These four words made Zhunti faint, so much so that his body, a dignified saint, couldn't help but tremble slightly!
Saints are immortal and are no longer on the same level as the gods and demons below them. As for Dao Zu, they are transcendent above saints and can easily control the life and death of saints, and even the entire three realms and even the entire river of destiny.
, all in the palm of his hand.
Whether it was the Great Lich Tribulation or the Great Tribulation of the Gods, every time Dao Ancestor appeared, these saints felt an unfathomable and irresistible sense of powerlessness.
But now, Daozu is dead?!
Zhunti swallowed his saliva and was speechless. After a long time, he asked: "Is...is this really true?!"
Don’t blame him for not believing it, no one can believe this fact!
Daozu, died silently?!
How can this be?
"You should go and see for yourself. There is no one in the Zixiao Palace, and there are no restrictions anymore." Jieyin said, even considering the palace, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
The birth of Black Lotus and the disappearance of Daozu, these two things put together are too terrible, so terrible that even if they are saints, they don't feel safe at all!
"Are the restrictions gone?"
Saint Zhunti took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart. He had been to the Zixiao Palace and naturally knew how mysterious and terrifying the Taoist dojo was. No one could enter the Zixiao Palace without the permission of the Taoist.
Even the saints cannot forcefully break through the restrictions placed on such a crucial place!
However, now even senior brothers can go in...
"Let me go and have a look."
Zhunti's figure turned into a stream of light and suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The death of Daozu really had a huge impact. Even if he was quoted as saying, Zhunti did not dare to believe it. He had to see it for himself before making a judgment.
Zixiao Palace is very far away, located at the intersection of the ancient continent and the river of destiny. Even if the beings under Daluo Jinxian know the location, they cannot reach it at all.
However, for a saint, it is easy to reach this place.
Zhunti stood in the chaos, looking at the huge palace in the distance rising and falling in the endless chaotic air, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
Is the teacher still there, or is he really dead?
His figure appeared in front of Zixiao Palace. He bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple Zhunti, I have something important to ask to see the teacher. I hope the teacher can take the time to see me."
Infused with mana, the voice echoed in the endless chaos and was transmitted into the Zixiao Palace.
There was no response, even half a quarter of an hour passed, and there was no response at all!
However, Zhunti still did not dare to go in, but shouted again outside the hall, saying: "Disciple Zhunti, I have something important to ask to see the teacher. I hope the teacher can take the time to see me."
Still no response.
In this way, no one answered until he called for the third time. Zhunti then boldly walked towards the door with the three characters "Zixiao Palace" engraved on it, and walked in easily without any obstruction.
There is no punishment.
Could it be that the teacher really...
Zhun Meng was 90% convinced at this moment. He turned into a ray of light and traveled to every corner of Zixiao Palace in an instant. However, there was no breath of life anywhere.
The huge Zixiao Palace was empty, like a ghost.
All the terrifying restrictions that once made saints like them fearful have disappeared without a trace. As for Daozu, not to mention his figure, not even a breath has been left, as if the Zixiao Palace was empty.
But, where can Daozu go?
The entire river of destiny evolved from the ancient continent. Daozu is already the strongest being in the world, where can he go?
Zhunti already had the answer in his mind.
With a thought in his mind, he activated his magic power and appeared above the Lingshan Mountain in Hezhou, Xiniu, where he saw Jie Yin.
"Senior brother, I made a mistake in this matter." Zhunti said seriously.
The Taoist ancestors are here, and all the saints are here. Killing the black lotus is the right thing to do. If Laojun dares to stop it, you have made a big mistake!
But if Daozu is not here, then everything has to be redefined.
"It doesn't matter, we can just be the same as before." Jie Yin said calmly.
By this time, neither of them had extracted scriptures, and no one had talked about the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West.
The Taoist ancestors are no longer here, so the so-called great calamity and the so-called sutra retrieval have become a joke.
Perhaps, because of this, Taishang Laojun dared to tear off his face and directly deal with the pilgrims, blasting the spiritual mountain to pieces with one finger!
Or maybe it was out of anger that Lingshan made things secret to the public to vent their anger.
However, this is not important anymore. What is important is, how will Lingshan deal with itself in the post-Daozu era?
And Jie Yin has already given the answer.
Thinking of the upcoming situation in the Three Realms, thinking of the coming storm, everything that had just happened, and even his own injuries, were all forgotten by Zhunti.
Black lotus, what he was thinking about at the moment was all about the black lotus in Mo Li's body.
