Fuxi was in seclusion not just to recover from his injuries, but he saw outside the Three Realms! He wanted to try to deduce it with the innate Eight Trigrams.

There was still such a terrifying existence in the chaos, which made Fuxi worried.

Once the strong outsiders invade, there is no saint in the three realms, how can we resist it?

To pursue a glimmer of vitality, things in the three realms can be temporarily released.

"good."

Hearing this, the other two emperors breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Fuxi has no major events, everything else is trivial matters.

"Dayu is back, and it's not the same thing to stay in Huoyun Palace. Tell him that his old friends are not too long, so go and meet them."

Fuxi shook his head, walked to his palace and began to retreat.

Dayu was plotted by Buddhism and now he is sitting in the Fire Cloud Palace and is unwilling to set foot in the Three Realms.

"Wuzhiqi..."

The Human Emperor Xuanyuan and the Earth Emperor Shennong looked at each other.

If you don’t fight, you won’t know each other. Dayu and Wuzhiqi are both enemies and friends.

Wuzhiqi, red-butt horse and monkey, weapon stands on the sea purple gold beam. (Plot needs to be, purely made up.)

...

Inside the East China Sea Abyss, the aura of the Ancestral Dragon is depressed.

"Brother, how are you?"

The ancestor Zhulong's face turned pale.

If the eldest brother has a good and bad luck, the Heavenly Court will be settled, and the Dragon Clan will be finished!

"Don't worry, I can't die. The boy from the Chan Sect is quite cruel."

Zulong said with emotion.

The four great emperors were too decisive. The Zhoutian Star Dou array exploded, and the immortals and gods who set up the array were also destroyed. The dead heavenly soldiers and generals were unknown. The most important thing was that the gods of the Dou tribe were basically destroyed.

Most of them are the immortals and gods of Jie Sect, and can Wudang Holy Mother tolerate it?

"Next, the dragon clan is more low-key and wait until my injury is healed."

Zulong reminded him, and he felt that the Chaos Divine Phoenix was about to recover.

At that time, if they are in power, they will not believe in the Taoist tradition of destroying them or not being called traitors!

"Church? Very good!"

Lishan's mother first looked at the teacher, then at Kunlun Mountain, and planned to start the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Tolerate him first!

A small impatience will cause trouble!

However, Duobao sent a message. Is he really the old senior brother?

My mother in Lishan was a little hesitant.

...

One day banquet, two day banquet;

Reward today, thank you tomorrow.

The team of the Buddhist scriptures stayed in Fengxian County for half a month, and finally made up their minds to say goodbye and leave.

"The holy monk and elder, the subordinates paid to buy and manage the land of the people, built temples with everyone, erected the sacred temples, and engraved the names of the steles. They enjoyed the sacrifices of the people of Fengxian County in all seasons."

The county marquis spoke.

This is not his decision alone, it is public opinion.

Unlike the gods and Buddhas who enjoy the incense on earth and have no effect at all, these elders and heroes can do it, and they really take action if they have any problems!

The county marquis simply overturned all the temples, whether it was Taoist or monk, and moved them to this newly built temple to worship incense.

The statues of gods and Buddhas, whether they are cast in gold or clay, are all beaten to pieces, melted and refined, and are used for the construction of temples here.

The group followed the county marquis to watch again, and all the people they met along the way came to thank him.

"The master who came to the world of Arhats, has compassion!"

"Grandpa of the Holy Monk lives my family!"

The people were muttering, their eyes full of gratitude.

Tang Sanzang looked up and saw that there were still people on both sides of the street, but unlike when they entered the city, although these people were still thin, their faces had blood on their faces and their eyes were no longer numb and despair.

For the simple people, they don’t ask for much, just eat and wear warmth.

They know who is good to them.

There is a scale in people's heart.

When human resources are exhausted, hope is placed on gods and Buddhas, and if there is no response, hope turns into despair.

At this time, the team of seeking scriptures came and saved the people of a county.

Now, a serious person, who still believes in gods and Buddhas?

Believe in the holy monk and obtain eternal life!

When I arrived at the temple, I saw the pavilion and the magnificent mountain gate.

"Saint Monk Elder, please leave your name for this wonderful thing."

The county marquis said respectfully.

"Just call it Pure Land Zen Temple."

Tang Sanzang touched his chin and said.

"Pure Land? Very good! Very good!"

The county marquis muttered.

No, the holy monks and heroes travel here to rain, making the naked land thousands of miles away, and the hungry people everywhere turned into Pure Land.

This name is also very appropriate.

“This temple is good, stay for another day.”

Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows and said.

"I am honored!"

The county marquis was overjoyed. The other people heard that the holy monks and heroes stayed in the Pure Land Zen Temple, and they all came to worship incense, thanking Tang Sanzang and his party for their survival.

In the country of Buddhism and Liangshan Temple, those who believe in the social holy teachings, have improved their cultivation and are becoming more and more attentive to preaching.

With the quasi-saint Buddha of the Great Strategy King Buddha, Liangshan Temple is not afraid of ordinary monsters and monsters, and preaches to the west, quietly eroding the incense that erodes Buddhists.

"Master, my ancestor..."

Xiao Bailong put away his feather fan and asked with some concern.

The Ancestral Dragon is the pillar of the dragon clan. If an accident occurs, the situation will become very dangerous with so many enemies the dragon clan provokes.

"It's okay, the Ancestral Dragon cannot die."

Tang Sanzang waved his hand.

Just kidding, who can kill him with half a step of Hunyuan plus Chaos Treasure Chaos Pearl? Even if the real saint comes, it will take some effort to achieve it!

Upon hearing this, Xiao Bailong breathed a sigh of relief. The master would definitely not lie to him. He said that the ancestor could not die, so he would definitely not die.

"The Golden Hoop Immortal is about to be resurrected."

Tang Sanzang said.

"What!"

When the dark cloud fairy head fairy fairy head fairy became excited when he heard this.

The Golden Hoop Immortal was refining and dying, and they didn't know how long it took for them to see each other.

"Um."

Tang Sanzang nodded, waved his hand, and a ball of golden light appeared in his left hand.

With a wave of his hand, a ginseng fruit appeared on his right hand.

"Bang!"

The ginseng fruit turned into a ball of energy and life breath, and was shot into the golden light by Tang Sanzang.

The figure of a Taoist is derived from nothing to something, from virtual to real, and is derived from flesh and blood.

Golden Hoop Immortal, late stage of Daluo Golden Immortal Realm!
To be continued...