The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1217 Thousands of years, ginseng fruit meeting
"He has left the customs! Someone calculated that he had left Penglai Island, but he did not respond to the request of the Great Bodhisattva Sumeru Ten Wheels..."

"Yang Jian then left, as if he went to Tianhai?"

"Jiejiao Twelve Immortals, it seems that only the 'Tiansha Zhenjun' who was promoted by the broom star is left?"

"True Monarch Tiansha? It's just a generation that doesn't deserve the name! I heard that this person's talent is extremely poor, and he was promoted to seven yuan only because of the hard work of the leader Yang, and he was ranked among the twelve immortals because of his close friendship with the leader. ..."

……

"He, is he out?"

In the Youming Realm, in the bright moon hanging high above the night, it seems that someone is talking to himself.

Under the moonlight, it can be seen that the moon-white palace is blown by the breeze, and the infinitely beautiful body beneath it can be seen faintly.

"I heard that his confidante who was not enlightened in the past was about to die, so he had to go out to make an appointment at Longevity Hill..."

Under the shadow of the bright moon, someone came out slowly, looked at the beautiful body, and touched the smooth back of the head unconsciously:

"This catastrophe is weird. It's only 12 years, so that even the Sixth Division of Daocheng, the lifespan is no more than this number, and the lifespan of the immortals and Buddhas under it is even shorter, pitiful, pitiful..."

"soulmate……"

Under the moonlight, disgust flashed in the beautiful eyes of the woman in the palace skirt:
"There is a beauty inside, but a beauty outside? No. 1 in the ten kalpas, the master of the sect, but it turns out that the inside is also so dirty..."

"Is this considered salty?"

The monk couldn't help laughing:
"How can there be a born god and Buddha? The Buddha still needs to observe the Eight Precepts before he can meditate. For a world-class figure who rises from the insignificant, what is a confidante? So what if there are thousands of them?"

"roll!"

The woman in the palace dress turned cold, and left with a flick of her sleeves:

"Chang Er, go back and tell Shi Lun that I will go to Penglai Island by myself, and I don't need anyone to accompany me!"

"go alone……"

The monk touched the forehead with long ears, and smiled inexplicably:
"Stupid woman, do you really think this is the Nine Tribulations? Go to Penglai Island alone? Don't say it's you, it's your husband..."

At this point, the words came to an abrupt end, the monk shook his head, his eyes flashed with surprise:

"The poor monk actually forgot who her husband is? This is..."

Horrifying thoughts flooded into his mind, the monk turned and left, and the slight distracting thoughts that had arisen before had already been forgotten.

In this world, there is only one person who can make him lose his memory...

……

……

Ten thousand years later, Penglai Island is like a great sun in the sea of ​​laws, shining bright and mighty.

It attracts the attention of all people, and its power shakes the heavens and heavens, and there are countless people peeping in the dark, either openly or secretly.

The news of Yang Prison's exit swept across all directions like a storm in an instant, and spread to far away places at an extremely fast speed.

When the woman in the palace skirt walked here, she couldn't help frowning, and realized that there were still many vague auras in the mist of the sea of ​​laws.

'I want to go to the island of Penglai...'

The woman in the palace skirt was cold in her heart, and even noticed that those people seemed to be directing her to meet, but she didn't care much.

Amidst the astonished eyes in the dark, it turned into a ray of moonlight and sank into this Penglai Island, which was known as a forbidden place in the world.

woo~
It turns into a ray of moonlight and enters with the wind.

The women in palace skirts are very careful, even if it is true as the monk said, the current Penglai Island is very empty, but this is the base camp of Jiejiao after all.

For ten thousand years, the blood of many strong men has not yet dried up.

As a result, even though she had confidence in her great supernatural power, which had been cultivated for many years, she walked cautiously.

But contrary to her expectations, she sneaked into the island all the way until she reached the Jiejiao Mountain Gate and before the main hall, but she was not stopped by anything.

'Is this Penglai Island really so empty? '

The woman in the palace skirt was astonished, but suddenly felt that it was impossible, because in the past ten thousand years, many powerful people from all realms have been suppressed here.

How can no one guard against...

Call ~
When the woman in the palace skirt was thinking, she suddenly heard the sound of the main door of the main hall opening, and an old man full of evil spirits and bad luck walked out slowly.

"My Li Eryi, I have been waiting for the fairy here for a long time at the order of the leader!"

"not good!"

The woman in the palace skirt was shocked, and she was about to back away without thinking.

Seeing that the female fairy was so decisive, Li Eryi smiled slightly and said, "Fairy stay!"

hum~
Amidst the humming sound that was neither high nor low, the woman in the palace skirt felt a little dazed in her heart, and in the next moment, she involuntarily threw herself into the square hall.

Inside the main hall, the atmosphere of chaos is intertwined and pervasive, isolating all external energy, and even the ripples of time and space.

In the thick fog, it seemed that someone was whispering to himself.

