It was drizzling and the wind was freezing. Three huge flaming phoenixes pulled an ancient red chariot through the clouds.
The Patriarch Lieyang Tian, Old Man Tiandi and Shui Yuelu, all with white beard and hair, escorted Xin Zhuo away.
The great monk Kassapa was also there together.
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged in the corner of the chariot, staring at the three huge flaming phoenixes. Although the phoenixes were strange, they were not enough to make him curious. He was just a little emotional.
Life encounters are really full of twists and turns. When he was at Jiechongyuan Ruins, he still thought that once he escaped, he would team up with Jiang Dagou and the others to dig graves. If not, he would try to find Ji Yaoyue. See if she still recognizes herself?
He admitted that if he didn't take advantage of the situation, he would cause trouble in the future.
In the end, he returned to the Taiyi Ancient Sect in the blink of an eye, which he originally thought would be impossible to return to, and was then sent to practice elsewhere by the ancestor of the Quasi-Emperor.
The future is unknown and confused.
It’s a mess and confusion.
The key point is that he asked Patriarch Lieyangtian and others where they were going, but a group of people couldn't tell clearly. They only said that they knew it naturally.
For three days, there was still no sign of arriving at the destination.
He looked at Kassapa Buddha, who was sitting cross-legged in the chariot, staring with his eyes silent all the time. The dense Buddha light all over his body was very amazing. Even if the old monk broke the heaven and earth with one finger, he would still believe.
If his disciples are so strong, what kind of master is Tathagata?
I endured it again and again, but I still couldn’t.
He stood up and walked into the chariot. He almost blurted out the code word "Is there any cigarette?", thinking that the monks in the previous life more than 2,000 years ago did not smoke.
Kasyapa looked at him and smiled faintly, like Maitreya Buddha: "Little donor, what do you have to say?" Xin Zhuo, don't be rude." Lieyangtian Patriarch came to the side at some point and scolded him in a deep voice.
Kasyapa didn't take it seriously: "It's almost the same as your ancestor Liu Feng."
Very good, Xin Zhuo doesn't know what the ancestor Liu Feng's cultivation is.
Xin Zhuo pretended to be surprised: "With such a high level of cultivation, I think the Buddha must not have been born in the Xiniu Sanctuary."
Kasyapa nodded: "The poor monk is indeed not a stranger from the Xiniu Sanctuary."
Xin Zhuo thought and said curiously: "Then Buddha is..."
Kasyapa said: "That is a pure land of bliss that can save people to the other shore. The poor monk received the teachings of the World Honored Tathagata, understood the secret method of the great wisdom of Buddhism, and traveled to all worlds."
Xin Zhuo couldn't bear it anymore: "Since Buddha traveled to all worlds, he must have heard of the earth."
Kasyapa fell into deep thought: "Is the earth... a world or a certain place? This poor monk never paid attention to it." statement?
After thinking about it, he said again: "Then does the Buddha know the Sanqing Taoist ancestors?"
After saying this, he looked at the great monk's expression.
Unexpectedly, Kasyapa was not surprised. He nodded and said: "I follow the Buddha Tathagata and have seen them before. They are three great sages who study heaven and create the Tao. You have obtained their divided body and mind. It’s also fate.”
Xin Zhuo was a little frustrated, it was like that...you know that the other person may come from the same place as you, but you can't really communicate with him, and you can't even tell the frustrations of your previous life.
He had to change the topic: "I wonder where the ancestors of Sanqing and Tathagata Buddha have gone?"
Kasyapa looked at him for three breaths. His old eyes were cloudy, but they seemed to be clear. He smiled and said: "Even a poor monk doesn't know where to go."
The topic stopped and we couldn't continue talking.
“Educated.”
Xin Zhuo saluted, walked out of the chariot, reached the edge of the chariot, and looked out at the drizzle and dark clouds.
At this time, the old man Tian in front suddenly strode forward: "Master, here we are!"
Lieyang Tian nodded and signaled to Shuiyue Lu.
Na Shuiyue Lu walked to Xin Zhuo, arranged his clothes and hair accessories, and then took out a bronze mirror and showed Xin Zhuo to look at it.
Xin Zhuo looked into the bronze mirror. The person inside was wearing a white brocade robe and a golden crown. She was tall and tall, with fair skin like a woman. After eight hundred years of maintenance, her facial features were exquisite and exquisite, even better than those of a woman. It looks good, but the key is that it has a very special temperament, not girly at all.
Xin Zhuo admitted that he was impressed by his handsomeness. He pushed the bronze mirror aside and said seriously: "I dare to ask Senior Sister, where I go to practice, is it possible that the place where I go to practice pays great attention to appearance... um, that is, appearance?"
< br>Shui Yuelu pursed his lips and smiled, then said seriously: "Yeah."
Xin Zhuo felt inexplicably unsteady. Compared with this kind of thing, he was more likely to accept the decisive style of killing and being serious. Said: "Tell me the truth, this place...is it serious?"
