The Great Tao Chronicle

Chapter 686 The Goddess Statue that Disappeared in the Great Dao Sect of All Heavens Chapter 686 The real world witnessed the beginning and end of the battle, and saw that the information from the Eternal Life Gate was wrong, and the demon **** had no idea of ​​targeting An Qisheng.

Finally, he glanced at Huangji Continent, and with one step, disappeared into the starry sky.

The white wolf shook his hair and followed.

The two disappeared one after the other, and never cared about the life and death of the Great Monkey.

Although the last ray of divine light dissipated, calm was restored in front of Da Shi Mountain.

"After being suppressed for so many years, you may feel a lot at this moment."

Fang Yingqiu stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the Wanlong Boat slowly going away, and faintly saw Gan Shishi standing on the building boat with a complicated expression.

He sighed slightly: "The rise of Wanfa Building is already unstoppable."

Among the ten major sects in Dongzhou, the ether sect is the strongest, followed by the Wanfa Building, both of which have supreme treasures, and have the potential to threaten the Holy Land.

In the past, the three Holy Lands, including the Great Beginning Holy Land, also suppressed these two families, and there was already a tension between them.

Today, the rising posture of Wanfalou is even stronger. The true shape of the lunar laurel and the holy body of the sun, the two coexist. If you change it to normal, I am afraid that it has already moved.

It is a pity that today's Dongzhou is no longer the world of the three holy places.

Although he has not declared the world, let alone established a sect, he is already the uncrowned king. Under such circumstances, no one dares to suppress Wanfalou.

"Maybe it's the shadow of the Ten Thousand Laws Heavenly Venerate. The inheritance of the Ten Thousand Laws is also the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. If it weren't for some reasons, I am afraid that the Ten Thousand Laws Building would already be the fourth most sacred place in Dongzhou."

The old man Yixuanfu sighed softly, but accepted the reality: "It's no surprise that I have achieved success now."

The cultivators who have endured the most pressure from heaven and earth know best how to deal with external pressure and how to change their attitude.

Young people who are just beginning to practice may still have a mind of self-respect, but they have practiced for thousands of years and have already reconciled with themselves and the world.

"Maybe there will be waves. Although Mingyue and Litian also came this time, the two of them are in charge of Mingyue and Litian's secular affairs, Qi Oracle and Mu Fenghua, the two elders, did not come."

Fang Yingqiu said half of what she said, but she didn't say more. She just ordered to go on and bring the congratulations from the sacred places of various sects and the masters of various ethnic groups together with the details.

Holding it in his own hands, he ascended the Suspended Heavenly Palace.

The Suspended Heavenly Palace used to be the center of the Great Beginning Holy Land, but now, there are only a few people who can pass through and dare to climb the Suspension Heavenly Palace.

There was silence above the floating Heavenly Palace. The divine light and rosy light that had lingered before had dissipated.

This is the breath left by An Qisheng's preaching before, and it is still the same after half a month. It is foreseeable that even after a few months, it will not dissipate for a few years.

An Qisheng's sermon lasted for seven days, and it ended smoothly. The masters of all ethnic groups also dispersed safely, not to mention friction, and there was never even a quarrel.

da da da~

Fang Yingqiu stepped on the ground, made a noise, and walked towards the hall unhurriedly.

"Friend Fang is here, you might as well come in directly."

Walking to the entrance of the main hall, the door suddenly opened, and in the middle of the grand and empty hall, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the futon, with a calm and peaceful expression:

"Why do you need to send some spiritual materials in person?"

"The number of this batch of spiritual materials is extremely large. The Wanfa Building accounts for 90% of them. Among them, there are a lot of treasured spiritual materials that you need. I feel a little uneasy about where to put them, so I had to send them in person."

Fang Yingqiu presented the Qiankun Spirit Ring, and with a slight glance, he saw the Zhongzhou Empress sitting on a chair not far away.

After the sermon, Chu Mengyao was the only one who did not leave, and the other was Qi Cang.

"So, don't bother too much."

Fang Yingqiu glanced at An Qisheng and was about to leave.

He knows that the Yuanyang King is not too old, even if he has the mind of a Taoist companion, it is not too much.

Although the female emperor of Zhongzhou has a very strong temperament, maybe it is just right to match the king of Yuanyang?

Thoughts filled his mind, he was about to leave.

