Red Cloud: Establishing Mahayana Buddhism as a Holy Spirit

Chapter 4 Prehistoric Taoism and Civilization
The prehistoric era does not remember the years and months, and thousands of years have passed.

In Wuzhuangguan, Hongyun with black eye circles stood tiredly outside the door, looking directly at Houtu who came to ask for the bill.

"It's for you, it's really a pit, I'm exhausted."

The tall and gentle Houtu also had a pale face that hadn't recovered yet, but he smiled immediately after seeing the twelve banners he had obtained.

Twelve flags of different colors are constantly flashing streamers. Some flags are brand new as time goes by, and they are full of simplicity as if they have gone through thousands of years. Some flags flicker with flames, and some flags are waves. Monstrous, the weirdest banner seemed to disappear.

Appeared for a while, disappeared completely in front of the eyes for a while, and smiled after seeing the satisfied scene.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, thank you very much. If our ancestor witch is allowed to come, I am afraid that there will not be a 10 years that we can't make it at all."

And Hong Yun glared at the other party angrily, you also know that it is not easy for him, if he hadn't been greedy for the other party, he would have broken up.

"Don't come here again."

After glaring angrily, Hou Tu's calm and gentle smile revealed a trace of strangeness, looking at the back of Wuzhuangguan Hongyun.

"Hongyun, Hongyun, it's not I who want to come, but you who want to come to me."

Hou Tu's figure disappeared, and Hong Yun who entered the Wuzhuang Temple looked at Gongde Qingyun behind him with even more pain, almost shrunk and couldn't hold it anymore.

After seeing his masterpiece again, Hong Yun showed a satisfied smile.

Three red clouds are rapidly wandering in Qingyun, and one keeps flickering, not bad!It just disappeared and suddenly reappeared on the other side, another red cloud flashed with pale gold.

There is also a red cloud of cotton candy, which is brand new for a while, and black and dark like rotten for a while. The red cloud is full of helplessness, and this image is indeed somewhat indecent.

The three drops of blood were condensed by the twelve ancestral witches, that is, they were divided equally. In the end, Hong Yun used the Qiankun cauldron to refine them into three drops, and even removed unnecessary impurities, such as water and fire from other ancestral witches. Talent, Sanduo respectively left three talents.

At the same time, he had thoroughly practiced the essence of the cloud from the Yunjin handkerchief, and with the fusion of three drops of blood essence, he finally trained three innate red clouds that were almost identical to his origin.

One of the Wu Clan's conditions was to let him refine twelve ancestral witch flags. Needless to say, Hong Yun also guessed what the Wu Clan was going to use it for.

Is it important?

He really didn't expect that all the materials used were innate grade materials. Just such a set of twelve flags was not for refining innate spirit treasures and three innate red clouds, but he almost went bankrupt and his merits were quickly consumed. empty.

This Qiankun cauldron is simply tasteless. To refine ordinary acquired magic weapons, you must never return acquired ones to innate ones, unless you have enough merit to squander them.

Taking a deep breath, after bringing the three red clouds into the primordial spirit, Hong Yun suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

"cut!"

When the situation is ripe, the red cloud that keeps flickering as if disappearing and reappearing keeps rolling in Yuanshen.

Immediately, a red cloud who was [-]% similar to him but with a kind smile on his face appeared.

"I have seen the deity."

Afterwards, the good corpse Hongyun escaped into the body, as if what had just been let go had returned.

At this moment, Hongyun felt endlessly intoxicated, no wonder everyone likes to retreat, often for tens of thousands of years.

The so-called beheading of the three corpses is actually for the purpose of comprehending the Supreme Dao, when the three corpses of good, evil and self are separated from the original soul of the body, so that the body can selflessly reach the state of the unity of heaven and man and comprehend the way of heaven.

At the same time, the three corpses are also a real avatar-like existence, which can comprehend the way of heaven at the same time.

