The blue luan bird of Nuwa's house in the prehistoric Chapter 673: After learning the wonderful method and returning to the mountain, the Demon King comes to try it out
Chapter 673: After learning the wonderful method and returning to the mountain, the Demon King comes to try it out
"Mingyu, what do you think about this?"
Several saints in the temple turned around and kicked the ball to Mingyu again.
Mingyu smiled slightly: "Master, don't you want to give me some advice?"
He looked at Lao Tzu who closed his eyes and was in a daze.
"What advice can the veteran have?"
"Ah, what you said is wrong, uncle." Mingyu felt a headache when he saw me who was not bothered by anything.
This great uncle's behavior was based on the principle of "not daring to be the first for the world" and letting things take their own course. However, every time he looked back, he always stood tall.
He won't worry if I don't know everything.
"You have always been the acting head of Xuanmen. If you don't say anything about this matter, how can we dare to do anything without permission?" Mingyu insisted.
After hearing this, I was slightly surprised. Mingyu has always been the first to do things. Why is he so humble today?
Could it be that the big devil has changed his character?
As soon as this thought came up in my mind, I suppressed it.
He glanced at Mingyu, if the Great Demon King was a reformed child, would he still be the Great Demon King?
It must be that the big devil has another plan!
I had some concerns in my mind, so I decided to be on guard against this nephew who was good at causing trouble.
He laughed and said: "After the three supreme beings, the Confucian sect is on the rise. Since Buddhism is going to be spread eastward, it is something that you, the leader of the Confucian sect, should worry about."
"Oh? Uncle Master, you mean to leave this matter to me?" Mingyu's lips curled up slightly. After the return of the three supreme beings, the Confucian sect was in full swing, but what about the Taoist sect?
Or what about preaching?
Before the spread of Buddhism to the East, the gap was quite long.
The great uncle is definitely hiding something and is unwilling to reveal it.
Mingyu's smile made my heart skip a beat.
He calculated over and over again and didn't think there would be any big problems with his next arrangements, but Mingyu smiled weirdly, which made him feel a little nervous for a while.
I looked at Mingyu's face suspiciously, and then a thought flashed through his mind, so he added calmly: "If my nephew has any arrangements, he can say hello to the old Taoist."
"Then if my uncle has other arrangements, you have to explain them to me." The smile on Mingyu's face became even wider.
I narrowed my eyes slightly. Sure enough, part of my plan should have been noticed by Mingyu.
While feeling relieved, I also decided to fight Mingyu.
Having been on the other side for so long, it is rare for me to be so elegant.
He stroked his beard and smiled: "So, has it been agreed?"
"we have a deal."
"It's a deal?"
“It’s a deal!”
The old man and the young man were doing Tai Chi back and forth, and it could be said that there was something in their words and a needle hidden in the fabric, which the onlookers, the Tianzun leader and Fuxi Nuwa, watched with great interest.
"When eldest brother meets Mingyu, he meets his opponent." Leader Tongtian was secretly happy.
On weekdays, I behave indifferently, acting calmly and moisturizing things without making a sound, but when I meet him, I feel very frightened.
Only the Great Demon King can fight with him.
There was a faint smile on Nuwa's lips, and her eyes were like reflections of the stars. She looked back and forth between me and Mingyu, feeling that their temperaments were becoming more and more similar.
One is an old fox and the other is a young fox.
"If you don't know, you should think that you two are master and disciple!" Nuwa shook her head and laughed.
Patriarch Bodhi was smiling from beginning to end, and seemed not to be affected by the confrontation between Laozi and Mingyu.
Anyway, in his eyes, the current Great Demon King and the Taiqing Sage can be completely equated.
If the two of you are willing to go through the trouble, just go ahead and do it.
Just don't disrupt your westward journey plan.
The old man and the young man communicated for a while.
"A divine man once..."
Mingyu raised his eyebrows.
Lao Tzu replied: "Confucianism is in the front, Taoism is in the back."
"also."
Mingyu nodded.
He deliberately avoided the time when Taoism originated, intending to surprise the great uncle here.
So, Mingyu said: "According to my deduction, there will be chaos after the Shenhan."
I felt happy in my heart: "What a coincidence, the veteran's deduction is also the same."
"Who will save the world?" Mingyu asked again.
"Shengtang!"
This time, Sanqing spoke at the same time, decisively.
Mingyu twitched the corners of his mouth, "Okay, you three brothers from the Li family can go and play by yourself."
"Since the Holy Tang Dynasty?"
"I am his ancestor."
Bodhi, who was sitting quietly beside him, lost no time in speaking up: "Is it okay for Shengtang to teach the Dharma?"
"Yes!" Mingyu and I nodded tacitly.
The two were about to deduce it again, when Fuxi suddenly pushed a handful of Mingyu and said: "That's it, that's it."
"good!"
Mingyu stopped.
I raised my eyes and looked at Fuxi's face.
Fuxi's expression did not change: "This time I will only talk about the journey to the West."
