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Look at each other and smile wryly.

The Taoist boy who followed them was still stunned, unable to figure out what could make boiling water spill in the hands of cultivators who had practiced Taoism for more than two hundred years, what could make the strings cut through their invulnerable skin, and what could make Kunlun, who had always been calm, go to the other party in a hurry, but they ran into each other halfway.

Normally, no matter what it is, it will never happen!

Could it be that there is turmoil in the world again?

An old, powerful voice interrupted their close speculation.

"Young sprouts, hurry up and prepare tea, we have something important to talk about under the Luo Rong tree."

"Yes, Uncle Shi."

Under the Luo Rong tree, which is not much different from the jujube tree.

The finest early spring green tea is bubbling with a faint heat and an alluring fragrance, but no one cares about it.

The three veterans all frowned, looking worried.

"Senior brother, junior brother, do you think so too?"

"Alas, there is no record of this turmoil in the numerology trajectory, but it is still so unstoppable, it is the first time in thousands of years!"

"Senior brother's words have been made very clear, I'm afraid I think so, it's not that you and I don't have enough Taoism to break the Heavenly Dao numerology, but that there is no such turmoil at all in the original trajectory, and I don't even know about the Heavenly Dao, how can you and I know? And I really can't think of anyone other than that immortal master who can completely transcend the Great Dao and have such an unstoppable power in the world? ”

"Yes...... But I have seen destruction in the Heavenly Dao, and I have seen an unstoppable calamity! ”

"I don't think so, there must be something hidden in this that we don't know."

"Senior brother is right, that immortal master is not a crazy demon, if he really destroys Shenzhou, what good will it do him?"

"What do you mean, junior brothers?"

"Old Dao thinks that what the immortal master destroyed is not actually Shenzhou, but the Dao of Heaven!"

"Shhh

The eldest man gasped and was speechless in shock.

Not only him, but the other two Lao Dao who were the first to see it were also very shocked, and their muddy old eyes were like copper bells.

They have comprehended the numerology of the Heavenly Dao for hundreds of years, and they can understand the meaning of the other party after only half of each sentence, and naturally know that this so-called "destroying the Heavenly Dao" is not destroying the Heavenly Dao in the real sense. The Heavenly Dao is ethereal and unpredictable, whether it exists or not is still controversial, no one can touch it, it has no substance, and it is impossible to be destroyed. The "destruction of the Heavenly Dao" here refers to changing the course of the world with something beyond the Heavenly Dao, and it does not destroy the Heavenly Dao and the world, but what is destroyed is the control of the Heavenly Dao over the world, and for the Heavenly Dao, this is not much different from destroying the world.

Maybe an Anyang didn't change much to the world at the beginning, and it was easy to make corrections, but so many troops, high-ranking officials, sudden war, the ensuing modernization reform, the education and promotion of science and technology and Taoism, and the implantation of scientific and technological items are all not within the jurisdiction of this Heavenly Dao, and it may not be able to correct it for a while. And this kind of change is not just once or twice, the people who do not belong to this world led by An Yang will continue to change this world, so that the ethereal Heavenly Dao is tired to deal with, and completely lose the ability to plan the trajectory of the world.

In this way, the Heavenly Dao will no longer be able to control the Divine Process for at least a long time, which is equivalent to being directly abolished.

Several people looked at each other for a long time before turning into a long sigh.

"This is just our speculation, and it is not necessarily, senior brother, let's work together to make a calculation."

"Well, that's fine."

……

This is probably the case with the distant Ethereal Peak.

However, the Ethereal Peak's attainments in the numerology of the Heavenly Dao are far greater than that of Kunlun Mountain, they can break more, and their intuition is sharper, they can't see the origin of the turmoil, but they see that they are located in Zangxiu and Shu Mountain, which is the closest cultivation holy place to them, and the two are only thousands of miles apart, and the light cavalry troops in the mortal world can reach it in ten days at most......

As a result, they directly gave up the plan to deduce.

Sure enough, before evening, a formation consisting mainly of sharp-bladed mechas, supplemented by heavy hammer mechas, and mixed with two trial mechas, was already under the Ethereal Peak.

Just as the disciples were waiting in shock, Elder Taishang's side issued the supreme order.

Give up resistance!

In less than half a pillar of incense, this heavenly soldier army full of science fiction and power stepped on the main hall of the Ethereal Peak, and presented more than ten badges to control the upper echelons of the Ethereal Peak.

This victory is probably the easiest to come.

Ethereal Peak also relied on the last glimpse of the Heavenly Dao numerology, becoming the only cultivation holy place that the Heavenly Soldiers recovered without firing, and was able to preserve all its power.

……

Dian Prefecture Mansion, one of the 26 state capitals of the Dayi Dynasty, is located in the central part of the country, has always been prosperous, and people come and go on the streets.

Recently, it is close to the Dayi Dynasty a festival called "Shang Jie", which leads to the fact that the capital city of Dianzhou is still overcrowded at noon, people are rubbing shoulders one after another, as if rushing to the market early in the morning, after two days, there is the largest temple fair of the year presided over by Nanzuo Temple, and there is a lantern show every night, it is an endless stream of passers-by.

