Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 584 Nine, One
At that moment when the eyes fell, Ji Yuan suddenly felt his heart throbbing, and felt the unparalleled terrifying pressure.

With the sudden appearance of the stalwart figure, the long river of time that runs through endless years is full of waves.

It seems that the wind and thunder suddenly moved, setting off huge waves, slapping the shore continuously, and stirring up big waves!
Even the Jiuchen Xingdou hanging above his head trembled violently.

What kind of power appeared to create such a shocking change! ?

"The road ahead is broken, don't go any further."

Under the towering tree with dao rhyme whirling like little brilliance, the old monk looking at the chessboard with a sad face said:
"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

The Taoist priest with a youthful appearance was dressed in strange clothes, but his face was very young. He shook his head and said with a smile:

"No, no.

It is better to seek from the straight than to seek from the curved.

The road is broken, so there is no possibility of continuation.

What you and I have done, isn't it the way to understand the ancient and the modern, and to perform the changes of the Hongmeng?
The boy inherits the cause and effect of your Buddhism, and has the good fortune of our Taoism, but he does not touch the roots of Confucianism.

Scholar, you should just watch chess without speaking and be a gentleman. "

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in green shirt had slightly white temples, and the jade hairpin on his head was particularly elegant.

He seemed to be watching from the wall, raised his head and glanced lightly:

"It's all a waste of effort, the foresight of the Emperor of Heaven is far superior to you and the monk.

In terms of qualifications, we are all juniors, so we can only do some mending.

The important matter of taking the lead and saving the sky is a headache for those few.

Furthermore, my generation of scholars is so angry that I dare to call it the eternal night, just like the everlasting light in a dark room!

How is it worse than you, an old guy who saves sentient beings and preaches traditions? "

Neither the old monk nor the young Taoist priest spoke a word, as if tacitly acquiescing, with hidden admiration.

After all, after the ancient times, Xuande was voluntarily knocked down and fell to the position of honor.

Only this middle-aged scholar is alone.

Ji Yuan stopped still and did not approach.

Conversations with monks, Taoists, and scholars.

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't hear clearly.

It's as if it's close in front of you, and far away from the horizon.

This is the avenue gap, the invisible natural moat.

Since ancient times, there have been sayings that immortals and Buddhas opened altars to teach the Dharma, enlightening stubborn stones and vegetation.

But people in the world don't know that this "law" has never been passed on lightly.

It's not that the immortals and Buddhas are stingy, but that the Tao is divided up and down.

All classes are different from feet, and naturally there are high and low points.

Even if you have the heart to spread it, you may not be able to hear it.

Ji Yuan knew in his heart that the longer the river of time travels upward, the more bizarre things he will experience.

For nine calamities, the years are endless.

Who knows how much power there is, imprinting a little bit of authenticity on the riverside, which will not be erased for thousands of years.

Just like the figure of the Patriarch deeply engraved on the stone wall in the cave at the back of the Xuankong Temple.

Hundreds of years later, it is still lifelike, like a living person.

"People pass by to take pictures, and geese pass by to leave voices.

The Dao Yun contained in the Huangtian Dao Diagram came from it.

The more tyrannical the existence, the more obvious their influence on one world.

Just like giant spirits walking in the mountains and rivers, and dragons flying in the sky, they cannot be completely in harmony with the light..."

Ji Yuan looked up and saw that monks, Taoists, scholars, and white-haired men were all like flowers in the mirror of the moon in the water.

Even if the Emperor's Dao Diagram was shaking, it would be difficult for the rippling brilliant brilliance to shine through.

His mind and soul were mixed together, like a fugue in a dream.

He even went directly over the towering tree with Dao rhyme dancing, and slowly walked towards the four figures in front of him.

The person in Xuanfu shook his head slightly, and stepped back sideways.

The purple-robed man smiled and bowed his hands.

The man in yellow was considered polite and stepped aside.

Inexplicably, it gave Ji Yuan a strange feeling of "meeting old friends".

Only that stalwart man wearing a big robe and bathing in stars.

He just took a step, and the terrifying momentum has already shaken the long river of time.

It seemed to spread to the boundless time and space and the infinite universe, causing the avenue to roar, and issued a majestic divine sound that seemed to be collapsing.

The pearls and jades on the flat sky crown shook, covering the deep eyes full of majesty.

