Chapter 1 Three thousand big dreams, one hundred forging into gold
There are mountains and mountains, and the mountains are as tall as a mountain.
"Nineteen dollars."
On the high platform, Bai Zhan, the king of the tiger clan, slowly opened his eyes.
In front of him was a wooden carving with a tiger beast, which was slowly falling apart in the fierce mountain wind.
This mountain breeze seemed to originate from the surrounding mountains, but in fact it seemed to originate from his heart.
Three hundred years.
A full three hundred years.
Bai Zhan never thought that as the king of the tiger clan, he would one day spend three hundred years trying to decipher a wood carving.
Moreover, he is also a wood carving from the Tiger clan.
"A day in a hurry is like a dream for a hundred years."
Watching the last trace of the wood carving dissipate in the wind, Bai Zhan had a trance in his eyes.
Those wood carvings containing various artistic conceptions may seem ordinary, but in fact, each piece of artistic wood carving is like a journey and reincarnation.
During each journey and reincarnation, although Bai Zhan's cultivation level did not actually improve.
But in fact, his spiritual cultivation was changing every moment.
"Brother Chi, all your wood carvings are ruined, why don't you admit defeat?"
Thinking of this, Bai Zhan looked at the red golden tiger who was sleeping soundly on the side.
"What's the rush? Isn't my clone already here?"
The red golden tiger opened his eyes, yawned and said.
"Speaking of clones, they are basically your true body."
Looking at the lazy Thieving Tiger in front of him, Bai Zhan couldn't help but feel a little funny.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's a clone or the original body, as long as the bet between you and me is still there.
Then this alternative kind of practice can be continued continuously."
Although, Bai Zhan had thought about it more than once, wanting to follow this thief secretly to find out the reason behind it.
But this thief has endless tricks. If he is discovered, he will lose this special kind of practice.
As this thought emerged, Bai Zhan saw a red golden divine light roaring from a distance.
When the red gold divine light pretended to be integrated into the red gold divine tiger's clone, a bunch of new wood carvings appeared in front of Bai Zhan.
"My methods are countless. It all depends on how long you, the king of the tiger clan, can persist."
At this time, the Red Gold Divine Tiger said with disdain and fell asleep again.
Bai Zhan smiled and didn't say anything. He just sent out a ray of spiritual thought and skillfully submerged it into a piece of wood carving brought by Chi Jin.
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In front of the creek, next to the stone table.
Jie Yin looked at the carved wooden sculpture in his hand, and with satisfaction, he placed it on the stone table and held a cup of hot tea.
For a moment, heat rose, blurring his face.
"Who will wake up first from the big dream? I know myself in my life. I can see the true and false of all sentient beings. My artistic conception knows the reincarnation."
Blowing away a piece of tea leaf in the cup, watching the ripples on the tea water, he looked at Lin Yi who was fishing by the lake and said respectfully.
"Mr. Anonymous, please understand the next path. How should we go?"
"tell me the story."
After hearing this, Lin Yi said calmly.
"Pick it up, put it down...
When the third thousand wooden carvings are completed in Jie Yin's hands, it will be the time when Jie Yin lets go of all sentient beings in the Western world."
Jie Yin looked at the vastness on the lake with a clear understanding in his eyes.
"The dream has lasted for three thousand years and asked about the nine heavens.
The western world is to guide the thoughts in the heart. Since it is a thought, it does not matter even if it sinks..."
Having said this, Jieyin looked at Lin Yi with a smile and said.
"As long as I don't regret it, I can live forever. Because this thought is in Jie Yin's heart, I won't fall into reincarnation."
"If you keep a good thought in your heart, you will not fall into reincarnation." New
Hearing this, Lin Yi glanced at Jieyin in admiration and said meaningfully.
"Fellow Taoist Jie Yin is indeed very wise, but you have only reached the 192nd carving, and there is still a long way to go before you can reach the 3,000th wood carving.
I really want to see what it will look like when you carve the 3000th wooden sculpture.
