I!The Many Treasures Tathagata

Chapter 2
Chen Duobao looked at the person coming, frowning slightly.

Through the Taiji diagram in that person's hand, he had already guessed the identity of the Great Master Xuandu.

Although the great mage Xuandu has always been low-key, he doesn't show his mountains or dew his water, and his sense of presence is not strong.

But Chen Duobao knew very well that as the only direct disciple of the Supreme Being, and also an innate human race, with the blessing of luck from the human race, Xuandu's strength was absolutely formidable.

Coupled with a body of spiritual treasures, the Taishang even gave him the Tai Chi Tu.

I'm afraid that if there is a real fight, even the Tathagata Buddha, who seems to be the most powerful in the Three Realms in the future, may not necessarily be the opponent of Xuandu.

"Master has always said that the red flowers, green leaves and white lotus root, the three teachings are originally from the same family."

"You don't know how to teach, but I still have to take etiquette and friendship into account after all."

"Wudang, it is not easy for you to practice hard, and I will give you another chance at last."

"As long as you sincerely kneel and kowtow to the master, and sincerely repent, the master will forgive you in view of the three-pure friendship with Master Tongtian."

Master Xuandu restrained his murderous intentions, his face returned to calm, his hands were behind his back, his feet were in the void, and he walked step by step.

He looked at Duobao and Wudang condescendingly, like giving alms.

He wasn't very kind about letting go.

It's just that Duobao's establishment of Theravada Buddhism is a major event in the Three Realms, and many gods and Buddhas are paying attention to Lingshan.

He acted more magnanimously, but also to save a little reputation for the people's education.

In addition, after all, Wudang is the only surviving disciple of Jiejiao, the last chance.

He didn't want to kill them all, and offend the leader of Tongtian Cult.

After all, the Master Tongtian is a saint, and it is impossible to be trapped in Zixiao Palace forever.

"Sanqing Qingyi? Xuandu, aren't you afraid that all beings in the Three Realms will ridicule you when you say this?"

"Collude with outsiders to destroy my sect, what's the result?"

"It's not the great prosperity of Buddhism!"

Wudang's words pierced Xuandu's hypocritical mask.

"Humph!"

"Heaven's crimes are still forgivable."

"Do your own fault, don't live."

"Taiqing Shenlei!"

Master Xuandu's complexion darkened, and he shouted angrily.

Above the Nine Heavens, between the two extremes of the Tai Chi thunder cloud, a purple divine thunder with an unrivaled aura broke through layers of time and space barriers and struck towards Wudang.

At this moment, the sky and the earth were gloomy, and the boundless darkness shrouded Lingshan, and the vast heavenly power seemed to be the end of the day.

Quasi holy!

The Great Tribulation of Conferring the Gods is over, and the luck of the Human Cult and the Human Race has risen again.

Master Xuandu, as the head teacher of the innate human race and human religion, was blessed with double luck. Not long ago, he successfully beheaded the good corpse and stepped into the quasi-sage realm.

He is determined to establish his prestige in the Three Realms, and he will use all his strength as soon as he comes up, to cleanly deal with the Madonna of Wudang.

Although the Holy Mother of Wudang is also very powerful and has the cultivation base of Daluo Jinxian in the later stage, compared with the Great Master Xuandu, the gap is still obvious.

She wanted to use the spirit treasure to fight back, but the time and space around her were completely imprisoned by the Tai Chi Diagram, and she couldn't move her whole body, so she could only rely on her body to resist the thunder disaster.

Xuandu's cultivation base and Lingbao are stronger than her.

Nothing is at stake in an instant.

"It's too late to kneel down and repent!"

"Even Duobao who is beside you, the dignified head of the sect, has apostate and become a Buddha. You are a weak woman, what are you doing here?"

A cold light flickered in the eyes of the Great Master Xuandu, and he wanted to completely break the last backbone of Jujiao.

When the Holy Mother of Wudang heard the words, she felt extremely distressed.

She ignored Xuandu's words, and took a last look at Duobao who was still silent.

Then he looked up 33 days away, his eyes full of sadness.

"Incompetent and incompetent, unable to revive Jiejiao, I am ashamed of my teacher's kindness."

"If you can't save your fellow disciples, you'll be ashamed of your brotherhood."

Above the Heavenly Court, inside Mount Sumeru, time and space are turbulent, breath is tumbling, and there are bursts of mournful cries.

"Junior Sister, I'll come to rescue you when I'm here."

Inside the Golden Tower of the Doufu, a female fairy in palace attire, with a beautiful face and a refined temperament said sadly and angrily.

