The supreme god recorded in the Lingbao Sutra of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
When Chen Yang saw the image of Yu Ruyi appearing on the Yuanshi treasure mirror before, he became more and more familiar with it. It looked like the one in the hand of Yuanshi Tianzun among the statues everywhere.
Coupled with the name Yuanshi Baojian, it is impossible to go wrong.
Chen Yang glanced at the old grandma and found that her eyes were evasive. She seemed a little sad and angry, and a little embarrassed. She didn't know where to start.
He counted them instantly.
The Yuanshi Tianzun he thought was probably not the same person as the old grandma thought.
Chen Yang asked tentatively: "Old grandma, what is the situation at Yuanshi?"
The old mama sighed and said: "Young Master must have heard in the palace that during the era of wilderness, when Hongmeng was first established, there were demons from outside the realm who broke through the realm and came."
"This Yuanshi is the leader among them, and his name is Yuanshi Tianzun."
When the old woman saw Chen Yang's strange expression, she misunderstood and quickly explained: "Our ancient tribe only inherited the Taoism of Yuanshi Tianzun, but we were not extraterrestrial demons."
"They called us the Demon Cult."
The corners of Chen Yang's mouth twitched again.
Thoughts about the devil's saint, the devil's young master, etc. emerged uncontrollably.
"The so-called demon sect is actually just losers."
"The winner is a saint, the loser is a devil."
Chen Yang shook his head and said slowly.
He is not the young man from the original owner who just studied in the palace. How could he not understand what is a saint and what is a devil.
History is a little girl who can be dressed up, and so is academic ethics.
The old grandma seemed very pleased to hear what Chen Yang said. She nodded repeatedly and was about to say something. Suddenly——
"Ahem~"
"Cough cough cough~~~"
The old grandma coughed violently. The majestic master of strong Qi and blood coughed so hard that she couldn't even straighten her waist, like an ordinary old woman who had not had much time.
"Old grandma, you..."
Chen Yang reached out to help him, only to see dots of blood spilling on the ground in front of the old woman.
A cough and a mouthful of blood.
"It's okay, young master. I'm going to take a rest first. I'll come back to you tomorrow to talk to you about cultivation."
After the old nanny stopped coughing, she didn't care about her condition, but said: "Don't come back to the palace again, as I will look for opportunities to let the young master leave on the way.
Before that, I will officially start teaching the young master the way to practice."
Chen Yang blinked and nodded slowly.
He originally planned to wait for the old nanny to leave, then turn around and start running away.
After finally coming to this world, Chen Yang didn't intend to return to some bullshit Zhenbei Prince's Mansion and be a useless filial son and grandson.
But the old nanny's words instantly changed his mind.
Rather than going back and trying every possible means to find a way to practice, having someone teach you is of course the best.
Chen Yang hurriedly agreed.
The old grandma looked at him happily and said with emotion: "I thought that the young master lacked guidance and was just a mediocre person. I just wanted to make the young master safe and prosperous for a lifetime, that's all."
"Since the young master has a majestic appearance and can endure in the palace for more than ten years without even being noticed by me and others, his true colors will be seen once he is freed from the fence."
"Then I can't let the young master go back again."
"Young Master, your father... is so powerful in this world that you cannot make an enemy. If you go back once your traces are exposed, I'm afraid he will never see the light of day again."
The old grandma sighed, felt relieved, coughed, and changed her plan of teaching tomorrow to come back to him late at night.
The old grandma seems to have a sense of seizing the time and seizing every second.
Regarding this, Chen Yang knew that the old grandma was not going to die soon just by the stale aura exuding from her body, and he was afraid that she would not be able to teach her all the things she should teach.
After seeing off the old nanny, Chen Yang returned to the room and held the Yuanshi Baojian in his palm with a solemn expression.