The Mingyu of Prehistoric Times

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Penglai Mountain is already flourishing. Mingyu had already expected this after preaching at Yingtai Mountain. When he arrived at the sea area of ​​Penglai Mountain, he was still stunned by the magic cloud light all over the sky.

Just like a train station during the National Day, there are crowds of people coming and going. It's even worse. No matter how crowded the train station is, the sky is empty. Penglai Mountain is not a train station in the mortal world. The ground is busy, and the sky is even busier. From time to time, you can see dozens of rays of light rising into the sky and flying towards the outside of Penglai Mountain. I also saw countless brilliance falling on the mountains of Penglai.

Mingyu stood under the cloud light and looked at it for a moment, then flew towards Wuji Mountain with some disbelief. I felt lucky, but fortunately this was the ancient world, and all I saw were immortals and gods. There was no traffic jam, which made Mingyu a little worried. There are so many immortals in Penglai Mountain alone, let alone in the ancient times.

Pangu opened up this world, and then Hongjun combined his body with Tao. The ancient space was stable, and even Mingyu could not travel through the space at will. But with so many immortals and gods, one day the prehistoric times would be unable to afford them, which made Mingyu think of the three tribulations of heaven, earth and man. The lich brings great luck. There will be disaster.

At that time, not only the Lich and Lich clans may be affected by the disaster, but also the Qi Refiner lineage and many monks may be affected by the disaster. Otherwise, with countless immortals and gods spread across every corner of the world, how would humans survive after they were born?

With something in mind, Mingyu didn't fly very fast. We arrived at Wuji Mountain in one day, and saw many fewer monks along the way. No monk could be seen again for hundreds or thousands of miles. Mingyu was quite surprised. On his way to Wuji Mountain just now, he saw that not only Lingshan was occupied, but there were a lot of construction projects on it, there were countless palaces and pavilions, and the monks flying around were not afraid that Lingshan had an owner. But once we arrived at Wuji Mountain, there was less excitement, and few monks came here. Even if you pass by, you will go far away.

This made Mingyu feel a little bad. It seemed that Chunyang Palace did not have contact with many monks in Penglai! This is not good. Overseas is a place for casual cultivators. Although Chunyang Taoist has founded a sect and has a family and career, compared with the two tribes of the prehistoric lich and Sanqing Jieyin Zhunti, he is only a casual cultivator at best. The sect is not the authentic Taoism. Such isolation is harmful to Chunyang Palace.

Mingyu pressed down on the clouds and came to the outside of Wuji Mountain. A Taoist priest came out, bowed his hand to Mingyu, and asked Mingyu somewhat arrogantly: "I am a poor Taoist who welcomes guests from Chunyang Palace. I have met my Taoist friend Tongguan. I don't know why my friend came to Chunyang Palace. If it is Please leave as soon as possible. My ancestor has long since ceased to be a disciple. The four masters are in retreat and do not receive outsiders!"

As soon as this man came out, before Mingyu could say anything, he started talking about it. The more Mingyu listened, the darker his face became, and by the end, water was dripping from his face. Taoist Chunyang did not teach his disciples well, did not know etiquette, and had no humility as a monk.

Seeing Mingyu's dark face, Taoist Tongguan snorted with disdain, "The bounds of Chunyang Palace within thousands of miles of Wuji Mountain, if you have nothing else to do, please leave quickly. This is not your place." This is the kind of place where a wild man can stay!”

Mingyu couldn't help but sigh in his heart after listening to Taoist Tongguan's words. It seemed that he had really come to Chunyang Palace in the wrong place. Chunyang Palace could even accept such a disciple, which greatly disappointed Mingyu. Originally, he asked Taoist Chunyang to rebuild the mountain gate in Penglai Mountain, thinking that this place was a holy place for casual cultivators, and it was destined by heaven that it would be the last place to settle down and settle down. Chunyang Taoist occupies a mountain, which is also said to be equivalent to occupying a share of Penglai Mountain's luck. It seems that I was really wrong. If Taoist Chunyang allows his disciples to do whatever they want, even if the Kongtong Seal suppresses luck, it will not last long.

