NCCnovel Chapter 416 Fellow Daoist, would you like to share the ultimate bliss with me in the West?
Chapter 416 Fellow Daoist, would you like to share the ultimate bliss with me in the West?
Chapter 416 Fellow Daoist, would you like to share the ultimate bliss with me in the West?
"The Taoist Zhunti".
Yang Jiao whispered who the person who came out was.
Upon seeing Zhunti, Mosquito Taoist hurriedly moved behind Yang Jiao, hiding himself and only revealing his head, whispering:
"That old man is wicked. Mosquitoes have often seen him stealing lost creatures in the primordial world."
The tense atmosphere was broken by Mosquito Taoist's words. Yang Jiao turned to look at her pitiful appearance and couldn't help but say:
"How can you describe that Western saint as a human trafficker from the village entrance?"
"He's not a human trafficker!" The most vivid memory of Mosquito Daoist for Zhunti was the image of him smiling as he reached out his black hand to those ignorant divine beasts. He then hurriedly added, "He's a beast trafficker!"
Zhunti was small and thin, and his Taoist robes looked rather baggy and lacked any air of otherworldly elegance.
Her hair was already curly, and she had haphazardly pulled it into two buns. Her face was already malnourished and yellowish, and then she stuck two flowers in those buns, which made her look even stranger.
He was holding a branch in his hand. Yang Jiao glanced at it casually and guessed that this might be the Seven Treasures Tree that could suppress Kong Xuan's Five-Colored Divine Light.
Yang Jiao felt deeply hurt by his outfit and gritted her teeth, whispering:
"It really looks like a crazy flower-picking machine."
As soon as the Taoist Master Zhunti appeared.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Ordinary people, regardless of whether they were from the Shang or Zhou dynasties, all prostrated themselves on the ground, and even those who cultivated the Tao stopped what they were doing and bowed to him, saying in unison:
"I have met the Western Sage Zhunti."
A sage indeed.
There are countless gods and immortals in the Three Realms, but only six saints.
Even if Zhunti made an unfulfilled vow to become a saint, he is still a saint.
He nodded in satisfaction, glanced around, then his eyes lit up when he looked at Yang Jiao. He strode up to her and said with a smile:
"It's been a long time. Do you still remember the time we met in Heaven?"
Yang Jiao cautiously took a few steps back.
She kept a few meters away from Daoist Zhunti; if she got too close, she was afraid the old man would discover that she possessed the Primordial Purple Qi.
As if oblivious to Yang Jiao's wariness, the Taoist Zhunti maintained his smile and continued:
“You were just a child back then, and now you’ve grown up so much. It’s amazing that we can meet in heaven and earth. It’s truly a wonderful fate.”
After he finished speaking, looking at the small and helpless figure behind Yang Jiao, he said with even greater delight:
"The Mosquito Taoist is here too? What a coincidence!"
Mosquito Taoist's hair almost stood on end, and his fingers gripping Yang Jiao's clothes from behind began to tremble. He whispered:
"You're right, he is a human trafficker."
Yang Jiao smiled very formally at this moment, and coughed lightly while holding the soul-guiding banner, replying:
"Yes, my uncle ordered me to supervise the progress of the Investiture of the Gods. I'm really busy with official duties, otherwise I would definitely have a good get-together with Saint Zhunti."
Upon hearing the name of the Jade Emperor, Zhunti Daoist's desire to recruit disciples waned somewhat.
But he still smiled and said:
"It's alright. Since this progress is keeping you busy, just keep going and you'll be free of worries."
Yang Jiao was stunned.
As Zhunti Daoist turned around, his smile almost crinkled into wrinkles, and he waved to Kong Xuan as he walked away:
“Fellow Daoist, you seem to have a connection with the West.”
He left.
Mosquito Taoist hurriedly started picking at his ears, shaking his head as he said:
"His words were like a spell, capable of abducting a divine beast with a single sentence in the primordial era."
The mosquitoes won't listen, the tortoise is chanting scriptures.
She kept shaking her head, as if trying to shake off all the bad luck.
Yang Jiao watched the departing figure of the Sage Zhunti, swallowed hard, and patted her chest in lingering fear.
It seems that one needs to make contact with the sage to discover the Primordial Purple Qi within oneself.