…
"Relieve the qi, really relieve the qi!"
In the Tushita Palace, the figure of Tongtian Cult Master appeared in the main hall. He said with a happy face: "Senior Brother, your pointing finger is really too relieving. I have long disliked those two stinky bald donkeys.
It's a pity that you didn't let me take action, otherwise I would have killed all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in that Lingshan Mountain!"
He was venting his anger. It has been many years since the Conferred Gods War, and he has never been so happy!
Back then, it caused their disciples to fall apart, and even drove away most of their disciples to enter Buddhism. Now they are finally relieved.
When the Buddhist scripture seeker dies, even the spiritual mountain is destroyed. How can Buddhism have any face and majesty in these four continents and in these three realms?
Even if they want to preach, who will pay attention to them?
The only pity is that it was not him who took action himself, but Laojun who caused this scene.
"Junior brother, you are still so indifferent."
Lao Jun shook his head gently, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Among the three brothers of Sanqing, Shi Tianzun, the second brother, is the most shameless and dignified, while Tongtian, the third brother, has a free and easy character, always repaying kindness and revenge.
Buddhism bullied him like that in the past, and now that he has vented his anger, he is naturally happy.
"A saint is also a human being, and humans have seven emotions and six desires. If this is the case, why should I endure it?"
Tongtian sneered and said: "Now is not what it used to be. Without the master and the old man to hold him down, it would be to slaughter his Buddhist disciples. How dare they take revenge?!"
"Junior brother, please be careful. The matter of Pindao's disciple has not been completely resolved. For the sake of safety, no extraneous matters should be allowed."
"Safe? I think it's safest to kill these two old bald donkeys first!"
The leader of Tongtian Cult said with murderous intent: "I have disliked them for a long time. Master and I are nostalgic for our old friendship, but in my opinion, these two old bald donkeys will definitely come out to stir up trouble, and then they will be in trouble!"
"Just let me set up the Immortal Killing Sword Formation. As long as no one intervenes, I will kill them alive!"
"You are so murderous!"
A powerful and majestic voice sounded, and a purple light suddenly lit up in the Tushita Palace. Then, an old Taoist with white beard and hair and a majestic face appeared, but it was Yuanshi Tianzun of Yuxu Palace.
He looked at Laojun and Tongtian in the hall, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, third junior brother, you two kept it secret from me. If I hadn't seen the black lotus just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known what happened.
What happened?"
"Then since Black Lotus has appeared in this world, why didn't you tell Master, Senior Brother, how could you accept him as your disciple?"
"Master? It seems that, Second Senior Brother, you have not been to Zixiao Palace recently. Master is no longer here!"
Leader Tongtian said coldly: "Right now, everything depends on ourselves!"
"What did you say?!"
Yuanshi Tianzun was shocked, and his face became extremely solemn: "Say it again!"
"I said the master is gone. Who knows whether he is dead or missing. Black Lotus was born at this time again. Second Senior Brother, which side do you want to be on this time?" Tongtian Cult Leader looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with a half-smile but said.
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"How can it be?!"
Yuanshi Tianzun frowned and couldn't believe it. He looked at Laojun and was greeted by a gentle nod.
Didn't you lie to me?
Yuanshi Tianzun understands Laojun's temperament very well and will never lie to him on such a big matter.
It’s no wonder Yuanshi Tianzun didn’t know clearly that it was actually Hongjun’s Zixiao Palace. Even their direct disciples couldn’t go there without being summoned.
Then there was the Great Catastrophe of Conferring Gods. On the surface, it was a falling out between the three Qing Dynasties, but in fact it was because of Hongjun's instructions. If he hadn't given the Conferred Gods List, how would there have been any conferring of gods?
So since then, they have never been to Zixiao Palace.
"Pindao also saw Li'er, thought something in his mind, and went to Zixiao Palace. Only then did he discover that the master had disappeared without a trace."
The old gentleman said: "Junior brother Yuanshi, I'm afraid I have to borrow your Pangu flag this time. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be weak with only Dao and junior brother Tongtian."
Yuanshi Tianzun looked solemn and silent, obviously thinking about the various possibilities.
After a long time, he took a deep breath and said: "We have the same origin as the Three Pure Ones. On such a matter of life and death, I should stand together with Senior Brother and Junior Brother Tongtian."
…
Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple.
With the end of the saint's battle, everything became calm, and only Mo Li and Maitreya were left in place.
