This most prosperous monastery in the ancient world is now full of flowers and bustling with people.
Countless Taoist masters, talented rookies, and old monsters who lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests were born one after another, and they all came to the central area of the East China Sea.
This is a gorgeous floating island.
Looking around, the island is full of treacherous sand dunes and vast dry deserts, crawling like countless ferocious beasts.
The crystal clear and pure gravel shines with the color of glass under the sunlight.
At this time, powerful men gathered in the East China Sea, and there were thousands of auspicious clouds.
The Taoist masters who are rarely seen in ordinary times are now as countless as the crucian carp crossing the river.
The entire Penglai is hidden in the depths of the vast mist, continuing to breathe out gorgeous brilliance, like a bright pearl in the deep sea, luring everyone's curiosity and expectation.
The ancient chanting suddenly sounded, and in an instant, the overwhelming dazzling golden lotus spread out along the west, and several Buddhas with solemn faces came one after another.
Golden lanterns and pearls gather precious light, one after another converging into a vast ocean.
"It's Buddhists coming, look quickly."
"Oh my God, three Daluo Jinxian and several Taiyi experts were sent here this time. The foundation of Buddhism is really strong."
"I heard that Buddhism has been making constant moves during this period. A lot of power has been deployed in Beiming and Southern Xinjiang. I don't know what to do."
"Hey, why is the leader a golden immortal?"
The vast sea of clouds swept over.
There is a blue lion with a strong body and shiny hair, walking at the front of the team with his head held high.
Its arrogance is overwhelming, its gaze is fierce, like an ancient demon god awakening from a deep sleep, and its whole body exudes a bloodthirsty charm.
On the green lion, sits a Bodhisattva.
He was wearing a plain crescent cassock, with an ordinary appearance and a dull expression. His eyes were as deep as an ancient pool. He held a slowly rotating nine-pin lotus platform in his palm. Wherever he went, there were thousands of rays of light and thousands of auspicious colors.
Manjusri!
Manjusri led many Western Buddhas to the edge of Penglai and paused. After responding with a warm smile to the probing eyes around him, he sat on the Green Lion and closed his eyes to meditate.
Suddenly, the wind and clouds in the east changed, and the entire sky was reflected in red.
The bloody smell that hit their faces made many immortals couldn't help but frown slightly, looking at the blood flowing out of thin air at their feet, with fear on their faces.
"It's the group of Shura from the Sea of Blood."
Wow~
The waves as red as blood beat against the sky and the earth, and countless Shuras with ferocious faces walked on the waves.
They have fierce faces, evil men and charming women, ride on strange bloody lotuses, and stand firm in the waves.
The leading Shura is a young girl wearing an emerald green dress. She has red lips and white teeth, almond-shaped eyes and arched eyebrows. Her chatter and laughter are not charming at all, but rather fresh and refined.
"Hey, why have I never seen this Shura before?" At this time, Starlight Bodhisattva, who was following the medicine master, couldn't help but exclaimed.
He turned his searching eyes to the pharmacist, who also shook his head in confusion.
The pharmacist narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the Shura who was the leader of the Blood Sea, and murmured doubtfully: "It's really strange, the Shura clan has always been violent in temperament, fighting among themselves, and they are not convinced by each other. This Shura is only a late-stage Golden Immortal.
How do you convince so many Shura that even the skyscrapers bow down?"
Cihang stared for a long time, with a lot of information flashing in his mind, looking for the origin of this Shura, but he never found any trace.
Yoshimitsu has never cared about worldly affairs, but his curiosity was still piqued by this Shura.
Suddenly, when he saw Manjushri's indifferent expression, he knew that the other party knew how to follow, so he asked: "Manjushri Bodhisattva, where does this person come from?"
Manjusri did not answer directly, but said with a smile: "Everyone, take a look at that Shura's earrings."
All the Buddhas looked at it and saw that Shura's earrings were particularly exquisite and gorgeous.
These are two leaves with different shapes. They look like luminous gems, continuously exhaling wonderful mist. They are red on the left and green on the right. They are really beautiful.
"These seem to be two innate spiritual treasures?" Xingguang said with a slightly hoarse voice.
"Yes, these are Red Flame Basho and Cuifeng Basho." Manjusri touched Xingguang's head and said softly: "She is Styx's most beloved descendant, the Rakshasa girl."
"Rakshasa Girl? How come I have never heard of this name?" Cihang stroked the purification bottle carefully, feeling the pressure of the sea of blood and the approaching storm.
"That's natural." Manjusri looked deeply in the direction of the Rakshasa girl. "Because this is her first appearance."
Wuwuwu,wuwuwu~
Suddenly, there were bursts of howling ghosts and wolf howls between the sky and the earth, and a dense and strange black gauze mist swept out along the waves of the East China Sea.
The ghost gate in the underworld is wide open, and four Yamas wearing official uniforms come together, followed by several ghosts and gods, especially the Wuchang, Five Ghosts, and Bird's Beak factions, all of them are dispatched.
The King of Chujiang holds the mellow treasure seal in his palm, and surrounded by many ghosts from the underworld, he occupies the northeastern direction of Penglai Fairy Island.
He nodded slightly to Manjusri and led the forces in the underworld to wait patiently.
