Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 36 The way to earn merit by encountering a red cloud

In a prehistoric place, amidst the white clouds, Chen Xuanji sat leisurely on the back of a Kui Niu.

The Kui Niu soared into the clouds with one foot, and the speed was very fast. Wherever it passed, it left a long white mark in the void.

"Senior Brother, I heard that the Dragon Clan in the East China Sea is the richest. Let's come to the East China Sea. Shouldn't the Dragon Clan come out to welcome us?"

It has been a month since I left the Kunlun Mountains, and Kui Niu is still obsessed with the rare medicine of the East China Sea.

Chen Xuanji said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you are the mount of Lingbao Datianzun. When you arrive in the East China Sea, there will definitely be dragons to welcome you."

"Of course, when the time comes, Dong Hai will have to be brutally slaughtered."

Kui Niu was even more proud. On one foot, the clouds and mist rushed up and disappeared in a flash.

Kunlun Mountain is far away from the East China Sea. Even if Kui Niu at the peak of Jinxian goes all out, it will take two or three years.

Of course, if Chen Xuanji's golden light practice reaches perfection, and he comprehends the laws of space, he will be able to travel far and wide within a single thought.

At that time, you don't have to worry about the distance when traveling in the wild.

On this day, Kui Niu was flying in the sky, while Chen Xuanji stopped his cultivation and sat on the back of the cattle to watch the beautiful scenery of the wild.

At this time, the prehistoric land was vast and vast, and it was far from comparable to the four continents that were shattered after the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods.

There are fairy mountains, rolling ups and downs, located on the prehistoric land, stretching tens of millions of miles.

There are strange peaks towering into the sky, and there are fertile and flat plains, extending countless miles, which cannot be seen clearly.

There are also surging rivers that breed all creatures and exude vitality.

Above the fairy mountains, the clouds are misty, and when they are illuminated by the scorching sun, dense mist will be produced, exuding a faint fragrance.

There are also pines and cypresses emerald, cranes singing, exotic flowers and plants, rare and exotic animals, countless, and leisurely practice on the fairy mountains, beautiful and beautiful.

The beautiful scenery along the way opened Chen Xuanji's horizons.

After watching for a long time, Chen Xuanji withdrew his gaze and was about to urge Kui Niu to walk faster.

Suddenly a red shadow flashed in front of his eyes, Chen Xuanji took a closer look, but found that it was an old man.

The old man was dressed in a red robe, his appearance was not good, but his face was very kind. He was lying on a bright red gourd several feet in size.

Holding a miniature wine gourd in his hand, he was walking leisurely and leisurely.

From time to time, he took a sip of fine wine and groaned very comfortably.

Chen Xuanji looked at the red-robed old man, he didn't take it seriously at first, but the next moment, his face was shocked.

The mysterious Dao Yun that inadvertently flowed out from the red-robed old man was exactly the same as that of his uncle, master, and Donghuang Taiyi.

In other words, the unattractive red-robed old man in front of him is a quasi-sage.

The quasi-sage, even if you look at the prehistoric world today, is a great supernatural being and is admired by countless monks.

Chen Xuanji immediately pondered in his heart, "Red gourd, red robe, and a kind face, is this person in front of you Hong Yun who is known as a good old man?"

Speaking of Hongyun, Chen Xuanji couldn't be more clear about it.

He is a well-known good old man in the prehistoric world, and he is a good friend with Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal.

He was also one of the three thousand listeners of Zixiao Palace in the past. At that time, Taoist Patriarch preached in Zixiao Palace and set up six futon holy seats, which were occupied by Sanqing, Nuwa, Hongyun and Kunpeng.

Later, Taoist Zhunti of the West brought the Taoist to the futon and cried to Hongyun about the misfortune.

Hong Yun's heart softened for a moment, regardless of Zhen Yuanzi's persuasion, she actually gave up the futon.

After Xixi led the Taoist priest to sit on the futon, he and his younger brother threatened Kunpeng who was beside him.

Kunpeng was alone, how could he be the quasi-ti, the opponent who received him, although furious in his heart, he had no choice but to give way.

Kunpeng was not a quasi-mentioner, but the opponent who received him hated Hongyunji.

Later, after Hongyun entered the Heavenly Court, he kept chasing and killing Hongyun.

In the end, Hong Yun, a good old man in the wild, died and disappeared, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul, who was reincarnated as Yun Zhongzi who explained the teachings of later generations.