The stalwart man took a few steps and saw Ji Yuan standing tall.

He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then said softly:
"It's so similar."

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, as if he heard this sentence.

The words were transmitted to the ears accurately, and they were not swallowed up by the chasm of the avenue.

His heart trembled, lingering inexplicable thoughts.

The two are clearly far apart in terms of appearance, body, and energy flow.

It's like a world of difference.

But I don't know why.

When Ji Yuan looked away from that stalwart man, he felt astonished as if he was looking at himself in the mirror.

"I am He? He is I? Who am I? Who is He?"

There was no reason for this doubt, but it was like a red-hot iron scalding into the flesh and blood, torturing the firm Dao heart one after another.

The catastrophe that the ancient gods fear most is "the difficulty of losing oneself".

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

Even those who are too superior are just forgetting their feelings.

Not outright ruthless.

That's why.

Like the ancient fairy god, who has escaped three disasters and nine disasters, the calamity has never come, and his life span is as long as the sky.

Sit and watch the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon alternate, and the stars rotate.

Over time, not only the emotions in the world are dissipated.

Even the root of the Dao will be like tree rings.

Going around and around, densely.

In the end, it was worn away by the years, and it sank inadvertently.

That's why there is a theory of immortal gods going down to earth to endure calamities.

For example, in myths and legends, the famous Eight Immortals of Shangdong and the Buddhist Golden Cicada.

For all these reasons.

Fumble in the world of mortals, get a taste of fireworks, taste the seven emotions and six desires, and taste the joys and sorrows.

It can not only exercise the mind of Dao, but also perfect the meritorious deeds.

And now.

The gazes of Ji Yuan and the stalwart man collided, and for a split second, it was as if he had lost himself.

That solid Dao heart, which has been tempered and honed like a grinder, seems to have been subjected to heavy torture!
Enough to resist the bewitching of the four gods and not be fascinated by power, the map of the emperor's way of heaven has not eliminated it!
Only the Jiuchen star hanging above the head hangs down like a waterfall, which contrasts brilliantly with the raging flames of the leather tripod fire!

"Little friend, the long river of time traverses the Nine Tribulations. It is also a fate that you and I can meet each other."

The stalwart man stepped forward, his whole body seemed to be bathed in the true sun of the universe.

In the mighty golden light, the sun, moon, stars, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, five directions, four seasons... Infinite Tao is intertwined and formed like a chain of gods.

With a wave of his sleeves, the 33-storey Jinque Yulou is like a flying boat, straddling the turbulent river of time that covers time and space in all realms.

"Please!"

The stalwart man is extremely powerful and has the supreme spirit of ruling all parties.

Far more frightening than the supernatural powers displayed by Taoist Wukong and True Monarch Tianpeng.

Invisibly, it makes people's soul throbbing, and their hearts tremble, and they wish to bow down immediately.

It was as if that tiny creature was facing the majestic Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother.

Even if the gold is as expensive as the emperor on earth, you still have to be in awe.

However, the stalwart man with a great background is quite polite to Ji Yuan, a junior who is almost an "ant".

He even used the word "please".

Under the towering tree with Daoyun whirling, the old monk sighed:
"If you look at the universe in ancient times, there is probably no one who can afford the high-ranking immortal Buddha, the power to establish a religion and be called the ancestor.

You and I... are too choked up. "

The young Taoist smiled slightly:
"The Emperor of Heaven is arbitrary, and the Dao must be obeyed, let alone others.

Don't say a word "please", just one thought is easier, and the will of Tianxin in all worlds and universes will change accordingly.

Among the three of us, the scholar is the most courageous, maybe he can stand it. "

The middle-aged scholar in the green shirt with the jade hairpin shook his head repeatedly and said:
"It is said that 'there is greatness first and then there is Tao, and Xuande's honor is still ahead'. Among the ten gods, nothing is more favored than 'Emperor of Heaven' and 'Emperor of Humanity'.

It is second only to the two Dao Guoguo positions that are not allowed to be called directly.

Later, Renhuang cut himself down to the fourth rank, and he was only a hair away from defeating Xuande, and he almost ended up in the same end as me.

The old saying that has been widely circulated, "After the Nine Tribulations, the sky is the head and the emperor is the respect", I fully agree with it. "

The white-haired man who has been silent for a long time, like a lone moon hanging from the treetops, said coldly:

"Nine tribulations, endless years, how many peerless talents have passed through this long river of time so far?

