Cultivating in the Chaos Bell was actually quite boring.
However, this boredom was extremely rare. If he was outside the Chaos Bell, it would be difficult for Yang Jian to have such a long time to enter seclusion to comprehend the profundities of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
However, he was still a hair's breadth away. The Eight Nine Mysteries could not become a Saint.
This difference was actually the limit of the eighth stage of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, the Indestructible Mystic Yellow Body, that Yang Jian had been investigating but could not find.
If he did not know where the door was, how could he push it open and enter?
This time, Yang Jian finally experienced how difficult cultivation was, and he also felt how difficult it was for most cultivators to break through a small realm, and he also felt how arduous it was for most cultivators to spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years to break through a small realm.
In the end, Yang Jian even gave up on himself. He felt that even if he had another hundred thousand years, he would not be able to comprehend the key if he did not have that flash of inspiration.
As such, Yang Jian took the initiative to leave the Chaos Bell and seek guidance from the Saints.
At that moment, he realized that another two to three years had passed. There seemed to be only a few years left before the Great Tribulation descended.
Yang Jian explained the predicament of his cultivation. The Saints deduced for him, but they shook their heads and sighed.
"Cultivation is my own matter," Yang Jian hurriedly said. "Perhaps I can go out and take a walk. I can relax and gain some enlightenment."
The Saints naturally would not refuse. They only instructed Yang Jian not to be anxious.
On the day after leaving Daira, Yang Jian went to the Perfected Lord's Residence and found an Immortal Pavilion to sit alone for half a day.
He looked at the sea of clouds and his heart remained calm.
He saw the rays of light, but he did not have any intention of chasing.
He had been in seclusion for too long and was not used to the changes in his surroundings.
"Master? Aren't you resting in the rear hall? "
Zixia's voice came from the side. Yang Jian turned his head to look and was also slightly stunned.
Didn't she go to the Black Spirit Kingdom?
Yes, as soon as Zi Xia went to the Black Spirit Kingdom, the Black Spirit Kingdom sent an army back to the Primordial World. She could not see Yohime and many acquaintances in the Black Spirit Kingdom, so she followed the army back to the Primordial World.
On the other hand, after taking a spin in the Chaos Sea, his cultivation level had improved significantly.
Seeing his beautiful disciple flying over on a cloud, he could only sigh softly.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing. My cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and I can't advance in time."
"Oh," Zixia blinked and leaned over to look at Yang Jian's tired face. She said quite seriously, "Master, I think you must be a little tired. Why don't you have a good sleep? Maybe you'll be able to directly comprehend it when you wake up."
"You little girl," Yang Jian chuckled, then couldn't help but yawn, "That's true. Where is my avatar? I'm going to get some sleep. "
"Master, come with me."
Immediately, Zi Xia led Yang Jian around the deserted True Lord's Mansion and sent her master to the place where the incarnation was.
Yang Jian raised his hand and dispersed the incarnation. Then, he found a soft place to lie down. Zi Xia, who was at the side, hurriedly lit the incense for her master and arranged the curtains. Then, she obediently went to wait outside the hall.
Not long after, Yang Jian really fell asleep.
However, there was no dream this time. Yang Jian had just been tense for too long. It was rare for him to relax a little.
Unfortunately, although he was full of energy and his mind returned to normal after sleeping, he still did not have any inspiration for the Eight-Nine Arcane Art.
Should I ask the Pangu God?
Yang Jian thought about it. If that method was feasible, Daoist Heavenly Flame would have long dragged him over to experience it. Using the Chaos Bell to travel through time and return to the past actually had many restrictions. If he carefully experienced it, it would be a Great Dao.
At this point, he could only rely on himself.
"Master, have you comprehended it?"
"Not yet. I want to go to the Primordial World to take a look. Are you coming?"
"Of course I'm going! I stay in the residence all day and don't know where I should go to play. It's really a little boring. "
Yang Jian smiled and knocked Zi Xia's forehead. He summoned the Celestial Dog and rode a cloud towards the mortal world.
Although he was walking around casually, Yang Jian still chose a beach with a purpose.
He stopped on a sand dune and stood there for a long time. Through the thousands of years of wind and sand, he seemed to see the ruined city and the small courtyard from back then. It was the place where his dream of the Primordial World had begun.
After staying there for a short while, Yang Jian brought Zi Xia back to the Jade Spring Mountain. Together, they cleaned the abandoned Cave Abode on the Jade Spring Mountain.
"Master, why doesn't Grandmaster live here anymore?"
"Your Grandmaster has become a Saint. He is guarding the Heavenly Dao with a few Saints," Yang Jian said. "This place can't be abandoned. In the future, if you want to establish a sect and preach the teachings of Chanism, you can ask your Grandmaster to borrow this Grotto-heaven Blessed Land."
"Wow …"
"By the way, there's a Three-Lives Lotus Seed here. Do you want to try it? You can see your past and future lives. It's quite supernatural. "
Yang Jian pointed at the lotus flowers in the pond. Zi Xia blinked. She was obviously tempted, but she still shook her head gently.
"No, Master. I know that this life is enough."
Yang Jian could not help but be stunned when he heard that. There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his heart, but he could not grasp it in time.
After stopping for a long time, Yang Jian experienced it for a while, but he still returned empty-handed.