At this time, Hong Yun seemed to have noticed Chen Xuanji's pitiful and strange eyes, and couldn't help but sit on the red gourd and walked forward.

"This fellow Taoist has encountered something difficult, why don't you tell me and listen, maybe I can help you."

When Chen Xuanji heard this, he couldn't help laughing, this Hongyun really had a good-natured personality, he would help anyone he saw.

Little do they know that in this prehistoric world, the rules are cruel, the weak are prey to the strong, compassionate, compassionate, how can they go far?

Immediately, Chen Xuanji couldn't help but make an excuse.

"Thank you Uncle Hongyun for your concern. The nephew is not in trouble, it's just that I was thinking about something just now."

"Red Cloud, Master Uncle?"

Hong Yun was taken aback, "How do you know that I am Hong Yun, and what's the matter with that uncle?"

Chen Xuanji explained, "My family teacher, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, listened to Taoist ancestors preaching with you in Zixiao Palace, so my nephew called you uncle."

As he said that, Chen Xuanji radiated a series of orthodox magical powers from the Xuanmen.

Looking at the pure magic power, Hong Yun was surprised and delighted all at once.

"Ah? So it's Senior Brother Shangqing's disciple. I didn't recognize him at first."

"Now I still remember the days when Zixiao Palace and Senior Brother Sanqing were listening to lectures. Time flies like water. I didn't expect such a long time to pass in the blink of an eye. Senior Brother Tongtian has accepted disciples. I don't know if Senior Brother Sanqing is safe on Kunlun Mountain. good?"

Hong Yun regretted it with emotion.

"Master Uncle, Second Senior Uncle, Master is very well."

Chen Xuanji smiled slightly, and asked again, "I don't know where Master Uncle is planning to go, if we go on the same road, we can go together."

Hong Yun hurriedly said, "I originally practiced in Wuzhuang Temple of Longevity Mountain. I was invited by Houtu Ancestral Witch, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, to go to the sea of ​​blood to capture evil spirits together, and earn some merit by the way. What, Master?" Nephew, are you going to the Sea of ​​Blood too?"

"Catch the evil spirit and earn merits?"

Chen Xuanji's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked, "Uncle Hongyun, I also had some friendship with the ancestor witch of Houtu, I don't know how to earn merits and virtues."

The smile on Hong Yun's face became even stronger, "Nephew, you also know Houtu Ancestral Witch. Houtu Ancestral Witch is a kind person. Although he is an Ancestral Witch, he has a good relationship with all races in the prehistoric world."

Hong Yun rambled about the kung fu for a stick of incense, and then returned to the topic.

"Nephew, after the fall of some monks in the prehistoric period, their primordial spirits were immortal, but they were disturbed by the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and gradually became demons, becoming fierce spirits, who liked killing the most, and they were burdened with an unknown amount of karma, so they gathered at the edge of the sea of ​​blood among."

"Your Master Houtu and I will go to the edge of the sea of ​​blood every thousand years to capture those evil spirits, and let Houtu go to Buzhou Mountain to burn them. We will eliminate the evil spirits so that the karma of the prehistoric era will no longer grow. In the dark, you will naturally get some merit and luck."

Hong Yun explained honestly that there was nothing to hide, or Hong Yun didn't know how to hide it.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, why didn't I think of it, capturing evil spirits, eliminating karma, and obtaining merit are the most suitable for me."

Chen Xuanji was very pleasantly surprised, and quickly asked, "Uncle Hongyun, my nephew just came down from Kunlun Mountain, and I don't know where it is better to go to Honghuang to practice. Can I bring my nephew along with me on this trip, and let my nephew meet you?" See the world?"

Hong Yun laughed loudly and said, "I just think it's boring to be alone, if my nephew and nephew are willing to be together, that would be great."

When he heard that the East China Sea he was going to had turned into a sea of ​​blood, Kui Niu suddenly became reluctant, "Brother, how can you go back on your word, didn't you say you were going to the East?"

Before Kui Niu finished speaking, Chen Xuanji slapped the Niu on the head.

"Brother, I haven't finished talking yet, why are you interrupting, you forgot the agreement we made before we went down to Kunlun Mountain?"

After finishing speaking, Chen Xuanji looked at Hong Yun again with a smile on his face, "Master, this is my master's mount. It's a little ignorant, so please don't blame me."

(End of this chapter)