Evolution of the heavens

Chapter 222 Meeting
The colorful Buddha's light was rippling, and on the lotus platform, the crystal fingers like jade, like picking up a flower, a lotus petal emerged from between the fingers.

"The patriarch, is he still alive?"

Sitting cross-legged on the throne of the lotus platform where all kinds of beings worship for life in a place enjoying the immortal world, Manjusri Bodhisattva looked at the lotus petals between his palms and fingers, with a hint of surprise and emotion in his eyes.

This lotus petal is exactly the causal law lotus pinched from the nail-headed arrow on the body of King Tota back then.

You can follow the petals to find the archer.

Back then, Manjusri blocked the patriarch at the entrance of the illusory realm by relying on this lotus.

"Who is the patriarch that the Bodhisattva is talking about? It made you stop teaching the Dharma?"

Inside the meditation platform, a monk in white couldn't help asking.

Manjusri Bodhisattva looked at the white-clothed monk and all the nuns here, and said slowly:

"You are all born within ten thousand years of cultivation, and you don't know the past ten thousand years ago. Today's heartbeat is all because of the past, but it is a cause and effect ten thousand years ago. A person named 'Nine Heavens Smite Demon Patriarch' escaped from this seat due to a mistake. However, he was supposed to die in the Tongming Hall where the Jade Emperor God became enlightened thousands of years ago. The re-emergence of breath in the fairy world made me, Falian, who was looking for him in the past, feel touched, so I stopped teaching the law."

In the Wutai Mountain in Heyang Immortal Territory, there are all creatures within ten thousand years who have cultivated Buddhism.

The monk in white couldn't help but change his expression slightly when he heard the words "Patriarch of Nine Heavens Destroying Demons", "But that is the fruition status of Emperor Zhenwu's early years in the myth of the ancient fairy world?"

Manjusri lowered his eyes: "Of course."

The white-clothed monk asked again: "The Nine Heavens Smite Demon Patriarch seems to be only comparable to the Arhat, how can he alert the Bodhisattva to surrender?"

Manjusri shook his head and said: "You don't know, Emperor Zhenwu was born with supernatural power. In the ancient fairy world, he was the most powerful emperor among the emperors. , to get the position of the Patriarch of the Nine Heavens Dangmo. Although this person is a celestial being, he has the supernatural power to sweep across the same realm. In addition, the Patriarch also won the "Linglong Pagoda" bestowed on the Tota Heavenly King by my Buddhist ancient Buddha burning lamp, with all his supernatural power As a support, sacrifice this pagoda, even my Buddhist arhat, Venerable Rahula, was included in the pagoda, and I can't surrender him unless I take action."

The white-clothed monk was surprised: "The gods who can't be descended without a bodhisattva, could it be that this patriarch is more powerful than the 'head of gods' Taisui God in today's world."

"Although it's not bad, it's not far away." Manjusri looked at the petals in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly: "What makes me puzzled is that the patriarch clearly received the canopy and Yisheng in the Tongming Hall back then. If the True Monarch joins hands and strikes, even the chief among the celestial beings will be wiped out by the bombardment of the two giants of golden celestial beings, how can they come back from the dead?"

In the meditation platform, the monk in white folded his hands together: "Since this patriarch has been resurrected, can the Bodhisattva go to descend on him again?"

"I'm going."

Manjusri said slowly:
"Venerable Rahula still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, so maybe the ancient Buddhist pagoda of my Buddhist sect may be taken back."

Say it.

A pat on the blue lion's head:
"Shi'er, the lion boy you didn't get back then will eventually come under my seat."

woo~
Qingshi snorted.

White air is sprayed from the nostrils, spreading out like clouds.

Then he swung his tail, his whole body stood upright, and he carried Manjusri on his back and drove away from the top of Mount Wutai on a cloud in one direction.

"Send off the Bodhisattva respectfully, and the disciples wait for the Bodhisattva to return from the demons."

The bhikkhunis, headed by the monks in white, watched Manjushri leave, clasped their hands together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice:
"Namo Manjushri Bodhisattva."

Above the blue lion.

Manjusri Bodhisattva's insightful eyes looked at the line of cause and effect of Lu Ya reflected in the petals between his fingers, continued the void, and landed in a fairyland:
"Xiaomang Immortal Territory."

…………

Xiaomang Xianyu, Longquan Daomen.

The waves of smoke are faint, and the white waves are overwhelming. On a fairy island in the sea, there are hundreds of millions of disciples of Longquan Taoist living like hundreds of millions of mortals.

It looks like a small island, but it actually looks like a continent.

boom!
The earth-shattering roaring and cracking sounds, like billions of thunderclaps exploding together, came from the volcanic beacon in the center of the island, billowing thick black smoke and setting off a huge hurricane.

The whole island was in turmoil.

The black smoke spread out, blackened the faces of countless disciples, and poured into the noses and mouths, choking these Qi practitioners to cough again and again.

But as if he was used to it, he looked at the bell mouth:
"Sovereign, old man, failed in refining the Celestial Immortal Soldiers again?"

"Oh, how many times has this happened?"

"Four thousand eight hundred and sixty five times."

