The shock of the gray-robed old man this time made Zhang Ruochen vigilant, and he realized that the subsequent impact of the battle in the Rakshasa City would indeed be very detrimental to him.
I was stunned for a while, but also pushed myself to the forefront.
This made those monks who were already wary of his rise become even more murderous.
Tianmu has shocked the vast majority of people, and she is hiding in the Destiny Mountain, so we have the peace we have today. These two conditions are indispensable.
He cannot stay in the Destiny Mountain forever, nor can he stay under Tianmu's wings forever. He must improve his combat power and cultivation as soon as possible. Not only must he have the ability to protect himself, but he must also participate in the cosmic chess game and compete for the right to speak in the world.
The bureaucracy of the heavens is too high-end, and there are checks and balances among the heavens.
And under the heavens...
Zhang Ruochen wants to become a member of the turbulent people in the sky the moment he walks out of the Destiny Mountain, and then soar up to the top of the clouds. At that time, it is the time to participate in the highest-end game!
Since the gray-robed old man was more interested in Emperor Kuiliang, Zhang Ruochen felt relaxed and started reading various books on the castle tower.
Time passes unconsciously.
Zhang Ruochen is immersed in the vast sea of words every day, and practices it himself, confirming the possibility of every path.
On this day, Master Yin Yang led Xue Tu into the castle tower.
Zhang Ruochen was standing under a stone wall.
On the wall, there is a painting.
The painting, carved on a jade slab, consists of fifty-five dots in black and white.
Zhang Ruochen was as quiet as a stone sculpture, his pupils shrank, and his spirit, consciousness, soul, and five senses seemed to be completely separated from his body, merging with the scroll in his field of vision.
Xuetu looked at the painting on the jade slab and didn't feel there was anything magical about it.
However, the two of them saw that Zhang Ruochen was studying, so they did not disturb him and consciously stood aside and watched quietly.
After a while.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were full of dazzling energy, he took a deep breath and said: "Wonderful, mysterious, really amazing!"
For a painting to be so praised by a god, Master Yin Yang was confused and couldn't help but look at it carefully.
Zhang Ruochen looked at him and said, "Does Master know the origin of this painting?"
Master Yin Yang shook his head slightly and said: "Since the first day I entered the castle tower, this painting has been inlaid here, and few people have paid so much attention to it. God, what mystery did you see?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "Can I borrow it for a while?"
"I'm afraid not! Fengtian only allows the deity to enter the castle tower for viewing, but the collection inside cannot be taken out." Master Yin Yang said.
Xuetu said: "Can I lend it out?"
Master Yin Yang's eyes became much more severe, and he stared at him, all warnings being silent.
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "Xuetu, why did you come to the castle tower?"
"Master asked me to urge you, don't forget the business at the Tianming Division Divine Prison." Xue Tu spread his hands helplessly.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Then you go back and tell Fengtian that I want to borrow a painting. If I borrow it, I will go to the Divine Prison of Tianming Division immediately."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Xue Tu said this, but did not leave. Instead, he looked straight at Master Yin Yang.
It seems to be saying, "If you don't agree, I will report it to Master!"
Master Yin Yang smiled bitterly and said: "That's all, you can take this painting away! But the painting cannot leave the Destiny Mountain. It must be returned within a thousand years."
"It doesn't take a thousand years. With the talent and understanding of God Ruochen, it takes half a year... ahem, nine hundred years to fully understand it!"
Xue Tu took out his dagger, inserted it into the wall, and started digging.
…
After walking out of the Tianyun Division, Xue Tu asked: "Senior Brother, the Tianyun Division is very difficult to deal with you!"
"Did you see it?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Xuetu said: "Without the instruction from above, how could the Yin Yang Divine Master, a great god, have the courage to go against you, an unparalleled god? However, you are the master's man, even if the Tianyun Secretary is not happy with you,
I can only endure it."
The ancient mythical beast that Xue Tu got from who knows where, sitting outside Tianyun Department, was tearing up a purple bamboo and chewing it. It had excellent teeth and was eating happily.
The black and white body is furry and round like a ball.
"gone!"
Xuetu kicked the bamboo out of his hand and said, "Senior brother, please!"
Carrying Zhang Ruochen and Xuetu, he flew towards the Tianming Division.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Where have you been during this time?"
"According to the master's order, we will intimidate those ancient strong men."
Xuetu's eyes were stern, and his body exuded the majesty of "all the mountains and rivers are at his feet."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Speak carefully."
Xue Tu chuckled: "He is mainly responsible for spreading rumors... No, he is responsible for publicizing the miserable fate of those ancient powerful men. For example, Xiantian who took his body and transformed into the Master of Master Wisdom, Gu Xin, the Ancient Demon God, and the legendary
Half-ancestral tellurium.”
"Tell the world that these ancient powerful men are just the returned souls and pose no threat. Moreover, they have no power to resist in the face of the current world. They are just like prey. They are extremely miserable."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Emperor Fengdu has been exiled for a long time, and ancient powerful men appear frequently. The monks of all races in the hell world must have various ideas. Fengtian is trying to stabilize the hearts of the people in the hell world! Her pattern is better than mine.
It’s bigger than expected.”
Zhang Ruochen almost didn't say that she was building momentum for becoming the master of the Temple of Destiny.
It is preached that the strong men of ancient times have no power to resist against the gods of this world.
The heavens, aren’t they Fengtian herself?
Zhang Ruochen said: "If you do this, you will definitely suffer backlash. You will be regarded as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh by all the ancient strong men! Can Fengtian take over all the cause and effect?"
Xuetu lowered his head, not daring to say a word.
How can he, a great god, have the guts to comment on the heavens?
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen understood!
Fengtian was deliberately irritating those ancient powerful men and waiting for those ancient powerful men to come to his door.
