I rely on Gou to prove the Dao [Honghuang]

After the meeting in Zixiao Hall, Hongjun looked down at the empty hall alone, his figure was lonely and lonely, and his eyes flashed with sadness.

He doesn't want his disciples to love each other, but at least they are united, instead of cutting each other with swords in the hall like today, and others look at them coldly.

Prosperity must decline, is this catastrophe an internal struggle between their Taoist sects?

In the prehistoric world, it seems that there is no force that can rival his disciples.

"Taozu, are you worried about them?" Shi Miao asked softly.Daozu was absent-minded today, even though Zhunti, Jieyin, and Houtu were fighting in the hall and ignoring his authority, Hongjun did not punish the three, not even verbal punishment.

"It's nothing, I'm worrying too much." Hongjun smiled slightly, and there were many thoughts buried under the smile.

He picked up Shi Miao and put it in his arms. In order to reduce the consumption of aura, Shi Miao kept the prototype.

"Have you figured it out, how did you go to see Fuxi?" Hongjun said softly, "Presumably he already knows our identities."

"I'm ready, but I'm afraid Fuxi is not ready." Shi Miao said.

Fuxi was still waiting for the two of them in the backyard.

Fuxi in the backyard has mixed tastes, mother is not lying, his house is really grander than Xuandu Zifu.

He once thought that after his parents knew that he was the reincarnation of Fuxi, they would be ashamed and ran away.

He also thought that after he became a saint, he could bring his parents to the Fire Cloud Palace to enjoy the incense in the world, and he would no longer suffer from disease and famine.

He is a saint, the daughter-in-law-to-be, the saint of Nuwa, who has fought to the peak of the prehistoric era, and no one can surpass it.

The parents, who had been missing for nearly a thousand years, returned again. The two of them took off their ordinary vests and sat on the high purple throne, while he could only look up from below.

Special!

The mother who was sick all day long, and the father who stared at his mother sleeping and not doing business all day long, these two were the existences at the peak of the prehistoric world.

No one dared to refute their words.

He was reincarnated at the pinnacle of the Da Luo Jinxian, struggled all his life, was promoted to a saint, and became the "sage" generation.His parents showed up and told him the fact that he was actually the little sundae that was included in the sundae family bucket.

"Brother, are you nervous?" Nuwa looked at Fuxi's slightly trembling hands and asked in confusion. As a daughter-in-law, she was not nervous when she saw her parents-in-law, so why is the elder brother nervous.

"I'm not nervous, I just wait until I don't know how to talk to my parents about marrying you." Fu Xi said, his mother is still an egg, and the shell has not yet broken.

It would be fine if Shi Miao turned into a human, but how could he call his mother when facing an egg.

So shy!It's so embarrassing!

There is also Daddy, who is the Dao ancestor, who is extremely strict with him on weekdays. Now that there is no need to hide his identity, will Daddy regain his strength and beat him to death?

Thinking of this, Fuxi's hands couldn't help trembling slightly, he would never forget that sour feeling for a thousand years!

"Squeak!" The door was pushed open.

Hongjun walked in holding Shi Miao, stared at Fuxi and Nuwa for a while, found a seat and sat down.

"A saint?" Hongjun said while watching Fuxi.

"Yes." Fu Xi and Ai Qiqi replied, after a thousand years, Dad's eyes became more powerful, and his saintly power couldn't resist it.

"A sage with nothing but appearance." Hongjun shouted lightly, "That's the way his cultivation is! Vulnerable!"

Fuxi was sweating on his forehead, he seemed to be despised again.

"Why are you unconvinced?" Hongjun smiled, twisted his neck, eager to try, "Why don't you do two tricks with me, and I'll let you have one hand."

Fuxi is bitter, their Taoism and supernatural powers are accomplished in one go, and it is not a human struggle. It is the same whether you give up your hand or not. If you lack a hand, your Taoism will not diminish!

"Father taught me that it was Fuxi who was slack." Fuxi quickly admitted his mistake.

"Boring..." Hongjun said disappointedly, Fuxi admitted his love too quickly, and there was no pleasure in the abuse.

Looking at Nuwa and Fuxi in front of him, Hongjun thought of the relationship between the Dao of Heaven and Shi Miao, and was very upset, and his heart was in a panic!Can't help but play with Fuxi.

"Why don't you fight with Nuwa, and if you win what the two of you want, I will win. If you lose, you can't even win a wife, Nuwa, we don't need to marry Fuxi. You You can still think about it for the three senior brothers..." Hong Jun said while sipping tea.

The cub I raised by myself was too big for the cub Pangu raised.Sanqing... Sanqing can't marry either...

Hongjun Daozu never admitted that he was not good at raising cubs, but that the person who provided that ray of spiritual energy at that time was too poorly qualified.If he...

Fuxi's handsome face was stretched out like a shoehorn, and there were countless muddy horses galloping inside.If he knew that Hongjun compared him to Pangu, his knee would definitely be shattered.

Who are you?

There is someone who demolished his son!You want your son to die alone, is there a father like you?

Fuxi looked at Shi Miao with his little eyes begging for help, "My mother, hurry up and hold this ruthless man!"

"Taozu is right, he is really too weak." Shi Miao agreed with Hongjun's words very much. As her and Hongjun's child, Fuxi was indeed a little weaker.

If compared with Pan Gu, even his breath is not as good.Pangu transformed the Sanqing with one breath, and Fuxi should not be able to defeat the Sanqing at present.

Fuxi: Mother's words are just like father's, full of disgust!He is a saint now, mother, you are a great Luo Jinxian——, when did mother become a great Luo Jinxian? !

You - can your cultivation base be changed at will?

"Nuwa, you fight with Fuxi, don't show mercy, I will watch him die." Hongjun got up and walked out the door.

