Chapter 368 Fang Zuo's foundation for enlightenment, Taoist Master Zhang recognizes his aunt
Fang Zuo stood on a small hill with a calm expression, looking into the distance.
Countless soldiers were fighting below.
The shouts were thunderous and the war drums were cracking the clouds.
The rain of arrows blocked out the sun, the cavalry broke through the formation, and the armor collided like waves.
The place of confrontation was filled with blood mist.
Corpses filled the ravines and severed limbs hung as flags.
Rivers of blood seeped into the cracked and scorched earth.
In terms of tactics and clothing, it is no different from ancient China.
This seems like a place exactly like Earth.
It's just that times are different.
Someone came over stealthily, patted Fang Zuo on the shoulder and shouted:
“Brother!!”
Fang Zuo turned his head.
The guy himself had discovered him a long time ago.
He had been hiding on the hill nearby.
Shrinking and hiding.
Be extremely vigilant.
It wasn't until he discovered me that he ran over.
Fang Zuo looked at this guy.
He is young and has a childish look on his face.
Looks like a high school or college student.
Wearing a black sportswear and carrying a KFC takeout bag.
He is dressed like a modern person.
It forms a very strong contrast with the two armies in ancient costumes fighting in the distance.
"Brother, we are one of us! Did you travel through time? Or were you reborn?" This guy patted Fang Zuo's shoulder and asked in a low voice, pulling Fang Zuo back: "There are too many stray arrows here, let's move back a bit, safety is the most important thing, don't die accidentally after coming here with great difficulty."
Fang Zuo remained silent.
Let him hold it.
A strong wind blew, raising yellow dust.
The guy patted the dust off the KFC takeout bag with concern.
Seeing Fang Zuo frowning without saying anything, he continued:
"Brother, why don't you say anything? We are the same. You are wearing a suit. Don't tell me you are not a time traveler."
Seeing that Fang Zuo still didn't speak, he asked doubtfully:
"Aren't you Chinese? Are you a Japanese? Or a Korean?"
"Palace Jade Liquor?"
"Ku Ni Jiwa?"
"Oppa?"
"Fuck, is he mute?" He called out several times, and when he saw Fang Zuo still didn't say anything, he felt a little discouraged:
"I don't know if you can understand my simplified Chinese characters."
He picked up a branch from the ground and prepared to write something on the ground for Fang Zuo to see.
"Where are you from, and where is this?"
Suddenly a voice came from above his head, which made him overjoyed.
"You're not mute, no, brother, I don't mean to scold you." The guy stood up quickly.
Seeing Fang Zuo staring at the KFC bag in his hand, he opened it generously.
Then he carefully took out a box of egg tarts and handed one to Fang Zuo: "Brother, don't blame me for being stingy. These are the only egg tarts I have left after traveling through time. I do have a cart of sexy lingerie. If you want, I can give you some."
Fang Zuo didn't hesitate to take it and ate it in two bites.
It turned out to be KFC’s egg tart.
The taste is not fake at all.
This made Fang Zuo even more interested in this place.
"How did you get here?" Fang Zuo asked.
"I don't know either, brother. Isn't today a crazy Thursday? I went to KFC to bring some egg tarts and hamburgers to my roommates. Suddenly a truck hit me, and I was here the next second." This guy saw Fang Zuo eat the egg tart in two bites, and felt a little distressed, and added:
"That truck is full of sexy lingerie, both black and white. Do you want some, brother? If you do, come with me to get some. They'll be useful as bandages. It's a mess here."
"Brother, you must be hungry after traveling through time, right?"
As this guy was speaking, he saw Fang Zuo still looking at the KFC bag. Although he was reluctant, he generously took out another one and handed it to Fang Zuo.
"Where is this?" Fang Zuo waved his hand.
“I don’t know, but looking at the teams fighting below, it should be the Three Kingdoms era. Aren’t those the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army?” Seeing that Fang Zuo didn’t eat it, the guy quickly put the egg tart away.
"Oh? How did you know?" Fang Zuo asked, glancing at the battlefield.
