The Great Tao Chronicle

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The great sun rises in the east, and the golden halo dyes the sky, banishes the darkness, and descends into the world.

The imperial city in the middle of winter is the coldest, and at this time the sky is only bright, it is the coldest time of the day.

On Jingyuan Street in the 73rd district of the Imperial City, there were pedestrians like weaving, some dancing ligers and tigers, some beating drums, and there were ribbons hanging everywhere, making it extraordinarily lively.

"There is a **** in the family, and no external demons can invade!"

The noisy crowd roamed the streets, breaking the silence of the early morning.

In the 'Fengming Tower' where the smoke was rising, a scholar in a green shirt pushed open the window on the third floor, looked down at the noisy street, and his eyes were gloomy: "Are you asking for a new god?"

The Confucian frowned.

In the past eighteen years, he has seen such a scene many times, and the residents and monks in the imperial capital have also seen it frequently.

Not only the imperial capital, the Lingquan Dao, but also all the Dao, prefectures, and prefectures in the world have similar ceremonies.

This ceremony is also known as 'please the gods'.

Invite the 'God' from the 'Yuanyang Temple' home to protect the whole family.

"Dare to ask this brother-in-law, where did this ritual of inviting the gods first come from?"

The window next door was also pushed open, and the emaciated middle-aged man looked at the scholar with a solemn expression, cupped his hands and asked, "I have come from afar, what is the matter in the prefecture?" ' rumors spread widely..."

"Brother is polite."

The Confucian returned a ceremony and said: "This is no secret, this 'invitation to the gods' ceremony was carried out by the imperial dynasty, if not for this, it would never have spread widely in just eighteen years.

I heard that eighteen years ago, the crown prince succeeded to the throne and reformed the old system. I heard that this 'please God' was a kind of 'dizhi' learned from the previous dynasty. In recent years, it has been very popular among some common people and even low-level monks.

Every time a new **** is launched, it will soon spread all over the world. "

"Earth only..."

The middle-aged man's face sank, and he smiled again: "So that's the case, thank you brother for clarifying the confusion..."

After all, the middle-aged man closed the window.

Looking back at the black-robed boy who was silent in the room, he bowed slightly and said: "Shen Zun, many heretic gods and outsiders really came from the Great Zhou court... Maybe the rumor is true, that Long Xingyi If you really get that person's inheritance, you have to recast the 'Earth Only'."

"It won't be a recast of 'Earth Only'."

The black-robed youth's face was as deep as iron, his tone was as sonorous as gold and iron, and there seemed to be iron and blood spilling out when he spoke: "All the way, you have only seen these 'pseudo-gods' sheltering ordinary people, but you have ignored a more important point!"

"God Venerable?"

The middle-aged man is puzzled.

"Cultivator!"

The black-robed youth flicked his sleeves, and the sluggish young man fell into the middle of the two while the invisible force fluctuated.

"What method do you cultivate? What way? What school and faction do you learn from, and who is the teacher?"

As the black-robed boy asked in a deep voice, the dull-looking young man raised his head and said dumbly, "I, I cultivate the 'Ghost Town World Dao'. to..."

Before the youth could finish speaking, the middle-aged man's expression had changed drastically several times, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes: "Someone, someone, in the name of a god, spread the new law in the world?!"

call!

The black-robed young man swung his hand and drove the young man into the void. He just moved his five fingers, and a ray of qi that was different from any aura in this world was pinched at his fingertips.

"This this......"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and there was a slight chill behind him: "Could it be those **** emperors? I want to take the opportunity..."

"This qi is like Buddha and Tao, but it is neither Buddha nor Tao. It seems to have the strengths of all Taos, but it has the strangeness of being unclear about the Tao..."

The black-robed youth muttered to himself slightly, and the light in his eyes kept changing:

"What's even weirder is that these 'pseudo-god' methods are neither written nor word-of-mouth. It seems that as long as someone pays homage to the gods, they can get it naturally...

Such a way of preaching is similar to Buddhism, but it is much more terrifying! "

The black robe's eyes were obscure, and his heart was condensed, even terrifying.

Since ancient times, there have been many people who want to spread the Dharma in the human world. Although there are not many successful people like the Confucian master, there are still some.

But it has never been so loud.

They came all the way, and they saw no less than a thousand kinds of 'false gods', and their footprints even covered all Taos. The state, government, and even under the impetus of the imperial court, spread to thousands of households.

However, these "pseudo-gods" teach the Dharma without writing or dictation. They do not know how to practice or know how to write. Even a deaf-blind person can obtain the method of practice in the process of visiting the statues!

Because of this, in just 18 years, this method has been widely circulated in the world. Although no real master has appeared until now, it has a tendency to shake the Tao and the Buddha.

Without him, the dissemination is too wide, and the practitioners are too many.

This is especially terrifying for him who knows the true intention of 'God and Demons'.

"Then, the person behind this..."

The middle-aged man only felt his scalp tingling and couldn't help but say, "What shall we do?"

"call!"

The black-robed boy slowly exhaled a turbid breath: "Someone, here we come."

Da da da!

As soon as the black-robed boy finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

The middle-aged man was startled. Before the knock on the door, he didn't even notice anyone approaching.

boom!