There were complaints from all over the place.

"Shut up all!!"

Like a torrent of shame and anger, it rolled and passed, causing ripples circle after circle over the entire island continent.

Among the beacon volcano.

A scholar-like scholar in white, with scorched head and blackened skin, roared angrily, then looked at the black Qiankun Ding and sighed:
"In what year and month can I, Ouyang Zhen, be able to forge the Celestial Immortal Soldiers..."

Sigh.

He started to pack up the cauldron again.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Qiankun Cauldron was also an immortal-level "cauldron furnace", it would have been shattered into pieces long ago after being blown up thousands of times by him.

"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. Without the Celestial Immortal Gold, no matter how extraordinary Ouyang Daoist's skill in refining weapons is, he still can't make a Celestial Immortal Soldier."

A chuckle came from nowhere in the void.

"Who?" Named Ouyang Zhen, who looked like a white-clothed scholar, the patriarch of the Longquan Taoist sect suddenly turned his head.

I saw a tall young Taoist dressed in black walking slowly from the empty space above his island.

"Poverty Dao's surname is Lu. I heard that Sect Master Ouyang is currently one of the best craftsmen in the fairy world. I am here to ask you to cast a sword for me."

The Taoist spoke with a gentle and pure voice.

But Ouyang Zhen could clearly feel the majestic power emanating from the opponent's body, as if every move was as thick as a mountain.

He was first shocked that the other party was able to pass through the mountain guarding formation of his Longquan Taoist gate without a sound, this skill is at least above the first level of the Celestial Immortal.

Immediately after hearing the intention of the other party, my heart was slightly dignified:

"Oh, it turned out to be Fellow Daoist Lu. You said, you came to ask for Dao soldiers? Do you want to forge a sword?"

"Exactly."

Lu Ya raised his palm with a smile, and an old sword appeared:
"Here are the materials, suzerain please pay attention."

After finishing speaking, with a flick of his palm and fingertips, he sent the old sword to Ouyang Zhen.

clang!
When Ouyang Zhen saw the sword blade flying towards him, he subconsciously brought up all his attention, fearing that the other party's casual throw would have a powerful blow, so he mobilized his whole body to prepare for it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the hand touched, it felt powerless, and it was easily held by him.

The old face turned red.

It turned out that the other party had misunderstood malicious intent.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he lowered his head to look at the old sword.

"hiss!"

With just one glance, Ouyang Zhen exclaimed:

"This is the blade of the 'Chunyang Sword', the enlightenment weapon of Lu Dongbin, the founder of Chunyang. It has been roughly made into a sword embryo, and it only needs four processes of tempering, quenching, sharpening, and setting a ban."

"Taoist friendly eyesight."

Lu Ya clapped his hands and praised:

"I don't know if I can do it as an OEM?"

"This sword has been completed to [-]% of the fire, why do you want to fake it?" Ouyang Zhen asked suspiciously: "Can't you do it yourself?"

"The poor Taoist is just a rough master." Lu Ya said: "Furthermore, there is no refining furnace, so I entrusted the Taoist friend, if the Taoist friend can help the poor Taoist master this sword, I will use this thing as a reward. "

Sect Master Longquan looked at the thing that Lu Ya took out, his pupils shrank slightly, and after thinking twice, he said: "There are only a few last steps left, which are not too difficult at all. If this is the case, then the poor should try boldly."

"I don't know how long it will take?" Lu Ya asked.

"It should take three years." Longquan suzerain asked: "Fellow daoist, are you in a hurry?"

"Some." Lu Ya said.

He looked back into the void.

"Poverty as soon as possible." Sect Master Longquan said: "It won't be long, fellow Taoists can observe the whole process."

After finishing speaking, he took the old sword and walked into the mouth of the beacon.

He was also excited.

For so many years, thousands of failures are due to the lack of immortal gold. Now there is such a semi-finished sword for him to forge, with a success rate of more than [-]%, which can accumulate important experience for him. The most important thing is that Lu The rewards given by Taoists are also extremely heavy.

Lu Ya also looked at the big beacon.

The entire volcanic beacon mouth is actually the Qiankun Ding.

Soon, a year passed.

Lu Ya watched as Suzerain Longquan successfully completed the first of the four procedures, tempering, and tempering the rough blade of the sword into shape.

The next step is quenching and opening, as well as banning.

"Quenching is fast, and the front is also fast. You only need to take the water of Jiuguang, Yiguang stone, Jingming sand, and Gengjin grains from this island, and polish it for half a year, and you will be successful. The slowest thing is to set a ban..."

…………

After half a year.

The Sect Master of Longquan put a long golden pillar that looked like a sword but not a sword against the cliff in the mouth of the volcanic beacon, constantly honing it with various sand and stones.

boom!
At this time, suddenly, outside the sky above the island, an incomparably majestic aura rushed over like an ocean with a mighty aura.

hum!
Immediately following this breath, the next moment, the sky of the entire island of Longquan Daomen was dyed with golden Buddha light. From behind the golden Buddha light, a middle-aged monk riding a green lion stepped out.

"Manjushri!"

"It's the Manjusri Bodhisattva of Western Buddhism!!"

