Chapter 551 Ten years have passed and everything is turbulent
The practitioners who came here did not find any strange treasures.
"It's him!"
Everyone was very surprised when they saw Lu Nanxian sitting on the top of the mountain.
"Lu Nanxian from the Confucian sect, isn't he already dead? Why is he here?"
Confucianism did not hide the news that Lu Nanxian had become a cripple, and it was known to everyone. Therefore, at this moment, seeing Lu Nanxian sitting down and enlightening the Tao, attracting auspicious clouds from the Dao, he was extremely surprised.
"Anyone who realizes the Tao will have to recreate the scene of the past again?"
Hundreds of years ago, Lu Nanxian understood the Confucian classics in a small town and embarked on the path of spiritual practice. In one thought, he transcended the realm of innateness and directly possessed the cultivation of the golden elixir.
As soon as this incident came out, the whole world was shocked. Many old guys opened their eyes in shock and sighed, "Proud of God."
"No way!"
Now, Lu Nanxian is afraid that he will do it again.
The auspicious clouds of the avenue cover Qidao Mountain, and no one else can approach it.
Nangong Ge was hidden among the crowd, covering up his aura. He was unremarkable and did not attract anyone's attention.
A few days later, Lu Nanxian slowly stood up, and the light came from the nine heavens and fell on him, like a dazzling cloud.
There are fluctuations in the cultivation aura on the body, which rises rapidly.
In just a few hours, it has reached the peak of integration.
There is only one step left to reach the end of the tribulation!
After reading the Confucian classics, I realized the Tao in three years and understood it thoroughly.
Transform into a dragon now and come to the nine heavens again.
Lu Nanxian once again stood at the center of the world stage.
The monks who witnessed Lu Nanxian reach the peak of integration with his own eyes were shocked and couldn't believe it.
Among the crowd, there were people of Confucianism and Taoism, who knew very well how terrifying the potential of Lu Nanxian, who had entered Taoism twice as a mortal, was. This incident would spread to all parts of the world at an extremely fast speed, causing a sensation.
Within the Confucian sect, there will be huge waves rolling into the sky. Whether it is high-level officials or ordinary Confucian students, the name "Lun Nanxian" will be deeply engraved on their souls and indelible.
After entering Taoism, Lu Nanxian did not leave. He still sat on the top of Qidao Mountain and tried to write down the Confucian characters on the stone tablet in his own way.
Because the writings left by the ancient Confucian scholars were extraordinary, it took Lu Nanxian a long time to write a single word.
If you persevere, you will be able to complete it one day.
Many powerful people came to look for him, hoping to form a good relationship with Lu Nanxian.
Lu Nanxian turned a deaf ear to this and ignored it at all.
Even if the top officials of the Confucian sect came, they would still ignore it.
"Let's go. See you again if we have a chance."
A sound transmission from Nangong Ge fell into Lu Nanxian's ears.
After hearing the farewell words, Lu Nanxian put down the movement of writing, stood up immediately, tidied up his appearance. Then, he bowed deeply in the distance, with words of gratitude hidden in his heart.
"Mr. Lu, who are you saluting?"
The monks looked into the distance, but saw no figure, and were puzzled.
The prince is gone and his destination is unknown.
Time flies by like a fleeting moment and will never come back.
Another seven years have passed, and the competition in the new era has intensified.
Counting the time, Chen Qingyuan has been in the old land for more than ten years.
The outside world is very lively, and fighting continues everywhere.
For example, Chang Ziqiu was practicing in Beihuang and was attacked and killed by the Changsheng Daomen. The reason was that Chang Ziqiu wounded the saint son of the Changsheng Daomen in full view of the public.
Chang Ziqiu went through many twists and turns and escaped with a broken arm.
Later, a certain sword master could not stand the behavior of the Chang Sheng Dao Sect. He blocked the door with his sword and defeated thirteen Mahayana monks in a row, making it clear that he wanted to protect Chang Ziqiu.
