Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

Since then, there have been fourteen emperors.

Now Guozuo has been in existence for more than 470 years.

In Jinling City, extravagance is everywhere, and looking at the water of the Qinhuai River, every drop seems to be glowing with gold and silver.

At this time, it has only been half a year since the contestants entered this world. In a world with gods, demons, ghosts, heaven and hell, those who just rely on some whimsy to make things happen Most of the competitors are doomed to collapse into sand.

So, for the time being, it seems that everything is so calm.

Competitors like Cao Zhe who have considerable strength in a very short period of time are not only rare, but also rare.

It is absolutely impossible to have such a profound impact on the world so quickly.

However, it wasn't that no one made some noise.

The news that the sixth son of the Qing family of Taichang Temple held a song meeting on the Qinhuai River recently spread throughout half of Jinling City, and it became a joke for a while.

These days, it is fashionable to listen to music in Goulan, and this is the first time for a wealthy son to sing in Goulan.

Clearly, this is a contender.

Trying in vain to make a name for yourself by messing around with things like this.

Whether it's a good reputation, a bad reputation, or a bad reputation...it's better than doing nothing.

This is also common sense for competitors.

And doing some flower work in Fengyue, although it was a sensation for a while, it did not commit any taboos after all. On the contrary, it was the cheapest way to become famous with almost no serious troubles.

It's possible, after the sixth young master returns home, the rattan at home should be replaced more frequently.

"It's so fancy!" On the way, when he heard passers-by discussing Feng Sheng, the sixth son, he showed a disdainful expression.

Then he covered his mouth and retched again.

She vomits more diligently than a mother-to-be who is three months pregnant.

His complexion was very white, and his teeth even whiter.

Along the way, he insisted on brushing his teeth with willow branches, and asked Hongyu to wash his stomach with spells. Even with an extra half-fox, half-turtle inner alchemy in his body, he looked weak.

Covering the tortoise shell on the back with a large robe, and covering the fox ears with a hat, Feng Sheng's attire is somewhat strange.

After a while, the field mouse demon who was in charge of inquiring about the Kunlu Temple came back, jumped into Cao Zhe's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Master! The little demon has already inquired. There are 38 large and small temples inside and outside Jinling City. But I have never heard of the Kunlu Temple.”

"However, in some noble mansions, the little demons have superficial cultivation and dare not inquire about them."

"Perhaps some of the small private temples built by the nobles in their own courtyards are called Kunlu Temple. I don't know."

"No?" Cao Zhe frowned slightly.

Then he asked, "Is there a Pilu Temple dedicated to the Tathagata?"

No matter what Cao Zhe said, he also studied in Shaolin Buddhist Academy.

I know that Kunlu is also translated as "Vairocana", and in Pilu Temple, the ones enshrined are generally Dainichi Tathagata Vairocana.

The field mouse demon immediately nodded and said: "Yes! Yes! There is a Pilu Temple, which is in the western suburbs of the city."

"Okay! Then go to Pilu Temple first." Cao Zhe said.

Jinling City is very prosperous. There are not only temples, Taoist temples, but also some small sects such as Nestorianism from the West, all of which have strongholds inside and outside the city.

The Pilu Temple worships the Great Sun Tathagata, and the Great Sun Tathagata is the highest stature Tathagata in the tantric system.

In the context of immortal Buddhas, it is equivalent to the highest leader of a Buddhist faction in Lingshan.

Even so, the Pilu Temple in the western outskirts of the city is not luxurious, nor does it occupy a large area.

From the entrance to the treasure hall, and then into the meditation room in the backyard, the total distance is only one or two hundred steps.

When Cao Zhe and others visited, the gate of the temple was open.

There is no Zhike monk at the door.

After knocking on the door, no one answered.

Standing at the door and shouting a few times, only the birdsong on the eaves responded.

Cao Zhe was about to turn around and leave, but he saw an old monk with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge, who could be seen to be of barbarian blood, wearing a coarse cloth monk robe and carrying a bag of millet, coming from the path outside the temple.

