After sending the Void Bodhi away, Yang Jian began to think about his next set of arrangements.
First of all, he had to go to the South Continent to find an immortal mountain. Or rather, he had to build an immortal mountain. He had to earn the reputation of being an immortal in the mountain and recruit some disciples to teach them some cultivation techniques.
Then, he had to wait for the monkey to find him.
In order to prevent the Buddhists from scheming too deeply against the monkey, Yang Jian did not hesitate to step forward personally. It could be considered as giving the monkey a huge mountain to stand behind.
If the original Stone Fetus Spirit Monkey was just a pawn in the hands of the Buddhists, from today onwards, the Buddhists would have to consider if they would attract Yang Jian's spear if they wanted to do anything to the monkey.
After instructing the six friends of the Plum Mountain to secretly guard the stone monkey in the South Continent, Yang Jian set off for Kunlun Mountain.
The Eight-Nine Arcane Art was enough for physical cultivation.
However, it was not easy for Yang Jian to fabricate the superficial cultivation techniques of the Essence Soul Dao.
Fortunately, he still had a sect. There was a Sutra Pavilion in the front mountain of Kunlun Mountain. He had copied dozens of Dharma formulas that could allow mortals to enter the sect and taken some spirit pills that were not considered superior.
Yang Jian walked back and forth in front of the Jade Void Palace. Naturally, many disciples followed behind him, curious about what Yang Jian was up to.
If Yang Jian was an invincible God of War in the hearts of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals of the Celestial Court, then in the hearts of the disciples of Chanism, he was the model Eldest Senior Brother and Uncle-Master that everyone respected.
The group of disciples of Chanism were shocked and confused when they saw Yang Jian running around to collect ordinary items.
"Why do you have so much time, Disciple-Nephew?"
Hiroshige's voice sounded. The disciples hurriedly bowed. Yang Jian, who was choosing simple Dharma treasures in the treasure vault in the mountain, hurriedly turned around and bowed to Hiroshige.
"Greetings, Uncle-Master."
"Yes, there's no need to stand on ceremony. What are you doing? You've taken cultivation techniques and pills, but they are all crude introductory items … "
Yang Jian chuckled and told him about the Buddhist sect's scheme and his own plans.
After hearing this, Hiroshige couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and sighed. "The Buddhist Sect has painstakingly waited for so many years for the birth of the Spirit Embryo. How could it be targeted by a malefic star like you?"
"The Spirit Embryo was originally blessed by the Heavenly Dao because of some Heaven Nourishing Merit. What does it have to do with the Buddhist Sect?" Yang Jian shrugged. "I can't just watch as the Buddhist Sect tramples on such an unpolished piece of jade. Besides, I have some experience with the Eight Nine Mysteries. "
"When it comes to physical cultivation, even if an ancient mighty figure comes, you can still be his master," Hiroshige reminded him. "However, teaching a disciple is not just about teaching him skills. Do you understand?"
Yang Jian nodded solemnly and said, "I naturally understand this logic. If he brings disaster to the Primordial World in the future, I will personally kill him."
"Alright. Actually, with your guidance, it will be difficult for anything to go wrong," Hiroshige said. "If you have any needs, just tell me."
Yang Jian pondered for a while and said, "Uncle-Master, please help me find two clever disciples. They only need to be immortals. I can't be bothered to teach other children."
"Wait here. I'll find them for you."
Hiroshige turned around and floated away. Yang Jian continued to choose from the treasure vault of the Jade Void Palace.
He was not good at refining artifacts. Although he could make some small items, they were not as good as the Dharma treasures there.
By the time Yang Jian had arranged everything he needed, Guangchengzi had also come with two young men.
The two youths bowed to Yang Jian and addressed him as "Uncle-Master". Naturally, they were fourth-generation disciples of Chanism.
"The two of them will follow you. I've already instructed them not to make any mistakes."
"Thank you, Eldest Uncle-Master." Yang Jian bowed and led the two youths out of Kunlun Mountain. He rode a cloud and rushed to the South Continent.
The two youths had yet to become disciples of the third generation. Their cultivation levels were not bad and they had already reached the threshold of the immortal realm. However, in a place like the Jade Void Palace, they were not too eye-catching.
The two of them were naturally overjoyed to be able to follow Yang Jian out to train. They did not dare to hope to become disciples of Yang Jian. They only wanted to be familiar with the mighty figures in the sect and get some pointers.
Yang Jian did not say anything along the way, which made the two of them feel a little uneasy.
When they arrived at the South Continent, Yang Jian rode a cloud and walked around the South Continent. He looked around and finally chose a spiritual mountain in the southwest of the South Continent.
The name of the mountain was Spirit Platform, and the mountain was called Fangcun Mountain. There was a small city at the foot of the mountain. It was in the southwest of the South Continent, and it seemed a little bitter and cold.
The scenery in the mountain was strange and beautiful. From the outside, it looked majestic and magnificent. However, one could only see the danger of the mountain after entering. The mountain peaks stood tall and straight, like a forest of spears growing on the ground.
Birds could be seen flying on cliffs everywhere. Clouds and mist could be seen everywhere. There were dozens of streams in the mountain. There were bamboo forests and trees on the mountain. There were many monsters and beasts in the mountain.
There were a few villages at the foot of the mountain. They relied on the mountain to survive. They hunted and chopped firewood for a living.
Yang Jian stood at the highest peak of Fangcun Mountain and looked around. He observed the terrain of the place for a long time but could not see anything special. He only felt that the scenery there was not bad and made him feel relaxed.
"Let's do it here."
Yang Jian said and chuckled in his heart.