It is completely a cheating tool, and one more person can cultivate for himself. Although this person cannot reach the state of the supreme unity of heaven and man, it is okay. One plus one is greater than two.

"Fellow."

When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhen Yuanzi's smile, and Hong Yun felt that the original source was more vigorous, and there was an inexplicable supernatural power, and he smiled immediately.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Hongyun for beheading the corpse."

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi's congratulations, Hong Yun rubbed his brows, and said wearily: "This time, I lost a lot."

Facing Hong Yun's expression, Zhen Yuanzi also shook his head helplessly. You exchanged your merits for the innate thing that is most suitable for beheading your corpse. Can this still be called a loss?
Just get what you need.

"It's no wonder that although the Qiankun Ding is against the sky, few people abuse it."

Hong Yun shook his head and said with a sigh, Zhen Yuanzi also saw the golden wheel of merit behind his good friend, and it almost disappeared.

But he knew that the twelve ancestral witch flags were only, and all the materials were at the innate level. The three red clouds cost a little, and almost all the merits of the red clouds were exhausted.

Hong Yun, a good old man in the prehistoric world, why would he make such an evaluation?Not only are people stupid, but more importantly, they have profound merits.

After putting away all kinds of dharma images, Hong Yun almost only refined the innate treasure of the Qiankun Ding, but also relied on his own Nine-Nine Scattering Soul Gourd.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm going to travel to the wilderness to find a chance to become a saint."

Hong Yun's rare face showed seriousness, and Zhen Yuanzi said with some concern after hearing this: "Brother Dao, Saint Hongjun only accepted Sanqing and Nuwa as disciples, and even Xixi Jieyin and Zhunti were accepted as disciples." As a registered disciple, you are the only one, Brother Dao."

Faced with Zhen Yuanzi's worries, Hong Yun smiled dumbly, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I'll go to Mount Buzhou to have a look, the territory of the Wu Clan."

Hehe ~
After hearing this sentence, Zhen Yuanzi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If everyone in the prehistoric world was envious, only Zu Wu could only stare.

No Yuanshen how to refine the Primordial Purple Qi, so the Wu Clan is more trying to win over Hongyun.

A stream of red light flickered, and the red cloud moved in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

Along the way, Hong Yun murmured secretly that Hong Huang had too many secrets, which was not what he thought at all.

The mysterious Nuwa, the weird Hongjun, and the calculating Zuwu, none of them are fuel-efficient.

In the previous life, many people secretly speculated that Hongjun was an old bastard, but Hongyun had experienced Honghuang himself, and he knew that Hongjun had great love for Honghuang.

With the power of the way of heaven, spread the way of heaven and its own cultivation civilization (system) to the prehistoric world, and establish a brand new prehistoric civilized world instead of the once chaotic world.

After that, He Dao used himself to complete the way of heaven and perfect the rules of the prehistoric world.

But it was such a Hongjun, but there was a strangeness.

"Hey, whether it's a blessing or a curse, it can't be avoided. Since no one has become a saint, the prehistoric world is still peaceful. Let's see if it's as guessed."

Hiding in Wuzhuang temple, after Sanqing, Xixi and Nuwa became holy one after another, he was put on the fire and roasted. Before he was sanctified, many great powers were refining the spiritual treasure When beheading the corpse, he still has a chance.

The vast Buzhou Mountain is more like a mountainous continent than a mountain.

Mingming saw the phantom of Buzhou Mountain early in the morning, but the red cloud flew for a hundred years before reaching the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Along the way, he also saw that although the cities of the Witch Clan were called tribes, their battle armor and weapons did not feel ancient at all, but instead had their own civilization.

Sure enough, this is not the so-called wilderness era. You must know that human beings in the previous life could develop such a splendid civilization in a short period of thousands of years. According to Yuanhui, it is about memory.

If civilization cannot be developed, it should have been extinct long ago.

Immortal civilization!The Witch Clan also belongs to the Tao!

(End of this chapter)