When he saw Cao Zhe and the others, he stood still and said hello.

Cao Zhe immediately asked, "But Master Kong is in person?"

"Pindao is ordered by senior brother to deliver the letter."

The old monk smacked his mouth and pointed to his tongue.

But he saw that the tongue in his mouth had already been severed at the root, obviously unable to speak.

Putting down the sack in his hand, he saluted Cao Zhe with clasped hands.

Cao Zhe immediately returned the gift.

The old monk slapped his shoulder and signaled Cao Zhe to put the bag of millet on his back and enter the temple with him.

But don't worry, read the letter Cao Zhe handed over.

After entering the temple, the old monk closed the gate of the temple and led the group to the meditation room in the backyard.

Bamboo was also planted outside the meditation room, but it looked a bit messy and didn't take care of it.

A tall mulberry tree was also crooked and sickly lying aside.

Next to the meditation room is the narrow kitchen.

The old monk pointed to the stone mill for threshing the rice husk, and then pointed to the stove beside him, as if he wanted Cao Zhe to help grind the rice and then cook.

Cao Zhe didn't know what kind of medicine the monk sold in the gourd, but he still relied on him.

Without using spells, after grinding out the plump and yellowed rice grains, add water and steam them in a pot.

It's just that no matter how much firewood is added to the stove, the rice in the pot is still not cooked.

Cao Zhe simply activated the spell with mana and lit a fire under the stove.

But it still seems that the temperature is not enough.

The old monk squinted his eyes and pointed to the sun above his head, then sat on the futon and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

Cao Zhe thought for a while, and began to operate the Yin-Yang Alchemy to extract the firepower of the sun, and at the same time cast the fire spell to light a fire at the bottom of the furnace.

Finally, the rice in the pot began to emit a magical aroma.

Among the aromas, the field mouse demon and the little fox Hongyu were the first to faint, with sweet smiles on their faces, and fell asleep soundly.

Then came Feng Sheng.

He also fell asleep slowly, looking at his expression, he seemed to be having a sweet dream.

As for Cao Zhe, he always resisted the wave of sleepiness that came like a tide.

Although Cao Zhe knew it, maybe this time he would 'fall into a dream'.

It was his true intention of coming here, but he just wanted to fight to see how long he could last under this fragrance.

"There is the wisdom of the most victorious, always in life and death, to save all living beings, and not to enter Nirvana." In a daze, Cao Zhe seemed to hear the tongueless old monk speak.

Amid the pervasive aroma of yellow beams, Cao Zhe finally fell into a dream.

In a daze, Cao Zhe heard the melodious voice of the fairy, and he pushed away the dense fog in front of his eyes, and saw a myriad of golden and green palaces, towering above the colorful clouds, and the shuttle cranes and auspicious beasts kept coming and going among the palaces.

Fairies with peerless looks, holding flower baskets and offering fairy fruits, came from afar.

When they saw Cao Zhe, they all turned pale, and then they all bowed down.

Chapter 156 A Dream of Huang Liang

Cao Zhe saw one of the fairies, who looked very much like the female anchor who played a friendly match with him before. Although the female anchor was divorced and had a baby, she maintained a good figure and was still full of girlishness.

If you want to go up and say hello, it's a cliché.

But he found that his footsteps were not in control, and he walked past these fairies lightly, without looking sideways the whole time.

Then the scene changed, and he had arrived at a palace with carved beams and painted buildings, which was extremely magnificent. Around the palace, there were eight thousand immortal armor guards.

Cao Zhe didn't even know how he was so powerful.

Just by feeling the breath, each of the armored guards has strength far surpassing his own. The immortal soldiers in their hands and the armor on their bodies all have an extremely terrifying and ancient charm. Just looking at the patterns on them, Cao Zhe is Unavoidably some fascinated.

But at this moment, these powerful guards of the immortal family all knelt down to him devoutly, not daring to show any disrespect.