Mo Li looked at the fat monk with a cold look on his face. The fat bald donkey had been in trouble with him several times. One day he would become a quasi-sage, so he would look good.
"Maitreya, do you still want to kill me?" Li Li shouted.
"Amitabha."
Maitreya whispered the Buddha's name and said: "Donor Mo is too murderous and has fallen into the devil's path. If this continues, I'm afraid he won't end up well, so I hope you can do it for yourself."
Too murderous?!
Li Li sneered. The monster monkey caused a tsunami in the Bohai Sea, killing and injuring hundreds of millions. The golden-winged roc even devoured a whole country's creatures, gathered monsters as kings, and acted recklessly. All of this happened under their Buddhist eyes.
It's okay. He just killed the golden-winged roc that came to pick a fight. Did he fall into the devil's path?
Buddhism's ability to speak lotus flowers is truly the greatest supernatural power in the three realms!
Is it true that Buddhists are only allowed to kill people and not resist?
"It's up to you to take care of yourself!"
Li Li said coldly: "One day, I will definitely take your head with my own hands, just wait and see!"
"Donor Mo is very happy, but I hope you can survive until that day. Say goodbye."
Maitreya was not angry. In his heart, Mo Li was already about to die.
Moreover, even if he does not die, with Mo Li's Taoism, he is just a Daluo Jinxian who has just made a breakthrough. He doesn't know how many years it will take to cultivate to a quasi-sage. Not to mention, even among the quasi-sages, he, Maitreya, is not considered a quasi-sage.
What do the weak have to fear?
"Buddha from the east, where are you going?!"
Just when Maitreya was about to leave, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly appeared in front of him and stopped him.
"I am willing to admit defeat, your bet has not been paid yet!"
Zhen Yuanzi tugged on the fat monk's sleeve and said, "Hurry up and make amends to me, otherwise I won't be able to let you go today!"
He is a veteran quasi-sage. In terms of qualifications, he is of the same generation as the saints such as Jie Yin Zhunti. His Taoist and supernatural powers are much higher than Maitreya. Under this pull, it is not an easy matter for Maitreya to leave.
The corners of Maitreya's eyes twitched. This Zhen Yuanzi really didn't have the demeanor of a great supernatural being. Did he catch him in such a public way and treat him as a scoundrel?
However, he couldn't do anything. He was a quasi-sage at the peak of his existence. Unless the saint came forward, he really was no match.
"Great Immortal, please let go of the poor monk. The poor monk will not default on his debt. The bet will be sent to the Great Immortal when the poor monk returns to the West." Maitreya said patiently.
"No, no, if you go back and refuse to admit your debt, can Pindao still go to Lingshan to find you? If you don't make this bet with Pindao today, Pindao will never let you go!" Zhen Yuanzi, the Great Immortal, refused to let you go!
road.
He knows the nature of Buddhism best. As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, then Zhunti is the most shameless person. As his disciple, how can Maitreya be a good person?
It was really bad, but he couldn't do anything. If he shouted all over the world and made those two people unhappy, he might even get punished.
Maitreya was helpless and said: "The poor monk does not have that thing on his body. Great Immortal, what should I do about it?"
"It's quite simple. I ask you to be a guest at Wuzhuang Temple in Pindao for a few days and send a message to Lingshan to ask them to deliver it as soon as possible. When it comes, you can leave at the same time." Zhen Yuanzi said.
"It doesn't matter, it's up to you."
Maitreya could only agree. Zhen Yuanzi didn't want him to leave, and he really couldn't leave. The magical power of the world in his sleeve was even more powerful than his human race bag. Even if he had a twelfth-grade golden lotus of merit, he didn't have it.
Confidence disappeared. After all, the ancestor of the earth immortals, the treasure mirror of heaven and earth transformed into an earth book, is a treasure that even the saints covet.
Seeing that Maitreya was deflated, Mo Li couldn't help but reveal a smile, and said: "Great Immortal Zhenyuan, I have been treated well these days. Now that everything is over, Mo doesn't want to bother me anymore, so I will leave."
"Young friend Mo is leaving?"
Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said: "Yes, you are now a Daluo Jinxian, and you should travel to all the heavens and worlds. However, I still ask you to accept this talisman seal. I still want to use it as a gift."
Invite the children to go to Wuzhuang to appreciate the fruits."
He played a talisman and Mo Li stretched out his hand to take it and said: "The Great Immortal invites you. If Mo dares not to keep the appointment, just ask if you have anything to do."
After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.