"The Three Thousand Great Daos run through heaven and earth and are invisible. Only by comprehending them can one understand the principles of the Great Daos …"
In the afternoon on Fangcun Mountain, Patriarch Subhuti, the old immortal, sat in front of the statue of the Three Pure Ones and explained the Great Daos of heaven and earth. Flower petals floated everywhere.
The young boys and girls below were all drowsy. The monkey even lowered his head and slept soundly, snoring gradually.
Huo Yun and Qing Shan looked helpless. The Patriarch didn't say anything. He just patiently explained the Dao scriptures and principles.
Actually, sitting like this was also a kind of cultivation.
The process of imparting the Dao to a disciple not only polished Sun Wukong's state of mind that had yet to calm down, but it also polished Yang Jian's own Dao heart. Although physical cultivators did not value this as much as Essence Soul Dao cultivators,
In the afternoon, Yang Jian stood up and said, "That's all for today."
After saying that, he walked out of the hall with a cold face. The group of young disciples hurriedly stood up and bowed to Yang Jian to send him off.
"Oh? Oh, Master! "
The monkey jumped up from the meditation cushion and shouted in a daze.
Yang Jian stopped and turned his head. The monkey was obviously stunned. The surrounding people looked at him and immediately understood that the lesson had ended …
"Master, I have a Dao technique. Well, I don't know the Dao technique."
Yang Jian flicked his horsetail whisk. "Just ask your senior brother."
With a light snort, Yang Jian walked out of the hall. The monkey's face was full of shame. The young boys and girls in Daoist robes around laughed after Yang Jian walked away. One of them came up to tease the monkey.
The monkey wasn't angry. He laughed and chatted with them, already having fun.
Fortunately, Qing Shan came forward in time and said, "Be quiet. Don't mess around here."
Huo Yun said with a straight face, "Whoever doesn't read the scriptures that Master just said ten times today will go to the Cold Ice Cave at the back of the mountain to reflect on their mistakes."
The group of young disciples immediately quieted down. The monkey scratched his ears and cheeks and laughed. Qing Shan and Huo Yun didn't dare to interfere.
Yang Jian was just about to return to his residence to rest. Thinking that there was nothing to do here, he was about to return his consciousness to his body and continue comprehending the dual cultivation. However, just as he reached the warm room, he heard a call from the sky.
"Fellow Daoist Subhuti! Fellow Daoist Bodhi! "
Turning his head, he saw a head sneakily poking out from the clouds and grinning at Yang Jian.
Daoist Duobao.
Duobao called Yang Jian to be Bodhi, naturally to hide Yang Jian's identity. Yang Jian smiled knowingly and flew into the sky on a cloud. In the cloud, he removed his "makeup" and returned to his original appearance.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle."
"Sure." Daoist Duobao leaned forward and grabbed Yang Jian's arm. Yang Jian, who was reeking of alcohol, could not open his eyes.
Daoist Duobao smiled and said, "Let's go. I've set up a banquet with my junior brothers and sisters on the mountain beside us. How about we go and have a drink?"
"Uncle-Master, how can I not agree to your invitation?" Yang Jian smiled and nodded. He was grabbed tightly by Duobao, as if he was afraid that he would run away.
The place where they were drinking was actually in Fangcun Mountain. The spiritual senses of Yang Jian's incarnation enveloped the Daoist temple. He was not worried that anything would happen.
From afar, it was clear that Duobao had used his Dharma powers to create a pavilion on the mountain. The scenery was rather pleasant. Two graceful figures stood in the pavilion. One was looking at Yang Jian, while the other was looking at the side.
There were good wine and dishes on the stone table. There were also a few immortal fruit flower baskets around them. The atmosphere was not bad.
Yang Jian was pulled forward and greeted the Goddess of Golden Spirit and Bi Xiao. The Goddess of Golden Spirit only snorted softly and sat down. Bi Xiao smiled at Yang Jian with a hint of playfulness.
