Chapter 14 Ginseng Fruit Meeting for Ten Thousand Years (Part 2)
"He is out of seclusion! Some people calculated that he had left Penglai Island, but he did not respond to the invitation of the Sumeru Ten Wheels Bodhisattva...
"Yang Jian then left, as if he went to Tianhai?"
"It seems that among the twelve immortals of the Jie Jiao, only the "Tiansha True Lord" who was promoted to the rank of broom star is left?"
"Tiansha Zhenjun? He's just a person who doesn't live up to his name! I heard that this person has extremely poor physical and foot talents. It was only because of the hard work of the leader Yang that he was promoted to the seventh level and ranked among the twelve immortals. It was actually because he had an irreversible relationship with that leader.
·····" "He is out of seclusion?"
In the Netherworld, in the bright moon hanging high above the night, someone seems to be talking to himself. [.\nCOM Situ’s updated chapters are the most complete and comprehensive, and the error-free content is repaired in the most timely manner. Due to caching reasons, browser access is recommended.\nCOM
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Under the moonlight, it can be seen that the moon-white palace is blown by the breeze, and the infinitely beautiful body beneath it can be seen.
"Hearing that his former unenlightened confidante was about to die, he had no choice but to leave the country and go to Longevity Mountain for an appointment...
Under the shadow of the bright moon, someone walked out slowly,
Looking at that beautiful body, he unconsciously touched the smooth back of his head:
The old Taoist sat quietly for a moment and shook his head: Huh~
Over the course of thousands of years, all the heavens have undergone drastic changes, but compared to the heaven and sea, the changes in any world pale in comparison.
"How can there be any born gods and Buddhas? The Buddha has to observe the Eight Precepts before he can meditate. A great figure who rises from humble beginnings is nothing but a confidante. So what if there are thousands of them?"
Even though there have been fierce battles and wars everywhere for thousands of years, it is still a world that has the fewest practitioners in the world.
Under the moonlight, disgust flashed in the beautiful eyes of the woman in the palace dress:
"It's bad!"
It attracts everyone's attention and shocks the whole world, but few people are watching in secret, either openly or covertly.
"As expected of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, the majestic vitality contained in that fruit is almost inferior to yours!"
"Of course, if Master Yang wants to buy it, Pindao will definitely want to sell it. Since ancient times, life is more expensive than anything else.
"The name of the Taoist name is actually hidden, but it makes the leader laugh..."
"The emperor opened ten calamities and wanted to get the results... What is the reason? What is the result? What are the rituals?"
Inside the small hall, the aura of chaos permeates the air, isolating all incoming energy and even the ripples of time and space.
"You answered his doubts, but he will definitely answer your questions..."
"The eighth one in the sky is Dare to be. In the past, the reputation of Yousheng Taoist was much smaller than that of a certain family, but so what..."
No one is coming, and I have no way of noticing...
"In the past, the great monk suppressed him, so he suffered the calamity today. In the past, he wanted to suppress the demon, so he did not suffer the pain of being haunted by the demon's thoughts...
The mountains are as low as the clouds, the mountains are stretched, and rivers pass through the mountains, leading to the small sea in the east.
However, to Master Wanshou's expectation, there was no response to my rhetorical question, which made my eyelids jump:
Zhen Boqiu stood up for a moment, and when he looked around, his eyes changed.
And it happened to me alone...
"With just eight ginseng fruits, within ten kalpas, you will be able to live as long as heaven and earth."
Master Wanshou's expression finally showed no change.
"When the Tao arises and the Tao dies, one calamity ends. When the emperor opened the sky, the small Tao oscillated and gave birth to eight thousand bodies of Tao transformation. Once the eight thousand Tao transformations all become small Tao, the ten calamities will surely end...
Ba Zang drank it and seemed to feel nothing, but in fact, in the sea of his heart, the four-color light group obtained from listening was blooming. Buzz~
"Royal Way."
The ancient temple is quite warm and clear. Except for Wanshou Taoist, there is not one handsome monk sitting in the corner.
"No wonder Pindao saw the Purple Qi coming from 80,000 miles away yesterday, but it turned out to be Master Yang himself..."
The monk touched the long-eared forehead and smiled inexplicably:
What is small is as small as a fist..." It is worse than a drop of water or a vast ocean.
In ten thousand years, the blood of the young and weak has not dried up. Taoist Wanshou took a few steps forward and asked the two of them to retreat. At that time, Yu Zhenbo withdrew his gaze and asked.
Lord of Cholera?”
It’s about knowing when the memory disappears, and knowing when it comes back to my heart again. Looking at this seemingly invisible shadow, the man shed tears sadly:
The man in the palace skirt was astonished, but suddenly realized that it was possible, because in the past ten thousand years, not many weak people from all walks of life have been suppressed here.
This is... "Get out!"
Thinking back on the scenes he had seen in ten thousand years, even a person like Zhen Bo could not help but feel a little warm in his heart.
The ginseng fruits seen at this time were slightly the same as those obtained by Yang Yu in the past, and they were completely different from each other.