It was the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit who was named the Doumu Yuanjun and the head of the female immortals.

During the Conferred Gods, she fought against the three Golden Immortals, Manjusri, Puxian, and Cihang, without losing the wind, but was killed by a sneak attack by Lantern with Dinghaizhu.

Behind her, there are also Zhao Gongming, Wen Zhong, Shi Tianjun, Luo Xuan, Lu Yue, etc., all of whom are true spirits on the list of gods, and are named righteous gods of all parties.

Each of them looked angry, looking at the lower world Lingshan, the Virgin of Wudang who would rather die than surrender.

There is excitement, gratitude, and more respect.

The Jujiao didn't fall apart, and even if there were a few traitors, even if the chief elder brother apostate, there were still people who stood firm.

This is Jiejiao's last vitality, his last stubbornness.

The immortals believe that as long as Wudang is still there, with her lofty love for Jiejiao, Jiejiao will eventually be revived one day.

On the contrary, the immortals looked at the indifferent Duobao beside Wudang, with contempt, disappointment, and hatred in their eyes...

In the corner of the palace, there is another girl in a long red dress, with bright eyes and bright teeth, who is looking forward to her beauty, bowing her head in shame and feeling sad.

She is the eldest disciple of Daoist Duobao, and was conferred the title of Holy Mother of Fire Spirit of Xingjun of the Fire Mansion.

The master apostate and established Theravada Buddhism.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit invites all the immortals to come to Dou Mansion for discussion.

She also came, but was faintly isolated by the crowd.

"Master, you must have some difficulties!"

It is hard for the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit to believe that such a master who loves to stop teaching will one day apostate.

Under the leadership of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the Jiejiao immortals left the Doufu and flew towards Nantianmen.

But at this moment, an old man with white hair holding the floating dust in his hand stopped the immortals, it was Taibai Jinxing.

"The Jade Emperor has a decree, and the eight righteous gods of the heavenly court are in charge of the power and responsibility of Zhou Tian, ​​and maintain the operation of the three realms."

"Without a will, you are not allowed to leave your post without authorization, so as to avoid turmoil in the Three Realms."

"Li Changgeng, you, a little golden fairy, dare to stop me?"

Luoxuan, the Immortal in Flame, has always been irritable, so he immediately stepped forward and shouted.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit stopped Luo Xuan, and bowed to Taibai Jinxing.

She knows that today is not the same as before.

Asking for help in everything now, you can't let your temper do it.

"Taibai Jinxing, under special circumstances, I am waiting to rescue someone. Luo Xuan has a quick temper and speaks without choice. I hope you will forgive me."

"When I come back from saving someone, Jin Ling will bring him along and come to the door to plead guilty."

"In addition, please tell the Jade Emperor, as long as you agree to let me wait for the lower realm to save people today."

"In the future, all the immortals of Jiejiao will obey the will of the Jade Emperor, do their best, and never violate it."

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit kept her posture very low, and she also made a condition that even the Jade Emperor would be tempted by.

In today's heaven, the Haotian Jade Emperor has great righteousness, but he has no one under him, and is basically emptied by the teaching.

But as long as the Jiejiao immortals really serve the Jade Emperor with all their heart, the two will add up and Haotian will be able to truly control the Heavenly Court.

Taibai Jinxing heard the words, shook his head with a light smile, and looked at the Jiejiao immortals playfully, as if they were looking at ants.

"Mr. Doumu Yuan is being polite. The old minister came here according to the order. I hope that the righteous gods will not embarrass the old minister."

Taibai Jinxing took out a scroll from his sleeve, the golden light was shining, full of brilliant heavenly power.

The scroll slowly rolled out, and it was the list of gods.

The righteous gods of the various ministries of heaven, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, Luo Xuan and other names are all on it.

Taibai Jinxing sneered in his heart, although the condition of the Jinling Holy Mother is good, but the Jade Emperor has the list of gods in his hand, so he can still handle them well.

How could he offend people and explain the two religions for the sake of a group of bereaved dogs like them.

Moreover, if these Jiejiao immortals sincerely took refuge in the Jade Emperor, how could he be the Jade Emperor's confidant even a mere Golden Immortal?
Can you still sit firmly in the position of Taibaijinxing?
The immortals of Jiejiao stared at Taibai Jinxing fiercely, feeling both grief and desolation in their hearts.

Although Taibai Jinxing is only a golden immortal, but with the list of gods in his hand, he can ban all the cultivation bases of the Jiejiao immortals with a single thought.

This is the sorrow of the true spirit being on the list of gods, the sorrow of cutting off religion.

(End of this chapter)