At the top of the gods, the situation is changing.
With the emergence of five mysterious maps, the Xiao Huang debate has been led in another direction.
The purpose of this meeting was accomplished, and Yama, the dead ghost of the piano, left the scene first and sped away.
Seeing this, Feng Chenzi and Di Yang looked at each other.
Feng Chenzi suddenly said: "Sage, it's time to return the things we borrowed from businessmen in the past."
The saintly Confucian glanced at Di Yang and then at Feng Chenzi. He understood the meaning of the matter and the entanglement of grudges. He smiled and said: "My friend, can you tolerate it for a while? I have been tired lately, and my heart has suddenly Pain, fear of recurrence of old disease, still need to regulate yin and yang qi."
Feng Chenzi pondered, and he knew what he meant. The heartache was just an excuse. The real heartache lay in Wan Nian Cang.
Sure enough, the sage Confucian Ziqian said again: "Everyone, Yi Zhenhuan Wan Nian Cang has been born. It is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. He behaves strangely, so be careful."
As soon as these words came out, the heroes were shocked, and the Buddha was also moved.
In the past, Wan Nian Cang dominated the world, and his talents and talents were unmatched. The three religions bowed their heads, and even the saint Qiu Zi had to bow his head, which shows his power.
Venerable Ajia said: "Friends Feng Chenzi and Ziqian, at this time, the three religions should work together to fight the coming disaster. We must not be greedy for old feelings and ignore the teachings."
The sage Confucian nodded his head dryly when he meant something, but Feng Chenzi was not happy when he heard this.
He was used to the world and had a sophisticated ear, but he couldn't listen to these great principles and important things. He didn't want to waste words and walked away.
After leaving the summit of the gods, he did not stop at the Taoist gate. He disappeared in a blink of an eye and left a voice: "In one month, I will go to Chuyang Mountain in person. I hope you will not break your promise and postpone it again."
But Feng Chenzi, who was hugging the yin and yang, came out of the top of the gods, turned into light and galloped towards the appointed place. When he was halfway, he suddenly felt his soul shaking, his body was unstable, and he was about to collapse.
He stopped immediately and wondered: Well... there is a difference in the main body and it affects the clone. What happened?
Just when he was puzzled, a majestic figure suddenly flashed through his mind and disappeared in an instant.
However, at that moment, the look cast by that majestic figure made him feel chilled.
"It's Sanfeng Shizun, a monster. I can't lose my body. It is the key to check and balance Sanfeng Shizun in the future and prevent it from getting out of control. Now, who can help me stabilize my body and suppress my soul? Well... maybe It’s only you, Wan Nian Cang!”
As his mind turned, a person appeared, and then he turned to a boundless sea.
"It's helpless, Yue Xi, don't blame me for breaking the appointment. Fortunately, there is Di Yang in charge, although he may not be able to kill Yama, the ghost of Qin, so he should be safe."
Speeding along the light, non-stop all the way, non-stop for a moment, reaching the boundless sea.
Feng Chenzi stood in mid-air, watching the rolling waves and the bamboo forest swaying like the sea. The scenery remained the same. Looking at the people on the cliff, they look like stone, praying for their return.
"Elven Weiyu, sister, I am back, and the person you are waiting for is also back. You have been waiting so hard, so hard!"
With a long sigh, the fluttering figure descended into the three thousand bamboo forest.
I heard him chant:
“Half life is yin and yang, half life is fate, half life is cultivation and half life is mystery.
Wandering in the world of mortals, I realize the wind and dust, and return to the legend of Taiyi Dongwang. "
The bamboo forest is quiet and quiet, and the bamboo shadows are also quiet. Walking in it, my heart and feelings are quiet, and I don't realize that I have reached the end.
Seeing the clouds and mist lingering, the water vapor transpiring, and the brilliance shining on it, it is like a dream or illusion, and it seems fake but real.
Feng Chenzi took a step forward and suddenly felt that space and time were changing. Listen to the running water falling thousands of feet, splashing water mist that covers your eyes; listen to the laughter and laughter, full of truth and wisdom.
He walked out from the flowing water and stepped into the fairyland. When he saw a man in the pavilion, leaning on his head and doing something, raising a cup and drinking tea, he was shocked: the source of evil has existed for thousands of generations.
Kuang Qianshi smiled and said: "Friend, you are a visitor again in this fairyland. I recognize you, Feng Chenzi, who embraces the yin and the yang. In the past, the three paths joined forces to fight against my demon source clone and blew it up. With such cultivation, It’s not bad, please sit down.”
He took a cup, poured a cup of tea, and placed it on the opposite side. Although the Taoist heroes are enemies, they are worthy of respect.
