The celestial beings and yao flowers compete with each other, and the sacred flowers dance in the wind.
In such a vast and peaceful world, a supreme divine tree stands like a tree that opens up the world.
Fairy catkins are falling, myths are intertwined.
The deep wild sacred tree lit up with a golden-red beast pupil.
The golden eyes are bathed in fire, just like the divine fruit blooming in the universe.
"Submit yourself." The golden-eyed phoenix's voice was timeless and timeless, as if it had traveled through time and space from the distant past.
At that time, there was no distinction between gods and immortals, and all kinds of frosts competed for freedom. In the myth, he fluttered his wings, stepped on the air with bare feet, and walked slowly among the golden feathers and flying stars.
Under the tree.
The Taoist stands with his hands behind his back.
Look up at the old trees.
a long time.
He said in a deep voice: "I don't understand."
The shadow of the avenue stood tall and straight, and said loudly: "I have stepped out of the Six Heavens Bodhi Realm, carried the Sutra eastward, held the Three Thousand Jambu Dharma in the abyss of heaven to ward off the Demon King, united the three religions, turned back time, and had a glimpse of the Demon Buddha, otherwise
How long will it take for 'he' to be resurrected, and I will continue to march eastward, conquer the Eastern Wasteland, enter the Demonic Abyss, and level the inside and outside."
"Every step of my plan is solid."
"Even if it's the ancient emperor, Wuliangzun, I don't care."
"Why did we lose because of this person?"
"It seems that this trip is destined to be misfortune."
Jamfu Daoying asked: "I don't understand."
Taoist Feng looked at Yan Fu quietly with his hands behind his back, like a kind old man, and sighed: "You still have a choice."
"When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves."
“Is it because I can’t help myself or because I don’t want to choose?”
"I have no choice." Yanfu Daoying shook his head slightly.
Taoist Feng laughed: "They all say they have no choice, but in fact they have already made their choice."
"It's not that I don't have a choice, it's that I don't want to choose."
"If you don't want to be ordinary, don't want to be a common person, and don't want to let go of things in an ordinary way, what do you mean by letting go? Does it mean letting go as a Buddha or letting go as a Tao?"
"Senior, have you put it down?" Yanfu Daoying asked.
"I haven't given up."
"I made a bet with Buddha because I didn't let go."
Taoist Feng waved his hand, and Xiao Zhu appeared, making a gesture of invitation and saying: "Please."
Yan Fu sat down safely and said calmly: "Senior has not given up yet, why do you want to persuade me to give up?"
"Truth or lie?"
"Truth."
"If you let it go, I will win the bet."
"Where are the lies?"
Taoist Feng did not tell lies.
He is an old monster who survived the Battle of Defeating Heaven. All his children died in the battle, and the remaining disciples and descendants gradually became useless.
If he really wanted to compete, Tianyang Shenzong would not only be able to tie with the Xuanmen sects, but also be on par with the top of the Eastern Wilderness. However, he chose to be 'cowardly' and live like this.
Yan Fu, who didn't get an answer, said firmly: "He may not win."
"Are you scared?"
"Not afraid."
"If you're not afraid, why bother looking for the old way."
Taoist Feng smiled, picked up the tea bowl and said: "I have persuaded him. Actually, I don't want him to get involved in this matter. He is a good friend. No matter whether Dao Xu'er can win or not, I will involve him."
Xu'er will definitely blame me, and as a parent, I don't want this to happen."
"I hope the old man can abide by the agreement."
Yanfu Daoying stood up and held his hands, and after speaking, he walked towards the outside world.
Taoist Feng did not persuade him to stay.
It wasn't until Yan Fu completely disappeared that Yang Sheng Wu came closer.
He bowed and said in salute: "I think he is at the end of his life. As long as we inform Lord Tushan of the news, we will definitely be able to help Yueyan, allowing him to completely refine his Dao Fruit and return to his ancestral bloodline."
"From now on, Tianyang Shenzong should prosper in heaven and earth."
Taoist Feng did not express his position or stop him. Instead, he looked at Yang Shengwu very seriously and asked, "Is it important to unify the world?"
"important!"
Yang Shengwu nodded and continued: "The unification of the world will have a larger dojo and countless resources. Ancestor, your cultivation will also be further improved as the territory expands."
"yes."
"There are so many benefits."
"No wonder even the Buddha is tempted."
Taoist Feng laughed.
The sacred sycamore tree shone brightly, and Taoist Feng transformed into a golden feather that floated down and filled the sky with starlight.
Yang Shengwu cupped his hands and bowed: "Best farewell to my ancestor."
Walk out of the blessed land and go to Shenyang Palace.
A few moments.
Two monks wearing ancient phoenix robes came one after another.
The decrepit old woman, leaning on a cane, sat down and asked, "Has the time come?"
Yang Shengwu nodded slightly and said solemnly: "He came to see the ancestor. I think he must have fear in his heart. As long as Shenzong and Hell join forces, they will definitely be able to help Yueyan swallow the bodhi seed and reversely refine the phoenix blood.
Tracing the ancient lineage."
"The descendants of my clan have a strong bloodline, and Shenyang will be prosperous!"
The old woman said happily: "Without further delay, I will set off for Yintian Underworld immediately."
The old man wearing a robe in his sleeves muttered: "When you get to the underworld, first check his cultivation level. If he is a high-level person, you can tell him about it. If his cultivation level is unsatisfactory, don't tell him. We can wait."
"What do you mean, senior brother?" The old woman was a little surprised.
The old man said dullly: "As long as the gambling game still exists, you will never lose."
