Hong Huang: The Emperor of Heaven Walking Out of the Ruins

Chapter 22

Honghuang Dongzhou
In the small mountain forest, ancient trees, purple lucidum and vines are entwined, emerald green bamboos are arched into quiet paths, lingquan streams gurgle past, lingering fog surrounds the fragrance of flowers, lingering birds and auspicious animals play and play, and the sound of joy is constant.

Under the old tree, Yingyin and Zhunti sat facing each other, they were speechless, their expressions were depressed, and the atmosphere was slightly heavy.

"Brother, we were all raised by nature, we belong to the same lineage, but we were programmed like this! It's better to go back, it's better to go back!"

Zhunti has realized a truth, this human heart is far more complicated than sorting out the veins of magic thoughts.

Resentment suddenly filled his heart, especially after seeing Dongzhou's wealth, it was even more difficult to balance his mentality.

Facing the broken ground veins, he has great courage, great perseverance, and fearlessness.However, the sharp tongue and sword were too sharp, and he couldn't let go of it for a while.

"Brother Xian, you've got a picture, then go back, let them talk, we both have a clear conscience!" Jieyin comforted softly.

"Brother is right. I'm too concerned about my face. I have a clear conscience."

Under repeated blows, Zhunti felt that his skin was not thick enough, his mood was not stable enough, and he still needed to practice.

Just as the two were about to leave, a voice came from their ears.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

"Why are you so troubled, why don't you just listen to me?"

After receiving the invitation, Zhunti became very vigilant, but he didn't find anyone nearby, so the two took out the Lingbao and put on a defensive posture.

"Where is the sacred place? Please come out and see!"

"Haha, Fellow Daoist, I have no malicious intentions."

Cangming chuckled for a while, and stepped in front of the two of them.

The two brothers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Cang Ming. This god-man was dressed in white, and his whole body was full of Taoism.

If Cangming knew what the two of them were thinking, he wouldn’t be surprised. The Xiantian Qingqi is precious, and Cangming takes it to take a bath every day, and the bone marrow is full of cleansing.
"Come, come, fellow daoist, please sit down."

Cangming waved his hand and a tea table futon appeared in the center of the three of them. The tea table was made of innate spiritual material starlight iron, and the flat starlight flickered like a galaxy.

The futon is refined from the meditation jade taken in the Dragon Palace. After making it, it is put into the fresh air and soaked for one yuan meeting. When sitting on it, the body will be comfortable and the spirit will be refreshed.

The teapots and cups on the tea table are finely carved from congenital chalcedony, elegant and delicate, as thin as gauze and crystal clear.

"Please!"

Cang Ming sat cross-legged on the futon, stretched out his hand to ask the two to sit down.

The two of them had never seen such arrogance before, they could only sit on the futon of fresh air in a daze.

The soul of the body felt refreshed for a while, and they had never experienced this feeling since they were born. The two of them were usually in retreat, or sorting out the veins of the earth like old cows. They had never had a good day.

The two of them have always been firm in their hearts, but they have been hit hard recently, and they don't know how to speak when they encounter this situation.

After exchanging names, everyone sat down, Cangming took out tea leaves, the tea leaves are not high-grade spiritual roots, the only characteristic is their strong aroma.

The tea leaves are roasted with the air of the sun, supplemented with the air of the sun, and mellowed by the innate Qing Qi for nine times. After drinking, the tea will become saliva, and the aftertaste will be endless.

The scent of tea was bursting, greeted, Zhunti swallowed unconsciously, before they sighed, Cangming took out a pot of Sanguang Shenshui and brewed tea.

Zhunti's eyes were already a little red, arrogant, really arrogant.

The spirit tea has been brewed, the tea water is surrounded by three colors of gold, silver and purple, and the fragrant mist curls up.

"Please drink!"

Cangming first drank it all in one gulp, closed his eyes and savored carefully.

But I heard Zhunti's stammering voice: "Daodao...friend, we two will stop drinking, can you take the tea in the cup away?"

"Um?"