In terms of talent, luck is against the sky, and the way is favored.

This kid can't even make it into the top ten.

How can He De deserve the word "please"?

Do you really think that the Daoguo Zundi is a dragon chair in the secular world, and Fengshui will come to your house next year? "

The old monk watched the chessboard quietly and said for a while:

"Anyway, we have to give it a try, the 'laws and rules' of the scholar's harmony, the achievement of 'Jedi Tiantong', and the protection of Xuanzhou's ancestral court has never been lost.

But the immeasurable calamity can't be stopped after all, if the Primordial Mist is not reopened, it will be ten calamities.

Those immemorial gods who obeyed our orders, joined together and scattered, and died in response to the calamity.

Wouldn't it be in vain to fall into the ruins and perish forever? "

The young Taoist nodded and said:
"The old monk finally spoke the truth.

Virtue must be coordinated, this is the principle of grabbing the fruit of the Tao, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But Ruo Shanzhu looks at the whole world, no longer just staring at a corner of Xuanzhou.

Don't you see that the minions of the four gods are all over the world, and the void is about to collapse.

Dragon Lord, Nu Zun, Blood God, Qishi, where they come from, you and I know very well.

To use the old monk's Buddhist essence to explain, it is "in the past endless kalpas, the body, speech and mind were born from greed, anger and ignorance, and all kinds of evil karma were immeasurable and boundless.

In a sense, they also occupy Xuande and accommodate the great desires and demonic thoughts of all sentient beings in all worlds and universes.

Like us, we are born without being born, we are not dependent on what we do, we are not slaughtered when we grow up, and we are above the source of the Dao.

Therefore, all kinds of monks, the one-dimensional and supernatural powers of the immortal Buddha's power, cannot be shaken.

Just like the fish and shrimps in this river, it is impossible to grow two feet to trek ashore and overturn fishermen.

At the beginning, it was proposed by the Emperor of Heaven, and the King of Human Beings followed.

No one objected to the son of heaven in the underworld and the Empress of Houtu who lived in the center.

Pindao knows that since ancient times, the monster race has been declining and almost extinct.

The owner of the mountain couldn't bear it and was not angry.

But people, gods, demons, and demons are the heels of the five immortals and five insects.

The latter two are most susceptible to the infection of the Four Gods. Scraping the bone to heal the wound, cutting the flesh to remove the disease, must be done, not done! "

The barefoot man with white hair like snow sighed heavily, his brows were gloomy.

All the demons and spirits in all realms of the world regard [Gou Chen] as their ancestor.

I still remember the towering and swaggering mountains in the ancient times.

A large banner of the demon king covers the sky and the sun, gathering like clouds.

As far as momentum is concerned, it is not much weaker than Tianting and Yinshi.

"It's all over! In the midst of calamities, no one can say who can escape.

The scholar has lost the position of Daoguo, and the Human Sovereign is also vacant.

The Emperor of Heaven and Empress Houtu... bet everything on this game.

Only the old monk, the young Taoist priest, the long-awaited Emperor of Longevity, and me, who has "lost all children and grandchildren", are left.

The four great Dao fruits, against the four gods entrenched in the void, have only a [-]-[-] chance of winning.

Whether the tenth calamity, which only exists in legends, can be cast is still unknown. "

The barefoot man with white hair like snow had cold eyes and a pitiful tone.

The middle-aged scholar who has lost his position of Daoguo long ago, the origin of Xuande smiled and spit out the eight characters:

"The Tao comes from the sky, and the matter depends on the people."

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Ji Yuan bowed slightly and returned the courtesy:

"The boy dare not be."

No matter how dull he was, he vaguely guessed the shocking origin of this stalwart man.

Taoist Wukong and Tianpeng Zhenjun have talked a lot about the status of Daoguo.

That is the root of Xuande located above the source of the Great Dao.

If we say, the great master of the fifth heaven in the ninth robbery.

It is the imprinted Tao that comprehends the principles of the law and blends with the heart of heaven.

Then.

Further back.

It is necessary to integrate and refine the Tao with the body, so as to break the common sense.