You need to know that today is not yesterday, and today’s thoughts will last forever, but it does not mean that the future will remain the same.”
"Sir will see it."
As these words emerged, Jieying smiled and picked up the carving in his hand again.
Thoughts come from the heart, and the sword moves at will.
In just a moment, a condor with spread wings appeared on the wooden sculpture.
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"Senior brother, why has it been that you have absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for an entire Yuanhui, but your body still hasn't changed at all?"
On Mount Sumeru, Zhunti looked at Jie Yin who woke up from a coma and asked in confusion.
In one Yuanhui's time, Zhunti's previous deficit has already been recovered.
Not only that, according to the teachings taught by Na Rahu, his current cultivation has reached the level of a heavenly being.
Taking a step further, there are few powerful golden immortals in the world today.
However, during this Yuanhui period, the body of Jie Yin who was once able to protect him has become far smaller than him.
In fact, the aura on his body seemed to have never improved.
Once the inspiration from Mount Sumeru dissipates, will Luo Hu allow his senior brother to live?
Thinking of this, Zhunti felt very heavy in his heart.
But just when he was worried about picking him up, he found that his senior brother was actually smiling.
He was actually laughing.
At this critical moment of life and death, why can senior brother still laugh so openly?
"Is it because you know I won't be killed by Rahu?"
Thinking of this, Zhunti looked at Jie Yin. His eyes were complicated and at the same time, he felt extremely sad in his heart.
"Senior brother, if you leave, how can I survive in Zhunti?"
"Because I'm carving."
Just when Zhunti was extremely complicated in his heart and even felt reluctant to give up, he saw Jie Yin smiling and speaking slowly.
“What is engraving?”
Zhun Ti was stunned for a moment.
"The heart is a carving, carving the sentient beings in the West. When all sentient beings come out of my hands, then the way of brotherhood can be achieved."
Jieyin said with a smile, looking at Luo Hu who was waking up on the high platform.
"You are talking nonsense, just to revive the Western land, I can destroy it with my own hands."
Luo Hu snorted coldly and slapped him from the air with his backhand.
Senior brother, I got beaten again.
Senior brother, he fainted again.
No wonder the body of this Yuan Hui, Senior Brother, has not changed at all.
I guess it must have been during the process of me being in seclusion that in order to protect me, I was constantly being bullied by Rahu.
I can't tolerate mentioning it, I don't think so.
On Mount Sumeru, which is filled with spiritual inspirations from the Western world, even the ordinary soil under the root of the connection exudes divine brilliance.
The main body that can be connected has not changed at all.
At this moment, seeing Luo Hu's palm, the spirit that received it suddenly fainted. Thinking back to Luo Hu's humiliation for countless years, he got angry.
In an instant, the golden bodhi tree bloomed with thousands of golden light, and the majestic golden energy rose into the sky from Mount Xumi, forming a shocking pillar soaring into the sky.
"Demon Lord, don't hurt my senior brother."
"Trash, I have devoted myself to practicing Yuan Hui and yet I have realized such a flashy magical power."
Seeing the vibrations in the sky thousands of miles away, which continued to spread and showed signs of spreading to the wider world, Luo Hu frowned, pointed at Zhunti, and patted it from the air.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, the Bodhi tree trembled violently, the golden light in the sky disappeared without a trace, and countless scattered golden energy escaped from Zhunti's body.
"Waste, waste, waste..."
With three roars in a row, Zhunti's soul felt like it was being hit hard by the clutches of one after another.
But what made Zhunti even more uncomfortable was that Luohu just hit him, but slapped Jingyin, who was already unconscious, with another palm.
"The golden body is immortal."
Seeing this scene, Zhunti, who originally did not dare to resist, immediately gathered a huge source of energy, and at the moment of shelter and guidance, he also resisted Luo Hu's continuous attacks.
Boom boom boom...
Amidst the loud noises one after another, Zhunti started a reshaping like a hundred-forged magic weapon.
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