"Most of the battle flags of the Eastern Han army had a crimson background with the word 'Han' embroidered on them. Look at that battle flag, there is also the black word 'Huangfu', with tiger and star patterns. It must be the famous general Huangfu Song of the Eastern Han Dynasty."
"The opposing army wore yellow scarves wrapped around their heads, with yellow cloth wrapped around their coarse linen jackets. Their battle flags were khaki linen with the Big Dipper and the Chinese character 'Zhang' painted on them."
"It's either Zhang Jue or Zhang Bao."
"You are well-versed in history." Fang Zuo nodded.
"It's okay." The guy nodded: "I've loved reading since I was a child, and it delayed my studies. How did you get here, brother?"
"Me? I flew here." Fang Zuo said lightly.
"Flying? Plane?"
“No, it just flew here.”
After hearing this, the guy nodded with a pitiful look on his face.
This brother might have gone a little crazy.
At this moment, he heard Fang Zuo say again.
"Okay, eat your egg tart and I'll give you something."
"What? Big Brother?"
"Experience it yourself." Fang Zuo gently waved his hand: "Goodbye."
As he spoke, his body instantly flew into the air.
The guy just felt a heat filling his whole body, and when he looked up again, the big brother had disappeared.
"Fuck, did it really fly here?"
"Am I dreaming?"
At this moment, Fang Zuo had already flown high into the sky.
Look at this world.
Not the shape of domestic land.
Although what that guy said makes sense, it was the Three Kingdoms era.
But at this cursory glance, the terrain is very different from that in China.
Fang Zuo closed his eyes and concentrated.
He said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you come out to see me? Don't blame me for being rude."
As he spoke, the Nascent Soul in his body opened its eyes angrily.
The energy waves around his body exploded into a thousand feet of golden light.
A hundred-foot-tall shadow of Dharma image slowly emerged above his head.
In an instant, the strong wind around him blew back.
The thousands of miles of mountains beneath my feet collapsed like paper.
The rivers are hanging upside down and roaring as they fall into the abyss.
Dark clouds covered the sun, and the sky and the earth were dark.
Even the sun and the moon were like two candle flames, flickering and about to shatter in Fang Zuo's momentum.
The two armies fighting on the ground and that guy were so scared that they lay on the ground motionless.
"Haha, fellow Taoist, there is no need to be like this. I am just about to meet you." A friendly chuckle sounded in Fang Zuo's ear.
In an instant he was wrapped by a force and appeared in a cave.
A very simple cave.
Two futons.
A stone table with a chessboard and an incense burner emitting green smoke.
There are stone walls all around.
Nothing more.
A white-haired old man in a white robe was sitting on a cushion.
Holding a whisk in his arms, he stroked his white beard.
Full of kindness.
"If you stay a little longer, this small world will be torn to pieces." The old man said with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist, are you a Yang God?" Fang Zuo felt fearful when he looked at the old man in front of him.
This was the first time since he became enlightened.
The old man in front of him was definitely a whole realm above him.
It just looks dead.
Not long life.
I'm afraid it won't be long before he dies.
"Shame on you, shame on you!! I am just a Dao Xiao Guo San." The old man smiled and said, "I am Bi Wu San Dao, I am honored to meet you!"
"Thank you for your courtesy, fellow Taoist," Fang Zuo bowed.
"I am a Taoist who has exhausted his teachings. I am honored to meet you, Taoist friend." Bi Wu Sanren also bowed and said, "Please take a seat, Taoist friend!"
Fang looked around the cave.
The spiritual energy was still weak and the cave was about to disappear.
Just like this Biwu Sanren.
But there is an inexplicable force maintaining it.
He took a few steps forward and sat on another cushion.
Sitting face to face with this Biwu Sanren.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have any tea or fruit to treat you now. I know you have only recently attained enlightenment, and the world has changed. I'm sure you have many questions to ask me. Feel free to ask them directly." Biwu Sanren said with a smile:
"When I am at the end of my Dao, I am very excited and relieved to meet a younger generation who has the last chance to succeed the Dao."
"I wonder when you achieved enlightenment?" Fang Zuo did have a lot of questions in his mind, and he asked them directly without any hesitation.
