As soon as Taoist Tongtian arrived at Buzhou Mountain, he saw the Wu tribe's team lined up at the foot of the mountain. He patted Kui Niu's neck and motioned him to move forward.
"Di Jiang (Houtu) has met Daoist fellow Shangqing."
Seeing Taoist Tongtian coming on an ox, Zuwu Emperor Jiang and Houtu took the lead in saying hello, showing their identity as the local masters.
"Tongtian has met two fellow Taoists, Di Jiang and Hou Tu."
Tongtian came closer, got off the cow's back, swung his fly whisk, and nodded.
At this time, he looked past the two ancestral witches and saw the majestic and high-spirited Wu Clan soldiers behind them. He couldn't help but praise: "The Wu Clan soldiers are truly the most powerful soldiers in the world!"
"Fellow Daoist Shangqing is overly praised."
Speaking of the soldiers of the Wu Clan, Di Jiang couldn't help but show a bit of pride, especially the group of sergeants behind him. They were all elites selected from various tribes. They often met with powerful people from all walks of life and represented the face of the Wu Clan.
Therefore, when selecting them, they not only focus on strength and physique, but also take into account height and demeanor. Once such carefully selected Wu clan soldiers line up in formation, they will be truly majestic and pleasing to the eye.
Houtu is very different from other ancestral witches. Due to the physical shape of the witch clan, the first impression given by other ancestral witches is that they are tall, strong, and domineering, while the ancestral witch Houtu gives people a soft and kind feeling. The feeling is just like the love and breadth of the earth.
After her eldest brother Di Jiang exchanged simple greetings with Taoist Master Shangqing, she said at the right time: "Since we parted ways in Zixiao Palace, Taoist Master Shangqing's demeanor has become even better than in the past. I think his cultivation has reached a higher level."
Hou Tu's words were not a compliment, but a sincere admiration. She could see that Shangqing Tongtian was far more powerful than when Taozu preached, and he was probably on the road to beheading corpses.
Perhaps because of his fellow disciples, Tongtian was much kinder to Houtu than to Dijiang. He smiled and said, "Taozu has cultivated him so much. If Tongtian's cultivation still stagnates, then he can only say that he is a disgrace to Taozu." .”
The three people in the Zixiao Palace, Shangqing, all worshiped the Taoist ancestor as their master, and were given the Hongmeng Purple Qi and the innate treasure. This matter has been spread throughout the world, so Tongtian's attitude is extremely frank.
Di Jiang did not expect Tongtian to be so forthright, so he felt that the highest purity among the three pure spirits was very suitable. He laughed loudly and said: "Fellow Taoist Tongtian is really an honest man. I think Taoist fellow Taoist came here this time to pay homage to Pangu's father." God, please come up to the mountain.”
"boom"
The Wu Clan team uniformly moved a step to the side to make way for an aisle.
Seeing this, Tongtian also knew that this was the etiquette of the Wu clan, so he returned the favor and said, "Thank you, Taoist friend Dijiang."
"Fellow Taoist Tongtian, please don't be so polite. You and I are both descendants of Pangu. Now that you have come to Buzhou Mountain, we, the Wu Clan, will naturally have to show our friendship as landlords."
As the leader of the witch clan and the eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang naturally knew the necessity of making friends with the great masters of the ancient world, and this Taoist Tongtian might also be a saint in the future.
Suddenly he changed his tone and said: "In today's prehistoric times, there are more and more people who know the way of heaven. The number of people who come to Buzhou Mountain to worship has been greatly reduced. Fellow Taoists should come to visit often in the future."
Hearing Di Jiang's words, Tongtian was stunned. He heard the loss in Di Jiang's words and understood the meaning behind these words. Although Sanqing and Zuwu have different paths, they are both the descendants of Pangu. , others can forget Pangu, but Sanqing and Zuwu cannot forget Pangu.
Tongtian looked solemn and promised: "Father God's merits have benefited the common people. I, Tongtian, chant Pangu's true name every day and come to worship him regularly."
Zhan Yu followed closely behind Tongtian and witnessed with his own eyes the exchange between the second ancestral witch and the third one of the three pure beings. Both of them were the most direct descendants of the great god Pangu, and their words all revealed the son's feelings for his father.
In particular, the words of Emperor Jiang Zuwu are even more sad. As Taoist ancestors become saints, the creatures in the ancient world increasingly value the Tao of Heaven and despise Pangu. This is an irreversible trend.
