Datang Lianzhong Sanyuan, shocked to hear that my father killed a dragon in a dream

Chapter 108 This behavior comes from the self-improvement of the human race, who else but me? (seeking subscription)

In the Wuzhuang Temple, a thick mana and Dao rhyme permeated, continuously pulling the source of the best innate wood of the ginseng fruit tree, pouring into the sanpo gourd.

However, little effect!

Hongyun's remnant soul has recovered to a certain extent, but it is still extremely weak, and it can only hold the remnant soul alive!
Zhenyuan Zidao's body trembled, and the mana in his body was almost exhausted.

The ginseng fruit tree trembled slightly, dropping countless strands of withered yellow leaves.

Almost half of the original ginseng fruit tree has been lost, and the grade will inevitably drop!

Zhen Yuanzi seemed to be insane at the moment, his mana was exhausted, and he began to consume his own origin to save Hongyun's remnant soul!

Wei Shuyu stood aside, watching the scene quietly, "I still underestimated the brotherhood between them..."

Wei Shuyu reminded: "Great Immortal Zhenyuan, the movement of the sky is permanent, and the trend of life and death is irreversible. If you want to cure the remnant soul of Senior Hongyun, you need to proceed step by step, don't act too hastily!"

Zhen Yuanzi completely ignored Wei Shuyu's words and continued to mobilize Yuanyuan!

At this moment, Sanpo Gourd began to tremble violently, and Hong Yun laughed twice, with sound and satisfaction in his voice, "Hong Yun has known and made friends with Brother Zhenyuan in this life, and he will die without regret!"

"If you can eat ginseng fruit again, you will die without regret!"

"Brother Zhenyuan, you can no longer consume the source to restore the remnant soul. If brother Zhenyuan doesn't listen to the persuasion, Hong Yun will take the initiative to disperse the remnant soul..." Hong Yun's voice was extremely firm. Elder brother can sacrifice the original source to save me, and himself for the future of his brother. Dao, how can it be consumed again, why be afraid of death?
Zhen Yuanzi ignored Hong Yun and continued to consume his source, Sanpo Gourd began to vibrate violently, showing signs of defeat at any time.

Zhen Yuanzi finally closed his eyes unwillingly, sighed deeply, slumped on the ground, and blamed himself: "I'm incompetent as a brother, I can't save my virtuous brother..."

"Haha, the situation of life and death has already been reversed. I have been lost for countless years, and only this remnant soul is left. If brother really saves me, won't he surpass a saint?" Seeing Zhen Yuanzi withdraw his mana, Hong Yun said Just breathed a sigh of relief.

"Actually, this is also good. I always disobeyed my elder brother before I was alive, and that's why I got killed. Now I can stay in Wuzhuang Temple and discuss Dao at any time."

"Brother, there is no need to blame yourself, this is all my fate!"

"Being able to leave behind a ray of remnant soul to see my brother is already blessed by heaven!"

Zhen Yuanzi sat slumped on the ground, his breath was disordered, his eyes were a little lost, he smiled wryly twice, and began to chat with Hong Yun about the past.

Seeing the two chatting about the past, Wei Shuyu was sometimes happy and sometimes sad, so he voluntarily withdrew from the hall.

Wait quietly.

Qingfeng and Wei Shuyu were waiting outside the hall together, and sometimes they could hear the teacher inside laughing...

Qingfeng was extremely puzzled, and looked at Wei Shuyu with his eyes, "Fellow Daoist, what happened? Teacher...why did you lose your composure?"

You know, the teacher is the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, the Great Immortal Zhenyuan, and he was friends with the same generation of the Sanqing, and the Siyu Wufang Great Emperor is the teacher's junior...

But today, the teacher lost his temper frequently...

Hearing Qingfeng's question, Wei Shuyu chuckled, "Perhaps... Immortal Zhenyuan is like this."

Wei Shuyu waited outside the hall for three days and three nights.

Only then did Zhen Yuanzi slowly walk out of the hall, "Qingfeng, hit five pieces of fruit."