Bi Wu San Ren sighed softly, his eyes flickered, “I first experienced the calamity of Bingchen in Tianshu, and I swallowed the Nine Deaths Returning to Life Grass in Zhongnan Mountain and stole a trace of the foundation of Taoism.”
"Later, our generation of scattered immortals' ancestor Zhenyuan Patriarch began to lecture on the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. I was fortunate enough to kneel under the alchemy platform and listen to his teachings for a thousand years."
"I have also seen with my own eyes the ginseng fruit tree sprouting new buds to transcend the tribulation, and the immortal fruit falling to the ground emitting a green light of Yimu."
"I have also seen it with my own eyes, the purple phoenix bathing in fire igniting the jade steps of Kunlun, and the nectar hanging in the air flowing over the Yaochi Festival."
"After that, he went through thirty-six thunder tribulations and seventy-two ground fires before he attained the status of an earthly immortal."
"At that time, the purple air in Wuzhuang Temple came from the east for 30,000 miles, and it is still flowing in our spiritual platform today, but it's a pity that there is not much left."
"The year of the disaster of Bingchen in Tianshu calendar," Fang Zuo repeated with a frown.
This calendar is not recorded in Taoist scriptures.
I have never seen it in Buddhist scriptures.
I think it was in ancient times.
As for the Nine-Lives-Resurrection Grass, there have been records of it.
In ancient times, there were countless spiritual creatures in heaven and earth.
This is one of the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth.
After reaching Nascent Soul stage, to become an earthly immortal, one must obtain these spiritual objects.
Just pick up one and eat it, and you’ll have a chance of becoming an immortal.
Unlike now, "This is the calendar of the Heavenly Court. It's normal that you don't know it." Bi Wu Sanren explained with a smile, "I was just lucky enough to be in the heyday of spiritual energy, a mayfly under the Heavenly Dao! At that time, there were countless Yang Gods in the world, and they were not worth mentioning. It's nothing compared to you who can still achieve enlightenment in the Nascent Soul stage during the Dharma Ending Period."
"You are too modest, fellow Taoist." Fang Zuo shook his head. "Being able to become an earthly immortal, or even worshipping the ancestor of earthly immortals, is not just a fluke."
"Haha, fellow Taoist, you haven't seen the grand occasion back then." Biwu Sanren waved his whisk and said, "I'm not being modest."
"At that time, within the Three Realms, there were as many Yang Gods as the grains of sand in the Ganges River, the celestial immortals and earthly immortals were like stars filling the sky, and the gods and ghosts were like hills and tombs connecting the sky!"
"The Yaochi Banquet has not yet ended, the Tushita Palace has opened again, and the clouds are crowding down the three thousand miles of scattered immortals!"
"Just as the judge put down his pen, Meng Po's soup is already boiling, and the ghosts and immortals in Fengdu City are praying for immortality!"
"In the Southern Continent, incense burns everywhere, and all the mountain spirits and wild monsters claim to be immortals!"
"Even if a single leaf from the Peach Garden fell into the mortal world, eight hundred grass-headed gods would fight for it!"
When Fang Zuo heard this, he couldn't help but feel a longing look in his heart.
This is by no means comparable to the messy gods of the Japanese island nation.
Such a grand occasion, the only grand occasion like this!
As a monk.
Hear this.
It makes people feel relaxed and happy, and they yearn for it! But the Biwu Sanren sighed and interrupted Fang Zuo's thoughts.
"Alas, maybe that's the case. We have divided up all the spiritual energy!" Bi Wu San Ren sighed, "We have angered the Heavenly Dao, and the spiritual energy is beginning to fade."
"Fellow Daoist, I have a question." Fang Zuo asked, "I heard that our Taoist Sanqing and Buddhist sects have gone far away to seek new opportunities, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the heavens have also followed them."
"Why didn't you go?"
"It's not just the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the heaven! Not long after the Taoist Three Pure Ones and the Buddhas of Lingshan left, they sent back a decree to the Three Realms: a place of new opportunities has been found!" Memories flashed across Biwu Sanren's brows:
"But it also states that there are many spiritual opportunities there, and there are many disasters! Many local powerful people are very hostile to us, and fighting is inevitable! Anyone who is at the same level as Yang Shen can go there.
