In Seclusion for 10,000 Years, The Descendants Come to the Door at the Start

Yang Jian stepped out of the human race, and suddenly, his expression changed and he looked in another direction.

I saw a stalwart and tall figure coming up to the sky, with a high body, walking in the void, leaving footprints one after another, showing its tyrannical physique.

Exactly, Great Sage Pingtian, Bull Demon King!

"The Bull Demon King, are you also being summoned by your master?"

Yang Jian looked over and said.

"Exactly."

The Bull Demon King said like thunder, "Together?"

"it is good."

Yang Jian nodded, and then he was quite emotional, "I didn't expect that one day, we would actually walk together, maybe even fight side by side."

You must know that in the world of mythology, he has led troops to conquer the seven great saints such as the Bull Demon King more than once.

The two sides have different positions, one is a big demon and the other is a fairy god, which can be said to be a natural opposition.

No one thought that one day, gods and demons would join forces.

"Everything is for the master of course." The Bull Demon King said.

"Yes, it's all for the master."

Yang Jian nodded.

Immediately, they both walked away together and disappeared without a trace.

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"Master has summoned me, you stay here to help me take care of the master's two descendants, and my grandson will also go."

On the other side, Sun Wukong said to Yang Xinghe, and then turned into a golden light, piercing the sky and leaving.

"Hey, I also want to see Master Shizun."

Yang Xinghe was helpless, but he looked at Fang Qi and Lin Ziqian who were training and could only shake his head helplessly.

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dry state.

A talisman appeared in front of Lu Dongbin's eyes, but at this time he was falling into a deep enlightenment, and he still did not wake up.

I didn't see the contents on the talisman.

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The westernmost part of the Three Thousand Provinces.

It's called the West Desert.

After passing from here, they arrived in Outland.

That is the real West.

And here, unlike the Yuezhou frontier, there are border gates and a large number of monks guarding them.

Here, it is deserted and uninhabited, and a horse is flat.

Gein, those creatures in the West will not invade the 3,000 Daozhou like the barbarians.

Every time only a few people are sent to the three thousand states to preach their teachings.

These seem harmless, but in Lin Yichen's view, they are even more terrifying than those directly plundered by barbarians.

The barbarians plunder the most resources, but those creatures in the west have fundamentally changed you and distorted everything about you.

Let you become no longer you!

at this time.

Rippled in the void, a figure in white walked out of it, it was Lin Yichen.

He stood there, staring at the west of the Outer Territory, and through the incarnation of the fifth, he could feel that the latter's real body was indeed in that direction.

"The old fifth practiced the Styx Blood Demon, and I gave him the two sword intents of Yuantu Abi. In the eyes of those in the West, they must be demons, and they must be trying to save him... ..."

Lin Yichen murmured in his heart.

These Western creatures can be regarded as Buddhists in the world of mythology.

Of course, their buddha masters are neither acquainted with mentioning nor accommodating, let alone the Tathagata of the Treasures and the Tathagata of the Great Sun.

It is the Buddha of freedom in the world.

This is what Lin Yichen heard when he set foot in the West.

Of course, he has never seen this worldly free king and Buddha, but just listened to what those believers said, as to whether it really exists.

At this point, Lin Yichen remains skeptical.

"And the child I took in that year, I don't know if he is still here..."

He murmured in his heart.

Back then, he stayed in the West for a short period of time, only three or five years ago, during which he was regarded as a registered disciple.

Originally Lin Yichen was too lazy to accept it, but when he saw that the child was dying of starvation, he moved with sympathy and took him in to teach him his knowledge and practice.

Later, Lin Yichen left after leaving a bunch of resources for the child.

"After so many years, I don't know if I'm still alive."

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Lin Yichen was about to set foot in the West, Lin Yichen would have almost forgotten that he had received disciples there.

What an impression really.

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At the same time, in Outland West.

in a magnificent temple.

Majestic and solemn.

At this moment, outside the temple, there are many monks watching.

Gein, in the temple, there are two eminent monks fighting.

One is an old monk with white hair and beard, and the other is a middle-aged monk with tattered clothes.

At this moment, the middle-aged monk folded his hands together, looked at the old monk opposite, and said, "As expected of a well-known eminent monk, he can answer the doubts of the poor monk one by one."

The old monk bowed his head and saluted, "Award."

"However, the poor monk still has one last question." The middle-aged monk said.

"Please speak." The old monk said.

"Dare to ask, what is Zen?"

"Yes."

"How is Dharma Eye?"

"no."

"How is it empty?"

"ask."

"Is it?"

"Is not it?"

"Is it."

"This..." The old monk showed hesitation on his face.

"Hahaha!" The middle-aged monk burst out laughing, "It's just that, it turns out you're just like that."

The old monk's face suddenly became ugly.

"Hahaha..." At this moment, suddenly there was laughter from the crowd.

Um?

The middle-aged monk looked at him and saw that it was a handsome young monk. He couldn't help frowning, "This little master, why are you smiling?"

The young monk said, "I just saw two turtles fighting in the sky, so I laughed."

"Rumour, how could a turtle be in the sky?"

"What is that in the sky?" asked the young monk.

"This............"

The middle-aged monk was at a loss for words, and after a long time, he sighed, "I didn't expect that there are such eminent monks as you in this temple."

"what?"

A monk next to him was dumbfounded, "He is the one with the worst qualifications in our place. He only sweeps the floor and waters the flowers."

The middle-aged monk didn't say anything, just took a deep look at the young monk, and then he said goodbye and left.

After he left, the old monk looked at the young monk and said, "Hui Ming, from now on, you can practice with me."

The young monk shook his head slightly, "Abbot, I still want you to call me by my name, Jiang Liu'er, after all, it was given to me by the master and his old man."

"As for cultivation, forget it. I still like to water the flowers and sweep the floor."

"If you don't study hard, how can you get my mantle?"

As soon as these words came out, those monks' eyes were red, which was equivalent to passing on the heir to him.

The young monk Jiang Liuer said, "Actually, what I want to learn, you can't teach me. In the world, only the master and the old man can teach me."

"What did he teach you?" the old monk frowned.

"Master, he taught me that if I want this day, I can't hide my eyes, I want this place, I can't bury my heart, and I want all sentient beings to understand my meaning!"