Then he stepped into the palace and sat on the high basalt throne, sometimes some very famous immortals visited.

Some rumored great powers of the immortal way sent him rare treasures from outside the territory, and even flattered him a little.

Only when the Sanqing and Liuyu came, he would take the initiative to stand up to greet those heavenly generals guarding one side, he just said hello and exchanged a few pleasantries.

When the immortal family with a lower status came to visit, he just nodded gently and didn't say much.

Da Tianzun often sent female immortals to his fairy palace. Many female immortals who had just ascended from the lower realm would deliberately select the best ones first and send them to his palace to take care of his daily life and clean the palace for him.

But he just concentrates on practicing martial arts and cultivating immortal arts, and he doesn't care about these complicated and trivial matters at all.

He often fought battles with those generals in the northern starry sky. Every battle would cause the starry sky to tremble wildly. The monsters in the world, seeing the light of the northern gods shining down, were terrified and dared not go out, let alone go out. Dare to act recklessly.

Like this, but I don't know how long it has passed.

Cao Zhe has even forgotten who he is, completely substituting himself into the identity of the emperor of heaven.

Live a simple, simple, but day-to-day life.

Until suddenly one day, he thought of those old friends.

Then he gave an order to search all the heavens and star realms, summoned Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Guo Jing, Huang Xiang, Hongyu, Xiaolongnv and others to the heavenly court, and gave them immortal titles.

But these old acquaintances with whom he could still talk and laugh at first, now they are very authentic.

Even Xiao Longnv forcibly suppressed her normal accent, and said little, in line with her appearance.

It seems that they can no longer eat hot pot and sliced ​​meat together.

Suddenly one day, Da Tianzun ordered him to lead the army to fight against a group of gods from outside the realm in Tianxu.

A big hole opened in the depths of the chaos.

There are gods from outside the territory, and there is a steady stream of influx.

This battle was very fierce, and immortals and gods were dying every moment. The Bodhisattvas and Buddhas who were in charge of blessing the Buddha mantras and healing the wounded in the rear of the battlefield were all weeping blood. In the middle of the impact, all the hits were cracked with fine cracks.

Four killing sword lights soared into the sky and charged across the battlefield in a mighty manner, but then they were broken by the golden spear mixed with madness in the middle.

The broken ancient clock vibrated above the void, and then completely shattered into debris.

The rotating pointer, blurred on the battlefield, every moment, there will be a chaotic catastrophe falling, powerful immortals and gods, irresistible fall in the catastrophe, leaving only false shadows, scattered all over the world shortage.

In the chaos, a beam of light rushed towards Cao Zhe. Before he could resist, it had already jumped through time and space, passed through all his resistance, and pierced through his chest with a bang.

The huge and burly body, dressed in burning black armor, crashed down on the battlefield.

The moment he fell, thousands of stars burned and dimmed at the same time.

Cao Zhe roared, "Who dares to kill me?"

Then he woke up suddenly.

Looking again at this time, it turned out that he was sitting under the mulberry tree at the entrance of the meditation room.

The yellow rice in the kitchen is still exuding a tempting aroma.

The old monk was sitting on the futon, slowly turning the beads.

Hongyu, Feng Sheng, and Vole Demon were still sleeping soundly, with smiles still on the corners of their mouths, snoring stupidly from time to time.

Cao Zhe tidied up his clothes, then walked up to the old monk, and said respectfully, "Master! What did that dream mean?"

The old monk handed him the letter written by Senior Brother Cao Zhe.

Cao Zhe opened the letter, and saw that it said: "Dreams are not dreams, fake or not, you need to remember when you think about it, don't forget the way you came, don't forget the time you went."

"I am me, he is him, let him be recited by thousands of people, don't have an empty future, when the moon shines brightly, and the breeze blows the hills."

When Cao Zhe saw the last two sentences, his fingers shook slightly.

These two sentences coincided with the main purpose of Jiuyang Divine Art.