The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

"When the sky is impermanent, the earth is impermanent, but the living beings can have a persistent heart. The Tao is solid, and the Tao is constant. Although the Tao has no fixed number, it has theorem..."

In the small courtyard of the saints, nine disciples sat in a row before the saints, listening to the teachings of the saints, and each preaching the Dao.

Rao Sun Wukong, who usually has no respect for the saints, is sitting on a futon obediently at this time, frowning slightly while listening to Yuanshi Tianzun explaining the Dao.

Tianyan Daozi stood at the gate of the courtyard, a ray of light flew out of his sleeve, and it was Yang Jian who came out of the chaotic clock and stood side by side with Tianyan Daozi.

"How is the state of Heaven?" Yang Jian said so.

Daozi Tianyan shook his head with a smile, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to bless the monks like last time."

"Well," Yang Jian put his hands behind his back and lowered his head in thought for a while.

Daozi Tianyan sized Yang Jian up and said, "Do you still remember what you saw when we first met in the Chaos Clock?"

"Xihe?"

"Well, let's use this chess piece this time. With Xihe and Lu under pressure, although Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi won't fight back, it should be able to reduce the threat a little."

"Try it, if we can reduce the opponent's combat power a little, our chances of winning will be a little better. By the way, do you know what kind of skills Pan Shen practiced back then?"

Daozi Tianyan pondered for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know, but what should be majored in is the Eighty-nine Mysterious Art created by the Father God. Why, what did you realize?"

"I don't get much," Yang Jian sighed softly, and then his eyes showed a little blankness. "It's just a faint feeling that there are not only the two paths of Rongdao and Xeon after the consummation of the saints, but there may be other paths. It's just that the saints who have come since ancient times have been misled by the strongest."

"Oh? Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"

"It's a feeling, I can't tell," Yang Jian shook his head, and a few beautiful shadows flashed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help showing a little chuckle, "Cultivators are not married couples, don't you think the strongest are too philandering?"

Daozi Tianyan was speechless for a while, and glared at Yang Jian, "How come you are starting to lose your dignity."

"Relax the pressure," Yang Jian shrugged and pointed at the gate of the courtyard. "My apprentice will come out later, you can give me a few more words of admonition, I can't let it go. At this time, it is tentatively scheduled to start to conquer the lost ground in half a year. I will call various people to discuss this matter."

"good."

With a creak, Yang Jian pushed open the courtyard door and left quietly.

Returning to Hongmeng, the name has no special meaning, it just means literally—returning to Honghuang Wubuzhou.

Riding on a white cloud, I traveled around Nanzhou for half a day, and saw that the ordinary places were still singing and dancing, and those monks hiding in the deep mountains and wild forests were still working hard to practice.

Because the news that they are about to counterattack and go back has been reported before, the monks are obviously more energetic than when they first fell to this place.

But it is not a one-day effort to recover the lost land. Although the prehistoric desolate was defeated very quickly before, it took a lot of effort to clean up the ghost army in one world after another, restore the great formations in various places, and revitalize the world.

It is always easier to destroy than to rebuild.

After observing the state of the Great Desolate Cultivators, Yang Jian has no reason to continue to delay the battle.

Turning over his palm, a bloody token landed on his palm, with the word 'Hong' engraved on it.

Crush the token, and a smear of blood circled around Yang Jian's palm, and then turned into dozens of streamers of light, flying into the sky and into the ground, flying to all places in the prehistoric world.

In the Chaos Sea, in the Huoyun Cave, and around the saint's courtyard, a person who received the blood light all heard Yang Jian's voice.

"Deliberations in the underworld."

In an instant, streams of light rushed into Nanfang Buzhou, and a breath of power filled the underworld as soon as they appeared.

Underworld, Fengdu City.

Yang Jian appeared under the six-path reincarnation disk, and Yan Luo, the tenth hall, also received an order from Yang Jian. At this time, he hastily called all the ghosts to build a high platform directly under the six-path reincarnation disk.

Seeing Yang Jian, Lord Yan of the Ten Palaces and the Ghost Emperors of the Five Fangs hurried forward and bowed in unison.

"Meet the lord!"

"I have seen the true king!"

Yang Jian made a gesture of support, and said: "Thank you fellow Taoists for arranging this place, I will go to meet the two saints and empresses first."

After saying that, Yang Jian turned around and flew to the six reincarnation disks, and a beam of light from top to bottom connected Yang Jian to it.

Since the beginning of the war that day, Empress Nuwa and Empress Houtu have been guarding the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

When the way of heaven collapsed with the destruction of the heavenly court, it was the six-path reincarnation disk that protected the main body of the way of heaven and became the key thing carrying the way of heaven.

Yang Jian has seen the manifested True Spirit River several times. When flowing through the prehistoric era, the True Spirit River diverged into a small tributary, and these tributaries merged into a river in the prehistoric world. This is the power of the six reincarnations.

Most of the area of ​​the river of true spirits corresponds to the true spirits that flash past in the sea of ​​chaos. Most of these true spirits have less than 1% chance to turn into living creatures and go through a slightly difficult life in the sea of ​​chaos.

However, the part of the true spirit that has entered the prehistoric world can continue to reincarnate and become living beings until the true spirit transcends or dies.