After staying in the Jade Spring Mountain for half a day, Yang Jian took advantage of the bright moon and sparse stars to row a boat on the cloud with his disciple and old friends. They drank and had fun. They were very carefree and happy.
The Celestial Dog was still so loyal and honest. If the little eagle was here, he did not know how badly it would be bullied by the little eagle.
With a thought, Yang Jian drove the boat towards the Aparagodānīya Continent. In the south of the Aparagodānīya Continent, he found the traces of the four people from the Journey to the West. Then, his eyes could not help but light up.
"Womanland?"
"Master, what's Womanland?"
"There's a mortal country here. The people in the country are all women. They rely on a divine river to give birth, and the children are all women."
Yang Jian explained briefly. Zi Xia's beautiful eyes lit up as she clamored to go down and take a look.
It was not a big deal. Yang Jian followed his disciple's nonsense and used the transformation technique. Yang Jian transformed into Ao Xinke and landed beside the Zimu River with Zi Xia.
Zi Xia ran to the riverside and squatted there to size it up curiously. "Master, can I really give birth to a daughter after drinking this water?"
"Why don't you try?"
"I don't want to. I'm not married yet."
"Hahaha." Yang Jian chuckled and walked to the riverside with the Celestial Dog. Looking at the reflection of his wife's face in the river, he felt a little longing.
Perhaps Xinke and the rest felt that they had not been separated for long. However, to Yang Jian, it was unknown how many years had passed.
The Celestial Dog walked to the riverside and wandered around. It did not dare to drink the river water as it was afraid that a male dog would give birth to a litter of puppies. That would violate the taboo of the Celestial Dog Clan.
"Zi Xia, let's go. I'll bring you to see monks talking about love."
"What's there to see about monks … It's not like it's you, Master …"
"Hmm?"
"Hehe, Master, when are you going to find a new mistress?" Zi Xia ran over and held onto Yang Jian. Yang Jian's stern face could no longer be maintained as he regained his original smile.
Ignoring Zi Xia's incessant chatter, Yang Jian brought Zi Xia to the nearby capital of Womanland. He concealed himself and went to the posthouse first.
The three strange-looking monks were drunk and sleeping soundly in the bedroom.
Zi Xia asked, "Master, isn't this the Great Sage Equalling Heaven? Eh, why does this pig demon feel so familiar? "
"Don't you know about the Buddhist Sect's plot against the Journey to the West? This fat one is Marshal Tian Peng. "
"Oh, so it's them … How did the handsome and mighty Marshal Tian Peng become like this? Could it be that because he fought with the Jade Emperor over Chang 'e, the Jade Emperor secretly took revenge on him? "
Yang Jian could not help but be speechless. He lowered his head and looked at Zi Xia who was seriously making up gossip. He did not know what to say.
"Why are you thinking about these things all day instead of cultivating properly?"
"Master, please don't blame me. I know my mistake."
"Hmph, that's more like it …"
"Then where are the monks talking about love that Master mentioned?"
"Follow me." Yang Jian smiled mysteriously and brought Zi Xia and the Celestial Dog to the backyard of the palace.
In a deserted pavilion, two figures stood very close to each other.
One was a young monk with a delicate face and dressed in a coarse robe. He had a reserved expression and was chanting scriptures with his eyes closed. The other was a graceful and gentle ruler of the Kingdom of Womankind. She was captivating and captivating.
The ruler was pouring wine and calling out 'Brother Yu' while Xuanzang was chanting 'Amitabha'.
Zi Xia giggled and hurriedly covered her small mouth. Fortunately, the two people in the field were both mortals, so they didn't notice this movement.
"Brother Yu, there is no one else here. Do you really have the heart to let me talk endlessly here?"
"Monarch …" Xuanzang opened his eyes, a hint of helplessness in his gaze. He glanced at the monarch, who was so beautiful that it could kill others, and then quickly averted his gaze. "I should abide by the rules of a monk. Monarch, you should also cherish your reputation."
"I am the ruler. Who can say anything about me?" The ruler said softly. "The moment I saw Brother Yu, I knew that you are the one I have been waiting for for so long. Why can't other people do the same thing? Brother Yu, why don't you want to stay here with me? You and I can have children and enjoy a lifetime of wealth. We can be free and not be restrained by those rules. Isn't that a wonderful thing? "
"Amitabha …"
"Brother Yu …"
Her voice made one's bones melt.
Zi Xia brushed away the goosebumps on her jade-like arms and muttered softly, "Can't the ruler see men? She looks good, but it's better to let this monk benefit than to let my master, the Daoist priest. "
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yang Jian reprimanded with a straight face. Zi Xia giggled coquettishly again.
Yang Jian muttered to himself. Beside him, Zixia blinked her eyes and had some other ideas.
"Master, look at the ruler. She has already let go of her womanly reservations. Why don't we help them secretly?"
"It's not impossible." Yang Jian actually had the same idea. He wanted to see if his scheme against Xuanzang would have any impact on Buddhism.
Let's do it.
Yang Jian flicked his finger and a strand of Xuanqi drilled into Xuanzang's neck. Xuanzang's body trembled slightly. Then, his expression became a little … drunk …
"Brother Yu, what's wrong with you?"
"Sigh." Xuanzang sighed softly. He picked up a wine cup and drank it in one gulp. The ruler's gaze became even more blurred.
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