Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

West Jade Mountain, Fengshen Palace.

Jiang Ziya lay leisurely on the top of the mountain, the rocking chair swaying gently under him, the strong wind blowing on his face, which was very comfortable.

There is no smoke, no war, no killing, no death, it is very peaceful. Jiang Ziya was alone, enjoying the rare tranquility.

Although there was Ancestor Minghe in the ancient world who always wanted to kill him, Ancestor Minghe did not dare to come to Yujing Mountain!

"It's really unexpected that my clone can enjoy the retirement life that the main body cannot enjoy in advance."

Jiang Ziya looked at the clear blue sky, feeling content in his heart.

Now, he wants a house, a house, and land. Even half of Yujing Mountain is his, and he is a sure winner in life.

Fang Yang and Yang Jiao both achieved great magical power, but they did not enjoy it as much as Jiang Ziya.

Fang Yang has to work hard all day long to attain the Taoist Hunyuan, walking on thin ice, fearing that he will fall into other people's schemes and his Taoism will disappear into thin air.

Yang Jiao was even more miserable because he inherited a mess from the leader of Tongtian Cult. After taking the Chaos Bell, he could only do it himself, take the helm personally, and try his best to pull Jie Jiao out of the whirlpool of failure.

"Ok?"

Jiang Ziya closed his eyes, and a picture appeared in his mind. This was the scene where his clone was killed by Ancestor Styx.

This clone started too late, and its training days are short. Its opportunities are not as good as those of the original body and Yang Jiao. Its cultivation has not made much progress. It is now only at the peak of the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

His clone was completely vulnerable in front of Ancestor Styx and was killed in minutes.

"Why is this Styx like a mad dog, always biting me? I still don't want to go down the mountain until I become a master of great supernatural powers. But I practice the art of killing three corpses, and I have already killed the apricot yellow flag. Go up Where can I get the innate spiritual treasure to kill the corpse?"

Jiang Ziya moved his fingers, and in an instant, all the clones he had left in the wilderness disappeared.

There were not many innate spiritual treasures in Chan's teaching, and Jiang Ziya started late. When it was his turn, he only had an apricot-yellow flag left.

Jiang Ziya was able to break through to Quasi-Sage, all thanks to Xinghuang Banner. Without Xinghuang Banner, he wouldn't even have the innate spiritual treasure to kill corpses.

Drought will kill you, waterlogging will kill you. Fang Yang has too many innate spiritual treasures to use, but Jiang Ziya is miserable here, so poor that he can drink the northwest wind.

Just when he thought of the word "poor", a stream of light crossed the sky and fell in front of Jiang Ziya.

This is a transmission talisman, unique to Chan's disciples.

When Jiang Ziya saw a transmission talisman flying towards him, he did not catch it, but made some calculations first.

This calculation made his face look uncertain.

According to the secret display, Yuxu Palace encountered a strong enemy again, and this time, the Xuanmen elders did not show up.

Jiang Ziya didn't answer the transmission talisman, but a sound came out of the transmission talisman.

"Junior Brother Ziya, something bad has happened. Senior Brother was captured by Ancestor Minghe."

This voice belonged to Master Huang Long, and the tone sounded very urgent.

"Brother Headmaster was arrested again?"

Jiang Ziya couldn't lie still anymore and sat up in shock.

Ancestor Styx and Yuanshi Tianzun have no hatred. It has always been the Two Saints of the West who suppressed Ancestor Styx. The two people in the west once wanted to take away the red lotus of the twelfth grade of karma to enhance the origin of the golden lotus of the twelfth grade of merit.

Out of various considerations, the leader of Tongtian helped Patriarch Styx block the Second Saint of the West, so that the treasures of Patriarch Styx could be preserved.

Therefore, Patriarch Minghe did not come to capture Guangchengzi for Yuanshi Tianzun, but captured Guangchengzi for Jiang Ziya.

"Ziya, Patriarch Minghe left a message, saying that if we want to save Brother Master, we need to use you in exchange."

This sentence came very late. Master Huanglong must have been struggling for a long time before saying this.

Before the Conferred God Tribulation, except for Master Yuding, Master Huanglong did not have much contact with other disciples of Chanjiao.

During the Conferred God Tribulation, in order to express himself, Huanglong was often active on the battlefield. He was caught several times, and Jiang Ziya saved him several times.

In this way, Master Huang Long became good friends with Jiang Ziya.

Therefore, Master Huanglong sent out the transmission talisman to ask Jiang Ziya to prepare.

Jiang Ziya smiled when he heard the news from Master Huang Long, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.

He originally didn't want to touch Ancestor Styx, but Ancestor Styx was so bullying that he couldn't turn a blind eye.

Jiang Ziya stood up from the rocking chair and cast a transmission note to the east in front of him.

Whoosh!

The sound transmission was like a flying sword, piercing through the void and quickly reaching a distant and unknown place.

"Master, we are just casual cultivators, and our feet are far inferior to those of innate beings. Are we also qualified to climb the Daluo Way?"

"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs. Although you are casual cultivators, you are also living beings under the way of heaven. All living beings have the opportunity to transcend."

"Really? Do we have a chance?"

"Of course there is. I will tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a plum civet cat in the Taihang Mountains. It took two hundred and fifty years of hard training before it finally transformed."

"As long as you have hope in your hearts and have confidence in yourself, you will have the opportunity to transcend. Immortals have a long lifespan. Even if you make a little progress every day, accumulated over countless years, your foundation will become deeper."

On the bank of the East China Sea, in a small city, Yang Jiao, Chen Jiugong, and Yao Shaosi transformed into three ordinary Taoist priests, explaining various principles to the casual cultivators.

Preacher Yang Jiao would never talk nonsense like letting people "intercept a glimmer of life". The ants are still trying to survive, but when faced with death, anyone who has a desire to survive will intercept any chance of survival.

When he preaches, his main purpose is to instill chicken soup for the soul.

Regardless of whether chicken soup works or not, a positive attitude is always better than a negative one.

Over the years, the name of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect has gradually spread among casual cultivators.

Yang Jiao really didn't dare to use the name "Jie Jiao". Every time he announced his family status and said that he was a member of the Jie Jiao, the immortals around him would lower their heads in fear. Some even knelt down on the ground and begged him. Spare your life.

As the leader of Jiejiao, he is completely unable to preach. In desperation, he had no choice but to put on the "Lord of Ten Thousand Immortals" vest and use it to preach.

After the sermon was finished, the monks dispersed. Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi looked excited.

"Brother Headmaster, why did you come in person this time to preach?"

Now, Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi are no longer the little people they were before. After they came out of seclusion, they successfully survived the tribulation of Daluo and attained Daluo enlightenment.

On the other hand, Lihuaxian and Mulanxian, like Huanglong Zhenren, failed as soon as they crossed the tribulation. Yang Jiao had to take action every time to save them from the river of fate.

After Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi preached the truth, they became more convinced of Yang Jiao.

If Yang Jiao had not led them to preach and gave them a thorough understanding of the glimmer of hope, they would not have been able to attain enlightenment so quickly.

You must know that in both Chan and Western religions, there are no second-generation disciples who have attained enlightenment.

"Brother, I came here this time to see the results of your preaching. You have done a great job. The teachings of my religion are spread across thousands of miles of coastline."

Yang Jiao praised.

Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi smiled and wanted to say something, but their sharp eyes saw a transmission note flying towards them.

"Brother!"

Yang Jiao nodded, scooped it up with his big hand, and dropped the transmission note into his palm.