At the bottom of the pool, Wan Nian Cang smiled and said: "Haha, my little brother is here. I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much. Take a seat. Today we won't talk about grudges, only romance."
Feng Chenzi said: "Brother, I came here to ask for something..."
"Shhh... Needless to say, I know what you want. Don't worry, nothing will happen until you leave the world. Take a seat."
He knew at a glance what was true and false. His body was unstable and his soul was in turmoil. He was in big trouble.
Feng Chenzi felt that he had indeed returned to normal. He sat opposite Moyuan Kuang Qianshi, drank a cup of tea, and felt comfortable and relaxed.
Suddenly he heard the sound of dripping. He looked up and saw an hourglass hanging, with grains of sand falling slowly for time.
"Huh? Strange, when did you get the hourglass timepiece?"
Just when he was confused, he suddenly heard movement behind the running water.
Mo Yuankuang Qianshi smiled and said: "It's strange, it's strange, my friend is very secretive here, but people are coming one after another today."
The three of them looked around and were surprised to see a blue figure slowly walking out of the flowing water...
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The top of the gods.
As the ghost Yama and Feng Chenzi left one by one, people's hearts have dispersed, and there is no need to continue this meeting.
The sage Confucian said: "Everyone, the affairs in our religion are complicated. Please take the first step."
Venerable Ajia also said: "Sage, please be patient. I have something to discuss with you. Let's come together. Everyone, please."
"please."
Saint Confucian Ziqian and Venerable Ajia came out of the summit of the gods together, each went to where the Buddha and Confucianism were stationed to signal, and then turned into light and left.
In the wilderness, the two of them walked slowly.
Venerable Ajia said: "In recent years, Buddhism has been undergoing constant changes. First, demons from the Buddha came out of the world to disrupt the Buddhist world. The demons tried the seven laws to cross the Buddha's heart. Although they were restrained by the eight questions of the Buddha's voice, it was still difficult and difficult to cross.
Recently, another incident occurred in Jiajia Mountain in the South China Sea, and the hidden world wish such as the Great Harmony Wish caused a dispute among the Buddhist orthodoxy. The sea of blood and murder caused by Xunming in the past days and nights may fall on me. "
At this point, Venerable Ajia let out a long and sad sigh.
The sage Confucian was meditating deeply, and knowing what he meant, he must have something to seek for, and said: "The three teachings are essentially one. If a friend has difficulties, it's okay to just talk."
Venerable Ajia said: "Among the Buddhists, there are very few people I trust. If I encounter disaster in the future, please ask my friends to rescue me."
"nature."
The two talked for a while, and when they came to a fork in the road, they each took care of themselves and went their separate ways.
From behind, Zihua and Jiang Cai followed. There were also Buddhist disciples who followed Venerable Aga.
Zihua said: "Senior brother, how did the meeting go?"
The holy Confucian glanced at him, and after a moment he said: "Discuss some things, agree on some things, and prohibit some things. However, verbal discussions should not be taken seriously. In fact, in the end, it still depends on strength."
Whoever is strong will have strong words.
The three of them turned into light, flew across the sky, and headed towards Chuyang Mountain. In the middle of the journey, I suddenly saw ghostly energy rising into the sky, blocked by formations, and helplessly landed on the mountain peak not far away.
The holy Confucian frowned and shouted: "Who is blocking the way?"
A group of ghostly energy flew out from the mountain, transformed into an elegant scholar in the sky, shook his bone fan gently, and felt confident.
I heard him say: "I know that I have met the Confucian sage, and I am here to see you off. Please."
With a word of "please", I suddenly saw the four sides of the mountain peaks, with ghostly energy rising into the sky, cutting off the earth's veins and cutting off the sky.
In the formation, a suppressing force suddenly appeared, and the three saints and Confucians were suppressed. Their bodies and foundations were all affected, and their strength was less than 50%.
In an instant, four ghosts formed a formation and transformed into a ghost prison on earth, trying to kill the three saints and Confucians.
"Hmph, delusion." The sage was angry, drew his virtue sword, gathered his strength and slashed, instantly breaking through a corner of the formation.
Upon seeing this, Fuzhizhi immediately entered the formation and fought against the three saints.
At the corner of the formation that was broken, another ghostly spirit quickly stepped forward to maintain the operation of the formation again.
"How can you alone defeat me? Defeat."
After several rounds of fighting, Fuzhi was surrounded by dangers. At the moment when De's sword fell into the sky, the strange sound of the piano was heard again, sweeping the world and stirring up the storm.
The sage Confucian felt something bad: Yama, the dead ghost of the piano...