Going up against the long river of true spirits, Taisu, Taiji, and Taishi all straddle the long river of true spirits.

how so? It's just because these three great worlds and the post-Taichu era were not created by anyone, but were gradually built by creatures similar to the Chaos Spirit Race, and after a long period of evolution, they gradually built a great world of cultivation.

At that time, there may also be existences similar to the six realms of reincarnation, maintaining the stability of the great world; or maybe all living beings are practicing Taoism, and the true spirit will either die before immortality, or enjoy immortality.

The most powerful people look down on Honghuang, and there is a little contempt in their words when they mention Honghuang, which is understandable.

But Honghuang also has its uniqueness. As long as the six realms of reincarnation exist, giving thousands of years to the prehistoric and desolate lands, and allowing living beings to spread across the barren land, this is the great merit of the six realms of earth body incarnation.

The true spirit is the foundation of the tangible world, and it can also be regarded as the value of the existence of the tangible world.

If there is no true spirit, existence and non-existence in this world will be meaningless...

With these somewhat complicated thoughts in his mind, Yang Jian looked up and saw the palace among the clouds.

Empress Nuwa was also stationed here, and Houtu couldn't let Empress Nuwa sit by the river with him, so naturally she had to pay attention to some ostentation.

Yang Jian went there with a cloud, and several little fairies in Wa Palace saluted forward, leading Yang Jian into the gate of the palace.

"I've seen your mother," Yang Jian said, and Nuwa and Houtu, who were sitting behind the screen, also got up and returned a salute to Yang Jian.

Just listen to Empress Nuwa say: "Remove the screen."

"Yes," several fairies moved forward, moved the screen away, served Yang Jian tea and an incense burner, and then obediently stopped aside.

Houtu asked softly, "Are you going to start a counterattack?"

"Well," Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the dream just now when he saw the sister he recognized.

In fact, he didn't have much affection for Liuya. In his impression, Liuya was always that thin, weak and small girl, and he mostly treated him as a younger sister.

But now, it is hard to say whether Honghuang will have a tomorrow; even if he defeats Xu Mo next, if he cannot break through to the Xeon Realm or take a step forward in the Saint Realm, the destruction of the Honghuang will be irreversible.

In this case, why hurt people? A little promise can be exchanged for a woman who I also care about, so why not do it?

"Niangniang, sister... I have a vague feeling that someone has been watching this place, playing the Six Paths of Reincarnation," Yang Jian said, "If there is a counterattack this time, it will be a decisive battle with no way out. Not only we have no way out, Xu Mo has no way out either."

The two saints and empresses nodded solemnly.

Nuwa frowned slightly, "Now the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk is still running, and it can't be moved, what should I do?"

Hou Tu thought for a while, and then said: "As long as the Six Paths of Reincarnation is still in the underworld, you can be reincarnated by its projection. If there is a big war later, why not put away the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk and hide it under the eighteenth floor of hell, so that Daoist friends and I can fight together."

"No," Yang Jian shook his head immediately, "I was thinking of sending more people to guard this place."

"But... there are so many saints on the other side," Hou Tu said with a little worry in his eyes, "In these few contests, you are fighting against the crowd with one, and you have to face the most powerful Xu Mo..."

"I practice warfare, and I was born for war," Yang Jian smiled casually, "During this catastrophe, it happened to be the time when I was in the limelight. After the catastrophe is over, I will be able to live in peace and comfort. Well, sister, if necessary, you can put away the six-path reincarnation disk, or you can make a fake one to confuse the other party."

The two saints and empresses nodded slightly, but they could only follow Yang Jian's suggestion.

Yang Jian pondered for a while, and said again: "There are still many Buddhist soldiers here in the Buddhist sect. In the past, the Buddhist sect once robbed the six reincarnation discs, and we have to guard against it at this time."

Empress Nuwa frowned slightly, "Although Buddhism and Taoism have many grievances and grievances, in today's catastrophe, we should not guard against Buddhism everywhere, so as not to chill the hearts of Buddhist aspiring people."

"I'm not targeting Buddhism, but I still can't fully believe it."

Yang Jian smiled helplessly, and then chuckled softly, "Maybe I don't have a good impression of Buddhism, but Buddhism is not completely under the control of the guiding Taoist at this time."

"It seems that there is no flaw in it, but in fact it is a mixed bag. From ancient times to ancient times, Buddhism has often recruited some monks with bad conduct in order to strengthen itself."

"Not to mention the notorious Mosquito Taoist who died at the hands of Chanjiao, but the many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist sect today are somewhat inexplicable in their predecessors and feet. If there are pawns of the most powerful people mixed in, and they are in high positions, it is not impossible. We must always be careful."

This remark also made the two sages and empresses a little wary of Buddhism.

Indeed, no matter how much the teachings of Buddhism persuade people to be good, among the masters of Buddhism, there are still people who have done bad things in the past, and "become a Buddha immediately" just by saying "put down the butcher knife".

"good."

Nu Wa sighed lightly, and did not refute further.

Yang Jian swept out the six reincarnation disks with his spiritual sense, and saw that all the people who were supposed to come had gathered around the high platform that was just built a moment ago, so he took a sip of tea and stood up.

"Do you two ladies want to come together?"

Nuwa and Houtu looked at each other and smiled, shaking their heads.

Yang Jian made a bow, turned around and walked away. His Taoist robe fluttered slightly, and the little jade gourd with long hair shone lightly.

PS: Today is still... five o'clock, cough, cough cough (weak) day... ah...