"Sit, sit, don't stand on ceremony." Duobao pressed Yang Jian onto his seat and sat at the side with his increasingly "inflated" belly. He did not care about his seat.
Bi Xiao sat on the other side of Yang Jian. There was still an empty seat. Clearly, there was a fourth immortal from Jie School.
Yang Jian saw that the wine cups were empty and stood up to take the wine pot.
Daoist Duobao hurriedly snatched it. "You are now the number one expert in the Primordial World. How can I let you do such a thing?"
Bi Xiao hurriedly said, "Let me do it."
Yang Jian shook his head and smiled. "My seniority here is the lowest. It's only right. Moreover, I'm not the best in the Primordial World. I'm far from becoming a Saint. I just have the advantage of my physical body and mystical abilities. "
As he spoke, Yang Jian had already filled Duobao's wine cup and walked to the Goddess of Golden Spirit's side.
Yang Jian and the Goddess of Golden Spirit had fought several times during the God-Conferment. Yang Jian had even personally sent the Goddess of Golden Spirit to the God roll. As a result, Jie School was in chaos …
Although the God-Conferment was just a scheme, the grudge between the two of them could not be resolved easily.
Yang Jian bowed as a junior. Although the Goddess of Golden Spirit's expression was cold, she did not make things difficult for Yang Jian. She allowed Yang Jian to fill her cup with immortal wine.
Yang Jian said, "Uncle-Master, if my disciple causes any trouble in the future, please take care of him."
"I'm not so petty that I'll make things difficult for a junior," the Goddess of Golden Spirit said, which made Yang Jian feel a little more at ease.
"I'll do it myself." Bi Xiao pressed the wine cup and reached for the wine pot. Yang Jian could only smile and bring the wine pot over. He sat back in his seat.
After exchanging a few pleasantries and drinking, Zhao Gongming flew over from the sky.
Duobao smiled and asked, "Is it done?"
"Of course." Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "I didn't notice anything."
Yang Jian was a little puzzled. He felt that the two of them had done something shameful, but he could not say anything.
Zhao Gongming sat down. Duobao continued to chat with Yang Jian. When Yang Jian had drunk four to five cups of wine, Daoist Duobao finally began to list the "crimes" of the Celestial Court.
Daoist Duobao asked, "Yang Jian, what do you think? Why don't you suspect that there are subordinates of those supreme experts hiding in the Celestial Court? "
"This … Of course I suspect them." Yang Jian sighed softly. "However, if the other party wants to hide, it's too difficult to capture them. Most of the subordinates of the supreme experts are Saints and Quasi-Saints of the Primordial World, the Grand Simplicity World, and even the Primordial World. Such people have probably sneaked into the Primordial World since the ancient times. How can we investigate? "
"That makes sense." Zhao Gongming nodded. "The powerful enemy is in the dark. We're in the open. It's indeed not easy to investigate. Otherwise, it would be futile. We would even cause chaos in the Three Realms."
Duobao said, "I think there's something wrong with Child Hao Tian. Yang Jian, why don't you force him to reveal himself?"
The Goddess of Golden Spirit said softly, "Eldest Senior Brother, if you continue to sow discord, I think you're a little inappropriate."
"I'm inappropriate? Why not?" Daoist Duobao rolled his eyes. "I cultivated bit by bit from the Transformation Stage. Teacher can testify for me. I'm the most upright cultivator in the Primordial World."
Yang Jian smiled and squinted.
"Let's not talk about this today. Let's drink." Zhao Gongming raised his cup and invited them. The few of them laughed and drank together.
Daoist Duobao was still thinking about how Yang Jian would destroy the Jade Emperor. After a while, he began to mention those matters.
Yang Jian did not know how the Celestial Court had offended Daoist Duobao. He could only smile and respond. He did not know how to answer.
Finally, when the sky was about to fall, Yang Jian could not help but ask, "Uncle-Master, how did the Celestial Court offend you?"