The door opened, and a red shadow stepped into the house, clasped his hands together, and looked at the black-robed boy with a half-smile: "Candle Dragon Walker, do you still remember the old man?"

"You?! Old... not right."

The black-robed youth's pupils shrank, and the whole person slammed and then tilted for a moment. First, he was shocked, and then he reacted, but the whole person stood up in embarrassment: "You are, Red Boy!"

The Candle Dragon Walker was trembling in his heart, and he didn't dare to look at the familiar face.

Mount Sumeru is respected by the three Buddhas, followed by the Four Great Bodhisattvas, the Five Great Vajras, the Eight Great Jalans, and the Eighteen Arhats.

Without him, this Red Boy King Kong is the first person under the ancient sage, Xumi Lafayette, with his supreme supernatural powers, the 'monster' formed by enlightening that group of 'karmic fire'.

The fire of karma is the fire of the sins of heaven and earth. This fire can burn the Buddha into ashes, and can destroy all the gods in the world. Nothing is inflammable, and everything is inextinguishable. The horror is unparalleled.

"Seventy thousand years ago, it's hard for the candle dragon walker to remember the little monk."

The red boy combined the eleven ceremony, and the candle dragon walker did not dare to connect.

Then he smiled slightly to explain his purpose: "The little monk came here this time to borrow the 'candlelight' from the traveler."

The candle dragon walker, born in the blood of the death of the candle dragon, ranks among the five emperors of the emperor, and its strength is not as good as his eight divisions, and the ten directions are even inferior.

But its status is extremely high, and it even ranks first among the five practitioners of the divine court.

It's because of the 'candlelight'.

The candle shines on all realms, the Dharma eye cannot escape!

"Candle photos?!"

The Candle Dragon Walker's expression changed slightly, and then he calmed down and said solemnly: "Donkey Kong should know what this magical power means to the god."

Candlelight is a holy magical power!

It is the magical power possessed by the ancient candle dragon, and with this magical power, one can even glimpse the mysteries of the saints.

When the candle dragon died and was reborn again, he even lost this magical power!

In his life, this magical power can only be used ten times, and this limit will not even be restored with his rebirth!

"The little monk naturally understands."

The red boy smiled and nodded, looking at the candle dragon walker with a vigilant face, slowly spreading his palm, a young and tiny branch slowly rose: "In exchange for this, what do the walkers think?"

This branch has seven colors, the branches are tender, and they seem to be broken with a slight touch.

But the moment this branch appeared, the candle dragon walker and the middle-aged man couldn't help but look fascinated, and their souls seemed to be immersed in it, and the shock was incomparable.

After a long time, the candle dragon walker just recovered from the shock, and his voice was astringent: "The seed of the seven treasures wonderful tree!"

"Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!"

The middle-aged man's body was shaking like chaff, his eyes were frightened and greedy, and he could not wait to swallow the tree seed in one bite.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree is the first supernatural power since ancient times.

No controversy!

This is not just because of that turmoil, the old Buddha used this tree to wipe out the world's greatest supernatural powers such as "the universe in the sleeve", "five-color divine light", "Dingyi dragon-shaped three-three-style".

It is also because, at the beginning of the birth of this supernatural power, it has attracted all the saints to come, and some saints have bluntly said that the subtlety of this supernatural power is no longer a saint!

"I......"

Candle Dragon Walker opened his mouth to speak, but paused again, only to feel his throat itching and unable to speak.

Even if the temptation of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was unparalleled, he would never be willing to use 'Candle Light'!

Because, Candlelight is not only a magical power~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but also his life!

Ten candles are ten lives.

He wanted to refuse, but when he looked at the small and lovely Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree with hazy light and shadow, his heart trembled, but he nodded heavily, exhaling like a cow: "...To serve the Buddha is the result of Zhulong's three lives. Fortunately, how dare you ask for magical powers?"

Candle Dragon's heart dripped blood.

But he had to squeeze out a smile and refused to send the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree to his door. Although his supernatural powers were good, how could he dare to ask for it?

"The walker is so polite, the Buddha knows it, and he must also praise it in his heart."

Hongtong nodded slightly, put away the seed of supernatural power in the extremely complicated eyes of the two, and said: "I don't know when the walker will be able to take out the 'candlelight'?"

"...in a moment."

Zhulong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he turned his back abruptly and didn't look at the red-robed monk again. He gritted his teeth in his heart, but he raised his hand, and the five fingers that gave birth to the glory suddenly inserted into his chest.

"what!"

With a scream that was suppressed but still terrifying, Zhulong fell to the ground, sweating like pulp, and his face was as white as paper.

The blood-filled palm spread out, and handed a black and gold-filled vertical pupil, the size of a fist, to Hongtong, his voice was hoarse and weak: "I am not a candle dragon mythical beast, the candle light can only see the 'now', and cannot see the 'past''. future'......."

"Don't forget Donkey Kong, you must be sure that the person is in the world, otherwise..."

"Good, good!"

The red boy bowed long, and the rolling Buddha's power poured into the huge wound on Zhulong's chest.

When Zhulong exhaled and got up, he disappeared into the restaurant.

call!

In the midst of nothingness, Hongtong clasped his hands together, sandwiched the 'eyeball' between his palms, and recited in his heart:

"...Buddha's only heart...Supreme, Awakened One!"