The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The Guanghan Palace is deep, and I don't know how many floors it has.

The tower where Heng'e lived for a long time was only on the periphery of Guanghan Palace. Inside it was hidden in a dark place, and there were still endless palaces and pavilions.

In ancient times, Guanghan Palace was like today's Kunlun Wonderland, where the 'Queen Mother of Heaven' lived.

Xihe seems to be resurrected by Tianyan Daozi now, but he has no chance to return to the Moon Palace; and Heng'e has entered Guanghan Palace since the end of ancient times, and slowly repaired the dilapidated palace by himself, but finally chose to live in the building closest to the gate of Guanghan Palace.

"Why doesn't the fairy accept some apprentices, or find some female fairies as companions?"

"I always feel tired when there are too many people," Heng'e replied seemingly relaxedly, but actually revealed a little helplessness.

Among the female fairies, someone like her is probably not so gregarious.

Muxiu will be destroyed by Lin Feng, if she is too beautiful, she will not have close friends, and Heng'e's cultivation is not too high, her Taoism is not too profound, and she can't talk about friendship with those female immortals in heaven and earth.

It was rather embarrassing.

Walking in the most magnificent hall of Guanghan Palace, the shadow of the laurel tree is just outside the window, and the sky full of stars seems to be embroidered on the curtain, wandering gently with the breeze.

"It's a pity that the beauty of this place

"What Zhenjun said just now, the Great Desolation seems to be in danger, can you tell Xiaoxian what kind of catastrophe is coming again?"

"Foreign enemies, the prehistoric odds of winning are less than 10%. Several saints, powerful seniors, and people of integrity from all sides are all preparing for this catastrophe."

"Foreign enemy?" Heng'e frowned and looked at Yang Jian, "How do you say that?"

Yang Jian said simply: "Before Honghuang, there were several great masters of Taoism, and these great masters were buried in the hands of these powerful enemies at their peak. Honghuang is still unable to compare with these great masters, but the enemy has already appeared... There are many things in it, and I can't explain it clearly for a while."

"Since it is a foreign enemy, why does the true monarch hide his whereabouts in the heavenly court?"

"There is the other party's dark son in the heavenly court, and he is quite difficult to deal with." Yang Jian looked at Heng'e and asked, "Speaking of this, I wonder who made this moon palace formation?"

Heng'e said: "The Great Formation of the Moon Palace was set up by the demon emperor Jun in ancient times with the strange formation of the Luoshu River Map. It was originally used to guard the secret storehouse of the demon clan. Later, the demon court was defeated and this place was also attacked by the human army. When I was ascending, I was taken care of by the old gentleman and repaired the formation properly."

It turned out to be like this...

The battle of Hetu and Luoshu, combined with the means of the Taiqing sage, no wonder Yang Jian couldn't use his profound energy after entering the Xuanhuang realm.

While talking, Heng'e took Yang Jian around to the back of the hall, and stopped in a pavilion carved with hexagonal patterns.

"This is the only entrance and exit to the formation," Heng'e said in a low voice, "Old Master once said that unless the direct disciples of the Daoist sect come, you can't enter this formation. It should be because there are some treasures placed below."

"Hasn't Mr. Xing entered?"

Heng'e shook her head, she had an extra jade tablet inscribed with yin and yang Pisces in her hand, handed it to Yang Jian, and said to Yang Jian, "True Monarch, go on your own."

"It's okay, the fairy will come with me."

Yang Jian injected a burst of profound energy into the jade card in his hand, and the Tai Chi Pisces swam out happily, and in a blink of an eye, a black and white Tai Chi formation was drawn around the two of them.

Tai Chi fell slowly, and the six-pointed array under his feet was also shining brightly, and then he felt a slight tremor under his feet, and the stone slab turned into clouds and mist, carrying the two of them down slowly.

Heng'e was also a little curious, she had lived in Guanghan Palace for so long, and never knew what was buried under her feet.

When it first sank, there were still stone formations of the lunar star in front of it, but these stone formations exuded a glistening light, reflecting Heng'e in an incomparable way.

Yang Jian's consciousness spread out, and there was nothing unusual everywhere.

And when they plummeted thousands of feet, they finally reached the large formation that covered the entire interior of the Lunar Star.

This time, the big formation did not stop them, as if they had penetrated a thin layer of water and broke into a place with beautiful scenery.

Only by entering the formation can one see the secret of the formation.

Looking up, I saw criss-crossing vines directly above, and looking carefully, isn't this the root system of the laurel tree?

This large formation was originally based on the root system of the laurel tree, supplemented by a Taoist formation, drawing the power of yin and yang, five elements, and yin and yang. Under the Guanghan Palace, a vast small world was opened up.

Looking down, there are clouds and mists everywhere, and spiritual stones can be seen everywhere.

And directly above the clouds and mist, under the main root of the laurel tree, there was a large hall floating up and down, which immediately attracted Yang Jian's attention.

The gurgling Lingxi stream flows around the main hall, and the floating spirit stones are floating everywhere.

Yang Jian wanted to find the true fire of Taiyin, so he had to continue diving to collect it from the star core; but seeing this hall, Yang Jian became a little curious again.

"Mr. Xing, why don't you go shopping."

"I'm not a Taoist disciple, so I'm afraid something is not right."

