Flooded Star Road

"This person is here at this time, but it is the first person to come to the West after I waited for my sanctification, so I should have a destiny with my Western religion!"

The leading Taoist also smiled.

"Brother, wait for me to come and bring this person over, spread my Western magic and strengthen my lintel!"

He slapped the inspector at the leading Taoist, and the prospective Taoist flickered, disappeared from Mount Xumi, and went outside to look for Feng Zichen.

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After recognizing that it was Mount Xumi ahead, Feng Zichen did not dare to stay for a long time for fear of offending the second sage of the West. He pressed the head of the cloud and walked quickly to the other side.

However, after only a few days, he saw the golden light suddenly appeared in front of him, covering thousands of miles, and the sound of Sanskrit meditation sounded in the void, which made his ears full of bliss.

"not good!"

What I saw before my eyes was so similar to the vision of the two sages in the West when they became enlightened.

In this way, Feng Zichen still didn't understand what happened, he was targeted by the Second Sage of the West. Thinking of the prestige of the quasi-speaking Taoist, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Friends, please stay here!"

From a distance, I saw a person walking out of the void and shouting at him.

The comer is wearing a Taoist robe, holding a bun with both arms, a yellow face and a thin body, two flowers on the bun, and a branch in his hand. The Taoist rhyme surrounds his body, like a sea like a deep sea, not to be contemplated!

It is one of the two leaders of the Western religion-the quasi-teacher! As He appeared, there were bursts of voices between the heavens and the earth, deafening, and it was precisely:

"Wearing a Taoist suit and holding a tree branch in his hand, I often perform the Dao by the Bade Pond, and talk about the Three Vehicles under the Qibaolin; there are often relics hanging on the top, and no scriptures can be written in the hall."

"Floating as a true Taoist, beautiful and wonderful; cultivated to live in the West, cultivate eternal life and get rid of the dust."

"Bodhi adult body is infinite and wonderful, and the Western leader Daxian comes."

He waved the Seven Treasure Tree in his hand, and the Taoist Zhun said suddenly, he came to Feng Zichen and said to him with a smile:

"Where are Taoists?"

"I don't know what to do if I come to the West?"

Although he was panicked in his heart, Feng Zichen was not the first time he saw a saint, he was also a person who had seen the world, so he forcibly settled down and respectfully replied to the quasi-teacher:

"The disciple of the Wa Palace-Zi Chen, I have seen a saint!"

This is the most appropriate identity that Feng Zichen can think of. Perhaps by virtue of Nuwa's name, it can bluff the quasi-speaker and make him extinguish other thoughts.

"Oh!

"It turns out to be a disciple of the Taoist Fellow Nuwa, no wonder it's so extraordinary."

Nodded, the quasi-said Daoist was thoughtful, but a disciple, not a disciple. If you want to come to Nuwa Daoist, you should not remember him.

I first flew him to the West, and later I was looking for an opportunity to personally visit the Taoist Nvwa to apologize for his sins, so as to save his face, it shouldn't be too much trouble.

Thinking about this, the Daoist Zhunti made a decision in his heart, his face suddenly sank, and he sternly shouted towards Feng Zichen:

"According to this calculation, you should be a descendant of the Profound Sect, so why do you always walk to the front of Mount Xumi, but don't come to visit the poor Dao and others."

"Could it be that you look down on my brothers and sisters!"

"Or,"

"This is the etiquette taught to you by the Taoist Nuwa?"

Seeing Taoist Zhunti's face suddenly sank, Feng Zichen knew it was not good.

Sure enough, after listening to what he said, he couldn't help but cry secretly. He never expected that he would use this to pinch himself, and for a while, somehow he said.

He really picked up a rock and hit him in the foot!

"The saint laughed. Zi Chen respects the two western saints, but he admires him so much. How can he give birth to a heart of contempt."

"It was Zichen's low cultivation base, lest he smeared the eyes of the saint, so he didn't go to Mount Xumi to meet the two saints."

"That's why I forgot the Xuanmen etiquette and offended the saint. This is Zi Chen's fault, and I hope the saint's forgiveness!"

After a long time, Feng Zichen bowed slightly and apologized.

Under the name of a disciple of the Xuanmen, passing by the dojo of the saint of the Xuanmen, but did not go to see him, no matter how he was considered impolite, he could not tolerate half-sophistry, it was better to admit his mistakes.

"I see!"

"This is the little friend who has been worrying too much!"

"We have opened the door to convenience in the West, and all living beings can enter.

"Under the saint, all beings are equal without any prejudice."

"Little friends, don't worry!"

Nodded, Zhun mentioned the Taoist's face and put on a smile again, and said softly to Feng Zichen, by the way, he promoted the concept of Western teaching.

"The saint's ambition is indeed lofty, far from Zichen's comparable, it is admirable!"

Feng Zichen really admires what the quasi-professional Taoist said.

In this era of innate gods and demons, above all else. Western teachings can say that all beings are equal, and such rebellious remarks show their courage.

At the very least, Feng Zichen dare not say anything.

Of course, this may also have something to do with the vastness of the West and the lack of innate gods and demons. If these words are put in the east, the lead will be beaten to death early, there will be no chance of sanctification.

Just now, with the strength of the Sanqing, I dare not say that all beings are equal, so that the innate creatures can be on the same level as the innate gods and demons.

Are they really vegetarian? Can't deal with the saint, is it possible, can't deal with his disciples?

There are ways to make his disciples die violently, scaring the predecessors from daring to apprentice their teachers.

"Since the little friend has admiration for me in the West, he should go to Mount Xumi along the poor road to tell me about my Western magic!"

The more I look at Feng Zichen, the more likely the Taoist person will like it, and he can't help but invite him.

This person is just an acquired creature, but he can cultivate into an innate Taoist body that is not inferior to the innate gods and demons. His aptitude is unparalleled, and he is by no means a simple character.

If you enter the Western teaching, even if you can't do it, you can add a master to the Western teaching, no matter how it is.

"Sage wait a minute!"

"Today, I am ordered by Empress Nuwa to go to the western poles. If you have important things to visit, you must not delay."

"So, I still look forward to Saint Haihan!"

"When I return from the West Pole, I will give the Nuwa Empress, and after obtaining his permission, I will bring enough gifts to visit the two saints!"

This Mount Xumi~www.wuxiamtl.com~ How can Feng Zichen dare to enter? How can he know that it is easy to get in by himself, but it is difficult to get out.

Therefore, he hurriedly pulled the tiger skin to make a coat, and said the names of Nüwa and Baihu, in order to make Zhun Taoist scrupulous and let him go.

Moreover, this western method is obviously inferior to the eastern method. You know, the Eastern Methodology is known as the Xuanmen Avenue, but the Western Methodology is called the Western Magical Method.

The former is praised, the latter is Dharma, and which one is higher and lower is obvious at a glance.

Feng Zichen is not a fool, so how could he be evil to Xuanmen, abandon the Supreme Avenue, and join the Western religion.

"Hugh's nonsense!"

"You junior, really slippery!"

"Since ancient times, the white tiger sacred beast has not escaped from the world and lived in seclusion in the western pole. How can it be related to the Taoist Nuwa who is outside the sky?"

Obviously, for Feng Zichen's words, the quasi-said Taoist did not believe a word.