The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Everyone knows the monks of the prehistoric era—the Dao ancestor, Hongjun, was originally a teacher of the Sanqing, and he gained the Tao from ancient times.

The Zixiao Palace preached three times, which is the way of extradition to the primordial spirit for the prehistoric beings; after being sanctified, he used his own way of heaven to make up for the insufficiency of the way of heaven, and has guarded the prehistoric world to this day.

When the dragon and the phoenix first robbed, the Taoist ancestor also appeared to prevent the dragon and the phoenix from fighting because he had not yet attained the Tao.

Later, there was another Lich War, Daozu appeared many times to stop, restrain the two clans, and save the prehistoric Wubuzhou.

Now, Sanqing is about to fight, and when the saint war is about to break out, Daozu arrives as scheduled.

Zixiao Palace is constantly changing its shape in the sky, and the sound of music playing echoes faintly between the sky and the earth. An extremely tall and seemingly ordinary Taoist figure, which makes people not look at it, appears between the sky and the earth.

He overlooked the world, with a touch of sadness and joy in his eyes;

He held a willow leaf in his hand, and that willow leaf lingered with endless vitality...

This is the demeanor of the Taoist ancestor, this is the existence above the so-called saint, and this is the will of heaven today.

Hongjun!

All the immortals bowed down, and the saint bowed his head.

But an abrupt voice suddenly sounded on the ground...

"Where's Tianhua? Where's Tianhua? Huang Tianhua!"

On the ground covered with fairy corpses, Yang Jian looked around in a daze, constantly searching for Huang Tianhua's figure.

If he hadn't suddenly seen the three words Huang Tianhua when he was reviewing the names of the Conferred Gods List in his mind, he really didn't know about it.

Behind Yang Jian, Nezha and Wei Hu bowed their heads.

Nezha's eyes turned red, and he said in a low voice, "Brother, Tianhua has already..."

"when?"

"Brother has a headache..."

"Brother, Daozu, Daozu is up there." Wei Hu reminded in a low voice, Yang Jian held the long spear stained with blood and dust, and remained silent.

High in the sky, Daozu sighed softly, his eyes full of unbearable.

It is said that the Dao of Heaven is ruthless, so it seems that Dao Ancestor is not completely in the Dao of Heaven.

"The Great Calamity of Conferring Gods is almost complete, there is no need for more casualties for Taoist disciples," Daozu said sadly, "Tongtian, your disposition is still so reckless and reckless. Although everything has a definite number, there are still variables to be found beyond the definite number."

Yuanshi Tianzun made a Daoyi and said, "Master, please understand why the Taoist sect is in such a state today if Junior Brother Tongtian hadn't set up the Immortal Execution Sword Formation."

"snort!"

Master Tongtian snorted coldly, his eyes were full of pride, the figure standing beside the Liuhun Banner holding the Qingping sword was like an ancient building tree, beautiful and unbreakable.

Lao Tzu said: "Today's matter, I ask the teacher to make a decision."

Daozu shook his head lightly, "You are already the honor of saints, and you are really friends of the poor. You don't have to leave everything to the poor. What's more, the way of heaven follows, and the poor can't interfere too much, and can't decide anything. Tongtian, don't you close your sword?"

Master Tongtian was silent, and stood there with his head bowed, "Dare to ask Teacher, what should all my disciples do?"

"All spirits are born, and they are born and die. This is the way of Tao, and it is natural."

Master Tongtian suddenly shouted: "Bring back Duobao and Yunxiao!"

However, Lao Tzu avoided the gaze of Master Tongtian and remained silent.

Daozu sighed, opened his hand, and a beam of mysterious light fell from the sky, covering the body of Master Tongtian.

The leader of Tongtian just made a slight struggle, and the Xuanguang shattered directly.

"Teacher, I am not convinced!"

Yuanshi Tianzun scolded: "You don't even pay attention to the teacher! Tongtian!"

There was obviously some struggle in the eyes of the Master Tongtian, and finally, he turned his head away, as if he was thinking of the kindness of Taoist ancestors who preached to solve doubts and bestowed the majestic purple energy.

