Chapter 427: The Pawn of the Alliance and the Struggle
Laojun's admiration echoed in his ears.
The mind of the leader of Tongtian Cult has already sunk into the "Journey to the West" read by another world.
The Monkey King in the story is in the palm of my hand right now.
"Great Sage Qitian..." Tongtian Cult Master chuckled in his heart: "You do have the style of my Jie Cult!"
Being unruly and unruly will crush the sky.
It is better to break than to bend, to remain unmoved.
But while he was laughing, the leader of Tongtian's heart sank to the bottom of his heart.
He certainly knows the meaning of all the things on the way to seek scriptures.
To understand more clearly, what does the ending of the Monkey King in Journey to the West mean?
The Great Sage Qitian finally became the Victorious Buddha.
Prostrate before the Buddha.
Xiniu Hezhou has become a holy place where "don't be greedy and don't kill, nourish your energy and potential, although it is supremely true, everyone can live a long life".
However, Nanzhan Buzhou, the Taoist ancestral monastery, the core of the three realms, has become a degenerate place of "greed for sexual pleasure and joy of misfortune, killing many, the so-called murderous place of words, a sea of right and wrong"...
The future reflected in Journey to the West is chilling.
But what Master Tongtian is thinking about is: "What on earth is going on in the future described in "Journey to the West"?"
The three religions are tied up.
The West dominates.
This is almost impossible to happen.
Even without Seo Ji, it wouldn't have happened.
As long as he, the leader of Jiejiao, Lingbao Tianzun is alive, he will not allow such a thing to happen.
Because Nanzhan Buzhou is where Taozu Taoist Temple is located.
Who dares to blaspheme? He is his enemy.
And this level of blasphemy has reached the bottom line.
There are enough reasons to invite the ‘Hunyuan Whisk’.
unless……
"I no longer have the Three Realms!" Tongtian Cult Master thought.
But this is impossible.
The saint is immortal, has no disasters or catastrophes, and has cultivated Hunyuan.
There is nothing in heaven and earth that can kill a saint.
Not even Tao Ancestor can do it.
"I was already transcendent at that time?" Leader Tongtian thought again, but immediately denied it.
Although I don’t know what will happen after transcendence?
However, Master Tongtian understood that if he had transcended, no one would dare to humiliate Nanzhan Buzhou and his disciples like this.
So, there is only one answer.
"I am also involved..." Leader Tongtian sighed in his heart.
yes!
The plot of Journey to the West can only be staged if he, as the leader of the Jie Cult, also participates in it and is the operator!
Not only that!
Leader Tongtian looked at Saint Nuwa and also at Laojun.
He knows.
These two are definitely involved as well.
The same goes for Yuanshi!
Only in this way can the story of Journey to the West be reasonable!
In other words, if the story of Journey to the West is indeed a possibility of a certain future.
So, that future means that all saints have stood together to face a common problem.
Just like in the past, all the saints joined forces to seal Mingtiao.
Then here comes the problem.
What is the problem that forces all the saints to stand together and deal with it together?
What kind of difficulties forced Taoism to bow its head and recognize the transcendent status of the West?
Leader Tongtian doesn’t know.
But he understood that there was only one possibility.
There's something wrong with the orthodoxy!
There is a problem in Nanzhan Buzhou!
There's something wrong with the human race!
Only in this way, and only in this way, can all the saints join forces and Xuanmen be made to give in and bow his head.
Thinking of this, Master Tongtian's Taoist heart began to overturn.
Countless things and thoughts are floating, tumbling, and surging.
The history book of Xu Ji's world seems to be turning the pages.
The story of Journey to the West is in flashback.
The ancient past is also shining brightly.
The past and the future are intertwined with each other.
"Senior brother!" Leader Tongtian looked at Lao Jun's face.
That face that no one can describe except a saint.
Yin and Yang arise and die between the textures of the skin.
The Tai Chi Bagua is manifested in the gray beard and hair.
In a pair of eyes, yin and yang fish flow.
Its form is always in the superposition of youth and old age.
Their appearance is ever-changing and cannot be described one by one.
This is the saint in the eyes of the saint.
The complete incarnation of the great road.
A saint has no permanent heart, a saint has no normal state, and a saint has no permanent appearance.
Every saint can change into anything at any time.
They can be mountains or the sea.
It can be young or old.
It can be a man or a woman.
The saint you see will always be the form you most imagine in your mind.
Only a saint can see the true form of another saint.
The Taoist body is purely shaped by Taoism and Taoism.
For example, at this moment, the Lord Tongtian saw the old man.
It is a state of peace and tranquility, as good as water.
But thousands of years ago, the leader of Tongtian Cult saw Laojun during the great calamity, but it was like a storm and a thousand waves.
Look directly at Laojun’s truth.
Leader Tongtian spoke slowly: "In the past, during the God-Sealing Tribulation, senior brother said something about my disciples, please take it back!"
Lao Jun smiled slightly, and he could naturally hear the implication of the Tongtian Cult Leader's words.
If you take it back, you will still be a senior brother.
If you don't take it back, you are a Taoist brother.
He nodded slightly: "Yes!"
Take it back, no problem.
Although the past is irreversible, it can be whitewashed.
Just like the Human Emperor Huiyuan, how real is it still today?
How many people really remember the cause and effect of the tweet?
For a saint, revising and whitewashing the past is just a piece of cake.