Cangming frowned, Zhunti was naturally so thick-skinned?!
"Fellow Daoist, don't misunderstand me. The two of us came from the west. The Sanguang Shenshui in this tea is very effective against demonic thoughts. I... I drank it in one gulp. What a pity!"

"Extremely extreme, I hope Fellow Daoist agrees."

Jie Yin echoed from the side.

"Oh, so that's how it is. The two fellow Taoists just drink it. I'll share a pot with you later, so it can be regarded as my contribution to the west!"

When Cangming heard the tone of the two, it was clear that they were two thin-skinned young people, good young people, you can make friends while you are not an old fox!
"Thank you fellow daoist, Gao Yi, fellow daoist!"

Zhun's hand trembled slightly, he raised the teacup and drank it in one gulp. The taste was unforgettable in his life, and two lines of tears could not help but flow from his eyes. There are still good people in the world.

After some comparison, the image of Cang Ming in their minds was even taller, reaching up to the sky!
"I also don't know that the two fellow Taoists are suffering so much, and if they need help, they all share with me. If I can help, I will never shirk!"

Cang Ming took the opportunity to probe.

"Fellow Daoist, let me just say it straight. The two of us want to exchange spiritual treasures with fellow Daoist, using spiritual roots, branches and leaves. I also know that this is a bit shameless. If Fellow Daoist refuses, I dare not have the slightest resentment!"

Zhunti has traveled for so many years and met all kinds of people, knowing that Cangming is the last hope.

Hearing this, Cang Ming felt happy, and he was about to open his mouth to exchange some Bodhi branches from the two of them.

"Hey, I didn't expect you two to be so hard-pressed. I really have a spiritual treasure to sort out the veins of the earth. It's useless to keep it on me. I'll just share it with you. Fellow Daoists just give me some branches and leaves at will."

In Zhunti's eyes, the image of Cangming is radiant, and he thought that his two brothers sorting out the West was for the benefit of the world, and they belonged to benevolent people.

Now after seeing Cangming, I feel that my position on Mount Sumeru needs to be moved, so that this deity can sit on it!
"The two of us have tasted cold and warm for thousands of years. Today, when I met a fellow Taoist, I realized that there are people who are eager to do justice and love righteousness in the world!"

"Fellow Daoist, please accept my worship!"

This person is not good at speaking, but direct actions show that Zhunti follows closely.

Cangming accepts this gift generously, since he is doing good deeds, he deserves a gift.

"Take it well, both of you, this is the Xiantian Lingbao comb!"

After receiving the Lingbao, Zhunti took out all the bodhi branches and leaves, and said directly: "Fellow Daoist, just take it!"

Cang Ming picked one of them and put it away, expressing that it was enough.

Zhunti was still a little embarrassed, seeing that Cangming refused again, he had no choice but to take it back.

"Fellow Daoist, the matter of the Western Territory is urgent, it's better for you two to go back earlier!"

"Yes, thank you very much, fellow daoist, come and sit on Mount Sumeru when you have time, so that my two brothers can fulfill their friendship as landlords."

"Haha, it's nice to talk about it."

Cang Ming suppressed a smile and watched the two leave.

After the breath of the two could not be sensed, he couldn't help laughing anymore, thinking to give the comb to the future monk, Cangming, Cangming, you are such a clever little ghost!

At this time, the top innate sages are all practicing in seclusion, and Cang Ming encountered a guide during his travels, and Zhun mentioned the two.

"It's better to go back! Old Daoist Hongjun is about to become a saint."

While the Milky Way is surging, the dark sea reaches directly to the Ziwei sky.

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"Brother, my scalp is itchy."

"Strange, weird, I feel the same way."

The two looked at each other, a little confused.

"Haha, don't need to think too much, Dong Zhou met fellow Daoist Cang Ming, it was a worthwhile trip, it's really a virtue and a true cultivation!"

The two of them immediately fell into a samadhi, refining and combing the ground. With such a sharp weapon in hand, they were speeding up the process of combing the ground veins.

(End of this chapter)