Daozu said: "Your sacred heart is not quiet. This is an obstacle to the prehistoric world. Follow the poor way back to the Zixiao Palace to contemplate your mistakes behind closed doors. Since all the saints have been sanctified, if there is no major disaster in the three realms, they will not reappear in the world."

The two sages of Western religion said in unison: "Good."

Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun also nodded slightly, accepting the result; Nuwa also bowed slightly, not daring to disrespect the Taoist ancestor.

Back then when Zixiao Palace preached, Sanqing was Hongjun's direct disciple and the three saints in charge of Taoism.

After the Dao ancestor united, the six sages became holy one after another, and the Sanqing also passed on the Taoism to the whole world. In addition to the three preachings in the Zixiao Palace, the Taoism between heaven and earth is inextricably linked to the Taoism.

After the Battle of the Conferred Gods and the battle between the three sects of Taoism, the Jiejiao of the Ten Thousand Immortals was directly beaten, leaving less than half of their strength, and the Chanjiao was also seriously injured, with 70% of their disciples lost.

Not to mention the Western Sect who took the opportunity to secretly save Daoist disciples, just say that the current Daoist sect is already severely damaged and its foundation is broken.

Since then, Western religion has been flourishing, and Taoism has become a check and balance of Western religion; with the blessing of heaven and the existence of the list of gods, the prosperity of the heaven is also a certainty.

Daozu sat in the air and waited quietly, waiting for Master Tongtian to follow him back to Zixiao Palace.

All the Taoist disciples didn't dare to answer, and the Holy Mother of Wudang and the other Jiejiao disciples were secretly sealed by the Master Tongtian, so they couldn't say anything at this time.

It seems that they are afraid that they will collide with Taoist ancestors.

The above mentioned major events in the world, but the Taoist disciples standing on the ground kept spreading their voices.

Master Taiyi looked a little stern, and looked up at Daozu, somehow, he seemed a little angry.

Master Xuandu and Daoist Yuding were still standing on the left. Xuandu was obviously the most relaxed one present, or he was a little loose by nature, and kept talking about some ancient anecdotes.

The real Yuding stared at the Taoist ancestor in the air, his eyes sometimes flicked thinking, and sometimes yearning.

It turned out to be a matter of enlightenment by taking advantage of the Tao rhyme revealed inadvertently by the Taoist ancestor.

"Brother, don't be sad," Wei Hu comforted Yang Jian, "It's not because you didn't take care of Tianhua, you can only say that fate is like this..."

"That kid is straightforward," Nezha curled his lips, "Knowing that I can't follow my feet, I went directly to the Heavenly Court to become a fairy."

Yang Jian sighed sadly, but still failed to protect Huang Tianhua.

Forget it, with the list of gods, at least it won't really die.

"Let's go back," Yang Jian whispered.

"Senior brother, Taoist ancestor is up there, let's go...it's not appropriate."

Only then did Yang Jian remember what happened to Hongjun, and raised his head to look at the sky, frowning slightly.

Why is the atmosphere a little bit weird?

Daozu waited on the cloud for a while, then said again: "Tongtian, why don't you go with the poor Taoist?"

"stop……"

Tong Tian slowly closed his eyes, restraining the endless sword intent in his eyes, and the menacing sharpness around him gradually became silent.

This sigh, as if the world is hurting for it...

Riding on the cloud, the Master Tongtian flew slowly towards the air. The slowness at this time seemed to be reluctance in every way, and it seemed that there was a lot of reluctance.

"It's a matter of poverty, let's go home."

Hongjun got up and bowed to Lao Tzu and Yuanshi Tianzun, and the two saints also returned the salute together. It was the first time that Lao Tzu floated up from the back of the green bull, bowed his body, and returned the salute to Hong Jun.

Seeing that, Hongjun was about to turn around and go back to the Zixiao Palace, hiding between heaven and earth.

Most of the Taoist disciples heaved a sigh of relief, and Master Taiyi snorted coldly, looking towards the horizon.

He seemed to be quite critical of Daozu.