But An Qisheng waved his hand: "Everything can be seen by people. Since fellow Daoists are here, you might as well sit down and talk."

His tone was flat, and Fang Yingqiuben was also a little curious, so he sat down.

"Your Excellency has been preaching for several days, but you have never clearly stated that you have broken the king's law, and you dare to say that everything can be seen by people?"

Chu Mengyao glanced at Fang Yingqiu, straightened up and asked.

Her words were sharp.

Most of the people who came this time, except for those with ghosts, came for the purpose of 'breaking the king's method'.

With the changes in the world, there are many outdated places in the past inheritance.

As for the practice, there is no room for mistakes. Naturally, the value of An Qi's "Broken King's Law" that was promoted in this world is extremely high.

"How do you know that I didn't say 'the law of breaking the king'?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm, and there was no change.

In the seven days of preaching, what he said was all his views on the realms of this world. It spanned several realms, five qi radiated the essence, and three flowers gathered on the top. His vision was not comparable to ordinary people.

If someone can truly understand the Dharma he teaches, he may be able to glimpse the way to heaven.

As for himself, the method of his foundation is different from anyone in this world, so naturally he can't talk about it, and no one will understand it.

"All right."

An Qisheng didn't explain much, just straight to the point: "Someone in your family has a relationship with me. Since you are here, I can answer you three questions."

'really'

An imperceptible movement in the depths of Chu Mengyao's eyes made her guess more clear.

As far as he knew, this Prince of Yuanyang was indifferent by nature and did not like power and wealth, but he was extremely strong and decisive.

Before the cultivation base was completed, he dared to suppress the elders of many sects in one fell swoop, and he was not afraid to offend the ten major sects and several holy places.

His own words were aimed at him, but he laughed it off, obviously because he had an inside story.

But it can't be done again. In the face of such an existence, she is reluctant to do more temptation.

After pondering for a while, he spit out a line of extremely obscure words whose pronunciation is completely different from any language today:

"Wangquan Daoist, who is it?"

what language is this?

Fang Yingqiu frowned, astonishment flashed past.

The Emperor Jiuzhou, the four seas and the ten thousand races, naturally have many languages, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to master two.

But for practitioners, this is not the case.

He is proficient in the languages ​​of all ethnic groups, and he has also dabbled in the words of the Middle Ages, the ancient times, and even the ancient mythological era, but this language is obviously not any of them.

"Did he even keep these?"

An Qisheng was a little dumbfounded, but he didn't mean anything to hide: "It's me!"

The last two words are the same as what Chu Mengyao pronounced, it is the language of the long-floating world!

Unlike Chu Mengyao's obscure and distorted voice, his voice was smoother and clearer. Comparing the two, it was like the difference between a foreigner on Xuanxing who was just learning Xuanyu and a set of broadcast hosts.

The guess in her heart had completely become a reality, Chu Mengyao was finally moved, with a look of shock on her beautiful face:

"You are really Su Hui!"

Or the Su Hui from the same place and the same era as Patriarch Guanglong!

Her mood fluctuated greatly, and Lian Fang Ying felt it, which made the latter feel shocked.

Su Hui is not a secret for ordinary monks, let alone a female emperor like Chu Mengyao, the strongest holy land in the world.

If it was just an ordinary Su Hui, how could she be so shocked?

"Is this the second question?"

An Qisheng glanced at the female cultivator with a dim light.

Although the genders are different, the temperament is different, but the height of the Tao is the same, which makes him always have a strange feeling of facing Pang Wanyang directly.

"Of course not."

Only then did Chu Mengyao calm down, and looked at An Qisheng with complex eyes: "What is the difference between your world and Huangji?"

what kind of world.

To be able to give birth to such an outstanding person as Guanglong Patriarch, Yuanyang Daoist?

"you?"

Fang Yingqiu stroked her long beard with her hands, she was surprised, who else was there?

"the difference"

An Qisheng pondered for a while, and in his mind came the knowledge of the two worlds, everyone and things. After a while, he answered:

"Perhaps the biggest difference is the split. The split between mortals and monks is too much for Huangji."

The biggest difference between a world with real practice and a world with only subtle spiritual energy is not in cultivation techniques and wisdom.

It's about the social form.

As soon as An Qisheng recalled, he realized the biggest difference between the two worlds, and even between the worlds he did.

In the long-floating world, even the martial arts masters who are as strong as the gods have never been completely separated from the mortal world, even if there are some sects who have the bad habit of 'breaking the vulgarity'.