The young man hoped to meet a peerless beauty at the temple fair, as written in the romantic tatale, while the scholar in Tsing Yi looked forward to being able to compose poems at the lantern festival and become famous, and jumped into the eyes of dignitaries and ladies. Young women also hope to meet a handsome son at the temple fair, or to find a merry scholar to spend a good time with, after all, this is a rare season for them to have fun, either to relax themselves and play around, or to find a wishful husband for themselves, otherwise "discussion" will be meaningless to them.

There are also monks who take to the streets, taking advantage of the large number of people to beg for money, or to deceive the world by saying some incomprehensible Buddhist teachings, hoping to add more money to their temples.

The streets were filled with the aroma of meat buns, and of course the smell of sweat on people's bodies, and the shops selling Yangchun noodles or tea on the street were overcrowded, no matter who seemed to be happy at this time, even if they were hungry and thin, and the best clothes on their bodies were patched, they were all full of smiles, even the beggar did not pretend to be pitiful, and stretched out the broken bowl in his hand with a smile.

A monk in a yellow robe sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a circle of people, most of them bored to the point of being overwhelmed, listening to him say something interesting in the crowd.

"The Buddha is not far away in the spiritual mountain, and the spiritual mountain is only in your heart. Everyone has a Lingshan Tower, so that they can repair to the Lingshan Tower. ”

"What do you say you don't understand, you monk, you haven't answered my words, where is the Buddha?"

"The Buddha is only in our hearts, and Master once taught the little monk that the Buddha is not a kaleidoscopic and responsive god, nor is he an omnipresent and omnipotent savior. The Buddha was an enlightened person of wisdom and virtue, a teacher who taught how to get rid of defilements, and whenever we cleanse our minds, we can follow his shining pure golden light. ”

"Ahh

"Amitabha, the little monk has only seen the Buddha when he is pious, but he has never seen the immortals, and the little monk does not believe in the immortals, even so, in the heart of the little monk, there are no immortals in the world!"

After the yellow-clothed monk finished speaking, he found that everyone did not listen to his words, and he didn't care much, he wanted to transform the world here, but this is also related to fate, it is their creation to listen to it, and it is not ashamed to listen to what he has done. It is true that many of the things he said are not as attractive as the street juggling, and when ordinary people look away, they all think that person has nothing to do with the Buddha.

But he soon found that these people were not attracted by juggling, but stared blankly at the sky and let out bursts of exclamations.

It was as if a whistling sound came into my ears.

The yellow-clothed monk immediately raised his head, but saw a series of figures reflecting light flying in the air at great speed, some were as small as reptiles, and some were as big as the faces of old men on the street, but they were all human figures, soaring into the sky in the way of facing the ground, as if overlooking the earth, leaving white marks on the blue sky.

This—this is ......

The yellow-clothed monk was still hesitating, and the people on the ground were already panicking, and some fell to the ground.

"Immortals, immortals, immortals have appeared and discussed!"

"Heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals, these people must be heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals!"

However, these figures did not pay attention to them, and crossed by themselves, most of them lined up in a neat formation, and did not stop, some of them flew low and caused a scream that punctured the eardrums, but it was regarded as a thunder that showed the identity of the gods, and at the same time made the civilians cover their ears and knelt on the ground more reverently, some longed for peace, and some repented of their sins.

Even the yellow-clothed monk folded his hands and closed his eyes.

This is the reflection of the Buddha in the world, the Buddha's manifestation of the good deeds of the world, the Buddha's door to promote himself, and the key to purifying miscellaneous desires.

He said to himself in his heart.

However, until a rumbling thunder, the formation of transport planes that had not been completely equipped with "silent flight technology" whistled past, like a huge silver falcon in the eyes of everyone, and they wanted to rummage through the legends to find out the record of this sacred bird, but they were limited to too narrow their knowledge and had to give up.

But in the eyes of the yellow-clothed monks, this is the symbol of the Buddha, the cause and effect of the Buddha's good deeds of cutting flesh, and the monks of the Rolling Leiyin Temple chanting and chanting.

The formation of transport planes roared past, but hundreds of figures like raindrops were cast, the armor reflected the light under the sun, and the high-speed falling bodies made them slide like a ray of light, and only turned on the thrusters used as auxiliary power and emergency control when they were close to the ground. I saw a flash of white dazzling light, and in less than a second, it neutralized the huge impact of the fall for them, and then the heavy metal body fell to the ground from a height of ten meters, smashing on the ground and trembling, and some even stepped on the old bluestone slabs that could not withstand the wind and rain.

Bang!

Bang!

……

One after another, the figures reflecting the light fell, landing on the street where people came and went, like a celestial soldier in metal armor, his whole body was tightly covered, indifferent and speechless, and he immediately pulled out his hand-held weapon from behind, turned on the energy switch and electronic insurance, and began to patrol around and scan for threats.

All that can be seen is a group of panicked civilians.

(The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and can eat beautiful mooncakes.) If a reader is happy and rewards a mooncake money, the golden will not beg on the street with a bowl. By the way, I would like to wish Teacher Qingqing a happy birthday and happy-birthday! ）

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