Not only people from the demon tribe moved in, but people from the demon tribe also came to join in the fun.
Three have already been accepted, and the last one is not far away, so Zhang Guangyao happily agreed to the demon clan's request to live in Liujia Village.
"Oh, you are much luckier than me."
In the tile-roofed house that was destroyed by Demon Ancestor and rebuilt again, Demon Ancestor Mo Yuan and Demon Ancestor Zhuang Xi sat across from each other, drinking dull wine.
Mo Yuan held the wine glass and said with a bitter look on his face: "At least you got a golden immortal realm demon elixir, many immortal level cultivation resources and magic weapons, and even got a promise from the young master of the demon clan. As for me, I just
I got a cultivation technique, a technique that can only be cultivated to the realm of golden immortal. Alas——!"
He sighed deeply, his voice full of unwillingness, anger, and deep regret.
I regret that I lost my mind and chose to seek refuge with the demons.
How can the demons be easy to deal with? I am a demon and I know it better than anyone else.
He deserves to end up like this.
He hated himself in his heart.
"No matter how many things there are, they can't compare to the power of Taichu and Yuanshi, let alone the power of Taichu and Yuanshi that has been promoted to the Hunyuan realm. Sigh——"
Zhuang Xi also regretted his mistake.
The two of them sighed while drinking, feeling sympathy for each other.
"It's all Blame on the Bald Donkey Monk. If we hadn't listened to what he said, we wouldn't have been so obsessed with it that we would have gone astray! Damn the Monk, sooner or later his original power would have been taken away!"
Mo Yuan suddenly yelled and cursed.
"That's right, the bald donkey deserves to die!"
Zhuang Xi nodded his head and breathed out from the same nostril as Mo Yuan.
That day in the sky over the Tiandao River, Buddha couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the people from Xitian Lingshan. He told the Demon Ancestors that he had finally found his disciples and was ready to join Lingshan to practice the orthodox inheritance of Buddhism. He also said that he, a Buddhist disciple, followed Zhang Xiaozu every day.
Behind the Taoist disciples, there are good things to say and bad things to say.
After hearing this, the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor felt that it made sense.
I thought that everyone in the world knew that the disciples were responsible for subduing demons and demons, and they followed Zhang Xiaozu all day long. Those who knew were fine, but those who didn't knew thought they were demons that Zhang Xiaozu had subdued, which is hard to say.
Moreover, the orthodox inheritance of cultivating immortals from demons and demons is indeed deeply tempting to them.
After careful consideration, they finally decided to join the ancient forces.
It's not that I betrayed Zhang Xiaopou, I just want to pursue a better future. We will still be good friends when we meet in the future.
But what they didn't expect was that the relationship between Zhang Xiaozu and the four ancient forces deteriorated sharply.
What makes them even more unexpected is that their step is not a step towards a bright future, but a step into an abyss.
I really regret it.
I can't help but envy the Death God and the Duobao God, who are practicing peacefully beside Zhang Xiaozu.
"We don't know the blessings when we are in the midst of blessings. It's people like us, hehe...hehe..."
Mo Yuan held the wine glass and sneered at himself.
Compared to what happened to the two of them, Buddha was much luckier, as no one robbed him of his original power.
It was just a question from Jialuo that put him in a dilemma.
"I have heard some things about Zhang Dayong. It is difficult to judge whether they are true or not. I heard that you are familiar with him and know many things that others do not know. Can you tell me about it? So that I can judge.
It’s true or false.”
It sounds like ordinary chatting, but in fact it is anything but.
He did not specifically say what he had heard about Zhang Xiaozu, but asked the Buddha to tell it. The implication was that he asked the Buddha to tell all the secrets he knew about Zhang Xiaozu.
Finally, he said that to judge the truth and falsehood, it is unclear whether the things heard are true or false based on what the Buddha said, or whether it is true or false based on the things heard and compared with what the Buddha said.
