The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

If you don't become holy, you will become benevolent.

Yang Jian was always worried about Master in his heart, but he was powerless to do anything for Master; Saint Realm, this is the end of the Tao, and it is also the last level that monks can reach after stepping on the Great Dao.

It is the transcendence that monks dream of, and they will try their best to reach it.

This is one's own path of practice, and no matter who the others are, even the most powerful person who has mastered the nine Hunyuan Dao, they can't help at all except for some advice.

For Yuding, every time he failed to attack the saint, it meant that the door to the holy land became narrower.

The accumulation of these dozens of times is not any experience, but obstacles, nightmares, and worries accumulated in the deepest part of the Dao heart.

Although Master Yuding has now untied the biggest knot in his heart, facing himself as the heel of a spiritual practitioner, it seems to be a matter of course to attack the saint at this time.

But when he thought about it carefully, the life-and-death test that Yuding was facing was really a life-and-death situation, or even a death-death situation.

However, Yang Jian couldn't tell the master to give up sanctification; even if he wasn't a master and apprentice, a father and son, or a brother, he couldn't persuade Master Yuding to give up sanctification at this time.

"Master..."

Yang Jian sighed, took the jade talisman back to Fangcun Mountain, reincarnated into the appearance of Patriarch Bodhi, and entered the Nuan Pavilion.

The mind returned to the real body, feeling what the master said, wondering if I could do something for the master.

In addition to waiting, there is really nothing.

Moreover, it is not a one-day achievement for Daoist Jade Cauldron to reach the holy realm. It can take as little as three to five years, or hundreds of years.

"I don't know if the way of heaven will help Master now."

Yang Jian murmured and set his eyes on himself.

I have to speed up...

Gathering the sky with the left palm and covering the ground with the right hand, the real fire of the phoenix suddenly became vigorous, and the gathering spirit formation that sat down also flickered brightly, and strands of innate golden energy were quickly absorbed into Yang Jian's body.

Although it is not safe to directly store these massive amounts of innate gold energy in the body, it will cause unnecessary pressure on the physical body, but it can save Yang Jian a lot of time.

Gradually, Yang Jian stabilized the balance in his body again, the speed of absorbing the innate golden energy increased several times, and the operation of the Invincible Golden Body Art was much smoother than before.

As long as it is slightly squeezed, his mysterious body still has potential to be tapped.

At this time, the golden patterns on Yang Jian's hands and feet have begun to connect together. When his whole body has no more golden patterns and he completely turns into a golden body, the Undefeated Golden Body Art will stand on the threshold of holiness.

That day will never be too late.

...

Tianting, beside the Tianhe River.

The Marshal of the Tianhe Navy is sitting majestically on the back of a tortoise, reviewing the heavenly soldiers arrayed in the Tianhe.

The generals around were a little nervous, lest Marshal Canopy would scold others.

Tianhe sailors have become more and more elite in recent years, all because of the merits of Marshal Tianpeng. This Marshal of the Tianting Navy, who is not too strong and barely just big, is really good at running the army.

At this moment, Tianpeng looked at these energetic heavenly soldiers, and felt a little proud in his heart.

Generally speaking, only two-thirds of the army of Heavenly Court and Chaotian Pavilion are above immortals, and one-third of the soldiers who are about to become immortals account for one-third.

However, the Tianhe navy has achieved the fairyland of all members, which is directly related to the fact that the canopy has continuously produced batches of elixir and elixir.

Not only is the overall cultivation of the Tianhe Navy good, but the battle formation of the Tianhe Navy is also two times more than that of other divisions in the Heavenly Court; the Tianhe Navy patrols the four directions on weekdays, and has been recognized and praised by all parties in the Heavenly Court.

Also because of Tianpeng's ability to manage the army well and the extremely active Tianhe navy, Tianpeng has gradually become the most prestigious marshal of the Tianting in recent years, except Li Jing, the general of the Tianting soldiers and horses.