"Since Laojun entrusted Xingjun with this matter, he acquiesced in the convenience of Xingjun's free entry and exit. Let's go and have a look together."

After all, she couldn't resist Yang Jian's persuasion with a few words, so Heng'e flew to the hall with Yang Jian.

The main hall is not too big, but it gives people a sense of solemnity.

When you get closer, you can see a vertical plaque hanging outside the gate of the main hall, with the words "Dao Zang Pavilion" written on it, and looking into it, you will see a stone tablet at the gate of the hall, and the bookshelves behind the stone tablet.

There is a hundred-character inscription on the stone tablet, and Yang Jian read it out in a low voice:

"Heaven and earth have an end, and spiritual life is impermanent. Although Taoism is strong, it still has its destiny. Therefore, this pavilion was built and hidden under the Guanghan Palace. If the Taoism is lost, the world is damaged, and in the world of Taoism, the disciples of the Taoism will open this hall and take the classics in it to save the matter of cultivating the Tao. If you are not a disciple of the Taoism, you must kneel here and make an oath to practice in the Taoism before you can enter."

Yang Jian stood there for a long time, while Heng'e said, "I still don't want to go in here."

"That's good," Yang Jian said with a smile, "The ancestors had a great foresight. When the Taoist sect was at its most powerful, they left this Taoist hall. Such a vision is beyond my reach."

Heng'e also nodded slightly, as if she lacked interest, and had already looked elsewhere.

Yang Jian stepped forward, arrived in the hall, randomly picked up a letter carved from jade, spread it out carefully, and found that it turned out to be a classic book of elucidation and teaching.

Obviously, this place does not only store the works of Taiqing Laozi, but all the precious scriptures of the three religions are kept here.

Yang Jian didn't look much, just walked towards the innermost part of the hall, made a salute to the stone statue of Sanqing placed in front of him, and then turned back.

This time it doesn’t matter, but there seems to be a light flashing on the back of the stone tablet, and there seem to be more than a hundred words engraved on the back, but these words are crooked, like tadpoles, not owned by the prehistoric...

On the contrary, it looks like a simplified version of the pattern of the great way?

Yang Jian frowned slightly. He had never seen these words before, but he could recognize them at a glance.

Translated, it is probably:

'Today I borrowed 612 volumes of books in the Daozang Palace, but because of the great kindness of my teacher, I can't enter the Taoist school. I will offend many people. If I find a Taoist disciple, I will lure him here. '

There was no signature, and there were no other clues, but the hundred words made Yang Jian feel a little awkward.

What do you mean by that?

'If you find a Taoist disciple', in other words, this person doesn't seem to know the sect...

Yang Jian was puzzled for a while, and stood there for a while. Just as he was about to rub the inscriptions and take them back for study by several masters, he saw a mysterious light flashing on them. These tadpole-like characters gradually faded, and finally disappeared strangely.

This... what's the situation?

Rao Yang Jian's cultivation base was not weak, but at this moment, goose bumps appeared all over his body.

Hang'e looked over wonderingly, and the corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, staring carefully at the stone tablet in front of him.

The back of the stele is bare, without any traces.

Yang Jian muttered, "Could it be that it was haunted just now?"

Heng'e couldn't help but chuckled, "Is there someone who might catch your eye?"

"That's not what I mean," Yang Jian only felt that his mouth was a little dry, and the Tibetan hall seemed strange.

Yang Jian moved forward, ran his finger across the corner of the stele, and cut off a small piece of stone.

Then he said: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, Xingjun might as well go and get the fire of Taiyin like me."

"Well, I haven't seen such a spectacle like the Lunar Star Core."

Leaving Daozang Hall, I took the road towards Yunxia, ​​and the road was unimpeded, but I felt a little cold.

After passing through several layers of naturally formed large formations, Yang Jian didn't care to study the layout of the Lunar Star. He drilled all the way to the deepest point, and then came to a small world. Finally, he saw the star's core shining with a strange arc of light.

Around the Lunar Star Core, one group after another of light white flames flickered lightly, flickering and flickering, and their positions were unstable.

Yang Jian stepped forward, took out the jade wares prepared in advance, paved a layer with profound energy, and carefully picked three Taiyin fires.

Looking at the white flames that were constantly flickering in the narrow area trapped by the profound energy, Yang Jian seemed to have realized something.

It seems that the fire of the sun contains some kind of strange way of time and space, but the way is incomplete and cannot be used for practice.

Could it be that the words he saw before were written by descendants after countless years? Did the Daomen no longer exist at that time?

It would be nice if that was the case.

Yang Jian's mood suddenly brightened. If it was really written by descendants countless years later, then we can know that the Taiyin Star exists, and the practice of Taoism has not been cut off...

"No matter what, the soul is still alive."

Heng'e looked at Yang Jian thoughtfully, and a little sarcasm flashed in the depths of her eyes, but the sarcasm faded away too quickly, and Yang Jian was not disturbed in the slightest.

"Thank you Xingjun for your help, I have already obtained this fire, and I am returning here."

"Let's go, I'll give Zhenjun a ride."

"please."

Yang Jian made a gesture of invitation, and Jia Yun took Heng'e up slowly, and flew back to where he came from.

Yang Jian didn't set foot in the hidden hall, and buried the matter in his heart, which was considered a little more hopeful.