Di Ting's heart skipped a beat. He raised his head stiffly and scanned the evil gods that had left their names in history one by one. Looking at these ghosts and gods, some of them were even his old acquaintances. The several Yin gods opposite who had had conflicts with Di Ting smiled inexplicably.
Di Ting's mouth twitched.
For a moment, my brain was a little stuck.
How much did I agree with you?
The young Taoist stepped into the Buddhist hall, his eyes were peaceful, his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his Taoist robe was pure. He no longer had the arrogance of stepping on the chains to fight in the sky and kill the Ghost Emperor. He no longer had the calmness of the black robe that fluttered and swept the world. He was just the Taoist's clarity and smiled, "Sir, I have an agreement with the seven Yin Gods."
"How about paying it back tenfold now?"
Listen carefully: "..."
Cardiac arrest!
This naughty and mischievous little idiot actually brought up this matter!
What does this little calf nose want to do? Want to sell me out?
Di Ting looked at Qi Wuhuo with a wary and suspicious look on his face. Finally, he glanced at these Yin spirits and sat down on the mat helplessly. He waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay, you have accomplished these things, and it is ten times more outrageous. I have nothing to say. Is that okay?"
"I'll help you ten times. How about that? No more talk."
Then Di Ting clearly saw that the young Taoist was stunned.
Immediately, Di Ting also realized something.
Fell into silence.
"Although it was just an accident, I still want to ask, did you want a favor at first?"
When Qi Wuhuo had the thought, Di Ting had already heard the answer. He raised his hand to stop him, and said with a twitch of his mouth:
"Stop, stop, stop, that's enough, stop talking!"
"Ten times, just ten times!"
"I'll admit defeat!"
His eyes swept over the group of Seventy-Two Departments that looked more like ghosts and evil gods than righteous gods. He really couldn't afford to lose this person. The young Taoist was slightly stunned. He knew that this gentleman in gray had always been stubborn. Even when they met in the human world, he had sealed his memory, and this would not change.
Di Ting has always been a man who would rather lose the fight than the battle. Even if the whole beast was burned to ashes, it would still hold its ground.
Then he followed the trend and said with a smile: "Then I will have to trouble you, sir."
He slightly turned sideways and looked at the seventy-two guarding officers waiting outside the temple.
"Reward the good and punish the evil. You will once again select the thirty strongest ones to follow me."
"Go back to the human world."
"Yes, Lord!"
Rewarding the good and punishing the evil was a natural response, while Di Ting looked up at the ghosts and gods in the underworld, and then looked at Qi Wuhuo. He reluctantly invited Qi Wuhuo to sit down. While waiting for the underworld to be ready, he poured him a cup of tea, sat cross-legged in front of the table, and said with a little doubt: "Since you have 72 departments, why don't you take them all with you?"
Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about how much hope can be placed in the destruction of Buddha and beheading the emperor. There are only thirty mountains prepared in the human world that can allow the earth gods to temporarily inhabit them."
"Besides, sir, you also said that there are seventy-two earthly immortal demon kings and thirty-six demon masters."
"There are millions of troops. In this situation, the more people there are, the easier it is to be involved. Didn't you also say that this is the ancient demon court formation that once killed the Taoist Tianzun in ancient times? In such a formation, the difference between thirty ghosts and gods and seventy-two earthly immortal ghosts and gods is not that big."
“Sometimes, more people isn’t always better.”
"Besides, even the Heavenly Venerable would perish under such a formation, let alone me. It is impossible for me to really kill millions of demons. My goal is to break the blockade, help Queen Hou Tu, and defeat Gou Chen."
Di Ting looked at the young Taoist who was waiting for the ghosts and gods to prepare.
The latter was very lucid, and remains sober even now.
I have never been overwhelmed by power and status, and I no longer remember who I am.
Di Ting sighed, with such a personality, even if he did not guide him, he would have met Tai Shang, no... maybe the other two would have known him in advance? Never mind, the matter is done, those two can just be angry with themselves! With his mind fluctuating, he said with a joking tone:
"What a pity! If you really had so much Yin God power and became the Lord of Mount Tai, this matter wouldn't be so difficult, right, Lord of Mount Tai?"
