Inside the ancient temple.
"Star dust sand, sun essence, boundary stone, five elements jade, black jade gum..." One after another, top-quality materials were thrown into the refining furnace by Cheng Long. A blazing fire was burning at the bottom of the furnace. The top-quality materials thrown into the furnace were instantly transformed. It will turn into a liquid state within a short period of time, and can be controlled by the divine consciousness, or shaped into a fan bone, or turned into a fan blade.
The aunt in a purple dress stood quietly aside, admiring the man's chic posture while refining weapons.
The four maids, Peony, Cuizhu, Yunmei and Lilac, gathered together to prepare meals.
Of course, Yunmei and Dingxiang are mainly responsible for the preparation. Shaoyao only knows how to wash and cut vegetables. Cuizhu, who is like a tomboy, only knows how to eat and has never cooked.
This girl is very popular in the art world. She can talk to anyone. If she wants to eat something occasionally, she can just reach out and ask for it.
"Madam, drop two drops of blood."
Ah Xian did not hesitate to force out two drops of blood from his fingertips, and was sent into the furnace by Cheng Long. The already formed fan suddenly appeared with blood stripes, and then turned into smaller blood color threads and merged into the fan blades. Inside.
Although my aunt has the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal, she became a monk halfway and only relied on the half-volume Taoist scriptures of Lishan Old Mother to enter the immortal path. She has been basically in seclusion for the past few years and cannot take out a single immortal weapon in her body. .
The only weapon she had was a linden tree branch that fell from the sky. She used it as a magic wand, and her performance was very low.
So before leaving for the trip, Cheng Long planned to refine an immortal weapon for the other party and arrange the painting world at the same time.
The flower fairies inside are all ‘daughters’ carefully cultivated by my aunt, and they cannot be abandoned casually.
As the aunt's fairy blood was integrated into the treasure fan, the quality was improved as expected, directly transforming from the best magic weapon to the acquired spiritual treasure, and the aura became more and more violent and vast.
Since many top-quality materials from heaven are added to it, in terms of attack power alone, it is no less than the Thunder Flame Sword. If placed in the Shushan world, it would be a real mountain-suppressing fairy weapon.
In fact, another name for Houtian Lingbao in the world of Xianxia is Xianwei.
“Buzzing~~”
Suddenly, the furnace shook violently, and immediately after, a golden stream of light shot out from the furnace, and the furnace lid flew up with a bang.
The quality of the improvised stove was really worrying.
It was shattered on the spot.
"Take it!"
Cheng Long grabbed the fan he had just made and pointed it at the wall of the temple.
The next moment, a beautiful picture of flower fairies picking flowers suddenly appeared on one side of the black bone and white fan, and the original fairy mural on that wall disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this scene, Cuizhu kept clapping her hands excitedly.
"Wow! Young master is so awesome, so awesome!"
Facing the maid who was so supportive, Cheng Long shook his head with a smile: "Where is this, there is still another side!"
Before he finished speaking, he pointed the folding fan in his hand at the picture of hell on the other stone wall. He fanned it again and saw that the picture of hell on the wall had quietly disappeared.
Looking at the back of the fan, the picture of hell on the stone wall has been transferred up without any surprise.
"Ms. sir, I didn't expect that your magic power is so advanced, and even I can only see a rough idea of how to transfer the painting world..." my aunt exclaimed with a look of regret on her face.
"Of course, if I don't have any real skills, how can I, my husband, control such a fierce horse like yours?"
Cheng Long put his arm around his aunt's waist and handed the fan to her with the other hand. "You are the master of the painting world, so this fan belongs to you. Give it a name!"
"Just call it the Yin-Yang Fan! One side is heaven and the other side is hell. This name suits it very well."
The painting world created by my aunt is divided into two modules: Ten Thousand Flowers Forest and Hell, which correspond to the two poles of yin and yang. The name is very appropriate, but it is a bit more straightforward.
"Madam, call all the people in the painting community. If they are willing to go down the mountain to get married and have children, we will give them some money. If they are not willing to leave, let them continue to follow us..."
After a pause, Cheng Long continued: "But the owl inside must leave. Although the painting world is yours, I don't want other men except me to survive in it."
The owl in Cheng Long's mouth is called the Golden Armored Warrior, who shoulders the important task of guarding the painting world and is also the only male here. He seems to have no emotion, as cold as the armor on his body, but he secretly loves Peony. Due to the restrictions of the rules, he cannot express his feelings, so he can only stay by his side silently.
If it were any other flower fairy, with Cheng Long's character, he would probably help him, just like he did with Zhu Xiaolian, who promised him peonies.
But the problem is that peony, like green bamboo, cloud plum, and clove, is also attracted by him.
In the past six months, he had favored Shaoyao a lot. Now Shaoyao has already imitated his aunt, Cuizhu, Yunmei and Dingxiang in dressing up like a woman.