Moreover, the lower she demotes those ancient strong men and the more she humiliates them, the more powerful she becomes.
It’s a risky move!
But in Zhang Ruochen's opinion, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages in this round.
Arriving at the Divine Prison of the Heavenly Mandate Division, Zhang Ruochen did not waste any time talking to the Fierce God, but directly put him into the Earth Cauldron and headed towards the Five Realms Heaven.
Obviously, in the past few years, Xuetu had heard a lot of news, and knew that Zhang Ruochen was of great value to Fengtian. He was currently the most popular person around Fengtian, so he naturally didn't have anything to worry about anymore.
Following them to the Five Realms Heaven, Xue Tu thought about it for a long time and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, it is said that the master gave up the starry sky defense line in order to save you?"
"Do you think that's possible?"
"Of course it's impossible."
"Why is it impossible?"
Xue Tu was stunned by the question, and then said in shock: "Is it true?"
"Of course it's fake."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Let's get straight to the point, what's the matter with you following me?"
"I knew I couldn't hide it from my senior brother."
Xue Tu was nervous and said: "The great clan has been slaughtered immeasurably!"
Zhang Ruochen immediately understood and said with a smile: "You are Fengtian's disciple, why are you afraid of being slaughtered by a big clan?"
Xuetu solemnly said: "As long as the leader of the clan doesn't kill me, Master will never stand up for me. Senior brother, you know me. There is no way that a person as magnanimous as me can be a member of the organization."
"If you were a member of the Measurement Organization, Fengtian would have sent you on your way long ago!" Zhang Ruochen said.
"Yes! But the big clan leader may not be unreasonable...I'm not saying that the big clan boss is unreasonable, but what should I do if the big clan boss gets angry with me? After all, my father's incident caused heavy losses to the Xuejue family."
Zhang Ruochen thought for a while and said, "You're just wasting my time for such a small thing? Don't worry, grandpa, I will intercede for you. There is a right to blame, and there is a debtor. But you have to show your attitude!"
"Understood! Give me a gift! I will also take care of it from the Blood Queen Master! Senior brother, please accept the blood slaughter and pay homage."
Xue Tu bowed and saluted, then turned and left.
"Wait a minute."
Zhang Ruochen took out a five-color Taizhen level Heaven-reaching Divine Pill and threw it to Xue Tu.
Xue Tu naturally knew about Zhang Ruochen's refining of the divine elixir, but he had never been embarrassed to speak. When he saw Zhang Ruochen taking the initiative to give it to him, he was immediately moved from the bottom of his heart and was speechless for a moment.
Zhang Ruochen saw that he was about to bow again and said: "No need to bow, just send these two pills to the Great Tribulation Palace for me. Remember, this pill is very powerful and should not be taken directly unless you are a great god."
"Senior brother, don't worry. From now on, I will handle all the big and small things in Xuetu's hands. I will definitely handle them beautifully."
Xuetu took the wooden box containing two heaven-reaching pills and happily headed towards the Great Tribulation Palace.
Zhang Ruochen took out the jade slab and held it in both hands, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.
This picture is by no means simple. He had just glimpsed it for the first time, and his whole body fell into it, as if he had entered another universe.
In that universe, there is also an endless starry sky. Each star moves according to a certain law, and the changes in the heaven and earth are all within it.
From this picture, Zhang Ruochen saw a certain possibility of the evolution of the four images.
On the picture, there are fifty-five points in total. The white points can be regarded as yang, and the black points can be regarded as yin.
The yang numbers add up to twenty-five, and the yin numbers add up to thirty.
Arranged according to the five directions of east, south, west, north and center, and corresponding to the numbers of the five elements, it can be said to be an ingenious and mysterious work.
The five elements are the five directions, and the five directions correspond to heaven and earth.
It seems that it is evolving the Five Elements and Five Directions, but in fact it is evolving the world of self.
In comparison, the four images are only external, without the inner self. In practice, what is ultimately cultivated is the self. If the self is not strong enough, why should we surround ourselves with the four images?
"There are 16 common clans, and they live in the north because of water."
"Twenty-seven are on the same path, and they live in the south for the fire."
"Three and eight are friends, and the trees are in the east."
"Four and nine are friends, and gold is in the west."
"Fifty people are on the same journey, and they live in the middle."
These five formulas automatically appeared in Zhang Ruochen's mind.
At this time, another voice sounded: "The number of Dayan is fifty, the number of heaven and earth is fifty-five, this is the "River Map"!"
"who?"
Zhang Ruochen woke up from his dream and looked around, but saw no one.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the sound I just heard was coming from the picture, or whether it was being narrated by an outsider.
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and thought carefully, but he couldn't remember whether the voice just now was male or female.
"Feelings come from the heart, and the truth is unconfused."
Zhang Ruochen emptied his heart and only used his intuition to control himself. He rummaged around on his body and finally held a painting in his hands.
Opening the painting, the woman in the painting is wearing a light blue dress, with a butterfly-shaped vermilion flower between her eyebrows. She is lifelike, wonderful, and as beautiful as a fairy.
It was the one given to him by Mr. Stone Axe.
The Shiji Empress in the picture seems to be able to walk out of the paper. She is smart and elegant, and also has a majestic momentum that threatens ancient and modern people and tramples all living beings under her feet.
Zhang Ruochen laughed: "It seems that in my subconscious, I am still worried that Empress Shi Ji is hiding somewhere in me."
Suddenly, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his scalp began to feel numb as he thought of a possibility.
There is no doubt about the mental strength of the Xinghai fisherman. He has personally investigated it and there can be no problem.
But the question is, is there a possibility that the Xinghai fishermen reached some kind of agreement with Empress Shiji when they were investigating him? Was he kept in the dark?