for them by the Iron-Blooded Faction.
"Master, can I really go to the Supreme Way with you?"
"Can!"
Feng Bingwen answered the followers' questions tirelessly. It was not until Feng Bingwen brought them to Zhao Junxian that they calmed down, but no one could be excited.
Not only were they exempted from fighting, but also because they were able to join Taishang Dao. Although they did not become its disciples, they were able to enter the sect, which was enough to envy others.
Whoosh!
Seeing Feng Bingwen standing in front of him, Zhao Junxian said nothing. He reached out and took out a bunch of golden light, and then threw it in front of him. The bright golden light filled the air and turned into a golden avenue, extending deep into the sky. Where to go.