That is……

I don't know when the memory disappeared, and I don't know when it will come to my heart again. Looking at the phantom that seems to be there, the woman weeps sadly:
"Yi..."

……

……

The mountains are high into the clouds, the mountains are stretching, and rivers and rivers pass through the mountains and go east to the sea.

The land is boundless, among thousands of beautiful mountains, there is Longevity Mountain, one of the 72 blessed places in Tianhai.

For thousands of years, all the heavens have undergone drastic changes, but compared to Tianhai, the changes in any world seem to pale in comparison.

The gathering of fortunes from all worlds and the influx of inspirations from all over the world brought this world, which was quite desolate ten thousand years ago, back to its prime again.

Endless ideas are intertwined like fog, lingering in the mountains and land, and even every corner of every city.

The endless gathering of luck has given birth to all kinds of good fortune, making this place called the fairyland by the cultivators of various calamities, and it has become a place that more practitioners yearn for.

Even though it has been tens of thousands of years, with fierce fighting and smoke everywhere, it is still the world that gathers the largest number of practitioners in the world.

"The lifespan of the calamity is different, but the shorter one has to exceed the number of hundreds of millions... What kind of incredible method is it to condense hundreds of millions of years into 12 years?"

On the top of the mountains, there is an old Taoist sitting cross-legged, overlooking the boundless land under the sea of ​​clouds:
"The emperor opened ten kalpas, wanting to get the result... What is the reason? What is the result? What is the ceremony?"

The voice of the old man was neither high nor low, as if he was talking to himself, and it seemed to be speaking to someone in the dark.

There was no response, and there was a dark silence.

"Since fellow daoist is here, why hide in the dark?"

The old Taoist sat quietly for a moment, and couldn't help shaking his head:
"Although I don't know where you came from, I think you must be a hero who will rule the roost for a while. Why should you be so sneaky and careful?"

"In the turbulent years of the Great Dao, one cannot be too careful, like the Candle Dragon, known as the Nine Tribulations Dragon Patriarch, who was beaten like a loach..."

Before the voice fell, the person arrived, it was an old man with a dark face carrying a divine sword, he slightly cupped his hands and said:

"Nine Tribulations 'Luan Ying', met Fellow Daoist Wanshou..."

"Nine Tribulations Luan Ying?"

Taoist Wanshou focused on the name, thoughtfully:
"During the Nine Tribulations Taiyuan Era, apart from the Demon Emperor and Demon Venerable, who was the third person in the world at that time?

Lord of Cholera? "

"I don't dare to be the third in the world. The reputation of the former Wusheng Daoists is much higher than that of a certain family, but so what..."

Luan Ying sighed softly:
"In today's world, a certain family can't understand the truth. It's nothing more than practicing for thousands of years to become enlightened, but still..."

Thinking back to the scenes that have been seen in the past ten thousand years, even a person like Luan Ying can't help but feel a little cold in his heart.

He never thought that one day he would be trapped to death in front of the gate of enlightenment, but this scene just happened.

And it didn't happen to him alone...

"Luck is born of kalpa, and kalpa is born of kalpa. If the Dao is exhausted in nine, so the cause of emperor is born, then, the kalpa of ten extremes will give birth to the 'fruit' that surpasses it..."

Taoist Wanshou was quite calm, and after talking casually for a few words, he stood up.

"The ten-thousand-year covenant is approaching, and fellow Taoists will arrive soon. At that time, I will discuss the Tao again..."

With a wave of his hand, Taoist Wanshou disappeared on the top of the mountain and returned to the ancient temple in the mountain.

The ancient temple is quite deserted, except for the Taoist Wanshou, there is only one handsome monk sitting in the corner,

In addition, there is not even a Taoist boy.

"Little monk, you have suppressed Pindao's body for half a calamity, and Pindao has suppressed you for ten thousand years, are you convinced?"

The old Taoist held the floating dust in his hand, and looked at the handsome monk lightly. The latter's eyelids twitched, and he slowly raised it. His scarlet eyes reflected Taoist Wanshou:

"In the past, the little monk suppressed you, so he was born into today's catastrophe. In the past, he wanted to suppress the devil's life, so he was haunted by the devil's thoughts...

One cause and one effect, one drink and one peck are all deterministic, but where is the resentment? "

Monk Sanburi stared at Taoist Wanshou with evil eyes, and his voice was calm and violent:
"In the future, you will be buried in my hands, but it will be the fruit of today."

"The poor will have to wait and see!"

Taoist Wanshou was not angry, but just smiled lightly:
"However, you have to wait for you to integrate the Buddha and the demon, so that all kinds of penetration are possible..."

"That day is not far away, but it's a pity..."

The third buried monk lowered his eyelids.

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that the little monk may not have this opportunity..."

San Zan seems to feel something after drinking it, but in fact, in the sea of ​​mind, the nine-color light group obtained from the listening is shining brightly.

Someone was coming, and he had no way of noticing it...

"Ok?"

Taoist Wanshou was slow for a moment, and his gaze changed as he followed it.