"Yes, I will follow the teacher's instructions."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Wei Shuyu, and slowly said: "Pindao has placed the Sanpo gourd in the middle of the ginseng fruit tree, and uses the essence of the tree to nourish it!"

"That's very good. The essence of wood can nourish the soul and restore the wounded." Wei Shuyu nodded.

Zhen Yuanzi still stared at Wei Shuyu sharply, and asked repeatedly: "Where did you find the Sanpo gourd? Why did you send it to Wuzhuang Temple? What is your plan?"

Why was Hongyun hunted down back then?Just because of that burst of majestic purple energy!
That majestic purple energy disappeared after the virtuous brother blew himself up!
There are too many monks who want to find that ray of majestic purple energy, the foundation of enlightenment!
Seeing Zhen Yuanzi's sudden change of momentum, Wei Shuyu smiled lightly, "Probably because of fate, the kid met Sanpo Gourd!"

"As for why you sent Wuzhuang Temple here? Do Immortal Zhenyuan still remember the ancient times?" Wei Shuyu asked back.

"During the ancient times?" Zhen Yuanzi was also a little stunned by his question, and didn't know for a while.

Wei Shuyu's thoughts seemed to return to the ancient times, and he said slowly: "In the ancient times, there was a great war between Liches and demons. In order to refine the witch-slaying sword, the monsters began to massacre our human race!"

"My hundreds of millions of people, blood flowed into rivers overnight, and corpses were everywhere..."

"Countless powers in the world ignored the demon race and slaughtered our race, but only the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi protected millions of human races with his supreme magic power, and even faced the Eastern Emperor Taiyi directly!"

Listening to what Wei Shuyu said, Zhen Yuanzi seemed to have returned to the catastrophe. The human race was a primate, and the scene of being slaughtered was horrific!
Zhen Yuanzi really couldn't bear the demise of such a primate family, so out of kindness in his heart, he protected the millions of people.

Zhen Yuanzi almost forgot about it.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Wei Shuyu, but he forgot that he was a human race!

Wei Shuyu said again: "The kindness of dripping water should be repaid by springs!"

"Alternatively, the Great Immortal Zhenyuan can also regard this matter as a predestined relationship. The Great Immortal planted the cause that day, and today I send back the Sansoul Gourd, which will be the fruit!"

Hearing Wei Shuyu's words, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly dissipated his power, his face showed understanding, and he praised: "After so many years, the human race has produced a hero. If he was born in the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, he would definitely do something great and be magnificent!"

What Zhen Yuanzi said has another meaning. Wei Shuyu was born in the wrong era. Today's human race is hard to return to. The fate has been divided up by the saints. The three emperors and five emperors are under house arrest in Huoyun Cave!

There are no more heroes in the human race, and they have become vassals of the four saints and heaven!

Wei Shuyu also heard the second meaning of what Zhen Yuanzi said, his face became serious, his eyes fixed on Zhen Yuanzi, and he said seriously:
"Let me answer the third question from Immortal Zhenyuan just now!"

"What am I going to do?"

"This behavior comes from hundreds of millions of compatriots!"

"This trip is for people to conquer the sky!"

"This trip is for the self-improvement of the human race!"

Wei Shuyu's voice was stirring, filling the Wuzhuang Temple, with absolute self-confidence and self-improvement!

Zhen Yuanzi felt the strong self-confidence exuding from Wei Shuyu's body, and was horrified, "It really is a hero of the human race!"

"Man will conquer the sky? Self-improvement? Do you know how heavy it is? So heavy that even a saint dare not say that the man will conquer the sky!" Zhen Yuanzi's eyes shone brightly, and he also stared at Wei Shuyu.

"It weighs tens of millions, but the human race must carry it, must carry it, there is no choice!"

"The Immortal Saints of the Heavens will not let you go!"

"The mystery of luck is so mysterious, all the saints are fighting for the front, the gods are fighting for the front, the picture is nothing but luck, do you understand?"