"At that time, the spiritual energy was gradually weakening. Whether it was the gods in the sky or the demon saints in the mortal world, they all huddled in their caves and dared not move, for fear that they would be depleted of spiritual energy and unable to replenish it."
"Hearing that there is a new land of opportunity, the three realms are excited, whether it is gods or demons, they all move their families to the land."
"Of course. There are also immortals like me who have a short life span and are unwilling to leave their homeland. But there is another reason..."
Bi Wu San Ren looked at Fang Zuo and shook his head. He paused and said self-deprecatingly:
"I'm not afraid of you making fun of me, you are in the Dao, so you must know that gods and immortals, demons and ghosts, even if they are at the same level, have differences, and they are divided into [fighting and peace]."
"We are both Yang Gods. In the eyes of those Fighting Immortals, how is a poor Taoist who has stolen a little bit of Dao foundation any different from a chicken or a dog? Not to mention those demon saints who are born to be good at fighting."
"I am not good at fighting. Even if I go to that place of new opportunities, I will not be able to fight. I am a person who has stolen the foundation of Taoism. Rather than dying there, I would rather stay in my hometown to live out my days."
"So that's how it is." Fang Zuo nodded in understanding.
There are differences between people, and naturally there are differences between immortals.
That's true.
Although he was one realm lower than the other Yang Shen, if they really fought, he had a bit of ruthlessness, and he was sure to kill him at the cost of hurting himself! Thinking of this, Fang Zuo remembered another thing, and frowned: "Can you tell me in detail about the great battle between heaven and earth?"
“I don’t know much about this either.” Bi Wu San Ren shook his head and said, “At that time, I only know that the Three Realms suddenly underwent a major change, and many of the remaining earth immortals and great monsters who were not good at fighting like me died one after another.”
"At that time, everyone was so frightened that they all closed their caves and set up a large formation to avoid external affairs."
"I only know that not long after, there was a strange sound in the heaven and earth, and except for the Southern Continent and part of the Western Continent, the other two continents and three thousand small continents were smashed to pieces."
"When the world becomes stable again, the spiritual energy will be even weaker, and we will not dare to leave the cave. So I don't know what happened."
Although he did not get the information he wanted, Fang Zuo still bowed his head in gratitude and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist. I have another question I want to ask you."
"You don't need to thank me, Daoist friend. I am extremely happy to meet you when my life is about to end. I know what you want to ask." Biwu Sanren said with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist, you want to ask, what has allowed me to survive until now?"
Without waiting for Fang Zuo to speak, Bi Wu San Ren grabbed his hand in the air and handed it to Fang Zuo: "Daoyou, please comprehend it carefully."
Fang Zuo closed his eyes and felt the power in his hands.
It was exactly the same power that had just enveloped him in that small world.
With the breath of that small world.
"What is this?" Fang Zuo thought about it carefully and opened his eyes.
"The great power of heaven and earth." Biwu Sanren said solemnly.
"So that small world just now was opened up by you, fellow Taoist?" Fang Zuo was somewhat in awe.
As a monk.
From the first day of Qi refining.
I have an infinite yearning for this kind of groundbreaking means.
"Yes and no." Biwu Sanren said with a smile.
"What do you mean, fellow Taoist?" Fang Zuo asked.
"This world is just like this piece of land." Biwu Sanren flicked his whisk and said, "This void is just like the floating sand and soil on the earth, and we are just like the ants on the ground."
"When the spiritual energy is dense, the sand is loose and the soil is loose. Above the Yang God, any place you drill into is a small world."
"So what's the point of talking about opening up? Everything in the small world is a reflection of the main world, just like an ant hole. No matter how deep you dig, there are still the laws of the main world. We are just benefiting from it."
"Now the spiritual energy is weak, just like the sand is tight and the soil is solid, these small worlds are also gradually shrinking."
"The power you are asking about is a trace of Heavenly Power that overflows from the main world and maintains the operation of the small world."
Bi Wu San Ren showed a serious look on his face: "After you are promoted to Yang God, you must carefully experience the great power of heaven and earth. Perhaps you can make further progress. Who knows."