In the human world, the division between people and monks is already very serious, but Gu Changfeng opened up the Yinsi City God system and forcibly pulled each other in with incense, erasing a lot of these divisions.

Only Wanyang Realm.

Ordinary people and monks, even if they are of the same race, seem to be two distinct species.

A monk is an existence that can truly be independent from the world.

Even a hundred years of family and friendship can't match the polishing of thousands of years. A monk is a truly unique and unfeeling existence.

The ancient emperors, ancient and modern supreme, there are too many people who want to reverse this state, sects, holy places, and dynasties came into being.

Unfortunately, until now, there is a gap that cannot be bridged between monks and ordinary people.

This is the most ingrained and unshakable class he has seen across the world.

All people can choose is to join it, or to live by it, there is no other choice.

When he judged with Emperor Tianding, he once said that this was purgatory.

On one side, ninety-nine percent of all living beings must look to one to survive, and it is the only place with value. If it is not purgatory, what is?

"Separation?"

Fang Yingqiu automatically skipped the words that he didn't understand before, caught the key point, and couldn't help asking, "What impact does this have on the world?"

Chu Mengyao glanced at Fang Yingqiu, you old guy can grab a word.

"very many."

An Qisheng nodded, but didn't say much, just said one point: "For example, inheritance."

"inherited?"

Chu Mengyao's eyes moved: "Huangji has been inherited for 30 million years. Does your world have an even older inheritance?"

"Huangji has a population of hundreds of millions of Beijing trillions and a history of 30 million years, but this is a stage for a few people, and it is not a civilization for most people.

There is no need to look back 30 million years, just say that thousands of years ago, you remember Tianding Emperor, remember the fourteenth, remember the imperial court, and remember the Holy Land of Litian.

But do you still remember worldly things? Can mortals ever exist in any other records except the records of "Tianqing"? "

An Qisheng's voice is not high, but it has some kind of powerful infectious power.

There was a sense of vicissitudes of time in his words, Chu Mengyao and Fang Yingqiu listened, but they seemed to see the river of time rolling in front of them.

It even seemed to see scenes from the past.

"Your long history is destined to be history, not inheritance."

An Qisheng's eyes were deep, and he sorted out his income from several realms, and said slowly:

"The mighty years, the things you left behind are too little, too little."

This is not just a broom.

The broom is self-preserving in any world, any civilization, any force and individual, but, with the passage of time, some things will eventually spread.

The Emperor's Continent will not!

Any heritage site, inheritance, is forbidden to ordinary people. Even if someone is lucky enough to inherit it, it will never be passed on.

Instead, it will be passed down from generation to generation until it is lost, and then after a long period of time, it will be picked up by others, and it will repeat endlessly.

The reason why all souls are all souls is that spirituality is the most precious, and the infinite ordinary people who have been excluded from history, their spirituality is also extremely precious.

A world that truly integrates all spirituality and has been passed down for thousands of years is definitely not like the Wanyang Realm.

Combing the past and comparing the worlds, An Qisheng is very clear that some things, if not long, must be better than short, the strong still have shortcomings, and the seemingly insignificant ones also have greatness.

The real ancient times do not depend on how long you exist, but what you leave behind.

Inadvertently, he recalled Xuanxing, the past life, their history is far from being compared with Wanyangjie, and also has various drawbacks and mistakes.

But some things are truly passed down.

Even if you think it's gone, it's still there.

For example, many people who have never learned the art of war must know what it means to besiege Wei and save Zhao, what is to break the boat and sink the boat, what is to try hard to survive, and what is to fight against the odds

What is an inheritance that is only circulated among a few specific groups of people, and is sometimes cut off?

"There's too little left, but what should be left?"

Chu Mengyao and Fang Yingqiu fell into silence~www.wuxiaspot.com~ had many thoughts in their hearts.

For a time, even Chu Mengyao himself didn't know whether he got the answer he wanted.

"I can't answer this question."

An Qisheng didn't say anything else, closed his eyes slightly, and his breath was condensed: "There is one last question. After asking, you can go."

"call!"

Chu Mengyao took a deep breath, cut off other distractions, stared at An Qisheng's expression, and asked the last question:

"Is your Taiji handed down from your ancestors?"

"no."

An Qisheng lowered his eyelids, covering his eyes, and said slowly:

"I passed him on."