Even saints don't have enough luck, how dare you fight for luck with saints alone?It's no different from seeking death!
Wei Shuyu's face did not change, "People are mortal, and they are heavier than the five mountains or lighter than a feather!"

"Since the birth of the human race, they have struggled to survive, and the road is difficult, but they still can't escape being slaughtered, cannibalized, survived in the cracks, and became victims of the contest between immortals and saints in the sky..."

"The human race must stand up, there is no choice!"

"But if you die, who else is better than me?"

Zhenyuan Zijing stood in the Wuzhuang Temple, listening to Wei Shuyu's answer, the Dao Heart of the Zhunsheng Daoxin also caused huge waves.

The human cultivator Wei Shuyu in front of him is only a late-stage Golden Immortal, and his power is extremely weak in the Three Realms, but his spirit and beliefs have such a powerful explosive impact!

This impact shocked even myself, I am afraid that the saint will also have intentions when he is here!

"It's better than me!" Zhen Yuanzi showed appreciation in his eyes.

The ginseng fruit has arrived.

Zhen Yuanzi set up a simple fairy banquet in Wuzhuang Temple, entertaining Wei Shuyu with ginseng fruit and fairy wine.

"You came to Wuzhuang Temple, not just to send away the gourd of scattered souls, right?"

Wei Shuyu nodded, "One more request!"

"Just say it!"

"When the learning of the scriptures is over and the Holy Land of the Human Race is established, I hope the Immortal Zhenyuan will help you!" Wei Shuyu said the fundamental purpose of this trip!

"Preparing to build a holy place for the human race? Just to help out?" Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback.

"Just making a sound is enough!"

"As for how to face the immortal saints of the heavens, it is for the human race to face!"

"Haha, what's so difficult about it?"

"If the holy place of the human race is established, the first person in the poor way will come out to support and admit it!"

"It's so good, Immortal Zhenyuan, please!" Wei Shuyu held up a glass of immortal wine and respected Zhenyuanzi.

After Zhen Yuanzi drank a few cups of fairy wine, he admired Wei Shuyu more and more. How lucky is it that the human race still has such a hero?

"Do you have a mountain gate?" Zhen Yuanzi asked after pondering for a moment.

Zhen Yuanzi has no direct disciples, although Qingfeng and Mingyue are disciples, they are actually more like Taoist boys.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't have any direct disciples, but seeing Wei Shuyu at this moment, he was moved to accept the idea of ​​disciples.

Wei Shuyu listened to Zhen Yuanzi's question, and knew what it meant, smiled and took off the long cloth bag behind him, and replied, "Thank you, Great Immortal Zhen Yuan, for your love!"

The mouth of the long cloth bag was opened, a ray of green light shot up into the sky, and the fierce sword intent filled the Wuzhuang Temple!
Feeling the familiar sword intent, Zhen Yuanzi also showed shock in his eyes, "Qingping!"

"The Qingping sword is actually in your hand?"

"He actually passed Qingping to you!"

Zhen Yuanzi was shocked in his heart, and thought of the recent chaos in the Three Realms, Yunxiao was rescued, Wudang Virgin took action, and a group of monsters attacked the heaven, his heart suddenly became clear, and he laughed twice, "It turns out that you are behind those things plan!"

Wei Shuyu smiled without saying a word, closed the mouth of the bag again, and carried it behind his back.

Wei Shuyu is not a disciple of Jiejiao, and the Qingping in his hand was just borrowed by the leader of Tongtian, so explaining it is useless and futile!
Therefore, Wei Shuyu never explained it, never explained it to the Bull Demon King, never explained it to the Holy Mother of Wudang, Yun Xiao, and at this moment, he never explained it to Zhen Yuanzi!
Zhen Yuanzi met Qingping, and never mentioned about accepting disciples again.