"Can."
So I gave up.
The saints looked at Fuxi curiously, wondering why he had such a big reaction just now.
"Could it be related to the Great Demon King?"
Tianzun, the leader, and Bodhi all glanced at Mingyu. They could not restrain their curiosity and began to deduce the timeline of Journey to the West.
But after the Shengtang that was just decided, even they couldn't see the future clearly.
"this……"
The Three Saints looked at the three heads of Fengqishan and saw Nuwa looking at her with a smile. They felt awe-struck and decisively gave up the investigation.
"That's it."
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But it is said that Patriarch Bodhi was discussing the matter of traveling to the West and teaching Wukong at the same time.
Spring passed and autumn came, and three more years passed.
One night, the moon was bright and clear, the dew was cold, and the eight poles were dust-free.
The flying fireflies streamed towards a shadow, passing through the deep forest path and straight into the back hall.
The door was ajar, and Wukong walked straight in.
I saw the founder curled up and fell asleep.
He skillfully sat cross-legged in front of the couch in silence.
Not long after, the Patriarch woke up, stretched out his legs, and chanted to himself:
"It's difficult! It's difficult! It's difficult! The way is the most mysterious. Don't take the golden elixir for granted."
If you don't meet a wise person to tell you the secret, your mouth will be tired and your tongue will be dry with empty words!"
"Wukong, where did we talk last time?" Patriarch Bodhi stretched his body and then looked at the figure in front of the couch.
Wukong replied: "Master said before: Since ancient times, the way of heaven has been perfected. Practitioners have been exposed to the worries of three disasters, the trials of heavenly tribulations, and the barriers of heavenly demons testing the way."
"good."
Patriarch Bodhi nodded: "Seeking the Tao is difficult. You need to cultivate your own body and not be afraid of all dangers. Only then can you realize the Tao on the other side."
"Today I will teach you this method of practice."
The Patriarch waved his hand, and the two glazed lamps in the hall showed round light and shone brightly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wukong raised his eyes and looked, and saw thousands of runes in the round light, and the Taoism was so vast that his eyes glowed with gold.
The Patriarch then asked: "I have an ordinary Tiangang number, which should be thirty-six ways; I have an ordinary earth evil number, which should be seventy-two ways."
"Which category would you like to study?"
Wukong looked around and took off both glazed lamps without thinking.
"With my disciple's talent and my master's teachings, of course it would be best for both Tiangang and Disha to learn from them."
"Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that the Dharma has been buried?"
The Patriarch laughed loudly: "You monkey, you are really greedy."
The One Hundred and Eight True Dharma, all the great Luo Immortals could not ask for, so the Patriarch smiled and cursed, and then passed on all the secrets.
In this way, master and disciple get along well with each other and teach each other.
Suddenly one day, Patriarch Bodhi and Wukong were watching the evening scene in front of Sanxing Cave.
The Patriarch looked at the setting sun and said, "Wukong, how many years have you been my disciple?"
"There are no years in the mountains, and my disciples cannot remember them." Wukong replied. He was wearing a Taoist robe, standing quietly on the top of the mountain, letting the evening wind blow through his sleeves, with an indescribable sense of carefreeness.
"Can't remember?" the Patriarch murmured, "That's fine, that's fine."
"You go ahead."
"yes."
Hearing this, Wukong turned around and walked towards Sanxing Cave.
"Where you come from, there you go."
Wukong's back froze.
He pretended not to hear and walked back to Sanxing Cave.
But as he walked, the familiar covered bridges and palaces did not appear in front of him.
Wukong suddenly turned around, but there was nowhere to see the figure of the Patriarch.
"Master?"
He called softly, but no one answered.
The entire Sanxing Cave and Fangcun Mountain disappeared from Wukong's sight.
It's as if everything never existed.
In a daze, Wukong returned to a mountain wilderness.
"Watching chess players playing bad, cutting down trees, walking slowly at the valley entrance by the clouds, selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The sky is long and the autumn is high, I pillow my head on the pine roots against the moon, and I sleep at dawn..."
The melodious singing of the woodcutter came from afar.
"Watching a bad chess game, I woke up at dawn..."
Looking at the rising sun, Wukong smiled.
He stretched out his hands and rubbed the sunshine on his face into pieces of gold.
After bowing deeply to heaven and earth, Wukong turned back to the east.
"Go!"
The waves of the East China Sea are waiting for him.
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Demonic world.
A figure appeared in front of the Tianmen.
I saw that he was wearing a black gold helmet, reflecting the bright sun, and a soap robe hanging on his body, fluttering in the wind. He was wearing black iron armor and tight leather straps, and he was wearing flower pleated boots, making him look as majestic as a general.
"Your Excellency, have you received another mission?"
The demon general guarding Tianmen saw the visitor with a smile on his face.
"Um."
The Demon King of Hunshi raised the deficit jade book in his hand and said: "According to His Majesty's decree, the lower realm is for a new person to try out."