In the end, everyone took a step back and the matter settled.
There is another matter. Feng Ye, the eldest grandson of Beihuang Piaomiao Palace, stepped into the ancient area of Dizhou and unexpectedly received the inheritance of quasi-emperor Qiyou.
A jade slip inherited from the quasi-emperor Qiyou, and a guqin.
The strong men had been fighting for ten years, fearlessly looking for opportunities in the quasi-emperor's tomb. They never thought that a junior would take away their destiny, so they became furious and took action regardless of face, trying to rob it.
The ancestors of Piaomiao Palace have been guarding the road secretly. With their first-time cultivation at Shenqiao, they drove away most of the Xiao Xiaos and immediately left the imperial state with their eldest grandson Fengye, not daring to delay for a moment.
I heard that Patriarch Piaomiao and his eldest grandson Fengye were intercepted and killed on their way back. Patriarch Piaomiao risked his life and sacrificed the ancestral treasure. He was seriously injured and managed to escape.
When troubled times come, the old things hiding in the darkness begin to appear.
Even if the eldest son Fengye fled back to the Northern Wilderness, there were still terrifying beings chasing him and refused to give up.
At the critical moment, Dean Daoyi took action.
"roll!"
With a wave of his palm in the air, he knocked a strong man with three steps from the divine bridge out of the northern wasteland, intimidating the world.
With the dean's intervention, those guys from Dizhou quickly put away their evil thoughts and did not dare to pursue them again.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for coming to the rescue."
Patriarch Piao Miao bowed with his fists clasped towards the location of Daoyi Academy. His clothes were stained with blood, his wounds were hideous, and his breath was disordered.
The dean didn't reply, looking aloof.
"Ancestor, who helped?"
Changsun Fengye was well protected and had no injuries on his body, but his face was slightly pale.
"The dean of Daoyi Academy."
The ancestor replied.
Changsun Fengye looked surprised and remembered this favor.
At this time, another place.
In Dongtu Buddhism, a shocking storm is about to break out.
A high-level person within the Buddhist sect took advantage of the old monk's retreat to find evidence that the Buddha was related to the You clan and exposed it.
As a result, the story that the Buddha broke the sexual precept and gave birth to a child spread wildly from all walks of life.
There is a powerful work of the demons in this. There was no commotion in the past because the evidence was insufficient and no one would believe it if it were reported. Now that the time is ripe, it is natural to publicize it and ruin the reputation of Buddhism.
A certain eminent monk in Buddhism was controlled by the demons at some point. He has been lurking until now and dealt a painful blow to Buddhism.
"impossible!"
"The Buddha of Dongtu gave birth to a child with the princess of You tribe. It's extremely ridiculous!"
"Someone has given evidence, and it seems to be true. If this is confirmed, the reputation that Buddhism has accumulated for countless years will be destroyed in one day."
"It's really interesting that a Buddhist disciple who has high hopes in Buddhism actually broke the sexual precept."
For a time, the heavens were shaken, and forces from all walks of life were adding insult to injury.
Buddhism is at the core of the great storm, and the pace of promoting Buddhism has been forced to a halt.
Those hostile forces who have a grudge against Buddhism add fuel to their jealousy and spread the word.
What's more, it is said that Buddhism has colluded with the You clan.
In short, the current situation of Buddhism is very difficult. It is a great disaster that affects the future destiny of Buddhism.
There are turbulent storms and there is no place of peace.
Chen Qingyuan, who is deep in the old land, is completely unaware of the situation outside.
Ten years of conquest, fighting hundreds of powerful enemies, and creating a reincarnation fighting body, the only one in eternity.
His cultivation has increased and he has reached the peak of the Fusion Realm.
On this day, Chen Qingyuan pushed aside the red mist in front of him and saw a familiar place.
"are you back?"
A familiar place, not very far from Qingzong. Chen Qingyuan's cold face showed a bit of strange emotional fluctuations, the chill in his body gradually subsided, and his eyes became clear.