Before they left, they heard the cries of ten thousand spirits.
With a glance, he saw the Pangu God standing upright, transforming into all living beings, and evolving the Heavenly Dao.
Daoist Heavenly Flame was born from the Heavenly Dao that was born after the Pangu God died. He respected Pangu as his father because Pangu was really like a father to him.
He rode the Chaos Bell and traveled down the long river of time. Scenes of light turned into streams of light. In just a moment, they arrived at the spacetime when they left.
The strange Dao law that enveloped Yang Jian finally disappeared. It also reminded Yang Jian that he could move freely and not be affected by the Dao law.
Daoist Heavenly Flame sighed softly. He was clearly depressed.
"I'm sorry," Yang Jian said. "I want you to accompany me to that period of time."
"It's fine. No matter when, I want to go to that period of time to take a look. Unfortunately, I can only go once." Daoist Heavenly Flame brushed the wall of the Chaos Bell and sighed softly. Then, he revealed his usual smile.
"Shall I send you back to the Xuandu City for seclusion?"
"There's no need to return to the Xuandu City," Yang Jian said. "I'll just enter seclusion outside the Primordial World. It's easier to experience the Dao runes left behind by the Pangu God here."
"Alright, I won't care about you then."
Daoist Heavenly Flame cupped his hands at Yang Jian. Yang Jian bowed to Daoist Heavenly Flame and watched as the Saint of the Great Dao disappeared with the Chaos Bell.
Then, Yang Jian turned around and flew into the sky. Almost as soon as he flew out of the border of the Primordial World and entered the void between the Primordial World and the Chaos Sea, he immediately sat cross-legged.
Epiphany?
That was actually not considered an epiphany. After all, he had been enlightened by the Pangu God.
Most of Yang Jian's attention was immersed in cultivating and comprehending the Dao. A small portion of his mind was still active, as if he was dreaming after falling asleep.
In his dream, he seemed to have gone to the Grand Simplicity Era and drank and chatted happily with the Pangu God, who had yet to become a Saint.
Although they were born at different times, with the inheritance of this mysterious technique, the connection between Yang Jian and the Pangu God might not be as shallow as the connection between Daoist Tian Yan and the Pangu God.
Gradually, Yang Jian was fully immersed in comprehending the Great Path. Xuanqi surrounded him, allowing him to blend into the void, making it impossible for others to see him.
At this time, there were still a hundred years before the Journey to the West began. Yang Jian directly went into seclusion to cultivate. From the looks of it, it seemed that he could not be bothered to care too much about the Journey to the West.
While Yang Jian was in seclusion, Heavenly Flame Daoist had already returned to the ethereal space. He sat down on his prayer mat with a dejected expression and sat there quietly for a while.
"What happened?"
Sect Leader Tongtian walked over with his hands behind his back. He looked at Heavenly Flame Daoist with a smile and said, "Is there anything that can trouble you?"
Heavenly Flame Daoist only forced a smile and did not answer.
Sect Leader Tongtian summoned his futon and sat down opposite Daoist Tianyan. He asked, "Did you bring Yang Jian to the beginning of the world?"
"Did you see it?"
"That's right. I suddenly have some vague memories about Yang Jian." The Grandmaster of Heaven tapped his forehead with his slender fingers that were like those of a musician. "Father once gave Yang Jian guidance for a period of time. However, this memory is too blurry. I can't determine if it's the Yang Jian of today."
"It's today," Daoist Tianyan replied. He took a wine cup from the Grandmaster of Heaven and drank it by himself.
The Grandmaster of Heaven did not say anything. He also drank by himself. It seemed that the two of them were drinking their own wine and had no intention of sitting at the same table.
"How's the North Ocean?" Daoist Tianyan suddenly asked.
"It's fine," Daoist Jie Yin replied. Then, he continued to close his eyes and cultivate.
The Grandmaster of Heaven smiled and said, "Now, both sides are fighting for half a day. Unfortunately, this supreme expert is recuperating, and we have to nurture a new supreme expert."
Daoist Tianyan said in a low voice, "This is the only way to protect the Primordial World."
"Of course I know. I'm also full of confidence in Yang Jian." The corners of the Grandmaster of Heaven's mouth twitched slightly. "However, don't we feel that we owe Yang Jian by doing this? Wasn't he paying a little too much? To be honest, we are just pushing the burden off our shoulders. We don't have the confidence to shoulder it. "
"Alright." Laozi walked slowly from the side and said, "Although I owe him, there's no other way."
"Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother."
"Greetings, Saint Grand Pure One."
The Grandmaster of Heaven and Daoist Tianyan bowed at the same time. Laozi nodded and did not say anything else.
The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning said, "No matter what, Yang Jian is a disciple of Chanism. If things don't work in the future, I will definitely protect him."