When he thought that the actors playing Shaoyao and Zhu Xiaolian were husband and wife, Mr. Cheng was particularly excited when he was with Shaoyao. He was far happier than getting Yunmei and Dingxiang, who had strong capital.
It is completely comparable to the green bamboo that provides the most emotional value.
Under such circumstances, Cheng Long would naturally not be as beautiful as an adult.
What's more, now Shaoyao and Cuizhu are the same, their hearts are devoted to themselves.
If you can't bear the pain yourself and the peony can't bear the pain, then you can only suffer as an owl who works hard and doesn't complain.
"Ms. sir, I didn't expect you to be jealous of an owl. It's really your fault!"
My aunt thought that she used to hate men, but she left an owl alone in the painting world to act as the patron saint of all the flower fairies, which made the man unhappy, so she couldn't help teasing her.
"As long as it's a male, it won't work. Your man and I are so overbearing. Get rid of it quickly."
"Okay, okay, it's all up to you."
The aunt rolled her eyes fondly, then summoned the Golden Armored Warrior, the patron saint of Wanhualin, to directly terminate the contract and grant the other party freedom.
Yes.
The patron saint of Wanhualin is actually a pet that my aunt kept in her early years.
If you stay in a place full of spiritual energy for a long time, even a cute owl may become a monster.
It is not surprising that the golden-armored warrior transformed into a demon under his intentional or unintentional cultivation.
This is also the reason why the golden armored warrior can appear in Ten Thousand Flowers Forest and fall in love with peony.
Auntie and the others are also used to the presence of the golden armored warrior.
But now that men don’t like it, my aunt can only release the pet and come back to the mountains and forests.
……
After the golden-armored warrior was forcibly released by his aunt.
The three hundred maids who had been lured into the painting world by their aunt since childhood also got a once-in-a-lifetime choice. Cheng Long took out 300 pieces of small yellow croaker as a reward for the maids.
No matter whether you stay or go, you can always leave a little yellow croaker behind.
In this turbulent dynasty, gold is definitely the hardest currency.
There is no need to worry about safety.
The three hundred maids recruited by my aunt have been practicing martial arts since they were young. They are all top-notch masters, and their strength is not inferior to that of the well-fed swordsman Meng Longtan.
Therefore, when a group of maids got the letter that they could bring gold down the mountain, most of them chose to go down the mountain to get married. Only a few were willing to stay in the painting world and take care of their benefactors who adopted them.
As the golden-armored warriors and a large number of maids were dismissed, there were only dozens of flower fairies and three maids left in the aunt's yin-yang fan. This made the flower fairies such as Begonia, Lily, and Snow Lotus extremely sad. They were all used to the bustle, but suddenly Wanhualin became deserted, which was a bit strange.
"Crackling..."
In the bonfire, sparks kept rising.
Cheng Long, who had eaten and drank enough, looked at the aunt beside him and asked curiously: "Has this temple always been so dilapidated?"
"It was not like this three thousand years ago. At that time, many people went to the mountains to worship Buddha. I don't know what happened later. More and more gods and Buddhas disappeared. From time to time, immortal Buddhas would also die. Temples and Taoist temples built in deep mountains and old forests, The buildings slowly emptied out and became what they are now.”
My aunt has been an immortal for thousands of years. The reason why she has been living in seclusion in the world of painting is because the immortals in the sky will also fall and their lives cannot be guaranteed. Naturally, there is no need to ascend.
Instead of living a precarious life in heaven and having to obey orders, it would be better to live in seclusion in the illusion and be her queen without any worries.
"Is it because Monk Fudo became one of the Eighteen Arhats because of the fall of Immortal Buddha?" Cheng Long grasped the key point very keenly.
It stands to reason that even if Monk Fudo obtains the Arhat Path and Fruit, he should start as an ordinary Eight Hundred Arhat instead of becoming one of the Eighteen Arhats right off the bat.
If he was really talented, he would not have stayed in a ruined temple for thousands of years without being cared about. Instead, he would have been transformed into an Arhat subduing the dragon or an Arhat subduing the tiger, living in seclusion for a thousand years. During this period, he did not know how many Bodhisattvas and Arhats came back to call them back.
A capable person, the more critical the period, the more difficult it is to escape.
Only the little minions that no one cares about can avoid being noticed.
Cheng Long experienced this before traveling through time. He was a small car mechanic with no money, no wife, and he didn't like to talk. At first, his relatives liked to talk and look for confidence. Later, he became thick-skinned and didn't care, and gradually no one paid attention to him. , completely reduced to a marginalized person.
Because when you don't care, others can't get the satisfaction of disrupting your life.
It doesn't matter if you are single or if you have no money, as long as you don't steal or rob, you can be an upright person and hold your chest high.