"Did you slack off in training recently?"

"Marshal, in the face of today's catastrophe, how dare brothers slack off?"

"The Tianhe River runs through the Heavenly Court, and it is the most important thing for the defense of the Heavenly Court," Canopy said solemnly, "I don't need to tell you about these things. The enemy from outside the sky will suddenly appear from nowhere and when. When the departments are on duty, don't be distracted."

All the generals clasped their fists together, "Yes."

Tianpeng nodded, showing a little satisfied smile, "That's good, I'll go get some elixir, you find some seedlings with good qualifications, and improve their cultivation for them."

One person laughed and said, "Marshal is going to Tushita Palace to play the autumn wind again?"

"How can you say that?" Tianpeng scolded with a smile, "If it wasn't for you, why would I not want to be so shameless! It's alright, alright, get out if you have nothing to do, I'm the marshal!"

All the generals were also relieved to watch the canopy fly away on the clouds; they laughed and joked a few words, and then went back to the camp to find some immortal soldiers with good aptitude.

This kind of thing actually happens from time to time, and the leaders of the Tianhe Navy have long been accustomed to it. Tianhe navy can develop and grow little by little, relying on the close relationship between Marshal Tianpeng and Tushi Palace.

But the canopy kept one thing from them. It was true that those pills came from Tushita Palace...of course it was not from the hands of Taishang Laojun.

At the gate of Tushita Palace, the canopy had already set a cloud, and he walked up the steps quickly, moved towards the palace gate, and shouted at the crack of the door:

"Hey, Xiao Jin! Xiao Yin! It's me! Canopy!"

Not long after, the gate of Tushita Palace was pulled open a gap, and a small head came out, but it was a little Taoist boy carved in powder and jade. Seeing the canopy, the original smiling face suddenly collapsed.

Daotong said in a low voice: "No more! Really no more! This time it's really gone, Marshal Tianpeng, why are you here again!"

"Why not? Xiaoyin, you and Xiaojin practice alchemy every day, so why should there be some residue?" Tianpeng said with a smile, and touched a small mustard seed bag in his arms, "Look, what did Senior Brother Tianpeng bring you?"

The boy named Xiaoyin blinked, took the mustard seed bag and opened it for a few glances, his eyes lit up immediately.

"So many elixirs? Where did you get them?"

Tianpeng immediately smiled complacently, "I picked some when I went out to inspect, Junior Brother Xiaoyin, these are enough for the two of you to practice for half a month, right? Share some of the elixir that I refined earlier, you all have the elixir that Laojun refined for body protection, and the ones you refined yourself won't be needed."

"If Laojun finds out, it's really a terrible crime." Xiaoyin pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and then reluctantly nodded.

"You wait here, I'll go get it, but this time there are really not many, and a few furnaces have been wasted."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we also need the dregs of the medicine. It is made from the Bagua furnace, and the dregs of the medicine are also treasures."

Xiaoyin rolled her eyes angrily at these words, turned her head and ran back to Tushita Palace.

Tianpeng smiled complacently, and felt that he had lost his bearing, coughed twice, and stood there with his back straight, looking like a master.

At this moment, the gate of Tusita Palace opened without a sound, the canopy froze immediately, and a call was heard next to his ear.

"Come in, I have something to entrust to you."

Laojun!

Tianpeng didn't dare to hesitate, bowed his head and stepped into the Tushita Palace, and couldn't help but muttered in his heart.

He has nothing to come here to deceive Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin to make alchemy for him, the old gentleman should be well aware...it must be, how could this matter be hidden from the incarnation of the sage?

Then why did the old gentleman find himself?

No matter what it is, in short, it should be a big deal for me.

But Tianpeng never expected at this time that this matter was not only not small for him, it was too big for him to bear...

Entering the main hall, Marshal Canopy looked forward to the old Taoist sitting on the futon, and immediately bowed deeply.

