Ningshui Prefecture is located in the southwest corner of the Zhou Dynasty, adjacent to the sea and separated from Qi State by a Tongtian River.
Although it is only a state, its area is as vast as that of Qi State. There are many sects of cultivating immortals in the territory, but due to the mixed aura of Ningshui Prefecture, most of them are ordinary sects.
On this day, by the Tongtian River, two strangely dressed men were walking on the ground. They were both bald and hairless, with two rows of ring scars engraved on their heads.
The two people seemed to be walking normally, but with every step they took, they landed several feet away, which was very mysterious. They exuded a peaceful aura, like accomplished monks.
The older monk had a white beard more than a foot long, a pair of thick and narrow white eyebrows, wore a red cassock, and held a dark golden staff dotted with several small bells. When it shook, no sound was heard.
The other monk was much younger, only in his twenties, with handsome features, wearing a dark yellow robe, rubbing a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and looking curiously at the Tongtian River beside him.
The young monk suddenly spoke in a clear voice: "Master, we have been walking by the Tongtian River for several days, how much longer do we have to walk?"
The old monk smiled slightly, with a strange aura. Before he spoke, the young monk's eager heart calmed down a little, and then the gentle voice came out:
"Ziqing, Tongtianhe is a remnant of the ancient Yiyuan Sect. There are many dangerous places in it, especially the Xunfeng. It's okay that there are not many of them. I can still protect you, but if a storm forms, even the abbot senior brother will be killed.
You have to stay away."
"After about ten miles, there will be a place where there are few space cracks. There is almost no Xunfeng there. We can pass through it calmly."
The young monk clasped his hands together, said the Buddha's name, and continued to follow the old monk. But not long after, he couldn't help but ask: "Master, I have always had a doubt. Where are Xihai Prefecture and Dayuan Prefecture like this?"
Wherever the Three Great Dao Gates are located, and even as far away as the Thirteen Kingdoms of Dongyun, there are Buddhist cultivators like us."
"Even if there is a Tongtian River in the southwestern world of immortality, it will not prevent the spread of Buddhism."
When the old monk heard this, he slowed down a few steps and said slowly: "Well done, Great Spirit King Buddha. Our temple has not entered the world of immortal cultivation in the southwest because we have an agreement with a senior in the southwest."
The young monk's eyes widened and he said, "Master, you are called senior, are you a monk in the transformation stage?"
The old monk nodded and said: "This senior's philosophy is completely different from that of Buddhism. What I, the Buddha, preach is that all living beings are equal. As long as they are lives in this world, they are all equal, especially the demon race, which should not be suppressed by the human race."
"Only when all cultivators in this world work together as one can we face the threat of demons at any time."
"However, that senior believes that the demon race is not my race, and its mentality must be different. Only by enslaving the entire race and turning them into spiritual beasts for immortal cultivators can the strength of the two races be truly integrated."
The young monk showed an unbearable look and said: "This senior is too cruel. Even the ancient monks only expelled the demons after the war with the demons, but did not kill them all."
He added: "Moreover, Master, this temple has been in existence since ancient times. Does this senior want us not to spread Buddhism for tens of thousands of years? Ten thousand years ago, our temple also had seniors in the transformation stage."
The old monk sighed: "This senior's spiritual beast is the Black Turtle Demon King, which is equivalent to the combat power of two gods in the stage of transformation. If we fight across domains, even if three or four gods of Dazhou go together, we will not be able to get a good result.
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"As for the time limit agreed by both parties, she is only allowed to preach during her lifetime."
When he said this, his face twitched: "But this senior is different from other gods in the stage of transformation. She has lived for a full thirty thousand years..."
The young monk looked confused: "Thirty thousand years... isn't the lifespan of a monk in the transformation stage more than two thousand years? How..."
The old monk did not answer directly, but showed a bit of admiration in his eyes: "Speaking of which, this senior is also a person with amazing talents. The techniques he created are extremely exquisite. Although he enslaved the demon clan, during the cultivation process, the two
The cultivation of the clan actually complements each other."