"First-class seriousness."
Shui Yuelu suppressed a smile and accepted the copper Mirror, turned his head, shoulders shaking.
The unsmiling Ancestor Lieyang Tian and Old Man Tiandi also had a smile on their faces.
The uneasy feeling in Xin Zhuo's heart became even stronger.
At this time, there were several phoenix roars coming from the front, and the chariot began to fall.
Falling together with the Taiyi Chariot was a large group of hundreds of chariots, flying spiritual treasures and mythical beasts that came from unknown sources, with a large number of young talents sitting cross-legged on them.
Xin Zhuo immediately looked down through the fast-flying clouds, and saw a continuous sacred mountain covered by auspicious clouds. Huanglong, Yingzhao and other mythical beasts flew through it, with ups and downs and full of charm. of ancient buildings,
The huge archway of the mountain gate at the front is in the shape of nine poles swallowing up the world. On it are carved the eight characters "If you don't prove the pole, you are in vain to be a martial artist!"
There is also an erected monument on the plate: "Eastern Imperial Palace!"< br>
Eastern Palace?
Xin Zhuo suddenly looked at Lieyang Tian and the others, and his first reaction was that he had been sold again!
If he was betrayed by a quasi-emperor ancestor in person and suppressed by a Buddha, I am afraid that even if he has the magical power to save his life, he will not be able to escape.
But he found that Lieyang Tian and others also looked at him and comforted him: "Azhuo, we know that you have a problem with the East Palace, but it doesn't matter. No one can hurt you at all. On the contrary, you are the safest when you come here. Please believe it." Us!"
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath and thought about it carefully. The logic was not right. If he sold himself, why bother to save himself and just let himself die? Wouldn't it be better?
So...
The safest place to practice as mentioned by Liu Feng is the East Palace?
Wandering around on your own, you came to the East Palace again?
The chariot fell rapidly, and soon landed on a spacious jade platform together with the surrounding chariots, mythical beasts, and spaceships.
Dozens of masters from the Eastern Palace came forward to greet them.
The ancestors exchanged a few words, and hundreds of powerful and coercive disciples from the Eastern Palace came forward, leading Xin Zhuo and a group of young people from outside to the majestic palace ahead. .
Xin Zhuo glanced at Lieyangtian Patriarch and others again.
Just listen to the Lieyangtian Patriarch say in a deep voice: "Don't worry, you are the one who has been chosen by default, the first choice. The Patriarch of the family has already made an agreement with the Patriarch of the East Palace, it's just a formality."
Xin Zhuo nodded, looked inside the chariot again, and found that Kasyapa Buddha had disappeared at some point.
......
Xin Zhuo and more than 200 young talents stood in front of an ancient palace with auspicious clouds. Seems to be waiting for some sort of screening.
Xin Zhuo can understand this kind of apprenticeship. It is said that the East Palace is the direct inheritance of Emperor Taixu. There cannot be just one kind of inheritance against the sky, and it is impossible for the emperor to know only one. Dry frame.
Maybe it’s the complicated alchemy, medicine, restraints, formations, killing, illusions, escape techniques, etc. It’s natural to be unique in choosing a disciple. It’s normal to choose a disciple from other places. After all, the ultimate goal of warriors in the world , is to defeat the Immortal Ni of Jiutian Mountain and Sea.
From the crowd around, we can also see some clues. There are all kinds of realms, from the human saint to the eternal realm.
Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly locked eyes with someone and opened his mouth, full of doubts.
The man happened to look back. His sharp face and three-dimensional facial features met his eyes. He was shocked: "The boss!"
Murong Xiu!
The son of a big family in Fufeng City, a bandit under his command, and later the second generation cultivator of the Holy Land.
Meeting Murong Xiu here was something he never expected. These days, accidents always seemed to happen.
Murong Xiu didn't care too much. He trotted over and stood beside him, laughing: "We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away. We can meet here. It is a blessing that we have cultivated for several lifetimes!"
Xin Zhuo looked at his cultivation, Emperor of the Earth, and said doubtfully: "You are..."
Murong Xiu smiled proudly: "It's a coincidence, I sent you a letter back then Did you receive it? I went to practice in the Western Confucian area and stole the crooked poems, poems, articles, Sun Tzu's Art of War, etc. you wrote back then. I was immediately shocked and said, "Establish your mind for the world." To establish a destiny for the people, to carry forward the unique knowledge of the past saints, he successfully entered the most powerful sect in that area, accepted the teachings of the ancient sages, and was regarded as a sage
Later, by chance, he was brought to the realm of nothingness by Confucians, and came to Confucianism in China, hahaha..."
A thief within a thief!
Xin Zhuo patted him on the shoulder: "This is you opportunity! "
Murong Xiu smiled proudly: "The transfer is also the credit of the master. By the way, how are they? "
"They" refers to old friends from back then, but Xin Zhuo really didn't want to talk at the moment, so he said: "Let's just focus on the present. How sure are you? ”
Murong Xiu sighed: "Based on my ability and appearance, I was at least eighty percent sure, but as soon as you came, I lost all my confidence. I've experienced this once before."