Qi Wuhuo asked: "Who are you calling, sir?"
Di Ting smiled and asked, "Aren't you the Lord of the Mansion?"
"I see that all the chief officers of the seventy-two departments call you that."
The young Taoist said, "The way they address me seems to be different from the one you just addressed, sir."
"I am not the Lord of Mount Tai that you mentioned. To me, it is just a sword called Lord of Mount Tai. I can break it or abandon it."
"And the sharpness of the sword does not represent my own strength."
Di Ting was a little surprised and wanted to laugh at this guy. Isn't it enough to be useful? Why bother with so much? Do you want to be the Taoist master? But when his eyes fell on Qi Wuhuo, he was slightly startled. Suddenly he realized that this young Taoist was here in his real body. The body of a living being in the world of the living would only be weakened in the underworld.
Some immortals and gods are unable to live freely in the underworld.
What's more, someone like Qi Wuhuo was actually inhaling and exhaling the air of the underworld when he breathed, and drinking the tea of the soul.
His eyes were calm, his aura was light, still maintaining the Taoist sense of moderation and peace.
!!!
Di Ting sensed the changes in Qi Wuhuo's body and stood up suddenly. There was a hint of disbelief in his tone, and his voice was raised several degrees, knocking over the tables and chairs. It was obvious that Di Ting was greatly shaken. He pressed the table with both hands, approached Qi Wuhuo, and said:
"Fuck, this isn't... this is?? Yin and Yang?!!"
"You, you broke through?"
If you get close, you can feel it.
Inside the young Taoist's body, the Qi is no longer divided into yin and yang.
Qi moves to the dark and mysterious, moves to the center, and returns to purity.
Even in this dark underworld, it is still like walking in the world of the living. This is not the effect of Taoism.
Di Ting looked at Qi Wuhuo in front of him and said word by word:
"The original spirit of Tao is silent and bright, the flesh of Buddha is not leaking, and the innate yin and yang are not ignorant?!"
"There are four positive things: stillness and concentration, and breath concentration."
“You, you…”
"Wouldn't it be possible to obtain the whole thing if only two of the four elements were left?"
Di Ting's tone was slightly shaken.
Complete the way.
This is the foundation of the Three Pure Ones and Four Imperial Lords!
Neither the old bald Ksitigarbha nor the monk Randeng are at this level.
Qi Wuhuo shook his head: "No."
Di Ting breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the young Taoist holding up a finger, he said, "There is only one positive left."
"To attack the sky from the earth is called Tai."
“Therefore, the interaction between heaven and earth has been achieved.”
I listened attentively and was speechless and absent-minded for a long time. It was really a pity.
He couldn't help but sigh. "That's why it's a pity that you have broken the foundation of the Great Heavenly Immortal Dao. When you have cultivated to the limit of the True Lord, if you still want to go to the Lord of Mount Tai, you may only be able to get someone like the Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi, or the Southern Pole Zhuling Emperor."
Qi Wuhuo did not answer, but replied quietly: "That will have to wait until that day comes."
Di Ting asked: "What about your two ghost emperors?"
Qi Wuhuo said: "They are suppressing the other two... They cannot leave Fengdu City, otherwise, the underworld will be in chaos."
Di Ting sighed: "Indeed... the entire underworld, Fengdu, is also a mess."
"Even if those two are disappointed with Zhou Qi, they will not be convinced by you."
"The power of the ritual has been completely dissipated, otherwise, you could have suppressed or killed them." While they were talking, all the ghosts and gods came out and selected thirty fighting Yin gods who had followed the Northern Emperor in the past years, galloping between heaven and earth, capturing all the evil gods and ghosts and imprisoning and suppressing them.
The young Taoist stood up, his sleeves hanging down, and he held the Blood River Sword in one hand.
Now the Blood River Sword no longer had the slightest sign of dissatisfaction.
Step on the chains to ascend to heaven, slay the Ghost Emperor, control the Four Imperial Gods, and point the sword to the South Pole.