Nuwa and Fuxi hurriedly followed.

on the dojo.

There are gusts of autumn wind.

Fuxi was bombarded on the ground by Nuwa for the hundredth time, shaking up broken stones and flying dust.

"Nuwa, didn't you eat today? You don't have any energy at all." Hongjun scolded from the side.

"Hit me hard!"

"Too useless!"

……

For the [-]th time, Fuxi was swollen like a pig, his face was completely changed, and he couldn't see any human appearance at all, so Hongjun asked Nuwa to stop.

"See, you can't beat Nuwa now, and in the future when husband and wife fight each other, you will only be beaten." Hongjun squatted down and concluded his statement, "Son, don't blame daddy for being cruel, daddy also let you try first The power of domestic violence."

Nuwa, who had just stopped, almost fell down.

Master, it was you who asked me to beat Fuxi to death, otherwise you would have beaten him to death!When she beat Fuxi, she was able to control the situation. If Hongjun played in person, Nuwa was afraid that Hongjun would beat him to death and reincarnate in reincarnation.

"Recently, you will stay in Zixiao Palace and learn from me," Hongjun said.

Fuxi was carried down by Xiao Daotong to wash the wound.

"You should go back first too." Hongjun sent Nuwa away, "Cultivation is the main thing, don't think about love and love all day long."

Master, if you have the ability, put down the eggs in your arms first!

Nuwa dared not speak out, waved her hand and left.

In Zixiao Palace, Fuxi's tragic cry can be heard every day, resounding through 33 heavens.

"You are too weak, how can you marry a wife?"

"When you win Sanqing, I promise to marry Nuwa to you."

……

Hongjun uses the catalyst of love every day to urge Fuxi to move forward bravely.

"Ancestor Dao, I want to go to Huangquan Hell." Shi Miao said while leaning on Hongjun's arms.

"Why do you want to go? But there is something wrong with your cultivation?" Hongjun said worriedly. After absorbing his spiritual consciousness, Xiao Fenghuang's narcolepsy improved and he is now like a normal person.

"Pangu's fragmented spiritual consciousness has been cultivated for too long, and it seems to be about to give birth to self-consciousness. Although it is only an embryo, it was not 100% perfect when I fused it. It still remains in my mind, as if sleeping, always It's a hidden danger," Shi Miao said.

"Hell Yellow Spring has the effect of purifying the soul, I want to try it."

"This embryo is extremely dependent on Pangu and the sky. Over time, it will affect her judgment."

"Okay." Hongjun agreed.

"Father, mother, I also want to go to the underworld." Fuxi said quickly.

"You are not good at learning, you should stay in Zixiao Palace and study hard."

Fu Xi's face instantly pulled his hips.

"Idiot, you can come to Zixiao Palace to compete with you." Shi Miao pointed out that his son is too stupid.

……

Underworld.

Evil ghosts and innocent souls, screams of mourning, utterly tragic.

The cold air in the listener's body flooded, and the terrifying breath lingered all over his body, which would not dissipate for a long time.

A monk is heading towards the underworld step by step, the road is unimpeded, he holds a staff, twists Buddhist beads, and the supreme scriptures come out of his mouth.

The monk looked at the evil spirit in hell with pity, roaring after death, with an ugly face, containing countless resentments and hostility.

The monk walked all the way to the underworld, and finally stopped at the intersection of the sea of ​​blood and hell. He sat down slowly and folded his hands.

"Amitabha, I am Ksitigarbha. Under the guidance of my Buddha, I came here to transform the evil spirits of hell. Break free from shackles and shackles, and let go of the world."

"Hell is not empty, I swear I will not become a Buddha!" ​​Ksitigarbha shouted loudly, surrounded by white mist, and the Buddha's light was shining behind him.

The colorful Buddha light shines on the evil spirits in the world, as if time stops, and the roaring and screaming of the evil spirits are over.

The Ksitigarbha's vitality is surging, urging the mantra of rebirth, and every scripture is sonorous and powerful, and the sound penetrates the nine secluded worlds, resounding throughout the underworld.

The hell Buddha's light shines everywhere, the blood sea hell, instantly becomes a piece of golden brilliance, and the hostility of the evil ghost gradually dissipates.They turn around and enter the six realms of reincarnation to accept new life.

The multicolored golden light above Dizang's head turned into colorful light of merit and entered into Dizang's body.

Ksitigarbha closed his eyes and continued to chant sutras.

Jieyin and Zhunti are saints after all, so it's fine to roll around like a baby in front of the master, and naturally they won't condescend to go to the Xuehai Gate to block the Styx River.

The two chose Dizang to chant scriptures at the gate of Xuehai, and recited the mantra of rebirth for Styx more often.

Styx under the Sea of ​​Blood was extremely irritable. Originally, there was a demon nagging in his ear every day, and now there was an extra bald donkey chanting scriptures at the door of his house.

"Get lost!" Styx scolded angrily, his voice resounding from the bottom of the sea of ​​blood to the edge of Huangquan.

Ksitigarbha remained unmoved, chanting scriptures.

Ksitigarbha was stubborn, and Styx was angry, but he couldn't really do it. Those two stood behind Ksitigarbha, and he didn't want to confront the two Westerners at the moment.

It is better to offend Sanqing than to offend the two villains Yingyin and Zhunti.

"Rahu, why don't you go and debate the scriptures with Ksitigarbha? If you keep staring at me alone, the effect may be limited. You see that Ksitigarbha is the favorite disciple of the Western sage, and the next candidate for the World Honored One. If you develop him into a demon clan, the entire Western religion Will it fall into your hands soon?" Ming He said helplessly.

He really wanted the two flies to argue.