"The human race relies on the demonic spiritual power of the demonic beasts to break through, and the demonic beasts can also use the human race's methods to more easily break through the realm, especially the threshold of the eighth level of transformation."
"That senior wants to rely on the power of his sect to enslave the entire monster race in the outer sea and become the most powerful sect since ancient times."
The old monk sighed: "It's a pity that among the demon clan in the outer sea at that time, there was also a genius who turned the body of a dragon into the body of a real dragon and became the demon king. He blocked this senior. The two sides fought openly and secretly, and used their own secret methods to improve themselves.
Shouyuan, the stalemate lasted for thirty thousand years."
"Not long ago, my senior brother-in-law sensed that the vitality of heaven and earth in Chu State and Waihai gradually became balanced. These two seniors with amazing magical powers still cannot withstand the passage of longevity."
The young monk couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, why does this senior insist on enslaving the demon clan? With such a skill, he can share it with the demon clan. Maybe the relationship between the two parties will become closer, and the strength will be wasted in vain."
"Good Lord, Great Spirit King Buddha."
The old monk recited the Buddha's name and said seriously: "Under the regulation of this temple in recent years, the relationship between Dazhou and Wulonghai has become increasingly friendly, and there has been no war in Dazhou for a long time."
"This time we go to the southwestern immortal world to spread Buddhism, just to reduce the internal friction there. If successful, not only will the merits be immeasurable, but it will also be of great benefit to our practice."
The young monk turned his prayer beads with a solemn expression, but before he could speak, a rich male voice suddenly appeared in their ears.
"Hey, Buddhist and Taoist monks are also thinking about the world of immortality in the southwest?"
The old monk was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect anyone to be nearby. He followed the sound and looked towards the Tongtian River. Two figures gradually appeared in the mist on the river.
What caught his eye was an extremely burly middle-aged man with short hair and a square face. He was wearing a gray suit. His eyes were bright and there was a faint flash of golden light. There was no aura on his body, just like a mortal.
Next to him is a graceful woman, also wearing smart clothes, beautiful appearance, gray skin with moist luster, and exuding a cold aura.
When these two people appeared, the staff in the old monk's hand suddenly trembled, and the bells on it jingled. The young monk felt an invisible pressure coming towards his face, and couldn't help but take two steps back.
The old monk's face changed slightly, and a vague magic power arose in his body. The staff gradually calmed down and floated in front of him. He clasped his hands together and said: "The old monk's name is Zhiyuan. This is my young disciple Ziqing. I don't know what the two of you know."
How do you call your friends?"
The burly man cupped his hands and said, "My lord, Lu Kun, this is my junior sister, Shi Yin'er, and Master Zhiyuan. You haven't answered Lu's question yet. Are you two going to the southwest to cultivate immortality?"
The old monk said: "Well done, Great Spiritual King Buddha. As a monk, I will not lie. This time I am indeed going to the southwest to cultivate immortality and spread Buddhism."
Lu Kun looked at the two monks up and down and said slowly: "What kind of teaching is it? Are you looking for a spiritual vein to build a temple and recruit disciples?"
Old monk Zhiyuan smiled and said: "The temple is a place for practicing Buddha chanting, so it is naturally indispensable. More importantly, it is the promotion of Buddhist teachings."
Lu Kun's face darkened and he said: "Master Zhiyuan has a cultivation level in the late Yuanying stage. A Buddhist monk with such strength must be a senior monk from Huatian Temple."
Zhiyuan was called out for cultivation, his expression gradually became serious, he clasped his hands together and said: "Wonderful Great Spirit King Buddha, I am one of the first ones in Huatian Temple."
Lu Kun snorted coldly and said: "Master, I advise you to go back. With Lu here, let alone your sixth-ranked Huatian Temple, even if it is the top three sects, if you dare to invade the southwestern immortal world, there will be only death.
One piece!"
As he spoke, the air around him suddenly solidified, and an inexplicable pressure filled the air...