The fact that the sage of the upper qing dynasty passed the Qingping sword to him proved his identity, the master of the young master!
If the sage of the Shangqing did not return from Zixiao Palace, then Wei Shuyu would be the leader of Jiejiao!
Although Zhen Yuanzi is an old-fashioned quasi-sage with profound blessings, he is not arrogant and thinks that he can compete with the sages of the Shangqing for his disciples!
The sage of the Shangqing has met Qingping with him, which is enough to prove... his status in the heart of the sage of the Shangqing!

After the fairy banquet ended, Wei Shuyu did not leave.

Zhen Yuanzi also began to teach Taoism to Wei Shuyu. The background of the old quasi-sage is as deep and vast as an ocean!
Wei Shuyu is like a sponge, absorbing the majestic Dao rhyme.

By the way, wait for the scripture learner to come!
……

Uzbekistan.

Monkey King chased him to Yunzhan Cave and fought with Zhu Gangli for several rounds before defeating him.

The prototype of the pig just appeared, a huge fat pig, tied to the golden cudgel by Monkey King with a rope made of monkey hair.

Sun Wukong is riding a cloud, carrying a golden cudgel on his shoulders, with a pig with four hooves tied on it...

Gao Lao Zhuang.

Monkey King fell from the cloud, and the pig kept neighing and whining.

"Little Bailong, is the pot boiling?"

"Brother, it's already boiled."

"Quick, hurry up and call the master!"

……

Gao Yuan's outer mansion, the main room.

Chen Jiangliu was chatting with Gao Yuanwai, Gao Yuanwai was satisfied with Chen Jiangliu being his son-in-law, Chen Jiangliu was attracted to him, and they hit it off!
We're talking about marriage.

Xiao Bailong ran over eagerly, and whispered: "Master, brother is back."

Why is Chen Jiangliu still thinking about eating at this time, the marriage is urgent, "Master is busy, we will talk about it later."

"Master, I'm hungry."

"Master, I'm hungry."

"Master, brother also said he was hungry."

"That's all, that's all, Gao Yuanwai, let's talk in detail when the poor monk comes back."

"Lead the way ahead!"

"Good master!"

Gao Laozhuang, an empty land.

A big pot was set up, the fire was burning, and the boiling water in the pot was bubbling.

Zhu Gangguan was tied to the golden cudgel, extremely puzzled, "What? Do I need to take a bath before getting started?"

Just when Zhu Gangli was puzzled, he suddenly felt a murderous aura, and saw a young monk approaching aggressively.

"Wukong, take out the jungle sword passed down by the master!"

The wild knife is a knife specially used for hunting game, so it is called a wild knife.

Chen Jiangliu's wild knife is not simple, it was ground from meteorite iron given by Wei Shuyu back then, and placed in Jinshan Temple to receive the influence of Buddhism day and night, and opened the light spirit!
Chen Jiangliu took the jungle knife, took out the whetstone, and started sharpening it.

The tied Zhu Ganglian was even more puzzled, "Sharpen the knife? What are you doing sharpening the knife?"

"Wukong, little white dragon, watch carefully, and I will demonstrate it to you as a teacher. There is also skill in killing pigs. When you stab the blood, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out."

"As a teacher, I need this one stroke, and it will bear fruit!"

When Zhu Ganglian heard that he wanted to kill the pig, he was terrified, "He wants to kill me? Is this monk going to kill me?"

Zhu Ganglian's bound body began to writhe crazily and let out a hysterical cry for help, "Help, help!"

"The monk is going to kill someone, bah...killing a pig!"

"Wukong, little white dragon, hold me down!" Chen Jiangliu finished sharpening his knife, and approached the big pig step by step.

Zhu Ganglu sensed the ferocious aura on the sharpened shiny knife, and saw countless heals, and it was not a mortal knife in the mortal world, but a spirit knife that could really kill pigs!

Zhu Gangli was extremely flustered, he wanted to let the monkey tie him up to meet the Buddhist scriptures, but he wanted to kill the pig?
"Guanyin Bodhisattva, help!" The hysterical roar of a pig resounded through the sea of ​​clouds.

(End of this chapter)