"...It's for sale."
"This calamity is strange. It only lasts for 120,000 years. Even if Dao reaches the sixth level, his lifespan is no longer than this. The lifespan of immortals and Buddhas will become even shorter. Poor, poor...
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"There is a beauty inside, but a beauty outside? The most dignified person in the ten tribulations, the master of Jiejiao, but it turns out that he is also so filthy on the inside..."
The words stopped abruptly. The monk shook his head, surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes:
“Everyone wants to go to Penglai Island...
"This poor Taoist will have to wait and see!"
"The fruit of Pindao blooms for eight thousand years, bears fruit for eight thousand years, matures for eight thousand years, and bears fruit only after ten thousand years."
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"In the turbulent year of the small road, it is too much to be too arrogant. A arrogant person is like this Zhulong, known as the Dragon Ancestor of the Four Tribulations, but he was beaten as badly as a loach..."
"For thousands of years, fellow Taoists have been killing and slaughtering the newly enlightened masters. Why?"
On the top of the mountains, an old Taoist sat cross-legged, overlooking the small land above the sea of clouds:
"The ginseng fruit festival will be held a day or so ago. At that time, all eighty ginseng fruits will be served..."
When the man in the palace dress came here, he frowned and noticed that there was no aura in the mist of the sea of laws.
"Since fellow Taoist disciples are here, why should they hide in the dark?"
The convergence of the fortunes of all realms and the influx of spiritual intelligence from the universe have brought the world, which was still quite desolate after thousands of years, back to its prime.
"Do you know how much your ginseng fruit is worth?"
"·········" Yuluan Ying asked again.
Zhen Boqiu was quite fierce. He chatted for a few words casually and then stood up.
The man in the palace skirt is very careless. Even if it is true as the monk said, today's Penglai Island is very fulfilling, it is still a small base camp for Jiejiao.
It turned into a wisp of moonlight and blew in with the wind. "Huh?"
And in this heavy fog, no one seemed to be talking loudly to themselves.
On the ginseng fruit tree, Yang Yu was pacing, his voice was low or high, but it made Wanshou Taoist feel warm in his heart:
I never thought that one day I would be trapped and die behind the Enlightenment Gate, but that scene happened.
A long time ago, Yang Yu spoke:
"That's right, this will not be possible until he fuses Buddha and demon, and all kinds of breakthroughs..."
"Chang'er, go back and tell Shilun that you are going to Penglai Island by yourself. Who must accompany you?"
Thousands of years ago, Penglai Island was like a small sun, shining and mighty in this sea of laws.
"The lifespans of all the tribulations are the same, but the shortest one has to exceed the number of billions... Condensing billions of years into 170,000 years, what an incredible method is that?"
The man in the palace skirt felt warm in his heart, and even noticed that these people seemed to be guiding him to meet, but he didn't care at all.
Wanshou Taoist focused on that name, thinking nothing about it:
"Does this silly man really think this is still the fourth calamity? Going to Penglai Island alone? Not to mention him, but his husband...
The gathering of endless luck has given rise to all kinds of creations, making that place known as the Immortal Realm by cultivators of all calamities, and becoming a place that even fewer cultivators yearn for.
"The appointment of ten thousand years is coming, and all Taoist friends will arrive on that day. At that time, you will come back to discuss the Tao..."
So much so, that even if you have little confidence in your little magical powers that you have only just mastered as a young man, you still proceed cautiously.
It seems like I came here just for an outing.
"Luck is born due to calamities, and small calamities are born due to luck. If the small path ends in four directions, and therefore the emperor's cause is born, in these ten extreme calamities, the "fruit" that surpasses it will be born..."
The man in the palace dress had a cold look on his face and walked away with a puff of sleeves: "Four Tribulations Phoenix Immortal?"
In that world, there was only one person who could make me lose my memory...
Faintly, there seemed to be meteors streaking across the sky.
Zhen Bo sighed heavily:
"Four Tribulations'Fengxian', I have met fellow Taoist Wanshou... Wow~
Yang Yu took a deep look at Taoist Wanshou, and the smile on his face faded as he looked at him.
The old Taoist held Fu Chen and looked at the handsome monk indifferently. The former's eyelids twitched and he raised his eyes quickly, and his scarlet eyes reflected Taoist Wanshou:
"This poor monk actually forgot who your husband is? That's..."
After climbing the fourth and fourth steps, Yang Yu looked at the doorframe:
Taoist Wanshou is such a person, Yang Yu said casually, and I guessed a lot of things for me.
Yang Yu and Taoist Wanshou just stood aside and watched fiercely.
Zhen Boqiu looked at it indifferently, while Yang Yu just turned his back to me and looked into nothingness.
"Is this considered a shame?"
Yuluan should circle the tree and watch, there is no one ready to move.
But contrary to your expectations, you sneaked all the way into the island until you reached the Jiejiao Mountain Gate and behind the small hall, without encountering any obstruction.
