[Honghuang] The days before sanctification

"Uncle, I didn't like the soul boy." Qiao Ling'er was taken away, and Nezha was with him all the time, but he didn't expect him to walk out of Wuzhuang Temple and be taken away by the Demon Ancestor when he didn't notice for a while.

Her red lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were dim, she said softly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with you." Wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with gold patterns and wearing a jade crown, Haotian came out of Wuzhuang Temple, with complex and unpredictable eyes, and said, "She let him go."

With downcast eyes, Qingyun remained silent, her face was blurred by her flying long hair.

Nezha was a little strange, but when he wanted to ask, he saw Zhen Yuanzi shaking his head at him, and he swallowed all the words.

The atmosphere was depressingly silent, and the tails of his slightly raised eyes were shining. Kong Xuan suddenly said, "The time is coming."

"When all the immortals wake up, you go to Tianting Lingshan, and Wukong and I go to Buzhou Mountain."

Eighteen Buddhist relics, Yu Qingyun does not have much effect but is the traction of many treasures returning to the throne, without them...

The sky is gloomy, just like the scene when the emperor went through a catastrophe. Unpredictable power is hidden at the end. I don't know whether the future will be shattered or return to the peace of the past.

"Emperor." It's also in red, but it's less flamboyant and more gentle than Kong Xuan.

Withdrawing his eyes, Qing Yun looked at the young man who looked different from before. Although the young man was calm, he still had the blood that his age should have. But when he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life that saw everything through An Ran.

"Red Cloud?"

"Although I haven't recovered all my memories, I am indeed Hongyun." Hongyun said with a faint smile, "I have been hiding in the book from the ground to cultivate my soul before."

Provoking a shallow arc, Qing Yun said, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist."

"The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and people escape one of them." Hong Yun's face was neither sad nor happy, his eyes were full of peace, and a touch of gentleness was unconsciously wrapped in it, "Dijun."

The curvature of the corner of the mouth slipped slightly, and the color of the eyes became complicated for a moment, Qing Yun said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, what I want will come true after this calamity is over."

"Then I'm here to congratulate the emperor for his wishes to come true."

"Thank you."

The gods and Buddhas in Wuzhuang Temple wake up separately, but the Yuanshen has not returned to its original position and cannot move around at will. Fortunately, Wuzhuang Temple to Longevity Mountain are shrouded in the enchantment of earth veins, and they each found a place of peace. Restoring the primordial spirit and restoring the cultivation base.

Nezha and Ao Lie didn't stay in Wuzhuang Temple for long, they received messages from Yaochi and Monkey King to go to Xihai to help.

Originally, Ao Lie was unwilling to go, the Dragon King of the West Sea was a king and his father was selfish, so he was very unwilling to help such fathers, and his only younger sister, Ao Cunxin, was dead now, and he was even more unwilling to go to the West Sea. Said that the brother who learned the scriptures was in the West Sea, and Sun Wukong was in an emergency, so he suppressed his reluctance and went to the West Sea with Nezha.

Qingyun did not leave Wuzhuang temple, and sat under the ginseng fruit tree every day. Haotian would occasionally come to accompany him, passing through the dense foliage of ginseng fruit trees, the gray sky of the prehistoric sky could already be seen clearly by ordinary people.

"It reminds me of the catastrophe of the emperor." Qing Yun looked up at the prehistoric sky, the deep color and the human race's eyes were just a layer of gray, as if it was about to rain.

"Your family relationship with the human race should be repaid after the catastrophe."

"The parents of the Liu family treated me very well." Qing Yun's brows softened, and he said, "But I am not Liu Qianyun after all, and when the calamity is over, I will separate out a trace of soul, which can be regarded as fulfilling their wishes."

"Qiao Ling'er is the Buddha Lord. I can't hide it. It's better to serve them all my life and return to Penglai after a hundred years."

Haotian didn't speak, and the two worshiped emperors sat under the ginseng fruit tree in a daze.

"Little sister."

"Senior Sister Cihang."

The Venerable Avalokitesvara in white stood there, and the mottled light under the green shade dazzled her haggard face.

"The title of Senior Sister makes me feel particularly..." A trace of bitterness emerged from the corner of her mouth.

Qing Yun smiled lightly, "How are the two senior brothers?"

Concealing the trace of bitterness, Venerable Guanyin smiled lightly and said, "I am repairing the primordial spirit, I just hope to recover my whole body before the Lord Buddha returns."

"Of course." Qing Yun's eyes were soft, watching the whole person walk out of the indifference once, and contain everything like water, but the eyebrows were flying fiercely, her smile did not have a hint of sarcasm, and she smiled gently. Huan is like water washing from the sand surface, erasing all traces.

"Bearing the name of a traitor, I am ashamed of the understanding of the righteousness of the senior sister and the three senior brothers."

His eyes moved slightly, and finally the bitterness could no longer be hidden, and he said, "The place I love the most is Kunlun, and the person I miss the most is my former senior brother, but,"

Even if the doom is understood, they will not be able to go back.

How sad.

"The sage does not come out of chaos, the sect does not destroy its foundation and is not destroyed, so it is at ease." Qing Yun said, "Senior sister, you don't need to worry about yourself."

The sky and the earth are long, and the alternation of night and day is something that the gods and Buddhas in the Longevity Mountain have little idea of. They quietly restore their souls and restore their cultivation, waiting for the best time.