Leader Tongtian nodded: "Then it's up to you, Brother Lao!"
Laojun nodded. He understood that Tongtian's words meant that he agreed.
Sage Nuwa was also watching with joy, so she said: "In the future, it will be my duty to help you two senior brothers to deal with the demon clan!"
"Don't dare!" Leader Tongtian and Laojun said at the same time: "Junior sister, don't worry!"
Although the three saints did not say it clearly.
But in fact, they have already agreed to the alliance.
This is also the tacit understanding of the saints.
For saints, except for the Oath of Heaven and the Zixiao Palace, there is nothing that can restrain them.
However, there will be no saint who swears to the way of heaven to do whatever he wants.
No one can make a saint swear to heaven.
Especially after the two sages of the West achieved enlightenment with great aspirations, this possibility became even less possible.
As for Zixiao Palace, except for its appearance at the beginning of the Great Tribulation, at other times, it was outside the Three Realms and lived in the Great Dao.
…
Deep in the Pure Land of the West, in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.
In the ancient temple, the sound of Buddha's wooden fish is continuous.
"The founder of our association, the Buddha Ran Deng will surely die!" A voice came from outside the ancient temple.
"Senior brother will be reincarnated in Xiniu Hezhou and become the present Buddha..."
"I would like to express my congratulations in advance!"
The Buddha said nothing, but continued to knock the wooden fish.
"Aren't you worried, senior brother?" The whispers from the people outside the door did not stop.
"In the past, my uncle took you away..."
"Of course, I can also bring you back from this Western Pure Land!"
The Buddha finally dropped what he was doing.
He looked at the person outside the door.
The treasure is solemn, auspicious and festive, and the wisdom is natural.
Samantabhadra!
"What does this have to do with the poor monk?" the Buddha said calmly. For a moment, the Buddha's voice was loud, solemn and sacred.
"Brother, you still don't know?" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva appeared in front of the Buddha and bowed his head: "At this moment, my uncle is in Taisu Heaven..."
"The saint empress and uncle are both here..."
"Senior brother..." The Bodhisattva bowed again: "You said, if my uncle knew that you were in front of the Immortal Killing Formation, he would have secretly sent a letter to his uncle..."
"With Uncle Master's temper, even in this pure land, in this Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, will the Qingping Sword be able to cut out?"
The Buddha's head shook, and his golden eyes looked at Samantabhadra.
The swastikas in the pupils rotated slowly.
The huge Buddha palm quietly covered Samantabhadra's golden body.
Buddha's Palm!
"Senior brother is angry?" Puxian said calmly, "Are you still scared?"
"Betray the master, deceive the master and destroy the ancestors..."
"Long-eared Dingguang Immortal has been wiped out in ashes!"
"Vairocana Immortal, I am terrified all day long!"
"Then, how will you, who leaked the secrets of the Immortal Killing Formation and the layout of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, bear the wrath of the Saint?"
"Of course Senior Brother knows... Uncle Senior's temper is not good!"
The Buddha did not answer or answer.
He just put his giant palm down and crushed the golden body of the Bodhisattva in front of him like an ant to death.
Countless gold powders rustled down and covered the ancient temple.
It's just a body.
But the Buddha's golden body inevitably had some cracks.
The unshakable Zen heart that had been silent for thousands of years had a flaw.
The Buddha raised his head with a determined expression.
That flaw was quickly made up for by infinite wisdom.
Now that I have chosen this, now that I have made this decision.
Then, it’s time to make the move without regrets.
The Zen heart is round and crystal clear, the Buddha heart is compassionate, and the Tao heart is firm.
only……
Why does the sound of this wooden fish sound so much like the rattle in Biyou Palace in the past?
Dong dong dong… dong dong dong…
The figure of my mentor is like a mountain, reflected on the other side.
The Buddha couldn't help but put his hands together: "How good! How good!"
"Everything in the past is like dying yesterday!"
Duobao is dead!
He was dead the moment he lowered his head.
When you are scared and frightened, you are already dead.
"Everything happens today just like today!"
In the name of the Buddha and the sound of the wooden fish, the golden body of the Buddha is incomparably sacred, solemn and solemn.
In front of the Zhuxian Formation, after witnessing Sanxiao's defeat.
He has already realized it.
The kind of fate that someone has grabbed by the throat.
That kind of fate of being a human being and being slaughtered by others.
Not what he wanted.
What he wants is...
Dominate the three realms!
He was unwilling to die with Jin Ling and others as Duobao.
He is even more unwilling to fall into the list of gods and be enslaved by others.
He doesn't want to be a rotten dog.
…
Duke Chong'er of Jin looked at the majestic Kunlun Taoist Palace.
Immortals come and go, and they will live forever at this time.
In my ears, the sage's decree is still echoing.
"The Zhou Dynasty is about to end, and it depends on you to carry out your destiny!"
The magic whip in his hand is as heavy as Mount Tai.
Chong'er's expression was as gloomy as the dark night.
Rebuild Taoism!
This mission, which might have made him ecstatic in the past, now made his hair stand on end.
Because he is no longer what he used to be.
"No wonder, when Duke Huan returned from Kunlun, he was unable to recover..."
"It can make a generation of kings fall..."
"The root lies here!"
Chong'er thought and sighed.
But, does he have a choice?
No!
He is already old.
Too old!
And the cause and effect with Chanjiao Taoism is too deep!