Zhan Yu suddenly raised his head and looked up at Buzhou Mountain, somewhat understanding why the last trace of the great god Pangu left in the ancient world was destroyed by the Wu clan.
When all living beings born from Pangu's grace chant the Way of Heaven all day long and no longer praise Pangu's name, the Wu Clan, who is the son of Pangu, is undoubtedly extremely angry and disappointed.
When the Wu clan is about to decline, it is very possible that the ancestor witch is angry and wants to destroy this pillar of the ancient world and return the ancient world to chaos.
After all, if his teacher faced a similar situation, he would have the same idea.
While Zhan Yu was deep in thought, the two ancestral witches walked away for a while before leaving. So Tongtian took several disciples into Buzhou Mountain, found a quiet place, and settled in a cottage to meditate on Pangu.
The valley is wide…
If you want to travel to the ancient times, you must first pay homage to Pangu. This has become a common custom in the world. This matter depends on the sincerity, not the amount of time. Therefore, after 7749 days, the master and the disciples left Buzhou Mountain and started their tour. .
When Tongtian walked out of Buzhou Mountain, he suddenly felt a palpitating feeling. This feeling was only for a moment, but it was extremely clear.
Tongtian's expression changed, and he suddenly stopped. With his cultivation reaching his level, his sensitivity to all things was extremely sensitive, so he raised his hand to calculate the secrets of heaven.
But just as he was getting ready, he suddenly paused again.
Kong Xuan was closest to Tongtian, and he instantly noticed something was wrong with his teacher, and asked with concern: "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"
Tongtian shook his head, indicating that it was okay, turned around and bowed deeply to Mount Buzhou. He knew that this was a warning from the sacred mountain transformed by Father God.
He had expected that this trip to the ancient world would be dangerous. After all, Ancestor Hongyun had learned from the past. In order to get a chance to become a saint, a monk in the ancient world would do anything, and he happened to have a Hongmeng Purple Qi on his body. .
But will Tongtian retreat because of a little wind and rain?
of course not.
He even hoped that the storm would be more violent so that he could kill another corpse!
Perhaps sensing the master's mood, the Four Swords of Zhu Xian suddenly let out sword sounds.
Tongtian returned to Kui Niu's back and said with a proud smile: "There may be a short night on this journey, are you disciples afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
The five disciples responded in unison, and even Kui Niu roared loudly.
With a cry of "no fear", Zhan Yu tightened the Zhuxian Sword in his arms. The teacher's intention had been made clear. It seemed that there would be twists and turns in this trip.
He thought to himself: "If anyone wants to imitate Kunpeng's ambush and kill Hongyun, and seek to steal the teacher's chance of becoming a saint, I am afraid that lard has deceived his heart and does not know the power of the Shangqing Immortal Sword!"
Kong Xuan held the reins high and held his chest high, and asked: "Teacher, let's go out of Buzhou Mountain in which direction?"
Tongtian hugged Fuchen, his eyes suddenly sharp and said: "Ancestor Hongyun was a good friend when I was a teacher in Zixiao Palace. Now that he has passed away, it is natural for me, the Qing Dynasty, to go and pay homage."
Kong Xuan immediately said: "Disciple understands, it is said that Zhen Yuanzi erected a tomb for Patriarch Hongyun. Let's go to Wuzhuang Temple now."
Tongtian nodded, patted Kui Niu and said, "Niu'er has left to go to Wuzhuang Temple."
The sound of the Zhuxian Sword made Zhan Yu feel the killing intent surging through the sky. He put the sword in his arms on his back, took out a flute made of golden thunder bamboo, and bowed to ask He said: "Teacher, can you let me play a song?"
Tongtian glanced at the thing in Zhan Yu's hand and asked curiously: "What is this?"
Zhan Yu introduced: "This instrument is a flute, made from the spiritual material Golden Thunder Bamboo."
Tongtian became interested. He had seen Nuwa playing the sheng and Fuxi playing the harp, but he still didn't know why the flute was a musical instrument. He then said: "I didn't expect that I, a disciple of Shanxi Music, would play it quickly."
Zhan Yu held the Golden Thunder Bamboo Flute in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes, brewing his emotions. Then he opened his eyes again, and a killing sound like a sharp sword being unsheathed suddenly burst out...
"The sound is passionate and high-pitched, like swords striking each other, and the murderous aura is overflowing. Zhan Yu knows me!"
Tongtian couldn't help but summon the Zhuxian Sword on Zhan Yu's back, and flicked the sword to strike...