"That's not necessarily the case. Monk Fudo is still quite intelligent. He became the Eighteen Arhats because he defeated many competitors..." After Axian married Cheng Long, he just looked down on Monk Fudo's appearance and did not Therefore, the monk Fudo’s talent and wisdom are belittled.
"How many gods have fallen from heaven?"
"There are many, but they are mainly gods on the list of gods, because their true spirits are immortal and can be resurrected soon after their death. The overall loss is much lower than that of Buddhism."
"..."
That night, the couple hugged each other and talked a lot.
The next day, early in the morning.
Cheng Long woke up his aunt who was lying in his arms and said softly: "Axian, I want to go to Tianwai Tian to visit. You take Shaoyao and the others to the painting world."
"Well, be careful."
The aunt warned, then waved to the four girls Shaoyao and Cuizhu, and transformed into five streams of light and entered the painting world.
She knew last night that her man couldn't stay idle, otherwise he wouldn't have asked about the tribulations of immortals and Buddhas that began in the past three thousand years. If the man was not Daluo Jinxian, she would stop him at all costs.
People who don't have the strength to join in the fun will only end up being the fish in the pond.
But the problem is that her man not only has strong cultivation, but also has unknown confidence, which means there is no way to stop him from going to the battlefield of immortals and Buddhas in Tianwaitian to join in the fun.
She also heard the monk mentioned the immortal Buddha battlefield a few years ago and knew that there was an alien invasion in the outer world. The leader was said to be a birdman with three pairs of wings.
These birdmen call themselves angels and come from a place called heaven. They invade to spread holy light to the world and promote their teachings.
The archangel's strength is comparable to that of Buddha and the Jade Emperor, but weaker than saints such as Sanqing and Nuwa.
It stands to reason that with Sanqing Nuwa sitting in charge, these intruders will be killed quickly or even encounter a counterattack. However, outside of Tianwaitian, the saint is no longer a saint, and his strength is greatly reduced.
This is the disadvantage of the saints of heaven. The soul relies on the way of heaven, which means that it is bound to the way of heaven, completely locked in the original world, unable to transcend, and become an immortal saint in the true sense.
……
Putting away the yin and yang pole fan, Cheng Long soared into the sky, straight into the sky.
Last night, he used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that there were indeed foreign invaders in the heaven. As a result, the gods and Buddhas in the sky had no time to manage the human world. As a result, the human world became in chaos and the people were in dire straits.
There are even demons raging in many places. Fortunately, these demons are not of high moral standards, and the monks of Buddhism and Taoism can still deal with them, so there is no big trouble.
It's like the whole city is littered with corpses, and blood is flowing like a river.
None of this happened. At most, a small town was slaughtered by demons, but it would soon be hunted down by Taoist priests and monks.
Of course, it is mainly Taoist priests.
What monks like to do most is to close mountains in troubled times and open mountains to welcome incense in prosperous times.
For example, Monk Fudo, who obviously has the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal, yet allows the monsters around him to harm the people. He only occasionally goes down the mountain to win over believers.
Not long after.
Cheng Long arrived at Nantianmen.
Heaven no longer has the prosperity of the past, and is now a dilapidated scene.
Divine thoughts swept through the entire heaven like a huge wave, and he realized that all the gods were gone, not even the ordinary immortals and heavenly soldiers.
There is no one in Jiuzhongtian.
Cheng Long continued upward, reaching thirty-three days.
It is also commonly known as Tianwaitian.
Only when he got here did he see familiar and unfamiliar gods and Buddhas, but these immortals, Buddhas and gods had lost their former charm and looked very tired.
When they saw Cheng Long, everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
As a last resort, Cheng Long directly released the Golden Wheel of Merit behind his head, which was enough to offset the hostility of the gods, Buddhas, and heavenly soldiers.
The higher you go, the thicker the atmosphere of war becomes, and your cultivation becomes higher and higher.
In the process, he also saw Monk Fudo.
This monk actually had a broken arm, and he was so sluggish, as if he would die in the next second.
Cheng Long ignored him and continued to move forward.
Arriving at the place closest to the barrier of the world, Cheng Long finally saw the battlefield of immortals and Buddhas with his own eyes. The immortals here were all above Taiyi Golden Immortal in cultivation.
Immortals and Buddhas are fighting a group of strange monsters.
They look like the hell demons in Western mythology. The angels my aunt talked about last night are behind these demons, driving them into this world.
"Hey, aren't angels and demons enemies? How could they get together? Could it be that God and Satan have reached an agreement?" Cheng Long was filled with confusion.
However, the answer is obvious. Facing the huge resources of another world, what's the harm in reaching an agreement between angels and demons?
Interest is always the panacea that promotes reconciliation between the enemy and ourselves. (End of chapter)