He can have today's glory, which has a lot to do with Laojun's help; and when Tianpeng was appointed as the Marshal of the Tianhe Navy, he was also regarded as one of the few leading marshals who were placed in the heavenly court because of the "title" of the Daoist Dharma Protector.

"Greetings to Laojun, if there is anything that needs to be done by the disciple, please ask Laojun to do it."

"good."

Taishang Laojun nodded lightly, and said: "Do you know that Buddhism wants to travel westward to gather luck in the world?"

Canopy froze for a moment, then quickly shook his head.

Westward Journey? Gathering heaven and earth luck?

What does this matter have to do with his Tianhe Navy? Could it be that Laojun wants to destroy the Buddhist gate directly and ask him to mobilize Tianhe soldiers?

There are so many masters in Lingshan, and there are saints incarnate sitting in it, it may be difficult to do it...

Tianpeng was thinking wildly, but Laojun had already opened his mouth slowly, and briefly explained what Tianpeng was going to do.

After hearing this, Canopy couldn't speak for a long time, and stood there in a daze for a while.

reincarnation? Enter Buddhism?

this……

Tianpeng glanced at Laojun, who had a calm and unwavering face, sitting there like a sculpture, but exuding an elegant and indifferent Taoist rhyme.

"Disciple," he wanted to say more, but when the words came to his lips, they were condensed into two simple words, "take orders."

"good."

A moment later, in front of Tushita Palace, Tianpeng took over a small mustard seed bag from Xiaoyin, with a forced smile on his lips.

"Brother Tianpeng, what's wrong with you? I gave you less? That's all this time."

"Ah, it's okay, I'll go back first, Xiaoyin... Take care."

Tianpeng smiled and waved his hands, sighed softly, and Jiayun left the place directly.

Fortunately, he still has hundreds of years to prepare, and he can use this time to find a reassuring candidate to take over the Tianhe Navy.

As for what Laojun said, he could use this opportunity to condense his luck and practice quickly, but Tianpeng didn't pay much attention to it.

No matter how powerful it is, can it surpass Zhenjun Erlang?

When the sky fell, there was a tall man supporting him. He actually only wanted to live a peaceful life for himself...

"Take care of yourself?"

Xiaoyin at the gate of Tushita Palace blinked, and then snorted softly, "What kind of hysteria is this guy?

Rolling her eyes, Xiaoyin turned around and entered the palace, trotting all the way to the side hall.

As for what happened in the main hall of Tushita Palace just now, no one knows, no one knows, Tiandao didn't even notice that Laojun and Tianpeng had met.

...

Fangcun Mountain, Slanting Moon and Samsung Cave.

On the second day after Yang Jian met the master, he gave a lecture on the Dao of cultivation as usual. The monkey didn't fall asleep this time, but listened attentively.

Finally, when Yang Jian was halfway through the talk, the monkey couldn't help but interrupted and asked about the 'art of immortality'.

On the surface, Yang Jian turned into the Bodhi Patriarch with a serious face, but in fact there was a chuckle in his heart.

First, he reprimanded the monkey grandson for being so ambitious, then let the monkey go forward, took a long ruler, and hit him on the back three times.

The rest of the disciples all smiled and watched the monkey being punished, and the monkey just laughed for a while, not too disappointed.

At midnight, a sneaky figure touched the door of the Nuan Pavilion in the backyard of the Taoist temple, pushed open the wooden door, and saw the teacher and father lying on the bed "fake sleep".

This figure kneeling in the moonlight, covered in monkey hair, was Wukong.

"Master... Please pass on the immortality spell to the disciple!"

With his back to the monkey, Yang Jian opened his eyes, said 'good', and sat up slowly.

"Since you can realize it, it means that you have good comprehension skills. Come forward and teach you how to live forever as a teacher."

The monkey jumped up to a height and almost smashed the door lintel; seeing Yang Jian sitting on the bed with a serious face, he hurried over with a smile.

This night, the merits were passed on until dawn.