Breaking through the void, crushing flesh and blood, gathering and dispersing impermanently, deriving all kinds of dharmas...cultivating all kinds of inconceivable means.

And those ancient immortals and gods who dominate the worlds, the powerful ancestors.

They are to exercise authority on behalf of the sky, and control life and death on behalf of the earth.

It is the incarnation of Tao, condenses the one-dimensional good fortune, and manages the cause and effect of time and space.

to this point.

No further entry.

The only way to prove Xuande is to seek Taoism.

Occupying the honorable position is like standing on the other side overlooking the past, the past and the present, forever and ever.

As far as the immortals and gods are concerned, they have devoted all their cultivation to the avenue, but it is nothing more than disturbing a few waves!

And how to get in touch with the Xuande saint who has already boarded the other side!

The stalwart man didn't say much, he took a step casually, and climbed to the 33rd heaven-like golden tower.

The main building is divided into nine floors, with hexagonal corners and vermilion lacquer columns, which is very grand.

Surrounded by auspicious smoke and fairy mist, it is dazzling.

Depending on Ji Yuan's own level of realm, it is natural that he cannot set foot in the long river of time.

But with the invitation from a stalwart man, the turbulent waves, the torrent of water covering endless years, seemed to be frozen and still.

It was like a blow from a divine blade, shaking off countless ripples in time and space.

Ji Yuan climbed up the stairs and stepped into the glorious golden palace that illuminates the universe.

"I don't know...Senior, why are you looking for me?"

If it weren't for the ancient Jiuchen hanging high above his head, the hanging starlight and the root of the Dao blended and confused.

I'm afraid that every inch of the body will disintegrate and disintegrate like a rising rosy sky, turning into a rainbow.

"It's only one line away, and you are about to surpass the acquired heels of the five immortals and five insects.

Transform that tripod again, destroy the avenue, and change the general trend.

In the future, it is not impossible to be promoted to the immortal god who established the religion and called the ancestor. "

The stalwart man sat on the ground, flicked his fingers, and the invisible energy intertwined, stirring up water in the vast space and time.

After a long while, the flat peach celestial root, which can be called the sacred medicine, appeared directly, with huge and plump fruits bearing on it.

Seeing this scene, Ji Yuan was slightly surprised. The peach garden in the ancient heaven was burned to the ground and destroyed by fire?

"There is nothing else that can be entertained, only these 9000-year-old peaches with purple veins and soft cores can be invited to taste."

The stalwart man reached out to pick it off, took a sip, and there seemed to be nostalgia in his eyes.

"Little friend just asked me what I was looking for.

In this long river of time that runs through the Nine Tribulations, I didn't want to be unreasonable, so I simply spoke directly.

Xiaoyou's surname is 'Ji', his first name is 'Yuan', and most people call him 'Jiulang'.

I'm a little older, and I'll call you Kuro too.

Presumably you also know that Hongmeng opened up, was originally conceived, and immortals and gods were born close to the way, and follow the way to join the truth.

In order to become the most fundamental 'one'.

Later, "one" was divided into "ten", and there were so many Daoguo positions.

The plan I discussed with several other Xuande sages is not complicated.

Falling into the source of the Dao, unifying the 'ten', and finally becoming 'one'.

To create a tenth calamity without disasters! "

This stalwart man was really quick to speak, and all the shocking secrets that had been buried in the eternal ages were so easily told from his mouth.

The shocking part made Ji Yuan almost think sluggishly, unable to think.

The cold sweat was dripping down on his forehead, and there was some uncontrollable fear.

Facing the prime minister Xuande, how is he different from ants and dust?

To be inexplicably drawn into the vortex of the ocean, and to be smashed to pieces may be the best end.

"What... does this have to do with me?"

After a long time, Ji Yuan bit the bullet and squeezed out these words.

"Nine kalpas circulated, the universe collapsed, in order to delay the horror of measuring kalpas, the bodies of the four gods were sealed.

The various layouts, games, winners and losers hidden in it are not clear for a while. "

The stalwart man looked calm, looked down at Ji Yuan who was sitting opposite him, and said softly:
"But in the end, the overall situation is still to forge the Ten Calamities and evolve the Primordial Mist.

Whoever joins the 'one' and becomes the 'ten' is the most important thing.

Ji Jiulang, let me ask you something, you say, "nine" combined with "one", for how much? "

(End of this chapter)