Chapter 227 Dao Ancestor! Spread the law to the world? Special fate!
Outskirts of the Western Death Swamp.
There is a village called ‘Dawang Village’ here.
The villagers in the village have been worshiping a god called 'The King' for generations, but unfortunately...
The god has never been effective.
In such a harsh environment in the West, these ignorant villagers worship the so-called gods, but in fact they are more or less just seeking psychological comfort...
What if?
What if the gods are efficacious?
For these ordinary mortals.
Faced with severe natural disasters and unable to rely on themselves, they can only pray to the illusory gods...
This is also a spiritual sustenance for them.
“Boom——”
One day.
A bright golden light suddenly erupted from inside the poisonous Death Swamp, and the light illuminated the entire sky.
The villagers of Dawang Village, which is closer to the Death Swamp, witnessed everything with their own eyes.
besides.
Many of them saw a sacred bird circling in the sky...
This auspicious sign immediately made them think that the god had appeared.
Not really.
Some casual cultivators nearby also saw this scene.
They immediately understood that a strange treasure was born inside the Death Swamp...
For a while.
This news swept the entire Chinese continent.
Countless casual cultivators rushed to the Death Swamp.
Want to see if I can get a piece of the pie.
at the same time.
People from the good and evil paths also hurried over.
Many monks gathered in a small Dawang Village.
“Come on, come on!”
“Take a look! Take a look!”
"I'm known as the iron-spoken divination divination in the world. I know five hundred years in advance and five hundred years in hindsight. It can be used to calculate both the future and fortune..."
A fairy-like old man shouted loudly at the top of his voice. .
The old man was dressed in burlap clothes, with white beard and hair, and a rosy complexion. He had the air of a virtuous man, which attracted the attention of many people...
In beside him.
There is an old wooden table, and there is a bamboo pole leaning next to it, with a thread on it. The above-mentioned fairy guides the way!
This person is clearly Zhou Xian.
Beside the wooden table, there is a pretty girl sleeping there. She does not look old, only about fifteen or sixteen years old...
It was Zhou Xiaohuan who had grown up.
"Grandpa, please stop shouting..." Xiaohuan said helplessly.
After shouting and shouting, there is still no one there?
Nowadays, most of Dawang Village are monks. Not many of these people believe in fate. The remaining ordinary villagers cannot protect themselves. How can they predict fortune? !
"You girl..."
Yiyi Xian glared at Xiaohuan angrily.
“Whoosh!”
That’s when.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of the wooden table.
Immediately afterwards, a faint laughter was heard.
"Xiaohuan, why don't you help me with a fortune?!"
"Huh?"
The sudden voice immediately alerted the grandfather and grandson.
They looked up.
Suddenly, a young man in mysterious robe appeared in front of him.
I saw the young man wearing a flying black Taoist robe, tall and tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a gentle smile on his handsome face, and a divine sword slung around his waist.
Seven stars shine above the sword blade...
“Huh?”
Xiaohuan's eyes widened.
She stared blankly at the young man in black robe in front of her, and said incoherently: "You, you, you are?!"
Ji Changfeng smiled softly and said: "What? Don’t you recognize me?”
“Are you the elder brother who killed the Fengyue ancestor ten years ago?”
Xiao Huan said with a surprised look.
Ten years have passed. Ji Changfeng's appearance hasn't changed at all?
"What big brother? This is the head of Qingyun!" The moment Yi Xian saw Ji Changfeng, he was shocked...
He hurriedly Covered Xiaohuan's mouth.
I'm afraid she said something wrong.
After all...
The person standing in front of him now is not a young righteous disciple who is easily fooled, but the contemporary headmaster of Qingyun Sect!
The world-famous Ji Zhenren!
Ji Changfeng shook his head and laughed, and said, "Senior Zhou, are you so afraid of me?"
Yiyi Xian smiled sarcastically.
No words were spoken.
When I met Ji Changfeng in Fengyue Fairy City.
He thought that the other party was a righteous disciple who was easy to fool, but who would have thought that the other party directly drew his sword on the spot and killed Patriarch Fengyue...
I heard that there was a battle between good and evil in Liubo Mountain later. when.
Ji Changfeng also killed two veteran Shangqing masters from the Demon Sect? !
Hiss——Who the hell is this person who is easily deceived?
This is simply a murderous god!
Yiyi Xian also heard about the war between good and evil ten years ago. Ji Changfeng even killed the master-level master of the Demon Sect, Yu Yangzi, the leader of the Changsheng Hall? !
So scary!
But it’s much more than that!
Three months ago, during the Qingyun throne passing ceremony.
The owner of Fenxiang Valley, Yun Yilan, broke through the realm of Taiqing and fought with Ji Changfeng to death, but was almost killed with a sword? !
How long has he been practicing!
Fourteen years?
To have such terrifying combat power in such a short period of time, I’m afraid even Aoba’s master back then was no better than this, right? !
Ji Changfeng ignored Yi Xian's submissiveness. He glanced at Xiaohuan with a smile and said, "Can Xiaohuan help me predict the future?"
"How about calculating the future path?!"
Hear the words.
Xiaohuan blinked.
She broke free from the shackles of Zhou Xian, looked at the young man in black robe in front of her with a pair of bright eyes, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she pursed her lips and said:
"Okay."
"Brother, would you like to write something?"
Ji Changfeng nodded slightly.
He picked up the brush on the table, raised his hand and wrote the word "Tao" on the paper.
“Tao?” Xiaohuan was slightly startled.
She frowned slightly and took a careful look at the word 'Dao' on the paper. Finally, she had a vague understanding...
Xiaohuan gently shook her head and said: "Brother , I don’t dare to think about your path.”
It’s just a word.
Has summarized everything in the future.
The so-called——
The avenue is invisible, the avenue is ruthless, and the avenue is nameless.
Tao has no description.
The reason why it is called ‘Tao’.
Some people also forcibly named it ‘Tao’.
Yiyi Xian stood aside silently. He looked at Ji Changfeng's face blankly, and a huge wave had already set off in his heart...
This kind of fate? !
Someone else was born with this fate! ?
It is said that Qingye Zhenren barely possessed half of this special fate. Later, he created the famous Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao and completely established the practice system...
Now it is Someone was born with this special fate.
Could it be...
Is there going to be another ‘Taoist’ who creates a new system in the world? !
Yiyi Xian was shocked.
What is Taozu?
The being who creates a new system and lays the foundation for spiritual practice for all living beings can be called the ancestor of Taoism!
Twelve hundred years ago!
Patriarch Qingye integrated all spiritual practices.
Having created the Xuanqing Tao of Tai Chi and completely establishing the path of cultivation, Patriarch Qingye can also be called the Taoist ancestor in the mainland of China...
But it's a pity.
Grandmaster Qingye did not choose to spread the Dharma to the world.
Then naturally he cannot become the Taoist ancestor of the entire Shenzhou Continent. At most, he can only be regarded as the Taoist ancestor of Qingyun Sect...
Ancestor of the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Tao.
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(End of this chapter)