Chapter 741 Clouds are moving in all directions
Middle-earth, Longhu Mountain.
"Senior Brother, have you heard that Fan Xiang of the Shangqing Dynasty will not participate in this Jiuzhou Dharma Conference. Then Li You is the only one of the younger generation who is your opponent."
Several children who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old were surrounding Zhang Fuxiang, jumping up and down excitedly.
Zhang Fuxiang touched the boy's bun and said with a gentle smile: "There are so many heroes in the world, how can they be between one person and two people? In this Dharma conference, all three religions came together, how can they There are countless people, but we dare not underestimate anyone.”
The boy pouted and said: "Senior brother, you are too humble. Master Lin Lang of Shenxiao and Master Shen Huan of Wanfa are all defeated by you. I don't believe it. Just a random person who appears in this world of immortals. Can defeat these two great masters!"
As the most watched generation, the generation of Fan Xiang, Li You, and Zhang Fuxiang can indeed be regarded as shining stars.
Just by acquiring the great magical power, there are countless geniuses of the first level of Danjie.
You must know that in the past, these were all peerless geniuses who could constantly dominate the contemporary era, but they appeared together in this era.
This is also the reason why many monks speculate that this generation is the one who deserves the disaster.
Even in this era of countless geniuses, Li You, Zhang Fuxiang, and Fan Xiang are undoubtedly the most dazzling beings.
The history books of this period should be filled with their stories, but it’s a pity that an unexpected guy suddenly appeared there.
The passionate chapter of the young hero is hurriedly concluded, bringing the story directly into the real world that no one is interested in.
If Fan Xiang still regards Tang Yuan as his opponent and still thinks about how to catch up.
After Zhang Fuxiang recognized the gap between himself and Tang Yuan, he deeply felt his own insignificance, put aside all his genius and arrogance, and started his practice again.
When facing such an out-of-standard "peer", even if the other party has the possibility of reincarnation, it still has an irreversible impact on these proud people.
So Zhang Fuxiang flicked the boy's forehead and said with a relieved smile: "No matter who is strong or weak, lose or win, you will all support senior brother, right."
< br>"Of course."
"Senior brother will definitely win."
"It doesn't matter even if you lose. Master said, as long as you don't cry, it's not a shame."
Zhang Daoji, who was not far away, looked at the harmonious scene in front of him and said silently in his heart: "Uncle, if you saw this scene in Jiuyou, you would understand me."
Those cordial surroundings Not all the people around Zhang Fuxiang were disciples of the Zhang family, most of them were even boys with other surnames, or even boys recruited from the mortal world.
This was something that was almost unimaginable before. As the Zhang family, which has been in charge of Longhu Mountain for countless years, it has already created a thick invisible wall with the children who are not named Zhang.
Zhang Daoji still remembers that when he was a child, he had an extremely smart playmate who was far ahead of him in both talent and understanding.
When Zhang Daoji was young, he admired him quite a lot and regarded him as his elder brother.
But not long after his parents found out about this situation, he was transferred away from Zhang Daoji.
It wasn’t until Zhang Daoji became the Taoist Master of Longhu Mountain and participated in the Luotian Dajiao that he saw his childhood friend again.
It's just the latter. At this time, he no longer has the wisdom of the past, and his whole body is filled with the smell of copper.
When he saw Zhang Daoji, he came up to him very flatteringly, pointed at himself, and shouted with an exaggerated expression: "Master, Master, do you still remember me?"
"I am Luo Yi! ”
At that time, Zhang Daoji only felt disappointed and embarrassed. He didn't know why he admired such a person when he was young.
Until his cultivation became higher and higher, his status became higher and higher, and he saw more and more.
He gradually understood that the reason why he was where he was today was not because of his outstanding talent.
It’s just because his surname is Zhang!
The reason why Luo Yi disappears from everyone is just because his surname is not Zhang!
Longhushan has been in charge of the Celestial Master's seal, whipped the divine whip, and has monitored the world's divine authority for many years.
His foundation is so profound that few in the world of earthly immortals can match it.
The Celestial Masters of the past dynasties only need to accept the inheritance of the Celestial Master Seal step by step, and then they can safely break through the soul and become a Taoist king.
So the most important thing in Longhu Mountain is not talent, but blood!
