Chapter 932: Mythical Ming Zun, Source of Heaven Lineage
"The source of the heart is clear, and everything is shattered by the light. The spirit is strong..."
Deep in the burial ground of Yaoguang Immortal, there was a huge roar of heavenly sounds and vast waves.
It is accompanied by countless fairy lights and thousands of auspicious colors steaming.
It was obviously an abyss burial place, but now it seems to have transformed into a world of mortals, with its divine splendor reaching the extreme.
I saw Ye Fan, who was covered with red hair, sitting cross-legged in the sky, with a majestic appearance and fairy light flowing all over his body.
Of course, even if the Book of Saviors was extraordinary, it would be difficult for Ye Fan's meager cultivation to cause such a sky-wide phenomenon.
The key lies in the immortal platform between one's eyebrows.
There, it seems that there is a supreme god sitting there, reciting the supreme ancient scriptures of Lingbao Tianzun devoutly, hoping to save all the spirits in the world.
Beside Ye Fan, a sober red-haired monster in the realm of a saint stood, extremely respectful.
At the same time, opposite the two, the originally mighty armies of the underworld had long since returned to dust under the purification of the Sutra of Savior.
Today, only one red-haired monster still stands on the spot.
However, the red-haired monster's eyes were no longer as violent as before, but had regained their clarity.
Seeing the expression on his human face, the sober red-haired monster next to Ye Fan felt happy and immediately called out:
"Grandmaster, wake up quickly!"
As a strong man in the realm of saints, he incorporated the magical power of Buddhist mantras into his shout just now.
Combining it with the ancient scripture of saving people, it produced an inexplicable reaction, which truly revived the red-haired monster in the underworld.
"boom!"
Two golden dragon-like dazzling eyes burst out, causing the whole world to tremble, and even more source of divine patterns covering the sky and the earth, imprinting on the void.
However, the red-haired monster that regained its consciousness no longer wreaks havoc as it did before, but instead deliberately controls it.
Seeing this situation, the evil ghost in Ye Fan's mind immediately stopped chanting, as if he didn't want to chant any more for a second.
You must know that although reciting the Sutra of Saving People can indeed attract the power of the great Tao and restrain evil spirits, that kind of power is often difficult to distinguish between them.
Relatively speaking, since the sober red-haired monster and Ye Fan did not really sink and turn into monsters, they were relatively less affected.
As for evil ghosts, although their existence is special and very different from ordinary thoughts of gods, after all, they are still evil thoughts born after the death of a supreme figure. They are a type of ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts. They are undoubtedly the scriptures that save people.
the key target of attack.
Therefore, there is a funny scene where the evil ghost is reciting sutras and feels uncomfortable at the same time.
However, before that, the evil ghost was imprisoned by Sakyamuni under the foundation of Yinghuo Daleiyin Temple, and what the other party used to suppress him was an ancient bronze lamp with a human body and a ghost face.
Although it is probably not the one made by Lingbao Tianzun himself in the mythical era, the people who imitated it in later generations are equally extraordinary.
The reason why evil ghosts know the complete Lingbao Sutra is because they "stealed" it through this process.
The long period of two thousand years not only failed to save the evil ghost, but also made him develop a certain degree of "resistance" to the Sutra of Savioring Humans.
To a certain extent, the evil spirits also want to "thank" Sakyamuni.
"Mad! As soon as I recite the sutra, I think of that damn old bald donkey. I will never recite it again!"
In Ye Fan's mind, the evil ghost's angry voice came out, so decisive.
After hearing this, the sober red-haired monster and Ye Fan couldn't help but smile.
On the opposite side, the red-haired monster from the underworld bowed extremely respectfully towards where Ye Fan was and said solemnly:
"Thank you, senior, for helping me!"
He was a well-informed person, so he naturally recognized at a glance that what was in Ye Fan's mind was the thought of a god.
Although he didn't understand why the evil ghost could still maintain his sanity and part of his memory, the other person was definitely a legendary figure who shone in the ancient history of cultivation in the human world.
Even regardless of this kindness, he still deserves the respect of future generations.
Looking at his words and deeds, the evil ghost in Ye Fan's mind was quite satisfied, nodded, and then sighed:
"It's a pity that this curse is weird and you have been trapped for many years. Now it can only restore your clarity for a moment."
Hearing this, the red-haired monster nodded, obviously he understood this in his heart.
"How could this be so..."