This is strange. Xin Zhuo said: "They can't just have one person. Why am I bothering you? You and I are together."
Murong Xiu was surprised: "This kind of thing... can we do this together?"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "I finally understand. To practice in the human world, one has to be carefree and able to bend and stretch. Who can reach the end in the future is still unknown."
Murong Xiu was instantly shocked to be a heavenly being. : "The master's character... I will never learn from it in my life. I admire you so much."
He gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a lot of determination: "If it is really possible to choose them together, you will be the big one and I will be the small one. There will be no complaints. Brother, brother for life, brother for generations to come!"
Xin Zhuo was surprised. She glanced at him: "It's natural for me to be your senior brother."
Murong Xiu muttered : "Senior brother and junior brother... what a good title!"
At this moment, in the palace ahead, a white-haired young man flashed into the air, put his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "Thousand-year-old and above, retreat! "
More than two hundred people around looked at each other. Many people did not dare to hide their age in the East Palace and had no choice but to retreat.
Murong Xiu wiped his cold sweat: "What a risk, I am nine hundred and ninety-nine years old this year, one year shy!"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "The younger you are, the further you can go in the future, it is reasonable."< br>
Murong Xiu looked at him hesitantly: "Is this how you understand?"
Xin Zhuo frowned: "Is there anything wrong with this?"
Murong Xio was silent and scratched his chin.
There are still seventy-three people left around, most of whom are not high in cultivation.
The white-haired young man glanced around and said: "Retreat below the true level!"
The seventy-three people retreated and another seventy people retreated. Most of them frowned and felt great. Doubtful, this screening is too fast and too casual.
Murong Xiu also sighed and said, "Master, there's nothing you can do about it, just try your best!"
He also stepped aside.
Xin Zhuo was also a little surprised, could this be done?
There were only three people left in the place, Xin Zhuo, a fat man with a red face, and a burly man with one horn.
The three people instantly attracted everyone's attention. After all, those who are under a thousand years old and have reached the true state are simply the sons of heaven.
Xin Zhuo also found that he was locked by at least dozens of terrifying gazes from the dark.
At this time, the white-haired young man said again: "Inhumans, step back!"
The one-horned man took a deep breath, waved his sleeves, and turned around to leave.
Only Xin Zhuo and the red-faced fat man were left. The red-faced fat man's aura was very scary, like a mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression. At this moment, he took the initiative to clasp his fists and said: "The Qilin clan is not It’s a foreign race, but it’s an ancient holy race. I’m bound to win this matter!”
The white-haired young man sneered: “You ugly man, step back!”
The red-faced fat man was stunned! , slowly looked at Xin Zhuo, intending to refute, but really couldn't refute, and cursed angrily: "Damn pretty boy, how come there is such a thing like you in the world? A man is born in heaven and earth, how can he live in depression for a long time, I, Yuan Tian, I am ashamed to be with you, and I will see you in the world another day!"
Turn around and leave, turning into a terrifying unicorn beast and heading straight to the sky.
Xin Zhuo felt confused. Is this a unicorn? A unicorn that cannot afford to play with.
So what does East Palace mean?
"Shua..."
More eyes glanced over, making Xin Zhuo's hair stand on end.
The white-haired young man above smiled and nodded, saying: "You look good, but your aura is weird. Has Yuanyang been broken?"
Xin Zhuo was silent, practicing and recruiting disciples, why are you still asking about this? What does it have to do with you whether I am broken or not?
The white-haired young man smiled and clapped his hands: "Come here, change your clothes and send them to Taixu Palace!"
A large number of unsmiling women from a distance rushed towards them and eliminated them with three strikes. The second one changed Xin Zhuo into a robe, a purple embroidered phoenix, which turned out to be a rare spiritual treasure.
Xin Zhuozheng was surprised at the treatment in the East Palace, so he was surrounded by people and went straight to a palace with clouds and mist.
When I arrived at the palace, I saw thousands of miles of red makeup, winding from the sky to the ground. Around the palace were eight hundred disciples of the East Palace in festive clothes sitting cross-legged, and there were dozens of ancestors sitting cross-legged in the clouds. Wait and see.
Turning a corner on a fantasy stage, a graceful and tall woman wearing a phoenix robe, with a pretty face covered by a gauze veil, and a nine-phoenix hijab, slowly walked down the steps, like a goddess.
Xin Zhuo was completely stunned, getting married?
What do you mean?
Xin Zhuo has been practicing all his life and has met many women. He has experienced this kind of thing several times. Now that he has advanced in cultivation, what’s the point of doing it again?
To be honest, my heart is full of rejection and my scalp is a little numb.
Is this what Liufeng Patriarch said about safety? Looks like he's still a son-in-law?
This...who would have thought of this?
(End of this chapter)