The face immersed in the darkness, like an ancient star waking up from a deep sleep, seeing the sudden appearance of a halo, she said, "How is he?"

"It's just trapped on the top of Buzhou Mountain, it's not a big problem." A little light gradually pulled up and down in a straight line, and a man in a black Taoist robe appeared, and he said, "Without eighteen relics, even the Demon Ancestor can't do anything about it." .”

"Yao Chi and Wu Kong should have found almost all of them." Qing Yun's brows were light, but the corners of his mouth pulled a little, and he said, "But this No. 18 relic, I'm afraid it will make things difficult for them."

"Is it possible that this No.18 relic has a special origin?"

Smiling lightly, the ginseng fruit hanging on the branches also smiled, as if there were clear and joyful laughter filling the yard, gradually spreading from Wuzhuang Temple to the entire Longevity Hill.

"They're back." With a hint of a smile in his eyes, Qing Yun whispered, "It won't take long, and I should also go to Buzhou Mountain to meet the Demon Ancestor."

"However..." He lowered his brows and smiled softly, Dapeng glanced at the corner of his mouth and twitched slightly, "I should also take him to see a saint."

"I'll go back to Buzhou Mountain again." Say it, his figure turned into a stream of light and went away, and he disappeared in a short while.

Walking out of the ginseng fruit tree yard, Qing Yun looked at Sun Wukong who was talking to all the gods and Buddhas. He said that Sun Wukong was very popular as the Monkey King in the Heavenly Court, but because of something, there were Haotian and Xixi As for the transaction of teaching, all the immortal families who have made good friends with him have never gone to Wuzhishan to see him, but when he encounters difficulties on the way to learn the scriptures, some immortal families really help him sincerely.

"Wukong." The woman in blue and plain skirt stood there, and the wind blew gently.

Together, Yaochi and Haotian had endless words to say, but all of them turned into that look, which contained all the affection. Suddenly they heard Qingyun calling Sun Wukong, and couldn't help but look away.

"Emperor." Even Sun Wukong, who is so careless, now sees that Qingyun always has a sense of embarrassment when he sees an elder in the human race. He didn't feel this way before. In front of the Lord Buddha, he made random mistakes like that, but now it is becoming more and more obvious.

"Follow me."

Whether it is Haotian Yaochi or other immortal Buddhas, such as Cihang Manjushri Puxian and other venerables, they don't know where Qingyun is going to take Sun Wukong. leave.

The book from the ground opens and closes from time to time, and Zhen Yuanzi asked Kong Xuan to help him explore from the long river of time, but unfortunately the way of heaven is chaotic, and it is difficult for the two of them to find out anything from the long river of time that existed in ancient times with their quasi-sage cultivation bases .

Opening the eyes, the pupils of the eyes were filled with fiery red for a moment, but it disappeared quickly, "The power of a saint is hard to match."

"Eighteen relics are a necessary condition for the Lord Buddha's return, but now..." Zhen Yuanzi sighed slightly, looking through all the barriers to the southernmost point, and said, "Buzhou Mountain."

To the south of the South China Sea is Buzhou Mountain, which is majestic and majestic, which can vaguely show the perseverance that stood upright at the beginning.

The strong wind on the top of Buzhou Mountain was like a pair of sharp blades, cutting on the skin with one knife and one knife, leaving a series of scars.

The young man sat cross-legged on the golden lotus, a faint light enveloped him, no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

The eyes are closed tightly, there is a slight melancholy between the brows, but the moment the eyes are opened, there is compassion for the common people.

On the peak of Buzhou Mountain, there is no change of day and night, and the barren changes that can never be seen are endless, washing the complicated heart stained by the world of mortals one by one, and finally turning into a little glass color.

"It gave you a chance." The purple robe flew up, and there was no superfluous look in his long and narrow eyes. He looked down on the common people in the world, including the saints whose primordial spirits were sent to heaven in the chaos.

Those black eyes were bright, he seemed to see the past, see through the present and foresee the future, there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, ignoring the overwhelming coercion of the Demon Ancestor, he said, "There is no coincidence, only necessity."

"The birth of this seat is inevitable."

"It is inevitable that the 500 years of the reign of the world will not pass now."

Demon Ancestor's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of sternness flashed across his long and narrow eyes, and he said, "For you, he chose not to become a saint."

"Now, you are just fighting against me with the help of the power of killing and robbery. Even if the eighteen relics return and you restore the body of the Tathagata, this seat will only go to Lingshan for a few yuanhui."

"Hongjun conforms to the Dao with his body, and he cannot be biased when he lives in Zixiao Palace. The six saints' primordial spirits are stored in the Dao of Heaven, and they are attached to the Dao of Heaven. How can they be the enemy of the Dao Saint?"

"He chooses to become a saint of heaven, even if he is a murderer, he can only seal this seat again, and he cannot kill me."

Qiao Ling'er's expression remained unchanged, but a faint light flashed in those eyes.

"This is what the demon ancestor said." The pure black robe was covered with a plain black dress, and the cuffs of the skirt were embroidered with dark blue and mysterious Dao rhyme, but it didn't look like it was embroidered, as if it was alive, changing all the time, with long hair A dark-colored gemstone was attached to the disheveled forehead, making her eyes brighter and brighter.

"I'm not very happy to hear that."

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