The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

buy or sell?

When these two words came out of Xuandu's mouth, Yang Jian himself refused.

What a joke, this mighty man sitting paralyzed in front of him is one of the strongest under the Daoist sages, so strong that he is about to create a path of cultivation by himself, what kind of Taoism is that?

Let this kind of power be afraid, and you have to discuss things with yourself...

Yang Jian resolutely rebuffed: "Master is joking, but whenever there is something, the master will do as he pleases. If my nephew can do it, I dare not refuse."

Yang Jian decided to retreat to advance, with a warm smile on the surface, but in fact the defense was impeccable.

Xuandu looked like he knew this before, and he laughed twice, "You need to be willing to do this, but I can't force you to do it. Yang Jian, nephew, you really don't want to have all thirty-six Dinghai God beads? This may be a set of innate treasures that have not been lost to the hands of saints! If you get this bodyguard, and your own ability is so tyrannical, tsk tsk, the five lakes follow your heart, and you can roam freely in chaos!"

"this……"

This word, this word seems to have been heard somewhere...

Yang Jian pretended to be excited on the surface, but actually sneered in his heart.

Even what he said was similar to what his master had said. It was very possible that Xuandu and his master were working together to trick him.

It can't be said to cheat him, if there is really a shadow of the master in it, it must be a good thing for his sake.

Yang Jian said: "What exactly is the business uncle mentioned?"

Xuan Du suddenly smiled happily.

"If you want to find the Sea God Bead, you must have asked your master about the Sea God Bead's heel before, and learned that there is a Xuandu City in the chaos, right?"

Yang Jian nodded honestly, "Master has mentioned it a few times, but I don't know much about it."

"It's good that you know, it saves me a little bit of trouble." Xuandu seemed a little tired, lay down on his side, and stretched himself, as if he was going to fall asleep here soon.

Then I heard Xuandu say: "Then you should also know, that's why my Taoist name of Xuandu came from, and I'm still the one who guards Xuandu city. To be honest, although there are myriad secrets in Xuandu city, I, your uncle, now know a lot about it. The Dinghaishenzhu really has some clues."

"Really?" Yang Jian's eyes lit up, and he suddenly had the feeling of "there is no place to find if you have broken through the iron shoes, and it will take no effort to get it".

Xuandu smiled slightly, "But we are neither relatives nor relatives, we belong to two religions, why should I give you such precious clues?"

A pot of cold water was poured on the head, and the little flame in Yang Jian's heart was extinguished immediately.

Yang Jian took a sip of the wine, gritted his teeth, looked at Xuandu, and said, "What does my uncle want me to do? Although I can't agree directly, it's better for my uncle to tell me. If I can do it, I will do my best."

Xuan Du smiled brighter.

Yang Jian always felt like stepping into a well-arranged trap step by step, but the bait in the trap was something he couldn't resist.

"This deal is very cost-effective for you. I will help you get the remaining twelve Dinghaishenzhu. After you contain the whole set of Dinghaishenzhu in your body and completely refine it, your strength will definitely rise to a higher level. At that time, you only need to guard the Xuandu City for me for ten thousand years, and this deal will be considered a success."

Guard Xuandu City? Ten thousand years?

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, never expecting that Xuandu would propose such a condition.

Xuandu strikes while the iron is hot, and is persuasive:

"Xuandu City is a good place. Even if there are countless ruins in the chaos, Xuandu City is also the most famous treasure house. Many magic weapons have been unearthed here. Chi Jingzi's Yin-Yang Mirror was obtained in Xuandu City, but the Yin-Yang Mirror itself was damaged when it was born, and its power is not 10% what it should be."

"However, there is nothing serious about Xuandu's Yuanhui coming. Many places that are not allowed to be visited by outsiders have been banned by the sage, and those foreign races have not come to the Yuanhui. It is estimated that they are all extinct."

"All you need is to take a futon and hold a few ancient books that have been handed down before the birth of the Great Desolation—there are many such things in Xuandu City, and then sit there with your head down and study. Maybe when you come back to your senses, ten thousand years, hehe! It's just passed!"

"Uncle...uncle!"

Yang Jian hurriedly stopped the master of Xuandu, who was talking endlessly. The latter raised his eyebrows at Yang Jian, and his posture lying there was somewhat... little enchanting.

"How? Answer or not?"

"This, Master, please allow me to think about it for a while," Yang Jian sighed, "This matter is under the care of Master, I shouldn't have refused, but there are still mothers, sisters and wives in the family, and I have some concerns in my heart."

"This is easy to handle. I see that you have practiced the Sansheng Biluo Jue, so I won't teach you the great law of mind and spirit transformation." Xuandu waved his hand, "You left a concentric avatar in the wilderness, and the real body went to protect Xuandu City. Look at me, this body is my good corpse. It's just that I erased the good corpse's own thoughts and concentric thoughts with my body."

Yang Jian was taken aback for a moment, somewhat frustrated in his heart.

The uncle in front of him is just a good corpse?

A good corpse cut out of itself has the strength to firmly surpass Yang Jian and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit?

In Yang Jian's heart, he already admired Xuandu very much, but now he has to look up to Xuandu a little more...

No wonder Master Xuandu dared to keep talking about creating a new path of practice. Human mana and supernatural powers are here, and it is by no means impossible to create a new path.

Afterwards, Yang Jian remembered another matter, which was about the position of saint.

The master said that there can only be nine saints at most in this prehistoric world, and the six saints plus Daozu occupy seven positions. Of the remaining two positions, the eighth saint seems to have been decided.

The eighth saint is probably the mysterious Daozi Tianyan who is as mysterious as a hair—in ancient times, Daoist Yuding saw Daozi Tianyan come from the sky with a chaotic clock, and wound Zulong and Shifeng with the power of a saint.