Yang Shengwu thought about it and said, "Is it possible that it was Yan Fu's plan?"
"He shouldn't be someone who can't hold back his anger. Even if he expected that he would lose, he wouldn't show his timidity in front of the ancestor."
The old woman thought seriously for a while and said, "I think he will do the opposite."
"Everyone thinks he can hold on, so he will show off his flaws first and let us not act rashly to give him time."
"Without fighting, no one knows what his real background is."
The old man in his sleeves said calmly: "That's why we need to let the underworld know."
"It would be better to be able to facilitate this matter. If not, encourage Yue Yan to make him understand."
"With Yueyan's talent and understanding, he only needs this last step. There is no step, so I will build one for him later."
"Go and do it."
"good."
…
Luodu Mountain.
Underworld.
Danlu Hall.
Tushanjun was sitting on the steps.
His brows were furrowed.
The gourd in his hand smelled of alcohol, but he didn't drink a sip.
Whenever there was a big event, he never drank at all.
Footsteps sounded, and Wu Rong in purple robe approached. Tu Shanjun looked up and asked, "Has it been dealt with?"
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"He has been weighed in the scale of good and evil. I think he should stay for the time being without letting him reincarnate. Maybe he can find out something else." Wu Rong walked to Tu Shanjun and sat down, crossed his hands and continued: "I have sent
Go away and collect information about Jambu, there should be traces of the Pure Land in the West."
"This matter... I don't believe in Buddhism and don't know anything about it." Wu Rong made arrangements.
Tu Shanjun opened the book of life and death, and a phoenix feather appeared.
"This is?!"
"That day I went to see the ancestor of the Tianyang Divine Sect, and he gave it to me, saying that I would know it if I had enough practice."
"Master, you..."
"I have refined the Phoenix Feather just now."
Tu Shanjun recalled the scene of refining the phoenix feather just now.
…
A few days ago.
I listened to Dunyi talk about Jambu, but I still scratched the surface.
Tu Shanjun thought of Phoenix Feather.
So he walked out of Senluo Hall and returned to the alchemy room.
The dossier of life and death unfolds slowly like a divine map of society.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Tu Shanjun's eyes burst out with yin and yang light.
Light up the feathers.
The phoenix feathers commanding the birds to fly out.
Tu Shanjun grabbed it and used the extreme yin and yang divine power to operate. The wheel and millstone behind it seemed to become the core thread of heaven's way.
A few moments.
Phoenix Feather Refining.
Unlike White Tiger’s Ultimate Yang, Phoenix Feather’s is an ancient myth.
Even Tu Shanjun also spent a lot of effort to completely refine it. The phoenix feather that is now condensed is not the same as the original one, but has become a magical power that he has mastered.
Tu Shanjun knew the truth immediately.
This feeling was very strange. No one told him, there were no words or words, and there was no sound transmission or spiritual consciousness. He just knew it so naturally.
Let Tushanjun recall that time when he saw the Yuan Shengming Demon in the blood jade gourd.
No words or even reasoning are needed.
He understood it completely just by putting it there.
"Great magical power!" Tu Shanjun finally determined the realm of Taoist Feng.
…
Wu Rong's eyes were stunned.
He had never seen such a solemn look on his master's face.
Even when he was facing Yuan Tong, the master looked calm.
Even if I have complete thoughts in my heart, I will never express them.
Tu Shanjun is indeed under tremendous pressure. He is not sure whether he can win this battle, what price he will pay if he wins, and what will happen if he loses.
Yuan Tong's battle was a revenge and a battle to establish a government in the underworld. He was somewhat sure of it.
Must fight.
But what about this battle?
This battle is not necessarily necessary.
He can continue to delay.
"I'll mobilize the troops!"
Wu Rong stood up without saying anything else.
Tu Shanjun grabbed Wu Rong and said solemnly: "Buddha and Taoist Feng have a bet."
"What bet?"
"If the Buddha wins, Taoist Feng will leave the mountain and enter the Samana."
"What?!" Wu Rong was shocked, and the steps he had just taken suddenly stopped. He really didn't expect that Yan Fu would be involved in such a big matter.
Tu Shanjun was aware of it at first, but it was not until he refined the Phoenix Feather that he finally understood.
To advance from the west to the east, we need the help of Taoist Feng.
This is the outline of Buddhism.
In other words, Yan Fu’s cause and effect are either big or small.
If Yanfu is defeated, there will be problems with the plan to advance from the west to the east.
Wu Rong sat back on the steps. He really couldn't figure out how the Tianyang Shenzong could make such a big bet.
He has only heard of Senior Yueyan. Can this senior who came from the small wilderness really help Taoist Feng win the bet?
Wu Rong was very unsure, so he asked this question.
"Brother Yuyanyan is extremely talented. If he hadn't been involved in the game, he shouldn't have fallen into the small wilderness."
Tu Shanjun was not stingy in praising Yu Yan.
If Yue Yan hadn't been involved in the situation, he would have been the pride of Heaven in the Eastern Wilderness Realm, the leader of the younger generation, and a phoenix that could truly spread its wings and fly high.
"Then...what should we do?"
Wu Rong calmed down.
They finally got to the real big picture.
"Does Senior Feng intend to go to the West and become a Buddha?"
Wu Rong tilted his chin, his aquiline nose wrinkled into a sharp hook.
Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "He doesn't want to."
"He wouldn't see me if he wanted to."
Tu Shanjun saw that the old Phoenix still retained the pride of the ancient gods and was unwilling to bow his head.
"I had expected it to be a big event for Buddhism, but I didn't want it to be so big."