"Hmph, it's not that I'm unhappy." Duobao smacked his lips. "Turn me into a Buddha. Ah … I don't dare to blame Uncle-Master, but don't I dare to blame the Buddhists? Whoever is close to the Buddhists will go against me. Although I can't be bothered with them, I can't let them be so happy! "
Yang Jian did not know how to answer. He looked at Daoist Duobao's purple-gold kasaya that was covered in wine and could only raise his cup.
"The Saint is taking care of everything regarding the Celestial Court," Yang Jian said. "I only want to cultivate quietly now. The Three Pure Ones and Fellow Daoist Tian Yan did not blame the Jade Emperor regarding the matter regarding the Five-Element Supremacy. It means that the Jade Emperor is harmless to the Three Realms. That's all. "
"Okay."
The Goddess of Golden Spirit said softly and raised her wine glass to drink with Bi Xiao.
Zhao Gongming was afraid that Yang Jian would feel awkward. He immediately took the opportunity to drink with Yang Jian.
They drank until midnight.
The four immortals staggered as they rode the clouds away. Yang Jian was a little drunk. He returned to his appearance as Patriarch Bodhi, rubbed his brows, and returned to the Daoist temple.
Zhao Gongming and the others had also asked about the spirit monkey. Yang Jian had also said that the monkey was a spiritual creature born from the Heaven and Earth Tribulation. It was no small matter. Therefore, he had personally trained it. The four of them did not ask much.
They had arrived when Yang Jian was preaching the Dao. They deliberately did not mention it because the situation of Yang Jian's Dao preaching was a little shabby. The Great Dao that he talked about was only a manual for the Dao Sect's entrance. It was indeed not praiseworthy.
After entering the Daoist temple, Yang Jian used Xuanqi to chase away the smell of alcohol. He flicked his dust and walked towards the warm pavilion where he stayed.
The four of them should have come to drink with him. He did not realize that they had any other motives.
No matter what, even if they were to go against each other during the God-Conferment, they were all disciples of the Dao Sect now. They had the responsibility of protecting the Primordial World. They should not go against each other.
Celestial Court …
Jade Emperor …
"Ah, huh?"
Yang Jian, who was about to push the door open, focused his gaze. The two wooden doors beside him were a little different from the ones he had left previously.
He immediately perked up. He released his spiritual senses and spiritual perception and searched the situation in the warm pavilion.
The bed was sealed by a Dao rune?
Yang Jian pushed the door open and entered. He carefully took two steps forward and frowned.
He couldn't use his divine sense, but he could see everything clearly with his eyes …
A woman was lying on her side on the soft bed. She was only wearing a thin gauze dress. Her back was facing Yang Jian, and her long hair was scattered on the soft bed.
Her figure was so graceful that even Yang Jian wanted to exclaim in admiration. However, Yang Jian's heart was calm and peaceful.
A wave of Xuanqi spread over and directly swept away the Dao runes that had sealed the soft bed. Then, he carefully sensed it.
The woman on the soft bed had been sealed. The Dharma powers that were sealed seemed to have come from Uncle-Master Duobao. The Dao runes that had sealed the soft bed and avoided his spiritual senses seemed to have come from Zhao Gongming.
After carefully sensing it, he realized that there was a trace of immortal power left on the woman's clothes. There was also a hint of alcohol. Yang Jian had sensed that trace of immortal power from Bi Xiao today.
What the hell are these four people trying to do?
Yang Jian walked forward and used Xuanqi to lift the woman up before slowly placing her flat.
When he placed her flat, his hand trembled and his Dao heart trembled slightly.
"Master Ci Hang … Fellow Daoist, why are you here?"
Who else could it be if not Ci Hang? At that moment, there was a bitter smile on her solemn and holy face. Yang Jian hurriedly wrapped two robes with Xuanqi and floated over.
In the cloud, Daoist Duobao flung his sleeve in frustration.
"This Yang Jian doesn't have any courage. Seriously."
Zhao Gongming smiled bitterly and could not help but support his forehead with his hand.
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