The Grandmaster of Heaven nodded slightly. "That's right. Yang Jian is indeed much more useful than you and me."
In the clouds in the distance, Yuding Zhenren heard that but did not defend his disciple. Instead, he sat there thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about something.
Laozi suddenly said, "There will be changes in the North Ocean in 150 years at most. Fellow Daoists, you should prepare what you need to prepare."
"150 years?" The Grandmaster of Heaven could not help but perk up.
"That's right. It's faster than we expected." Laozi looked at Daoist Tianyan. "Where are Xihe and Lu Ya?"
"Everything is ready," Daoist Tianyan replied casually. The Chaos Bell in his hand rotated gently, revealing two figures in a hall.
The peerless white-robed woman stood in front of the window and looked at the garden. The ruthless Daoist Lu Ya was refining his mystical abilities in the corner. There were already seven to eight precious gourds beside him.
After dispersing his mystical abilities, Daoist Tianyan and the Saints chatted again. They were all about various schemes to deal with the army of supreme experts.
The few mighty figures who had cultivated to the peak of the Primordial World began to feel nervous.
…
Time flashed. It was really a blur.
Sun Wukong was destined to be suppressed for 500 years. In the blink of an eye, 450-60 years had passed.
During the Buddhist Yulanpeng Assembly hundreds of years ago, Gautama's disciple, Golden Cicada, had contradicted Gautama and argued with him. He had been sent to the human world to experience a calamity.
When Monkey was suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain, he did not know what had happened to him.
Golden Cicada had been punished severely by Gautama and had to reincarnate to cultivate for ten lifetimes. Every time, he had a dream in his heart — to travel to the west to learn, retrieve the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, and expiate the suffering of the world.
In the past, Golden Cicada could go through many hardships to reach the Quicksand River. He was swallowed by a ferocious man who jumped out of the Quicksand River. He only kept his skull as a collection and wore it as a necklace.
Finally, in the 468th year of Sun Wukong's imprisonment, Golden Cicada was born at the border of the Aparagodānīya Continent.
Due to the change in his family, Golden Cicada, who was still in swaddling clothes, was placed in a wooden basin and drifted eastward along the river. Later, he was picked up by an old monk and brought back to the temple to be raised.
A baby drifted tens of thousands of miles on the river and finally successfully reached the Central Plains … No one would believe that this was not the work of those Buddhists.
This baby was named Jiangliu'er. He had been influenced by what he saw and heard in the temple since he was young. At the age of three, he could recite Buddhist scriptures. At the age of five, he could recite dozens of Buddhist scriptures fluently. At the age of seven or eight, he could already argue with a group of monks. When it came to Buddhism, no one could compare to him.
Therefore, at the age of nine, he was shaved by the temple's abbot and entered the Buddhist Sect, becoming a little monk.
Every day, the little monk would meditate and debate scriptures. Occasionally, he would follow his master down the mountain to beg for alms. Every time he went to the secular world, he would be surrounded by all kinds of women, good and bad.
But it couldn't be helped. The little monk was handsome and quite lovable.
Originally, the little monk Xuanzang would have followed his script, growing up step by step, studying the Buddhist Dharma, and then embarking on a long journey to the West.
The Buddhist Sect was also quite at ease with Xuanzang. Even if they arranged several experts to protect him in secret, these old monks were not diligent and would often make mistakes.
Finally, when Xuanzang was thirteen years old, an unforeseen event that wasn't too big happened to him …
That day, Xuanzang had a dream.
In the dream, he was in a large temple full of golden light. There were Buddhist lights and the shadows of Bodhisattvas everywhere.
A figure flew over from the horizon, landed at the foot of the mountain, and walked up the steps. All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the temple were alarmed and stopped him outside the mountain gate.
But everyone seemed to be quite afraid and didn't dare to make a move against this man whose face couldn't be seen clearly. They kept arguing, but were constantly beaten back …
Finally, it was his turn.
The young man smiled at him and asked a question.
"You Buddhists have a saying that if you put down the butcher's knife, you will become a Buddha immediately. May I ask, where does this place those living beings who are devoted to Buddhism and do good deeds suffer inexplicably, and even can barely reincarnate as humans?"
Where is it placed …
Xuanzang fell into deep thought. In his sleep, he began to toss and turn, and finally sat up abruptly.
It was already dawn outside.
Xuanzang unconsciously broke out in a sweat. He turned over from the bed and went to the washstand at the side to wash his face. However, when he looked up at the bronze mirror, his heart trembled.
In the bronze mirror, a young monk in a white kasaya was looking at him with a smile.
He suddenly turned around, but there was nothing behind him. When Xuanzang looked at the bronze mirror again, the person was already standing behind him.
"Who, who are you?"
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