Now Xuehe is so eager to use his own body to inoculate this Taoist priest, thinking that as long as he can taste a drop of blood, he will gain immortality.
Even if he exploded and died on the spot, he would still laugh out loud.
The young Taoist had a wooden hairpin in his black hair and a clean Taoist robe hanging down. He said gently:
"Well, thank you, sir, for pointing out the way for the million-strong army."
"Please point out that 'glimmer of hope' for me."
Thirty underworld ghosts and gods who reward the good and punish the evil follow the young Taoist. They will fight against more than three times the number of strong people at the same level, and even include an ancient bloodline true lord who is one major level higher than themselves. This is not an easy task, and it may even be fatal. However, the Di Ting behind them is their only possibility to win.
An army of millions is vast and majestic, but the larger the army, the easier it is to make mistakes.
And the true listening that can hear the suffering of the Four Noble Truths can find this flaw with incredible accuracy!
Let them accomplish their real combat purpose.
Listening carefully and lowering his eyes, he sensed that the entire situation would change after the young man in front of him completed his own judgment - by adding thirty top mountains of the demon clan, and the veins within them, with the assistance of the Taishan mountain range, Hou Tu could quickly defeat Gou Chen, and thus this catastrophe would be eliminated. This was the value of top strategists and bravery, which could reverse the situation.
However, now this young Taoist priest is only assisting Beiji and Houtu.
是否未来有那样一天，他作为更加直接的角色参与到这些事件当中，谛听叹息一声，道：“可惜，白泽若是在的话，或许可以提前看到这些……”
天下有大变。
道人入人间。
……
凌霄宝殿之中，玉皇服下了丹药，却仍旧需要继续静养，而今量劫，他几番动了杀机杀念，哪怕是玄都大法师在第一时间抵达，但是玉皇仍旧变得虚弱至极，面色苍白，玄都计算着上一次的玉皇意识散开，失去记忆和而今的间隔，神色逐渐沉下来。
复又服下丹药，却忽而，天鼓被敲击！
轰轰轰的声音传递来去，不断鼓**。
玄都大法师转身，眸子冰冷看着声音传来的方向，提起手掌，但是却被玉皇按住，玄都回身，看到了玉皇摇了摇头，少年玉皇嗓音温和，道：“昊天曾经立下过的规矩里面，有遇大波折大变化之时，敲击天鼓，天帝开朝堂的规则。”
“当然，这也需要付出一定代价，以证明小事不可扰动天鼓。”
“既然我等要维系这个秩序，那么自己就不能违逆曾经的约定。”
“先生，不必担心我。”
“我还可以撑一段时间，至少，还不到我的记忆失去的时候。”
玄都缓缓收手，而少年玉皇微笑，服下丹药，迈步向前，凌霄宝殿再度开启，群仙列真而来，玉皇眸子平和，群仙在列，玉皇淡淡道：“谁人击鼓？”
而见到有司法大天尊大步而来，气势磅礴，而后出其列，拱手行礼，肃然道：