Fang Zuo nodded to show that he understood, and suddenly thought of another question: "What about the souls in those small worlds? Did you capture them too?"
"No." Biwu Sanren shook his head and said with a smile: "Daoyou, wait a moment, please take a look..."
After saying this, he flicked his whisk.
And this is the original world.
In a luxurious apartment in Tokyo Bay.
He Zhicai had a cold face.
Protect the three cat sisters behind you.
Her evil aura permeated her entire body like boiling ink, enveloping the entire building in her own space.
Four three-meter-long white tails and an illusory fifth tail shadow were dancing wildly behind him.
A huge white fox appeared above his head.
The fox demon's head stared at Zhang Yingxian opposite it as if looking down at all living beings.
The scarlet eyes flashed with murderous light, the bloody mouth had sharp fangs, and every breath tore spider-web-like scarlet cracks in the void.
"Oh, you're almost at the fifth tail." Zhang Yingxian picked his nose, a little surprised: "Then I will not let you go."
"I'll take you back to Qingqiu. Those old foxes will thank me!"
"Since you don't listen to my advice, you can't blame me."
Zhang Yingxian said this while shaking the bell.
He continued to pick his nose and said nonchalantly: "When yin and yang interact, all ghosts will flee. The three souls hang on the bell, and the seven spirits knock on the Jade Capital! Capture!"
Then the bell rang.
An unparalleled force radiated out like a lake, centered on Zhang Yingxian.
But this invincible bell sound only slightly touched He Zhicai.
Then I saw the red rope in her hand light up.
Instantly offset.
"Fuck, what are these things? They are so cool." Zhang Yingxian looked at the red rope in He Zhicai's hand with envy: "This five elements power is so powerful. How do you have such a Taoist magic weapon?"
"Where did you pick this up from? Why the hell don't I have this fate?"
Zhang Yingxian looked at the bell in his hand with a sad face: "I broke my head to borrow these two magic weapons, why do you have them?"
"Eh?" He suddenly thought of something, and an excited look appeared on his face: "If I accept you, this thing will be mine, right?"
Zhang Yingxian suddenly thought of the key and smiled happily.
He slowly drew out the peach wood sword, his face became serious again, and he shouted loudly: "Unsheathe the thunder and fire, cut off the monsters, purge all the evil spirits, and kill them!"
As he spoke, he made a sword gesture.
The peach wood sword in his hand was instantly covered with lightning and fire.
Drive away all the evil spirits around you.
He whistled and stabbed towards He Zhicai and the others.
Before the Thunder Fire Peach Wood Sword got close, the spiritual pressure on it pressed the old man to the ground, unable to move.
The two cat-girl sisters huddled behind Kawa no Ayaka and were blocked from everything by her.
He Zhicai's face was tense, knowing that her methods were useless against such an enemy.
She took out the small black banner that Fang Zuo gave her and unfolded it in the air.
The black flag shook violently, and the surging dark mist condensed into a three-meter-high curtain wall.
The peach wood sword wrapped in golden light pierced into it like a red-hot iron rod inserted into an ice pond.
The sword could not penetrate any deeper after three inches, and green smoke rose up.
River Color cried out.
The banner shook again, and countless evil spirits flew out.
Like a hungry ghost, he surrounded the peach wood sword and started to gnaw on it.
You take a bite and I take a bite.
In an instant, all the thunder and fire on the peach wood sword were devoured.
Reveal the original wood color.
"What is this?" Zhang Yingxian's eyes widened so much that he almost fell to the ground. He quickly made a sword gesture: "Return to the sheath!"
The peach wood sword flashed and turned into a wood-colored sword light and flew back.
When he reappeared, he was already on Zhang Yingxian's back.
"This is... This is the evil-suppressing banner of our Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion - the [Earth Evil Swallowing Yuan Banner]." Zhang Yingxian said tremblingly, his face pale and his chin drawn in shock.
He rubbed his eyes with his hands in disbelief and took a look.
Then he rubbed it again.
With a snap.
He slapped himself and looked over again.
Just see this.