The Ninth Saint is the Dao Fruit that Master and many powerful monks have been seeking.

For this reason, Master Yu Ding hit the Saint Realm dozens of times and almost died dozens of times, so he had to give up. Recently, he put his hope of becoming a Saint on Yang Jian.

And the Xuandu in front of him was undoubtedly the one Yang Jian had ever seen, the closest to the major cultivator who cut three corpses and achieved Hunyuan.

In the future, if I want to pursue the chance of becoming a saint, will I have to compete with such a person?

A big hand was dangling in front of his eyes, Yang Jian quickly regained his senses, and smiled awkwardly at Master Xuandu.

"You're not very old, you're thinking about something, and you're distracted," Xuandu joked with a smile, "How, do you agree to this deal? Ten thousand years, just ten thousand years, and the blink of an eye. You must have gained a lot in Xuandu City, and it's a perfect opportunity for you to settle yourself."

Precipitate yourself?

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat when he heard these four words.

And Xuandu said again: "Besides, apart from the treasures in Xuandu City, you can actually get more. You are the gatekeeper, Xuandu City has only one entrance and exit, but all powerful monks who want to enter Xuandu City to search for treasures must have door knockers more or less."

"Like heaven and earth spirit roots, panacea, mystical powers, congenital treasures..." Xuandu sighed softly, "To put it bluntly, my current family is comparable to a few relatively poor sages."

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Why did such a good thing happen to me?"

"Isn't it my uncle that I think you are pleasing to the eye?" Xuan Du raised an eyebrow at Yang Jian again, and Yang Jian was a little bit dumbfounded.

The rhythm that is about to be bent...

Yang Jian said solemnly: "If Master can't explain why he chose me to guard Xuandu City, I really dare not agree to this matter. Xuandu City is an important place of Taoism. If there is any mistake, the nephew will not be able to forgive the crime."

Xuan Du held his cheek and looked at Yang Jian for a while, then shrugged.

"Okay, then I'll tell you the root cause of this, so I know you won't be fooled. One, it's because you have outstanding fighting strength and a lot of mind."

"Xuandu City is not just for those who are allowed by Taoism to enter, there are also some guys who try to force their way in. These people often swarm up, which makes me burnt out. I have killed a lot and repelled a lot. Although the number of intruders has gradually decreased over the years, a person with sufficient ability is still needed to guard Xuandu."

"The second one is related to the iron plate on your body. I think you already know that the catastrophe of conferring gods is just an opportunity for the Daoist sect and the Heavenly Court to jointly prepare an army to deal with a bigger catastrophe at some point in the future."

Yang Jian almost blurted out: "Back to life?"

"You really know," Xuandu smiled happily, "I reckon that this catastrophe will not happen in nearly ten thousand years, but it will only be in ten thousand to twenty thousand years. You are the ninth person, and you are the only chance to become a saint. Naturally, I will give you this benefit for the sake of Hong Huang."

Yang Jian was silent for a moment. He wanted to nod his head and agree, but he didn't want the Great Master Xuandu to start a conversation and continue talking there...

Master Xuandu said:

"The original origin of Xuandu City, according to my guess, is not the Taiji Realm, but the earlier Taisu Realm. There are several forbidden places in the center of Xuandu City, and the formations of those forbidden places cannot be deciphered at this time, and they are by no means a product of the Taiji period."

"The age of Taiji is actually not much different from our prehistoric era, but the Dao is wider and more complete. However, there is a gap between the Taisu world and our prehistoric era. From Taisu to Taiji, there are even drastic changes in the corridors. This can be clearly felt in Xuandu City..."

The Congenital Wutai, Yuanshi Tianzun once told Yang Jian the secrets of the prehistoric world, but now he heard it from Xuandu's mouth, but it is more detailed and easier to understand.

Even for a few moments, Yang Jian felt that the person lying in front of him was not a powerful monk, but a prehistoric scholar who specialized in studying the history of the Innate Wutai.

This feeling was quite strange, and Yang Jian was intoxicated unconsciously, listening carefully to the teachings of Master Xuandu.

When Master Xuandu realized that he had talked too much and stopped talking with a smile, Yang Jian got up beside him and made a salute.

This is to thank Xuandu for speaking these secrets.

Then, Yang Jian said with a serious face: "Given by the elders, I dare not resign. My nephew boldly accepted this matter. It's just my uncle, I need to leave for Xuandu City after conferring the gods."

"It's natural that conferring the gods is more important," Xuandu said seriously, "You should consider the long-term view of conferring the gods, and try to select as many masters as possible to enter the list of gods. In this way, when the calamity of death and resurrection comes, the power of heaven can bless more masters, and our chances of winning will be greater."

Yang Jian had thought about this possibility before, and now he nodded his head when he heard Xuandu's words.

It's pretty much the same as he thought.

"Thank you uncle for waking up."

"Well, don't be too happy." Xuandu simply changed his posture and lay there with his arms under his pillow. "If you can't find the twelve beads, and your skills can't reach the threshold of the gatekeeper, this matter will be nothing but a fantasy."

Yang Jian nodded heavily, "Nephew understands."

"Okay, this deal is considered a success," Xuan Du waved his hand, "Go, go, go back to your business, Yin Hong is dead, so go and comfort Chi Jingzi. This little old man is too sincere."

Yang Jian got up to say goodbye, just as he walked out of this private room, Xuandu's voice chased after him.

"My nephew will leave more gold and silver for these mortals, and ask them to give them a ten-day banquet, one for the morning, one for the middle and one for the evening, and thirty dishes each time is enough! But there must be no duplicates!"

His foot slipped, and the majestic Zhenjun Erlang almost fell down the stairs in this mortal world...