The news of Yang Yu's release swept across all directions like a storm in an instant, spreading to extremely distant places at an extremely slow speed.
"go alone······"
Taoist Wanshou was startled for a moment. Perhaps he thought that the person was so direct and did not answer. He just asked:
The man in the palace skirt was shocked and moved forward without thinking.
Apart from this, there is even a Taoist boy.
Seeing how decisive the male immortal was, Li Qiyi smiled slightly and said: "Fairy, stay here!"
It is already difficult to cross the lower line, let alone cross the border?
"It's just that I know..."
Taoist Wanshou came to the door, shook his head, and looked at the famous Jiejiao leader:
"For you, it was indeed a 'grand event'!"
The reason is me. We are separated by a border. Even if it is me, I have no confidence that I can defeat him...
Yang Yu was not very interested in ginseng fruit, so he only took a casual look at it and walked into the Seven Zang Temple.
While I was talking, I looked at Yu Luan Ying who was standing aside. Whether he responded or not, he was secretly worried about me.
Before the sound was heard, someone had arrived. He was an old man with a pale face and a divine sword on his back. I cupped my hands slightly and said:
Taoist Wanshou raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that this person had arrived so early, but he greeted him in a low voice:
One cause and one effect, one drink and one peck, they are all determined, but how can there be any thoughts of resentment?"
"Your Excellency, Li Qiyi, I have been waiting here for Fairy Young Master on orders from the leader!"
"Immortality is the mansion of the old gods, and they live as long as Heaven. That's right, living as long as Heaven, a long life is enough..."
"During the Fourth Tribulation Taiyuan Era, except for the Demon King, who was the eighth person in the sky at that time in the Demon Lord?
Looking from the gate, on the white jade steps as low as 444, no two people were walking side by side, talking and looking at the scenery while walking.
In this small land, surrounded by thousands of beautiful mountains, lies Wanshou Mountain, one of the 17 blessed places in Tianhai.
The former returned the salute and then raised his head again. The ginseng fruit tree covered the entire view of the seven internal organs. If he raised his head slightly, he could see the small tree and the ginseng fruit that made sounds like a baby among the branches and leaves.
"This day is indeed far away, but it's a pity..."
Amidst the buzzing sound, which was low or high, the man in the palace skirt felt his mind was in a trance. In the last moment, he actually threw himself into the small square hall of his own free will.
"Although I know where my friend is from, he must be a man who has dominated the world for a while. Why should he be so sneaky and arrogant?"
"How to sell?"
Taoist Wanshou shook his head and thought for a while, but still left some room:
"In today's world, it is true that for a certain family to understand, it is enough to practice for thousands of years to become a Taoist, but still..."
Zhen Boqiuren took the two of them through the entire Qizang Temple, and they came to the ginseng fruit tree at the front.
Yu Luan should not be speechless.
The Eight Burial Monk stared at Taoist Wanshou with his evil eyes, and his voice was calm but violent:
As he spoke, although the old man looked calm and calm, his heart was slightly condensed. I was not a little afraid of the little killer star behind my eyes.
Horrifying thoughts flooded into his mind, and the monk turned around and left. Any stray thoughts that arose after that had already been thrown out of his mind.
The old Taoist's voice was low or high, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to someone secretly.
Endless inspirations are intertwined like mist, lingering in the mountains and small areas, and even in every corner of every city.
"The Way of Chaos? One way to control all ways, and retreating to join one way is like joining all ways?"
"What's a pity?" "A confidante..."
"In the future, he will be buried in your hands, but it will be the result of today."
"It's a pity that the great monk may not have that opportunity..." "Do you really know why Yang came here?"
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Taoist Wanshou seemed to be stunned for a moment by the question, and then he stopped laughing:
"This is you..."
Taoist Wanshou was also angry, but just smiled lightly:
How is it possible if no one is on guard...
Compared to the realm of Xuan Gong, what you see behind your eyes is more like a lie. You see the Tao Yun Dharma principles, the heat is clear, but the vitality is as majestic as the sea.
The eighth-buried monk lowered his eyelids.
"An invitation came to Master Yang, which really surprised me. However, I knew that the leader was delayed in arriving. It was...
Could it be that Penglai Island really cares about me like this?'
"Business and purchase are negotiable." "Value..."
Maybe I didn't guess it earlier, but it was confirmed just now.
"After ten thousand years, fellow Taoist Wanshou will send invitations to all walks of life in the world, inviting young and weak people to the banquet, but do you know the purpose?"
Waving his hand, Taoist Wanshou disappeared from the top of the mountain and returned to the ancient temple in the mountain.
The monk couldn't help but laugh:
When the man in the palace skirt was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the sound of the main door of the small hall opening, and an old man full of bad luck hurriedly walked out.
Among the stunned eyes in the darkness, it turned into a ray of moonlight and entered Penglai Island, which was known as the forbidden land in the world.
"Great monk, he suppressed the poor Taoist body for only half a calamity, and the poor Taoist suppressed him for ten thousand years, can he be convinced?"