"Zhang Xiaozu was originally just an ordinary member of the countless cultivators in Jiuzhou Continent. However, by chance, he obtained the Taoist Ancestor. Oh no, it was the golden body left by a Taoist master in Jiuzhou Continent..."
The Buddha was silent for a long time and finally made a decision.
He chose to be loyal to Buddhism.
After Jialuo listened to the Buddha's story, the part about the ancient tree was the same as the information he had received, but he still couldn't believe it. He confirmed and asked: "There is really an ancient tree in his body that is bigger than the Kyushu continent? That ancient tree
Does it contain principles that are stronger than the force of the original chaotic world?"
"It's absolutely true, my disciple has seen it with his own eyes."
The Buddha nodded affirmatively and said: "The Tao of that ancient tree must be stronger than the original force of the world of chaos. Otherwise, he would not be able to defeat Jiang Shang, who has the original force of the world of chaos, with this ancient tree."
Jialuo lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then suddenly raised his head to look at the Buddha and asked: "Is there a way to get this ancient tree?"
The Buddha looked shocked when he heard this.
If the previous question asked him to betray Zhang Xiaopou, this question asked him to betray Zhang Xiaopou and become Zhang Xiaopou's enemy.
"Do you know why I stayed in Kyushu and did not go to the Star Territory battlefield?"
Fozi suddenly changed the subject and asked.
"Disciple doesn't know." Buddha shook his head and said.
"This Buddha is following the orders of my Buddha, Tathagata, and has deliberately stayed in the Kyushu plane to seize the opportunity to unify the three realms of Kyushu.
The ancient God-conferring War allowed our Western religion to establish its foundation in Xitianling Mountain, and then spread the Taoism throughout the three realms of Kyushu, from the short end of the Heavenly Court to being on an equal footing with the Heavenly Court.
But a new round of the God-conferring catastrophe is about to come again. You have also seen that the two sects of Chanjie, Tianting, the demon clan and the demon clan are all gearing up, trying to seize the opportunity before the God-conferring catastrophe comes.
Naturally, our Lingshan Mountain cannot fall.
We must know that the catastrophe is ruthless, and whoever falls behind will be eliminated, the mountain gate will collapse, and the orthodoxy will be extinct.
As Buddhist disciples, it is our duty to carry forward the Taoism.
Do you understand?"
Jialuo stared into the Buddha's eyes seriously.
"Disciple understands."
Buddha nodded solemnly.
Being told the ancient secrets by the Buddha made him feel respected and entrusted with important responsibilities. He felt that his shoulders suddenly became extremely heavy. They were carrying the inheritance of Buddhism and there was no room for failure.
"If you want to get Zhang Xiaopou's ancient tree, I'm afraid there is only one way, which is to rob it, but not by force. He has a weakness -"
Buddha suddenly paused in his words, with a look of struggle and guilt on his face.
Jialuo stared into the Buddha's eyes and said word by word: "The inheritance of Taoism is more important than anything else. We are in a catastrophe and cannot help ourselves. Personal honor and disgrace can only be thrown aside. Let future generations judge whether it is right or wrong."
Buddha nodded, his struggling expression became firm again, and continued: "His weakness is his relatives and friends. If you want to get the ancient tree, you must start from this weakness..."
Half an hour later, the Buddha left Jia Luo's small courtyard. After walking out of the courtyard, his eyes suddenly became hollow and his expression became hazy. It lasted for about three or four breaths before he slowly recovered.
He looked back at the courtyard door and frowned in confusion. He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.
In the room, Jialuo's pupils were shining with golden light, and there was a proud smile on the corner of his mouth.
The Buddha had no idea that the moment he stepped into this room, Jialuo began to use mental control techniques on him. Some of his emotional feedback was amplified hundreds of times by Jialuo, thus making some involuntary decisions.
But those ancient secrets that Buddha told him had been forgotten the moment he stepped out of the hospital.
"When you do bad things, you must first find someone to back you up. Which one is better?"