Or perhaps... Sage Zhunti's strength is far inferior to that of the Supreme Sage, which is why he couldn't detect it?
Yang Jiao didn't know the reason, but she did discover something.
"So Maitreya's daily smile is something he learned from Cundi?"
They're like carbon copies, even the curve of their smiles is remarkably similar.
This shows how determined Maitreya was to become the leader of the religion.
When Gao Ji saw the sage arrive, he was terrified and tried to sneak away, but a burly figure appeared behind him.
He looked in that direction.
Behind him, a bearded man riding a fiery-eyed beast blocked his way. When he looked up and saw Huang Tianhua's head, he swung his hand and broke the iron chain, then caught it steadily in his arms.
At this moment, Huang Tianhua's eyes were still open.
Chong Heihu covered his eyes with his large hand and whispered:
"Brother Tianhua, don't worry, I'll avenge you right away!"
After saying that, he let go of her hand.
Huang Tianhua's eyes were already closed.
Gao Jineng was intimidated by his imposing manner and hurriedly untied the centipede pouch from his waist, intending to use the same method he used to kill Huang Tianhua on Chong Heihu.
Unexpectedly, just as his swarms of bees gathered...
Chong Heihu sneered for a moment, put down the short axe in his hand, and took out another magic weapon, which was shaped like a gourd.
He opened the gourd's mouth, recited a phrase, and a wisp of black mist emerged from the gourd, dissolving upon exposure to the wind. The dark, billowing mist enveloped the swarms of centipedes that resembled a locust plague.
In an instant.
A creaking sound exploded in Gao Jineng's ears.
The sound was like the popping of an insect being chewed, sending chills down the spines of everyone present.
Chong Heihu looked at him coldly and said:
"My iron-beaked divine eagle is the perfect counter to your man-eating bee!"
Before long, the centipede bees that could poison people were completely devoured by the Iron-Beaked Divine Eagle.
Seeing this, Gao Jineng had nothing left to use and his face turned ashen with fear. There was no way he could escape now. He spurred his horse, gripped his spear, and charged at Chong Heihu, seeking his last chance to survive.
A horse and a beast galloped towards each other.
The two passed each other at the city gate of Jinji Ridge, each aiming for the other's vital points.
The Fiery-Eyed Beast stopped.
The horse was still galloping forward when Chong Heihu turned to the side.
After a few jolting moments on horseback, Gao Jineng had a line of blood on his neck, then his head lolled to the side, with only a bit of skin hanging from it.
The horse kept moving, and his head, which was about to fall off, thumped against his back with the rhythm of the horse's hooves.
He ran a hundred meters before his body stiffened and fell to the ground.
The head rolled down, its eyes facing upwards with no chance of closing, and it was right in front of the majestic figure of Kong Xuan on the rooster-shaped boulder.
The frail body of Daoist Zhunti stood before Kong Xuan, his narrow eyes scanning him up and down before a glint of shrewdness flashed across his face, and he exclaimed with great delight:
"Fellow Daoist, you look radiant; there must be a great joyous occasion today."
When Kong Xuan was looking at the Sage Zhunti from afar, he was still worried that he was no match for the Sage. But as soon as the Sage got closer, Kong Xuan only glanced at him and then closed his eyes tightly.
Only the following thoughts flashed through my mind:
His yellowed Taoist robe, his messy hair, the two flowers on his hair, and the broken tree branch in his hand.
Even a saint shouldn't have any sense of image when going out.
Upon hearing the words of the Sage Zhunti, he felt that it was not a good day to go out, as his eyes were about to go blind.
It was only when I thought of the figure of the Great Master Xuandu that my eyes felt cleansed.
Seeing that Kong Xuan didn't respond, the Taoist Zhunti showed no embarrassment and continued to speak with a smile:
"Your brow is radiant with joy, and I have come from afar. Our meeting is a matter of fate. Fellow Daoist, would you like to share the Western Paradise with me?"
Kong Xuan suppressed the urge to go up and untangle his two hair buns, then rip off those two tattered flowers and stomp on them a few times, gritting her teeth:
"The west?"
He laughed in exasperation.
Even in that wretched place in the West, how can we possibly share in paradise?
Judging from the sallow complexion of the Sage Zhunti, he didn't look happy at all.