Even if Zhang Daoji uses the power of thunder to cleanse away the most stubborn bloodline elements.
But in the eyes of the side branches and ordinary disciples, this is just another infighting of the Zhang family! This concept has been engraved in their bones and blood. If they want to completely reverse it, it will not be achieved overnight.
But fortunately, Zhang Daoji has now seen hope. Compared with this, even the Kyushu Dharma Conference seems not so important.
……
Western Desert.
An unknown, dilapidated temple.
A skinny old monk is treating an equally skinny old donkey. Next to the old donkey is a gaunt old woman.
The scene of the three standing together looks really sad.
"Okay, grandma, take the old donkey back and let it rest for a few days. It's just too tired."
"Remember, don't let it be carried again within ten days. Heavy objects, otherwise, my life may be in danger.”
The old lady kept thanking her at first, and then said sadly: "My family of three relies on this old donkey to work. What will we do if it dies?"
"Master, you have to Help me."
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and said with compassion: "Forgive me for being helpless, the poor monk is only proficient in medical skills."
The old lady looked disappointed. He glanced at the old monk, sighed and said: "If the beast can't do it, then people will do it."
After the old lady walked out of the temple, a man with a rosy face and a bright red dress appeared. The figure of a fat monk in cassock appeared out of thin air.
"Amitabha, with the master's magical power, we can easily save this old woman and her family from the sea of suffering. In this way, her heart will be devoted to the Buddha. Why doesn't the master do it?"
The old monk did not squint, but only looked very He carefully arranged the tools he used to treat the donkey, and said in a calm tone: "It is easy to save one person, and it is not difficult to save ten thousand people. But all living beings suffer, and the Buddha can hardly bear it, let alone you and me?"
"Master, this is wrong. I, the Buddha, am compassionate and cannot see the suffering in the world. Since I should save one more person, it is just one person. If all the Buddhas can do their best to make all the heavens and worlds full of bliss, then naturally there will be no more suffering. Sickness brings happiness to all living beings."
"In the past, the master and my sect had different ideas, so he presided over a separate part of this land in the Western Desert and handed it over to the master."
"But now, Whether it is the lineage of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss or the lineage of the Posha Pure Land, it is a paradise on earth. Ordinary people do not need to work hard. As long as they worship the Buddha sincerely, my disciples will help them with their supernatural powers."
"On the contrary, in the area led by the master, the people are still working hard and poor, and there are constant disputes in the world. I heard that many people even secretly ran away to the two pure lands."
"With the master's magical power, Naturally, we can build this place into a Buddhist kingdom on earth and promote the Buddha's Dharma. Why not?"
"If people want to understand the nature of the Dharma Realm, everything is created by the mind."< br>
The old monk did not answer this question, but just replied with a verse.
Then he smiled and said: "I already know your purpose of coming. I will go to the Jiuzhou Dharma Conference on my own. You don't need to worry."
Although the task given to the fat monk by the abbot was surprisingly simple and completed.
But there still seemed to be a fire in his heart that was difficult to vent.
The cross-examination just now was like hitting cotton wool, and there was no further explanation, which made him feel aggrieved.
So the fat monk secretly decided in his heart to stay here in the near future to see whether all sentient beings are suffering or enjoying happiness under the old monk's ideas!
……
Northern Xinjiang, the heart of the earth and the sea of blood.
The black-haired young demon sat high on the leader's seat in the middle of the hall, while Sang Chan, Lian Tai and other five old demons sat on either side of the table.
Looking down again, the entire hall was actually full of people, half a hundred souls and demons from the Blood Sea Path were present.
It’s just that the old demons who were rampant in the past and refused to obey anyone are now as quiet as chickens. This scene looks like a school.
The young devil rubbed the Qiongqi skull embedded in the seat and said with a smile: "I don't know how to eat people, so please relax. This time is just to discuss attending the Kyushu Dharma Conference. You should speak enthusiastically about the candidate, and recommend yourself to others.”
"In this Dharma gathering, there will be a total of ten people from my demon sect. There will be at least two people and at least one person in each calamity."
"I see that the rest are all busy. I think we still need my way and Jiuyou." With extra effort, I hope you will do your best to help my demon sect shine in this ceremony, so that I can avoid losing my dignity.”