On the side, the face of the sober red-haired monster showed an expression of disappointment that was difficult to conceal.
Originally, he thought he had found a way to eradicate the curse, but he never thought that even a complete scripture of saving people would be unable to do anything about it.
Everyone was silent for a moment, and the underworld red-haired monster slowly raised his head. His eyes passed across Ye Fan and the awake red-haired monster opposite, and his eyes were shining:
"After all, Master Yuan Tianshi's lineage has a successor."
His tone was quite complicated. He obviously didn't want anyone to follow in his footsteps, but he also didn't want the inheritance of Yuan Tianshi to be cut off.
Seeing this, the sober red-haired monster next to Ye Fan immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully:
"Junior Zhang Lin, I would like to pay my respects to my senior. May I ask, who are you, Patriarch Wu Yi?"
Although Yuantian Master Zhang Lin had already made some guesses about the identity of the person coming from the underworld, he waited until the other party nodded to acknowledge it before finally confirming it.
"Yes, it's me."
The expression in Yuantian Master Wu Yi's eyes was complicated, as if he was recalling the high spirits of the past, and then thinking of his current lonely body, he naturally couldn't help but sigh.
"It was by chance that the junior discovered the Yuan Tian Shu buried by the senior, and was able to embark on the path of spiritual practice!"
To be honest, the two of them can be regarded as having a master-disciple relationship.
It has to be said that although practicing the Book of Origin made them eventually become red-haired monsters, the Book of Origin also changed their fate. It was true that misfortunes and blessings were interdependent.
The two Yuantian Patriarchs sighed, and then their eyes naturally fell on Ye Fan.
I saw Zhang Lin's terrifying face covered with red hair, barely pulling out a smile:
"By the way, you should tell me how you got the Yuantian Book that I sealed. Also, do you know how my descendants are doing now?"
Regarding this, Ye Fan had a big question mark on his forehead, but he finally told the truth:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Well, although the two senior Yuantian Masters and the younger ones have practiced the Yuantian Book, they did not obtain it from Beidou."
"Is this happening!?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin and Wu Yi had expressions of disbelief on their faces:
"I wonder, could you give me the contents of the Yuan Tian Shu that you practice?"
Ye Fan only thought about it briefly and then readily agreed.
After all, the two people opposite had already practiced this sutra, and Ye Fan also wanted to learn more about the secrets of the Yuantian lineage from them.
After making up his mind, Ye Fanxuan read out the contents of the Yuan Tian Shu that he practiced one by one, while Zhang Lin and Wu Yi across from him listened, their eyes becoming more and more blazing.
When Ye Fan finished explaining the contents of the Yuan Tian Shu he practiced, Zhang Lin looked quite solemn and said in a deep voice:
"Compared to what I got, it seems to be much more complete."
"No, the Yuan Tian Shu we practiced is not incomplete. It's just that the Yuan Tian Shu he got is more like a perfect and modified version."
Wu Yi's cultivation and Yuan Shu attainments were still above Zhang Lin's, so he could naturally see clues from this.
In fact, this is not difficult to understand.
The Supreme Enlightenment, after creating scriptures, will continue to practice. Naturally, his perception and understanding of the Tao cannot remain unchanged, and will continue to be improved in the future.
Especially when the Supreme Being entered his old age, he would use spiritual methods and shortcuts, and would even drastically change the scriptures he created.
"This boy's practice is probably the true successor of Ming Zun."
Suddenly, the evil ghost in Ye Fan's mind spoke up and pointed this out.
"The True Biography of Ming Zun!?"
Upon hearing Mingzun's name, both Zhang Lin and Wu Yi couldn't help but change their expressions.
"Isn't the Yuan Tian Shu the inheritance of Yuan Emperor? How can it be related to the so-called Ming Zun?"
Ye Fan obviously did not fully understand the secrets involved, so he directly expressed his doubts.
However, both Zhang Lin and Wu Yi seemed to be keeping this secret, and no one spoke for a while.
On the other hand, the evil ghost has no inhibitions and said in a calm tone:
"In the distant mythological era, Ming Zun created the inheritance of the underworld, which is parallel to the emperor's heaven. It is said that Ming Zun is the spiritual reappearance of an ancient corpse of a certain heaven. And the Yuan Emperor nearly 300,000 years ago, and
It is very likely that the body of Ming Zun has channeled spirits and reappeared in the world."
Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel shocked.
For him now, it is really unimaginable that there are people in this world who can span these millions of years in such a strange way.