Looking from the Guanmen Gate, under the 99 white jade steps, there are two people walking side by side, talking and watching the scenery while walking.

It's like coming here for outing.

"It's him……"

Taoist Wanshou raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect this person to come so early, but he greeted him loudly:
"It's no wonder Pindao saw Ziqi coming [-] miles from the east yesterday, but it turned out that it was Hierarch Yang who came in person..."

After ascending the ninth and ninth steps, Yang Jue looked at the door frame:

"Immortal Mansion of Immortality, a family with the same longevity as the sky. However, longevity is not enough to live the same life as the sky..."

"There is not much to say about the name of the dao, but the leader laughed..."

Taoist Wanshou greeted the door, shaking the floating dust lightly, and also sizing up the famous Jiejiao leader:
"An invitation card invited Hierarch Yang, which really surprised Pindao, but he didn't know that the Hierarch came early, it was..."

While speaking, he looked at Yu Fengxian at the side.

The latter bowed back, then raised his head again, the ginseng fruit tree covered the entire view of the five viscera, raised his head slightly, and he could see this big tree and the ginseng fruit that made noises between the branches and leaves.

"Why did Yang come here, fellow Taoist really don't know?"

Yang Ju took a deep look at Taoist Wanshou, and the smile on the other person's face was restrained, and he disappeared.

"It's not that I don't know anything..."

Taoist Wanshou took a few steps back, and invited two people to enter:

"The ginseng fruit festival will be opened in about seven days. At that time, all [-] ginseng fruits will be feasted..."

"I wonder how much this ginseng fruit is worth?"

At this time, Yu Fengxian looked back and asked.

"value……"

Taoist Wanshou was stunned for a moment as if being asked, and then laughed:

"The fruit of Pindao blooms in 3000 years, bears fruit in 3000 years, matures in 3000 years, and only bears fruit in [-] years..."

"How to sell?"

Yu Fengxian asked again.

"...Naturally not for sale."

Taoist Wanshou shook his head, thought for a while, but still left room:

"Of course, if Master Yang wants to buy it, then Pindao will definitely sell it. Since ancient times, life is more expensive than life.
Nothing is as big as a fist..."

"Buy and sell and don't talk about it."

Yang Jue was not very interested in ginseng fruit, so he just glanced at it casually, and walked into the five viscera temple.

Compared with the territory of Xuangong, what you see in front of you is more like a falsehood, without the principles of Dao Yun, it is deserted, but it is full of vitality.

Taoist Wanshou took the two of them around the entire Temple of the Five Viscera, and finally came to the ginseng fruit tree.

"As expected of the spiritual root of heaven and earth, the majestic vitality contained in this fruit is hardly inferior to me!"

Yu Fengxian was a little speechless.

The ginseng fruit seen at this time is quite different from what Yang prison got in the past, the difference between the two is like cloud and mud.

Like dripping water and vast ocean.

"Just three ginseng fruits, in ten kalpas, it can be transformed into 'the same life of heaven and earth'."

Yu Fengxian looked around the tree, a little ready to move.

Yang Ju and Taoist Wanshou just stood aside, watching calmly.

After a long time, Yang Yu still spoke:
"Ten thousand years ago, Fellow Daoist Wanshou sent invitations to all walks of life in the world, inviting many strong people to the banquet, but I don't know what the purpose is?"

Daoist Wanshou was startled for a moment, maybe he didn't expect this person to be so direct, so he didn't answer, but just asked:
"For ten thousand years, fellow daoists have killed wantonly... and slaughtered the newly enlightened master, why?"

When speaking, although the old Taoist's face was calm, his heart could not help but condense slightly. He was also somewhat afraid of the big killer in front of him.

There is no other reason, and even if it is him, he is not sure that he can defeat him...

The Daogao line is already insurmountable, let alone cross-border?
"Royal way."

However, beyond Taoist Wanshou's expectation, his rhetorical question actually had a response, and his eyelids twitched:
"The way of chaos control? Using one way to control all ways, and then combining one way is like combining all ways?"

What kind of person is Taoist Wanshou, Yang Jue said casually, he has already guessed many things.

Perhaps he had guessed for a long time, and it was only confirmed at this time.

only……

"then you……"

Taoist Wanshou's expression finally changed.

"When the Dao rises and the Dao dies, one calamity ends. Because the emperor opened the sky, the Great Dao oscillated and gave birth to three thousand Dao transformation bodies. Once the Dao transforms all three thousand people into the Dao, the ten calamities will definitely end..."

Taoist Wanshou watched indifferently, but Yang Jue just turned his back to him, looking into nothingness,

Faintly, there seemed to be meteors piercing the sky.

"I've answered your doubts, but you don't have to answer my questions..."

Under the ginseng fruit tree, Yang Yu paced back and forth, his voice was neither high nor low, but Taoist Wanshou couldn't help but feel chills in his heart:

"For me, this is indeed a 'event'!"

　Good night everyone...

　
(End of this chapter)