Immediately, in the entire Longquan Taoist sect, hundreds of millions of Taoist disciples all looked in awe and shock at the Manjushri Bodhisattva who suddenly descended into the Longquan Taoist gate riding on the green lion soil.

Crashing, on the entire island, thousands of disciples, and even all kinds of creatures on the island, bowed down there subconsciously.

"Manjusri Bodhisattva?!"

The Patriarch of Longquan, Ouyang Zhen's complexion changed drastically, and he turned his head to look at the golden monk on the sect's gate:

"How did Manjusri Bodhisattva come to a place like ours? Could it be because of this..."

Then quickly hid the things on hand.

He glanced at the people around him again: "Hurry up and hide."

"Where to hide?!"

Unexpectedly, the lion-riding monk in the void took a look, and immediately shouted:
"town!"

A word out.

With a swinging sword in his palm, it hung above the entire island.

All the void, even the laws of air flow and fairyland, were suppressed at this moment.

Nothing in the entire Longquan Daomen can flow.

After hanging this sword.

Manjusri Bodhisattva drove the green lion to step in and came to the beacon. Looking at Ouyang Zhen and the people around him, his eyes flickered slightly:
"Where's Lu Ya?"

"Lu Ya?"

Ouyang Zhen glanced at his son with a guilty conscience, and knelt down in front of the Bodhisattva: "You mean, the Taoist who left me half a month ago and asked Xiaodao to make a sword? His name is Lu Ya, Xiaodao only knows him Surnamed Lu."

"What, you left half a month ago?"

Manjushri frowned.

How come.

He lowered his head to look at the lotus petals on his fingertips, clearly guiding the aura, it was still here, how could it be a step late.

Then, I felt something in my heart.

"What are you hiding?"

Without waiting for Ouyang Zhen to respond.

Manjusri Bodhisattva's wisdom eyes saw something in a cave inside the Qiankun tripod of the main body of the volcanic beacon, and stuck out a jade-like Buddha's palm, directly scratched through the cave, and grabbed the thing out.

Rumble!
I saw that the entire crater of the volcano was shaken, and then, the skeleton of a huge golden-winged roc pressed down on the entire crater like a mountain.

One of the beams of light, like a golden long sword, was exactly a bone wing of a roc honed by Ouyang Zhen.

"Bodhisattva, Xiaodao really doesn't know the relationship between that Taoist and you. This golden-winged roc skeleton of a second-level celestial being is a gift from that Taoist for refining swords..." Ouyang Zhen knelt in front of the Bodhisattva and explained repeatedly: "The Taoist left before he finished the last step of setting a ban. If you want to ask him where he went, Xiaodao doesn't know."

Manjusri ignored Ouyang Zhen who was kneeling on the ground.

It's just that Huiyan looked at the black arrow wound on the neck of the golden-winged roc.

The breath from the wound was exactly the same as the breath on the lotus petals in his palm.

Manjusri immediately understood.

"This golden-winged roc is the God of Zhao Plague. It should have been killed by the patriarch with the cursed arrow back then, and was left here by him, and the patriarch disappeared half a month ago like ten thousand years ago. This deity only sensed this golden-winged roc..."

Manjusri's eyes flickered.

With a palm, he wiped away the breath from the golden-winged roc's wound.

But still no sense of Lu Ya.

"How did he disappear again?"

Manjushri said to himself:

"In these ten thousand years, if he has not died, how can he have no breath at all, where can he hide his breath?"

between talking.

He looked at the lotus petals in his palm.

The lotus petals flickered slightly.

Suddenly, a breath flashed, it was a scene of a person walking out from the chaos of the outer world.

"chaos!!"

Manjusri's eyes brightened.

"It turns out that he has been hiding in the chaos for ten thousand years. Yes, there is no cause and effect in the chaos."

The words fell for a moment.

Qingshi and Manjusri all disappeared in place.

Ouyang Zhen raised his head again, and the bodhisattva was no longer in front of him. The mighty Buddha light and majestic aura also disappeared from the sky above Longquan Daomen.

Manjushri appeared again.

It is already above the heavens.

Months passed.

Soon, Manjusri, who was riding a green lion, sensed the end of karma, the aura between chaos and the sky.

"Lu Ya, why don't you come kneel down and see me?"

Manjusri sat on the green lion and laughed.

The boundary between outer space and chaos.

The figure of the young Taoist turned his head in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe the voice of Manjusri he heard, and then, without hesitation for a moment, he plunged into the pagoda above his head in the chaos.

"Hehe, where are you going?"

Manjusri had already discovered Lu Ya's whereabouts, how could he be lost, smiled lightly, and stood up from the back of the green lion.

Qingshi is a celestial being, so he can't catch up with that patriarch.

And with his own foot strength, even if Lu Ya plunged into the chaos first, within a few steps, he could catch up with the patriarch.

With one step, Manjusri crossed layers of void and came to the edge of chaos.

One more step.

Stepped into the chaos.

But he stepped in one step and walked into a palace. Inside the palace was Lu Ya, standing with his back to him. At this moment, he turned around slowly and said with a smile:

"Bodhisattva, we meet again."

(End of this chapter)