The fairy spirit is misty and the mist is steaming. Yang Ren is wearing a blue robe, Luo Xuan is stepping on the flames, and Fairy Yunzhi has a peach blossom face, leading many immortals to the side.
The wind and snow were swaying, the cold wind was biting, and the shadows covering the sky and the sun were fluttering. Kunpeng's eyes were cold, and he led the great saints from Beiming to come.
Countless forces such as Nanjiang, Luzhou, Wanshou Mountain, Luxi Tower, Zhonggutang, Baixue Bamboo Forest, etc., came in droves without any movement.
Looking around, the area around Penglai is full of dark figures, as many as 600,000.
When Starlight Bodhisattva saw this, he couldn't help but secretly marveled.
These usually mysterious and unpredictable Taoist masters are rarely seen even if they travel across thousands of mountains and rivers.
Now it's like flies smelling blood, rushing in from all directions and swarming around Penglai.
"Oh my gosh, I still thought about coming out on top in this grand event and fighting for a few fragments of triumphal glory, but I didn't expect that the competition would be so fierce."
As if he saw the doubts in his heart, the pharmacist explained in an especially gentle manner.
"Silly boy, the reality is not as scary as you think. The Triumph Conference is a grand event in ancient times, so it will attract heroes from all walks of life to gather. Sixty percent of them come to watch and watch the excitement."
"The pharmacist is right." Jiguang looked at Xingguang's shrinking look and saw himself attending the triumphal meeting for the first time.
"There will be six levels before this grand event. As a test, we will peel off all the losers. In the end, there will be at most a hundred people left."
"Hundred Numbers? There are at least three thousand people who are better than me."
Manjusri did not pay attention to everyone's comments, but quietly waited for Peng to open it.
The fairy island with surging yellow sand in front of us was once the dojo of Dongwang Gong, the leader of all immortals.
In the original Lich Era, this fairy island had a rich aura and thousands of immortals came to visit it. Its reputation was even more prosperous than that of the Jiejiao in later generations.
It is a pity that the Eastern Palace is not managed well and has made countless enemies. Coupled with the Lich Tribulation, it is a whirlpool of struggle.
This dojo, which attracted countless living beings, only prospered for tens of thousands of years before it was completely destroyed by the demon army.
Manjusri's gaze is profound, looking up at the beautiful floating fairy island, as if he can see the glory and glory of the past.
Qingsi is lying on the auspicious clouds obediently.
He narrowed his eyes lazily, not caring about this prosperous world.
What is your arsenic is his honey.
Qing Shi has never been interested in the art of weapon refining, and did not touch the art of formations when he was teaching. He loves the art of physical cultivation.
Therefore, the triumphal meeting that can drive countless strong men crazy is just a fancy banquet for Leo.
"Master, this Penglai was destroyed by the demon clan in the past. It is said that several magical powers of Huangni Ancestor were sealed on it, and even a large number of Zhi Ge marks remained. Logically speaking, it is not related to cultivation and refining treasures. How can it be?
Will it become the venue where conferences are held today?"
"Besides, this fairy island was originally devastated. Who could have such extraordinary skills to restore it to the vitality it is now, not to mention the power of dragons and monsters?"
Facing Qingshi's doubts, Manjusri showed a faint smile. He gently stroked Qingshi's hair and said: "Because behind this prosperous age, it is the saints who are leading."
Refining the Way!
On this legendary road, there are two strong men competing for the top position.
Nuwa and Yuanshi Tianzun.
Yuanshi Tianzun is the transformation of Pangu's Yuanshen. He has the inheritance of refining in his memory. He uses various kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures as the foundation to refine treasures that suit his heart.
He is talented and capable, and he quickly made a fortune by practicing Taoism. In the initial stage of prehistoric times, he was rich in wealth.
Yuanshi Tianzun’s understanding of refining the Tao is called taking it for one’s own use.
Whether it is mountains, rivers, sun, moon, stars, any valuable resource can be tempered into swords, guns, swords and halberds, exuding infinite power.
He studied hard and kept moving forward, and finally developed the way of refining and reached the quasi-sage level.
However, after the third lecture in Zixiao Palace, a new master of refining the Tao suddenly appeared.
Nuwa!
Nuwa has a pure and kind personality, loves all living beings, and uses the way of creation to become a saint.
When she was kneading the clay figurine, she had a sudden enlightenment, found a new way, and passed down the refining theory to pursue the origin.
Whether they are mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, birds and beasts, they naturally have their own essence and ideals. Refining should help them improve their strength, not strangle them in the cradle and turn them into unconscious weapons.
The two theories of refining were hostile to each other and collided. The two saints were even more confrontational on this road.
Yuanshi Tianzun was aloof and arrogant. He created and explained the teachings in the Kunlun Mountains, the central area of the East, and vigorously promoted the doctrines he adopted for his own use. Nuwa settled in Wa Huangtian, teaching the demon tribe the human nature and spiritual direction, and continued to practice and pursue the original way. The sky is vast and the stars are changing.
The two theories of refining Taoism have been constantly innovating and multiplying. The former has been transformed into the "Yu Qing Chapter", a method of explaining the teachings, and has been carried forward by many Taoist disciples.
The latter achieved the triumphal meeting and verified the original position in countless prosperous times.
Behind the prosperous and vast Penglai in front of us is Nuwa's handiwork.