There are only a few disciples of Chan Cult, but their reputation in the world is not inferior to that of Jie Cult.
There are only a handful of saints in the world, and there are three Taoists. Two of them are teaching. Even if they don't accept disciples, they are still the first-class Taoists in the world.
As the great master of teaching, Lao Tzu has always lived in seclusion, and few people can see his true face.
This was not the case with Yun Zhongzi. He had been setting fire to the Bajing Palace for decades and could see the saint every day.
Well, he sat on the futon and took a nap every day, and he didn't wake up for three to five years.
"Uncle, the disciple is back!"
Yun Zhongzi bowed his head respectfully.
I sat quietly on the futon, with my eyes slightly closed and my breathing long.
"Master has been wandering in heaven for three years. He will wake up in a few days."
Master Xuandu slowly waved his cattail leaf fan. He stared at the fire in the furnace, concentrating on it and not even raising his head.
Who knows, what is being refined in the Bagua furnace is the Nine Turns Golden Elixir, but if the teacher takes a nap and the boy wanders off, who will light the fire if he doesn’t step up?
"I haven't seen you for many years, and my senior brother has become more and more diligent in his practice."
Yun Zhongzi straightened up and slowly came to the Bagua stove.
"You spent three hundred years rebuilding the pavilion, and now it has been destroyed and rebuilt. It is truly a blessing.
Pindao has been wasting his time in the realm of Daluo for many years, but his fire-burning skills have improved a lot..."
Archmage Xuandu smiled slightly, but still did not raise his head.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn were playing with the flying swords with great interest, turning into two streams of light, one green and one purple, chasing each other.
Well, it can be seen that these two children have been fishing a lot these years.
How come the Purple Gold Gourd keeps disappearing, why does the Bagua furnace keep emptying out, and behind all this, is it the distortion of morality or the decline of human nature...
If we trace it back to its origins, everything begins when a certain deity of great merit came to the Bajing Palace.
Yun Zhongzi pretended not to understand the implication of Master Xuandu's words. He folded his sleeves with his hands and continued to watch the fun.
"What a big dream, I've been sleeping soundly for three years without realizing it."
I opened my eyes and slowly woke up.
Jinjiao and Yinjiao were shocked and hurriedly took back the flying sword and almost stuffed it into their crotch.
Yun Zhongzi was overjoyed when he saw this. He immediately took two steps forward and bowed his head.
"Uncle, the disciple is back!"
He had practiced Taoism here for many years, and not only learned the art of alchemy and weapon refining, but also the Eight Views Palace method.
"Hey, you didn't practice Taoism in Zhongnan Mountain, why did you come to Xuandu Cave?"
I looked around and finally discovered the incongruity.
"If my master hadn't ordered me to go back to the mountain to refine my sword, and then enter the palace to slay demons, my disciple would probably still be practicing in the Eight Views Palace at this moment. How could I be entangled with these causes and effects?"
Yun Zhongzi did not answer directly, but complained tactfully.
He has dealt with all three Taoist saints and is well versed in their secrets. As long as he mentions the other two in front of one of them, it often has miraculous effects.
I didn't say a word, just looked at him with a smile.
Yun Zhongzi sighed helplessly, well, sometimes this trick doesn't work.
I sat cross-legged on the couch and gently tapped out with one finger.
The flying sword with gold and silver horns came out instantly and turned into two streams of purple and green light.
"Master, I realized I was wrong!"×2
The boy with the golden horn took the lead, and the boy with the silver horn followed. They both knelt down, their movements were crisp and very familiar.
I lightly flicked my fingers and struck the two flying swords, letting out bursts of clear moans.
"Your weapon refining skills have made some progress."
With a thought in my mind, the purple and green swords returned the same way.
The golden-horned boy stood up quickly and hurriedly put away the purple sword.
The silver-horned boy raised his eyelids but still didn't dare to get up.
"This is not the result of my disciples, it is all due to my uncle's extraordinary powers."
Yun Zhongzi nodded again, his expression becoming more respectful.
There are two saints in Chanjiao, one is his teacher and the other is also his teacher.
"What's the important thing for you to come to Bajing Palace this time?"
I gently flicked my sleeves and sent the two boys out of the cave.
If these two little ancestors knew that the catastrophe was coming, they would definitely go down the mountain to practice.
"Uncle, you know me. I have always been a loyal disciple. How dare I trouble you?
I returned to the palace this time just because I wanted to revisit my old place to relieve my worries as a wanderer."
Yun Zhongzi nodded slightly, not being ungrateful.
Master Xuandu is still burning the fire and has never slacked off at all.
Maybe these are two different expressions of loyalty.
"If I hadn't known you for many years, I would have been deceived by your innocent appearance.
You've always been a master who doesn't let go of eagles when you see rabbits. If you don't have anything important to do, how can you have time to see the old Taoist?"
I stroked my beard gently, with a smile on my face and eyes, and my expression was no different from that of a secular elder. There was no sign of a saint at all.
"Master, what are you talking about? Since I left the Bajing Palace, my disciple has been thinking about it day and night, wishing that he could not..."
Yun Zhongzi frowned slightly, his expression extremely sincere.
"Tell me straight, which treasure do you want to borrow this time?"
I smiled and shook my head. With a thought in my mind, I took out two treasures.
I saw a large gourd hanging in the air, with a faint purple-gold luster, and a yin and yang scroll hanging on the top, implying the mystery of the great road.
"Uncle, you are really good at judging people!"
Yun Zhongzi grinned, he simply stopped pretending.
"The great calamity is coming, and the two sects of Chanjie cannot stay out of it. Now that there is cause and effect, it is better to end it as soon as possible.
Jiejiao Sanxiao wants to set up a nine-bend formation of the Yellow River. This formation is so extraordinary that even the Daluo gods cannot break it.
You have never had such a misfortune in your life, but today the numbers have changed, and no one knows what kind of misfortunes may arise."
After I finished speaking, endless visions appeared in the Eight Scenery Palace, which showed the scene of the beginning of chaos and the wonderful movement of the stars in the sky.
I saw the yin and yang scroll slowly flying out, shining brightly, illuminating the Purple Mansion in Xuandu City, which was quite extraordinary.
This is the treasure of chaos that can be compared with Pangu Flag - Tai Chi Diagram.
"Thank you so much, uncle, for the treasure!"
Yun Zhongzi bowed slightly and took the treasure with both hands.
"Let's try to see if we can break the Yellow River Formation. If it really can't be broken, I'll try it myself."
As soon as I thought about it, all the visions disappeared.
Everyone in the world knows that saints are free from disasters and catastrophes, and are immortal and immortal, but there is always the way of heaven pressing on them.
The leader of Jiejiao Tongtian wanted to go against heaven, and the saint of Chanjiao also wanted to compete with heaven.
I don't expect the Chan Cult disciples to be able to break through the Nine Curves of the Yellow River Formation, but it would be good if some changes can occur.
"I will obey my uncle's decree."
Yun Zhongzi thought for a moment, realized the implication, and nodded again.
I nodded, gently waved my sleeves, took the gold and silver horns back to the cave, and sent a certain Immortal of Fortune away from the Xuandu Cave.
"There are variables in the rise and fall of Buddhism and Taoism, but I don't know how far you can go?"
I murmured softly, my eyes unclear.
The Golden Horn Boy looked around, but could no longer find the familiar figure, let alone listen to the story.
The Silver-Horned Boy didn't care, he just drew out his cyan flying sword and flew away with a cold light, like snow and frost.
Master Xuandu was still diligent and fanning the wind unhurriedly.