“是臣。”
“卿有何事？”
司法大天尊拱手，眉宇凌厉，语气平和道：“而今阴司幽冥为十殿阎君，这是玉清大天尊允诺的，而酆都城乃是之前岁月，用来关押诸多阴司之鬼的罪城，而其中的五方鬼帝，尽数孽障，而今中央鬼帝周乞，竟然前去投奔南极长生大帝，臣，请追究南极！”
自有诸多仙神列真齐齐道：“请追究南极。”
南极乃御，乃是整个天地之间的极致。
而今的玉皇如何压得住南极？
少年玉皇心中有怒意，知道这是对面故意要将平息下来的矛盾挑出来，但是此刻的实力不足，他仍旧只是压抑住这杀机，平和道：“此事，允了。”
司法天尊微微抬眸。
那少年玉皇平和道：“一切皆已全权交付北帝处理，卿可前去，和北帝商讨。”
于是司法天尊的声音微顿，缓声道：“臣，知道了。”
玉皇平和道：“若无其他……”
司法天尊道：“臣，还有一事。”
“既酆都为罪城，酆都鬼帝皆为罪臣，为北极紫微大帝君亲自镇压，由而今的阴司幽冥之正统十殿阎罗封印，现，有自称之为泰山府君者，竟逃离酆都，登临天阙，更对南极长生大帝出手，臣——”
“请诛泰山！”
“灭酆都！”
一片寂然，那些处于中立的仙神却已不知道司法天尊要做什么，但是有的觉得，这泰山府君似乎是为了解决量劫而出现，又有谁觉得，无论他的目的如何，他终究是来自于被北帝抛弃，由现在的阴司者那样的酆都城，终究是罪臣，司法天尊这样的提议，倒似无不可。
老天君缄默不言。
有三分之一的仙神碍于司法天尊这位合道大帝的威慑，不得不起身道：
“请诛泰山，灭酆都！”
声音沉寂恢弘，玉皇的双手扣紧了袖袍，而后，忽而笑起来。
已退了一步一步的少年玉皇双手松开，眸子扫过这诸多的仙神，缓缓起身，道：
“泰山府君，为吾承认的幽冥正神。”
“汝等，要做什么？”
气氛隐隐有些死寂，似乎是没有谁会预料到，玉皇竟然在这样的事情上和司法天尊发生了冲突，在这样的寂静之中，司法天尊都眼底有些惊愕，踏前半步，淡淡道：“还未曾询问，什么时候，本座怎么不知道？”
“又是何等正神，可不受我天枢院之法？！”
玉皇袖袍一扫。
激**法力！
虚空之中，浩**天书泛起了层层流光和涟漪，无尽的光芒和气机升腾，祥云四散，绝强大的压迫感让诸神都心底一滞，玉皇缓缓起身，垂眸看向那司法天尊，淡淡道：“司法，跪下。”
一道道视线看向司法天尊。
见昊天玉卷，群仙诸神皆跪拜！
于是司法天尊缓缓跪在云端，缓缓低下首级，双手垂落，并无挣扎亦或者反抗，玉皇眸子泛起一丝丝流光，抬手并指一扫，天书展开，一口气到了天界诸司，其中最为威严者为天枢院，而杀戮者为驱邪院，他在天枢院之中，司法天尊的位格一侧，写下一行文字。
泰山府君。
玉色一闪而过，这不代表着什么，只有一个含义。
天庭——
昊天认可泰山府君的正神位格。
凡天庭之内，不可攻讦！
而其尊号，亦主掌阴司幽冥之生死刑律，和天枢院司法同列！
攻泰山府君者，视同挑衅天帝！
！！！
司法天尊双手手掌猛然攥紧，眼底有森然杀机，但是最终却什么都没有说，这就是玉皇正统，昊天转世的压迫，玉皇五指握合，这天书玉卷猛然一合，握在掌心之中，玉皇漠然道：“卿等，退下吧。”
群仙起身，皆拜见而步步后退。
司法天尊神色绷紧，转身大步离开，玉皇的声音平和响起：“司法。”
他的声音缥缈而平淡：
“妄击天鼓，而无大事，自去领一百打神鞭。”
司法天尊的动作一滞。
而后缓声道：“臣，领命！”
一扫袖袍，大步离开，直去了打神鞭之处，群仙都似是很少再见到玉皇这样发威发怒，将司法都压制住，心中不由多了些许的敬畏之感，皆再拜而去，凌霄宝殿渐渐空旷下来，玄都大法师现身，沉默，语气平淡道：
“你不该动怒，不该动杀机，不该，动敕令……”
“更不该动天书，不该动印玺。”
他一步一步往上走去，最后挥袖扫去了遮掩的法门，云气四散而开，少年玉皇的嘴角鲜血流出，勉强微笑了下：“咳咳咳……”
“叫先生看笑话了。”
“只是，吾不能再退让了。”
“司法真君之死我无能为力，后土勾陈之事，我不能向后土解释。”
“就连南极北极，我都无法去制衡。”
“泰他止住了最大的量劫危机，我不能连这个时候都要退让啊。”
“不过还好，泰山府君我写了上去，这样的话，天庭群仙都不会对他产生什么影响和阻拦，他至少是可以自如地发成长一段时间了吧，呵……先生，你之前那样的反应大，我猜泰山府君，应该实力还没有成长起来吧？”
“这是我的感谢，希望可以为他整合幽冥，提供一点微不足道的帮助。”
“你的反应那般大，我猜猜看，他是不是就是你那位藏起来谁都不知道的师弟？”
少年坐在高座上，轻声询问，嘴角鲜血干涸了。
前面是大袖垂落的清俊道人。
少年玉皇道：“他叫什么名字？”
清俊道人深深吸了口气，回答道：
“他是我的师弟，道号太上玄微，本名，齐无惑。”
“锦州人士。”
“是吗……”
少年玉皇眸子缓缓闭合，控制不住的闭合，眼底都是那少年府君踏空而来的模样。
心里面记着这个名字。
眼前似乎变得极为遥远的清俊道人道：“陛下，困倦了吗？”
“嗯……先生，我睡一会儿，放心吧。”
“【我】，还会醒过来的。”
“我不会忘记你的。”
“不过，有一个问题我很想要知道，过去的我，是怎么样开始失去记忆呢？”
玄都大法师轻声回答道：“你用自己的元神，为苍生挡住了劫。”
“挡住了抹去人皇，诛杀龙皇的劫，八千年前，苍生其实没有太多的受难。”
“是这样啊。”
“是一个符合玉皇的死法。”