The Taoist ancestor rode a cloud, intending to take the leader of the Tongtian religion away with the wind.

Yang Jian felt emotional, feeling that this is the real incarnation of Tao, the real appearance of a fairy, really...

"Master, wait a moment, Master!"

Master Xuandu suddenly shouted, "I have something I want to ask! I also ask Master to clarify my doubts for me!"

"Oh?" Hongjun chuckled lightly, turned around again, looked at Xuandu, and said calmly, "Your teacher is not on the path of sages, so why ask me for help?"

Xuandu put his hands in his sleeves, bowed to Hongjun, and then said with a smile: "My teacher's way is the way of nature, the way of yin and yang, but not my way. What's more, I am afraid that only the master can answer the questions I want to ask."

As soon as these words came out, not only the saints looked at Xuandu, but all the Taoist disciples also looked at the great mage Xuandu, a little confused what Xuandu meant.

Hongjun nodded slowly, and said seriously, "Ask."

"Master also knows that this disciple has been guarding Xuandu City in recent years," Xuandu said with a light smile, "for this reason, he also changed his Taoist name."

Hongjun nodded lightly, and there was always a hint of a smile on his face that perfectly interpreted the demeanor, and he was quite patient with Xuandu, his disciple.

"Don't blame the master, this disciple just likes to be active but not quiet. When I have nothing to do, I just wander around in Xuandu City. The ancestor of that poor place knows all kinds of weird things..."

Master Xuandu looked at Hongjun with a little reminiscence in his eyes, "One day, I met a remnant soul, and this remnant soul repeated a sentence over and over again, and it was this sentence that made me suspicious all the time, so that I couldn't sleep at night, and I lost a lot of weight."

Hongjun remained calm and asked, "What kind of words?"

"Ha," Xuan Du shook his head, "What the remnant soul said was, cough... Qianhong, Qianhong, where have you been, and how did you leave the poor Taoist behind?"

There was a slight turbulence in the breath around Hongjun, and behind Hongjun, the leader of Tongtian had put away his original helpless face, and a little sword intent appeared in his eyes again.

The meaning of this sword is hidden but not revealed!

"There are innate mysteries hidden in Xuandu City, most of the words spoken by those remnant souls are meaningless," Hong Jun said indifferently, "You don't have to take it to heart."

"I don't want to take it seriously, but Master, you also know," Xuandu looked up at Hongjun, "I'm just very curious, and I'm particularly interested in the secrets of Xuandu City. When I suddenly heard a name that might be from a long time ago, I couldn't help but pursue it."

Hongjun remained silent, quietly looking at Xuandu.

And the six saints between heaven and earth have begun to gather towards this place at some point.

Xuandu said again: "This investigation really surprised me. Qianhong and the remnant soul I first met were both saints in the Taisu Realm!"

Xuandu's words began to speed up: "The Taisu Realm suffered a catastrophe back then, and the two saints were seriously injured and hid in the restraint of the tomb. Unfortunately, they were still found by powerful enemies."

"The remnant soul fell, but Qianhong survived. According to the old remnant soul, Qianhong willingly surrendered to the powerful enemy that destroyed the Taisu world, and became their...a dog."

Hongjun narrowed his eyes slightly, scanned the sky, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Innate secrets may be biased. I have heard of this matter before."

"Master, can you listen to me?"

Xuandu laughed softly, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened.

A picture of Taiji slowly opened, and it actually wrapped Zixiao Palace directly, and pushed it to an unknown place.

"I can't finish listening to the story, Master, you seem to be unable to leave."

Xuan Du shook his head and said something, and took a step forward.

Several figures flew up from below, Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Daoist Yuding faintly sealed the direction of heaven and earth below Daozu.

And the six saints, except for the leader of Tongtian, occupy four sides.

The majestic Taoist ancestor, Hongjun, who fits the way of heaven, was surrounded like this.

And the Master Tongtian who stood behind Hongjun was like a peerless sword that was about to be unsheathed. The tip of the sword was pressed against Hongjun's back, making Hongjun unable to move!