He had really had enough. He had searched everywhere. It was the name of the Spirit Seeking Mountain, Fangcun …
Unfortunately, he could not reveal the "secrets" in his heart. Even if he did, it would be meaningless. This "prophetic" ability sometimes made Yang Jian fall into deep thought.
He still could not understand the connection between the world he had lived in before he was twenty and the Primordial World.
However, Yang Jian believed that as long as he continued on the path of cultivation, killed powerful enemies, and reached the end of all Dao, all the secrets would be revealed to him.
It was more important to do things first.
Yang Jian walked around the mountain and chose a strange mountain. He used his mystical abilities and opened a Daoist temple according to the mountain.
Nearly half of the Dao Temple was embedded in the mountain. Yang Jian personally set it up. He chiseled out the main hall, side hall, disciple pavilion, and empty space in front of the hall.
The two youths helped to set up some incense burners, meditation cushions, and clear pools that were common in Daoist temples. They also followed Yang Jian's instructions and collected some strange flowers and herbs within a 500-kilometer radius. They moved them to various parts of the Daoist temple.
In less than two days, a quiet and secluded Daoist temple was built.
Yang Jian walked around and finally nodded in satisfaction. He called the two youths to him and gave each of them a wisp of Xuanqi as a reward. The two of them naturally benefited a lot.
Xuanqi wrapped Yang Jian. When Xuanqi returned to Yang Jian's body, he had already turned into an old immortal with white hair and white beard.
"From today onwards, the two of you will be my in-name disciples. Call me Master or Teacher."
The two youths hurriedly bowed. "Yes, Master."
"Your name is Qingshan, and your name is Huoyun. You are Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother. I am Patriarch Bodhi, a reclusive cultivator. You are not to mention anything about Chanism. Do you understand?"
"Don't worry, Master. Grandmaster has already instructed us."
Yang Jian nodded in satisfaction. "From tomorrow onwards, the two of you will walk around within a radius of five hundred kilometers. If mortals are sick, treat them. If you see a child with spirituality, ask their parents if they want their child to cultivate. Remember, if anyone asks you where you came from …"
Qingshan smiled. "My master is Patriarch Bodhi. His divine ability is' Bier Square '."
Yang Jian smiled and nodded. These two fellows' comprehension abilities were pretty good.
"Change your words again." Yang Jian raised his hand and made a grabbing motion towards the outside of the mountain. A large boulder flew out of nowhere and landed in front of the Daoist temple.
Yang Jian drew a few lines in the air. The boulder split open, leaving behind a towering stone stele. Five large words were written on it.
Cave of the Crescent and Three Stars.
Huoyun murmured, "Within the Bier Square, within the Crescent and Three Stars … Could it be 'Heart Seeking'?"
"You can comprehend this True Meaning on your own."
Yang Jian took out the techniques, medicinal pills, spirit stones, and magic treasures. "Go and organize yourself. Once you're done, go down the mountain and do good deeds."
"Yes, Master."
The two of them answered respectfully and used immortal spells to guide the items out of the main hall.
Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the layout of the main hall. After some thought, he set up the statues of the Three Pure Ones and worshipped the Heaven and Earth memorial tablets. Then, he sat there and thought quietly. What else had he not set up?
He did not expect that he would replace the Void Bodhi and become Patriarch Bodhi.
However, the current Yang Jian did that purely because he did not want any rewards. He did not expect the monkey to really listen to his orders.
What's the use of listening to his orders? What could Yang Jian make the monkey do?
He could not do anything. He could only resist the powerful enemy together.
When he was in the God-Conferment Realm, he schemed against Jiang Ziya and seized the power to become a god. He used it to condense his luck and soar into the sky.
During the Journey to the West, in order to protect the precious combat power in the world, he took the initiative to transform into Patriarch Bodhi. He wanted to carefully train the little monkey so that the monkey would not be buried by the Buddhist Sect's true glory.
The Connate Spirit Embryo was the true Tribulation Taker that the world had sent to deal with the Great Tribulation. It had the best physical body cultivation potential and countless years of accumulation of Dharma powers …
Yang Jian's expectations for this monkey were extremely high.
"Let's see what he's doing first."
With that thought in mind, Yang Jian rode a cloud and flew out of Fangcun Mountain, heading northeast.
The stone monkey had just arrived in the South Continent not long ago. It should still be at the edge of the South Continent. Its natural Dharma powers were suppressed by the shackles of the world. It was only a monkey spirit that was intelligent, understood the human language, was strong, and had some abilities.
It was quite easy to find it. There was no need to go anywhere else. He just needed to release his spiritual senses and find a group of cultivators hiding on the clouds in the east of the South Continent. He would know where the stone monkey was.
When Yang Jian saw the monkey again, it was wearing a loose robe and hiding outside a teahouse to listen to the teacher inside.
It was constantly observing the actions of the mortals in the teahouse. It was extremely intelligent to learn how to bow, sip tea, sit upright, and other postures.
Yang Jian could not help but chuckle when he saw that. He wrapped his incarnation in Xuanqi and did not alarm anyone. He quietly observed the monkey in the cloud.
He was thinking about how to guide and educate it. This was different from teaching Zi Xia.
At the very least, Zi Xia had been taught what right and wrong were since she was young, and what the parents of the world were. The stone monkey was different. Although it understood human nature, it had just walked out of the forest. To the monkeys in the mountains, survival was the most important thing.
That was what Yang Jian had to spend effort on.
A few days ago, nothing had happened. The mortals had teased and scolded the monkey, but it had only chuckled. Its words and actions were all funny, and it would even take the initiative to tease these mortals.
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