“可惜，先生说的，我都不记得了。”
“一点都不记得。”
玉皇笑了笑，然后慢慢闭上了眼睛。
玄都大法师看着他，感知到这一段意识剧烈波动，而后碎裂，消失不见了。
手掌猛地一坠，再无声息。
玄都大法师踉跄了半步，眼神之中，满是悲怆。
但是伴随着时间。
昊天不死不灭的功体又滋生出了新的意识。
【一场梦】
【一场处处皆是空白的梦，无边的梦境，不记得谁是谁，不记得我是我】
【不记得过去，不记得未来】
【只是知道，该要醒来了】
过去了很久，又仿佛只是一刹那，在凌霄宝殿上的少年缓缓睁开了眼睛，那眼神剔透而澄澈，没有丝毫的污染，周围都是昏暗的大殿，而眼前是一名道人，那道人大袖飘摇，眼底似乎有一丝丝浓郁地化不开的情绪，是悲伤，还是怜悯？
那宝座上的少年好奇道：
“你，是谁啊？”
他变得像是十二三岁的少年了，脚都无法踩在地上，晃悠着。
The great master Xuandu in front of him smiled, and the sadness in his eyes disappeared. He smiled gently and bowed slightly, holding a whisk, a Taoist hairpin in his black hair, and his sleeves were clean and comfortable.
Just like the countless encounters and reunions we had had over the past eight thousand years, he said:
"Immortal Xuandu."
"I am following the master's order to make an elixir for your majesty."
"Oh, Master Xuandu!"
The young Jade Emperor nodded, and the great master Xuandu said gently: "Do you remember me?"
The young man was puzzled, and asked curiously in a natural tone:
"Have I ever met the great master Xuandu before?"
Master Xuandu was silent for a while, then he smiled naturally and said, "It should be none."
"It's just that you and my old friend are very similar..."
"Ah, really?"
"Yes, but if you look closely, you are not him."
Master Xuandu asked, "Your Majesty, do you remember anything?"
The Jade Emperor frowned and thought for a long time, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly and innocently, saying, "Yes!"
“Very clear!”
He is now smaller than before, his feet are not on the ground. He swayed for a bit, then jumped down, spread his arms, his eyes bright. Xuan Du seemed to see the past eight thousand years and six hundred generations, those completely different him who had lost his memory, his self, his magical powers, and who had checked and balanced the gods and Buddhas in the sky. It was as if generations of Jade Emperors were all here.
But those friends were gone, leaving only the young boy who said:
"I want to suppress the Heavenly Court and guard the six realms."
"Even if it costs my life!"
"We must protect the common people too!"
Master Xuandu lost his mind.
Eight thousand years of suffering, more than six hundred generations of Jade Emperors.
It is all like this.