Originally, when he came to Chunyang Sect, he wanted to give Taoist Chunyang an opportunity. The Seven Quasi Saints cannot come out of seclusion, and most of this calamity has passed. The human race is about to be born. When the time comes, Taoist Chunyang can use the Kongtong Seal in his hand to train his disciples and support the human race in the future, so that he can get a share of the human race's luck. Now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

Thinking of this, Mingyu had no intention of visiting Taoist Chunyang. He turned around, summoned the cloud light, and flew away.

"Fellow Taoist, walk slowly, why can't you pass the door, but a poor Taoist is neglecting fellow Taoist?" Mingyu couldn't get far before he drove up the cloud light, and a divine light flew out of Wuji Mountain, shouting loudly to Mingyu who was leaving. .

Mingyu paused when he heard the words and saw Chunyang Taoist standing on Wuji Mountain, waving to him. He sighed helplessly and returned again.

"I've seen Brother Taoist before. How come Brother Taoist didn't leave when he arrived at the foot of the mountain?" Taoist Chunyang asked Mingyu with a puzzled expression when he saw Mingyu falling under the cloud light.

Mingyu bowed her hands to Taoist Chunyang, "Brother Taoist's mountain gate is so difficult to enter, I thought I came to the wrong place!" Mingyu glanced at Taoist Taoist Taoist Chunyang next to him and said with a snort.

Only then did Taoist Tongguan realize that he had offended the Taoist in front of him. He did not dare to say a word and stood beside Taoist Chun Liao. She was afraid that Mingyu would complain to Taoist Chunyang.

After hearing Mingyu's words, Chunyang Taoist laughed, "It turns out that it was a disciple who offended Brother Tao. I am here to apologize to Brother Tao, and also ask Brother Tao not to be in the same position as a junior. Come in quickly, and I will tell you in detail." !”

Chunyang Taoist extended his hand as an invitation, Mingyu nodded, and they went up Wuji Mountain together.

Mingyu was shocked as soon as he entered Wuji Mountain. Wuji Mountain, together with the four surrounding spiritual mountains, had spiritual lights rising everywhere. Mingyu glanced around and saw thousands of monks.

Chunyang Taoist saw Mingyu's surprised eyes, he smiled and said to Mingyu quite proudly: "What do you think of the Chunyang sect, the poor Taoist? Now the Chunyang sect is rising again. The three generations of disciples all have extraordinary qualifications and have equal Taoist and magical powers. Having reached the realm of Taiyi, the fourth and fifth generations of disciples also have some outstanding Taoist practices that are not inferior to those of the third generation of disciples. This is the result of thousands of years of painstaking cultivation by the poor to achieve today's grand situation!"

Listening to Taoist Chunyang's proud words, Mingyu sighed again. He didn't even want to say anything. Chunyang Sect, a mere casual cultivator sect, had so many disciples. No wonder the Taoist named Tongguan just now had an arrogant look, and looked like I was the best in the world. He didn't treat others at all. See it in your eyes.

A sect. When there are too many people, it is inevitable that the good will be mixed with the bad. Chunyang Taoist priests did not work hard to rectify the situation, but they were complacent and immersed in the appearance of the prosperity of Chunyang Sect.

Mingyu followed Taoist Chunyang into Chunyang Palace with a still unhappy expression.

"Brother Taoist, please take a seat!" Taoist Chunyang greeted Mingyu attentively, and the two of them sat down one after another.

In just a moment, several female fairies came in one after another, each carrying a jade plate filled with various spiritual fruit snacks and fine wine. Taoist Chunyang looked like he was enjoying himself. After the fairies walked out of Chunyang Palace, he filled a glass of wine for Mingyu.