The head of the banner: It is inlaid with a rubbing of the jade seal of the Longhu Mountain Successor Han Tianshi Mansion, and the five characters "Yangping Zhidu Gong" are engraved in relief.
Banner surface: The base is black silk with patterns of red rosy colors, which matches the direction of the Longhu Mountain's land veins. The Big Dipper array is embroidered with gold thread, and the star positions are decorated with seven "Shangqing Jade Talismans" presented by the Maoshan Sect.
I will never admit my mistake even if you kill me.
"Fuck your mother, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell!!! This really is our Longhu Mountain's treasure, the [Earth Demon Swallowing Yuan Banner]." Zhang Yingxian's face changed dozens of expressions in an instant.
In the end, he revealed a smile that was somewhat ingratiating, even fawning.
He gave a smile that surprised the cat-girl sisters and the old man, and he thought it was a friendly smile.
"Excuse me, young lady, how did our missing Longhu Mountain treasure end up in your hands?"
He Zhicai still had a cold face and didn't say a word.
Then wave the small flag again.
Countless evil spirits rushed out from the small banner, roaring and swallowing Zhang Yingxian.
Zhang Yingxian's figure flashed in an instant, jumping up and down.
While dodging the evil spirits and demons, he released golden light and pushed them away.
He kept saying, "Miss, beautiful lady, stop hitting me. Listen to me. Stop hitting me. Listen to me."
"I was wrong, please stop hitting me, sister. Big sister, dear sister!"
"Aunt, you are my aunt. You are my real aunt. Please let me say something."
“Just one sentence.”
As he spoke, he took out the demon pill and threw it desperately: "Do I apologize? Auntie, I apologize. Let me say something. Okay? These are all yours!"
He Zhicai was waving a small flag. Although these evil spirits were chasing him up and down, they seemed unable to do anything to him.
Seeing that he really wanted to stop the fight, he slowly stopped.
Still vigilant and on guard against each other.
The cat sisters secretly poked their heads out and quickly picked up the pile of demon pills on the ground.
"I really lost a lot on this trip." Zhang Yingxian walked forward with a wry smile.
Seeing that He Zhicai was about to wave the [Earth Demon Swallowing Yuan Banner] again, he quickly raised his hand and stepped back: "Auntie, I won't go over. I just want to know where you got this thing."
Only he himself knows.
This banner was refined by Zhang Jixian, the 30th Heavenly Master, during the Zhenghe period of the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, the Ganpo earth veins were shaking, and the Danxia Mountain was cracked, leaking out 108 evil spirits.
Tianshi Zhang took the ancient wood from the hanging coffins on Mount Longhu as the flagpole, peeled cinnabar from the thousand-year-old cliffs to dye the flag surface, and used Tianshi's blood mixed with charcoal from jujube wood struck by lightning to write the "Zhengyi Mengwei Jinglu".
He also melted the bronze chains from the demon-suppressing well to cast 108 "Earthly Evil Coins" and attached them to the end of the banner.
I was also gifted seven pieces of "Shangqing Jade Talisman" by the Maoshan Sect.
After being blessed by nine generations of heavenly masters, it finally became a powerful weapon to suppress the evil spirits in the earth veins.
During the turmoil in modern times, it disappeared for no apparent reason.
But he knew better.
This banner is not something that just anyone can pick up.
It doesn't mean that the woman in front of him can just pick up the treasure from Longhu Mountain and use it at will.
With her realm.
I'm afraid that if I touch it lightly, it will be devoured by countless evil spirits.
What's more, she is a fox demon.
There must be some other powerful person who helped her refine it and use it.
He must be someone who has a close relationship with Taoism.
Otherwise it is the treasure of Taoism.
You can't let a fox demon use it so easily.
"Why should I tell you?" He Zhicai said with a sneer.
"Aunt, aunt, my dear aunt, I was wrong, I didn't recognize the great man, please forgive me." Zhang Yingxian smiled bitterly, her face showing reluctance, gritted her teeth, took out the bag from her waist, and poured out a bunch of magic pills: "Give them all to my dear aunt to apologize, is that okay, I really lost a lot this time, my dear aunt, I gave you all my money."
(End of this chapter)
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