"We haven't seen each other for tens of millions of years. I didn't expect that Chunyang Palace has changed so much. I almost can't recognize Pindao. Tao's friendly methods, these are probably just focusing on the management of the sect, right?"

Hearing Mingyu's praise, Chunyang Taoist smiled and nodded, "Brother Taoist has a good eye, and he hit the nail on the head. In order to revitalize the Chunyang lineage, Pindao delayed his practice, and this is how he is now. Every time When I see my disciples, I feel that everything is worth it!"

Is it really worth it? Mingyu doesn't think so. Taoist Chunyang is really putting the cart before the horse by delaying his practice just because of these trivial things. In the prehistoric times, just because your sect was prosperous and you had many disciples, trouble would not come to your doorstep. Everything depended on your personal strength.

When Mingyu first saw Taoist Chunyang, he could see that he had not paid much attention to cultivation these years. During the three sermons in Zixiao Palace, Taoist Chunyang had similar power to his Taoist practice. But now he is still standing still. Zhen Yuanzi, who had a good relationship with Mingyu, had made great progress thousands of years ago and truly transcended the world. I live at ease every day, living in Wuzhuang Temple and not paying attention to foreign affairs.

Chunyang Palace has recruited so many disciples, and it is really insufficient to suppress luck with just one Kongtong Seal. I wonder if Taoist Chunyang has ever thought about it. Back then, it was just him and four disciples, and the Kongtong Seal was enough to suppress luck. But it's different now. There are nearly a thousand monks, and there are even more good and bad ones among them. In addition, Kongtong Seal will have another chance in the future. The Chunyang Sect is really innately deficient, like a drop of water in the sky. If there is any disturbance, big problems will arise.

Mingyu was a little worried and asked Taoist Chunyang: "How can you continue your luck by taking in so many disciples? Taoist friends must learn from the disaster at Zhongnan Mountain and not repeat the same mistakes. It will be too late to regret!"

Taoist Chunyang didn't take Mingyu's words seriously and waved his hand to Mingyu, "Drinking and drinking, these poor Taoists know what they are doing. Fellow Taoists don't have to worry, nothing will go wrong. Try this fairy wine, you are a member of the poor Taoist sect." The wine made by disciples who are good at brewing is considered to be the best in Penglai Mountain. Many disciples are willing to exchange these wines for various needs, fellow Taoist?"

Mingyu picked up the jade cup and took a sip. In the mouth of the wine, a soft force suddenly appeared, and my mind suddenly became trance-like, as if I was in a dream. I couldn't help but feel a happy emotion in my heart. I just felt that being in this kind of dream every day was the most wonderful thing.

I was intoxicated with myself when suddenly a cool air penetrated into my body from the top of my head. Mingyu was alerted and got rid of the dream just now, feeling a huge wave of fear in his heart. A flash of light appeared in his eyes, staring at the wine in the jade cup in front of him, it was really unimaginable.

The first thought in Mingyu's mind was that the wine was mixed with drugs. This thought made Mingyu smile dumbly again. With their innate Taoist bodies and their Taoist magic power reaching the current level, they have long been immune to all attacks and invulnerable to all evil. Mere drugs are really not worth mentioning, let alone a glass of wine. Even if Mingyu is fed heroin every day, it cannot harm Mingyu even a hair.

However, the wine that Taoist Chunyang served him was probably mixed with ingredients that could produce psychedelic effects, otherwise he wouldn't have the ecstatic feeling just now.

"Brother Taoist, why are you staring at the wine in the glass, but it doesn't suit Brother Taoist's wishes?" Chunyang Taoist asked strangely when he saw Mingyu's face looked strange.

well!

Mingyu sighed in his heart, his trip to Chunyang Palace was really not worth it. (!) More ‘small’ says, ‘full’ in ‘stars’ ‘book’, ‘! Chapter 177 of the latest chapter of "The Ancient Mingyu": Wuji Chunyang Palace, Penglai Sanxiu Sect, compiled and uploaded by Xingyue Book Bar ()