The Emperor of Heaven said solemnly: "The ceremony is only a superficial appearance, sincerity is the spirit, worship the ancestors are the most important, when the heart arrives, the ancestors will naturally know." ”

This is a very mysterious saying, and sincerity is spiritual, which is the usual trick of many charlatans to fool people.

If others said this, Tang Zheng would definitely scoff at him and reward him with a roll of his eyes.

When these words came out of the mouth of the Emperor of Heaven, no one dared to question or refute them, so they calmed down and quietly comprehended and felt the true meaning of the words.

The Emperor of Heaven did not lie perfunctorily, this was confessed by Fuxi back then, and future generations did not dare to tamper with it. For so many years, the emperors of all dynasties have come over like this, and they have also paid attention to the sincerity and spirit of Fuxi worship.

When they were sincere, the ancestors were enlightened, and they were given the Dao Dao Meaning and helped them on their path to the Heavenly Emperor.

After the Emperor finished speaking, he kept silent and said no more, leaving time for Tang Zheng to think.

Tang Zheng comprehended, and did not kneel and kowtow like the Nine Heavens Xuannu, but like a polite and insightful person, bowed slightly towards the statue, folded his hands together, and chanted words in his mouth: "The younger Tang Xiao pays a visit to the ancestor of Fuxi." ”

As soon as the words fell, he seemed to have been immobilized, and he remained motionless in that position, like an old monk who had settled down, closing his eyes.

It was dark, the statue was gone, everything was gone.

He did all this as if he was blessed with a spiritual heart, and there was a force in the darkness to guide him.

Suddenly-

A light lit up.

Although his eyes are closed, he can "see" this scene, and being a human being is amazing.

The outside world is unchanged and calm.

The statue is still the same statue, motionless, and the people are still the same people, still the same.

But there was no light in front of Tang Zheng's eyes.

These people didn't know Tang Zheng's feelings, so they didn't say a word, and looked at him intently, for fear of disturbing him.

Tang Zheng's heart was like water, not sad or happy, and the mysterious light in front of him gradually converged and deformed.

He watched this scene quietly, without the slightest surprise or shock, and when the light gradually converged and the appearance of a human figure appeared, a different mood hit his heart.

He was not panicked at all, but quiet and peaceful, like a baby. Since his cultivation, there had been very few such tranquility and peace.

The Heavenly Emperor watched this scene quietly and did not say a word. The Nine Heavens Xuannu wanted to ask one or two, but when she saw her father's eyes, she swallowed back the words in her stomach.

The Heavenly Emperor could clearly feel the change in Tang Zheng's state of mind. Previously, Tang Zheng was a rough sea, but at this moment, he is like an old well without waves, diametrically opposite, judging two people.

One can only attain such a rapid level of concentration if one cultivates to a certain level.

Tang Zheng is young, and he should have been in the prime of his youth, but he was able to do this, which is impressive.

The Emperor of Heaven sighed secretly, Tang Zheng's extraordinariness was even better than he thought, which may be why Providence chose him.

He took a deep look at the statue of Fuxi, and said secretly: Ancestor, in the dark, could it be that all this is also your arrangement?

All this is indeed too coincidental, if the Nine Heavens Xuannu didn't bring him to the Heavenly Gate, he wouldn't have discovered the Book of Heaven, and the Heavenly Ancient Scroll would have been covered with dust, and it would never be connected with the Book of Heaven.

If all this is not fate, what will it be?

Others simply can't be explained.

The scene in front of Tang Zheng's eyes changed again, and the light converged together, and finally turned into the appearance of a person, vivid, as if smiling at him.

Seeing this person's face clearly, Tang Zheng was shocked, that one was very familiar, he was extremely surprised, and exclaimed: "Fuxi!"

This man is exactly like the statue, and he will look away. Fu Xi walked towards him step by step, he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that he was not moving.

Fuxi's coercion was so powerful that Tang Zheng couldn't imagine it at all.

Fu Xi seemed to be smiling, more vivid and lively than the statue, and his eyes seemed to have magical power, which instantly attracted Tang Zheng's gaze and immersed him.

Fu Xi walked up to him and slowly stretched out his fingers, the fingertips glowed slightly, but they did not look like cold shining blades, but gave people a very peculiar feeling.

The energy contained in those fingertips was earth-shattering, implicit but not revealed.

The fingertips were against Tang Zheng's chest, Tang Zheng subconsciously wanted to dodge, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only watch his fingertips against his chest.

The light disappeared from his chest in an instant, disappearing into his body, and before he could discern what was going on, his vision changed, rippling layer upon layer of ripples.

Fu Xi became blurred, the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger, more cordial, and he retreated step by step, like a tide.

The light in his body burst out, instantly flooding the five internal organs, the eight veins of the strange meridians, and rushing into his brain.

The words of the ancient scroll lit up and shone brightly, and at the same time, another text also appeared little by little.

This text is exactly the same as the handwriting of the Archatic.

Book from heaven!

Tang Zheng was overjoyed in his heart, although he had written down the contents of the Book of Heaven before, he had not generated such a Book of Heaven in his brain.

It was as if it were a copy of the Book of Heaven, vividly displayed in his mind, and the ancient scrolls of Tongtian were reflected in a mysterious way.

"Could it be that this is because of the Dao Meaning?" Tang Zheng's heart sank, and he remembered that he worshipped to obtain the Dao Meaning.

But apart from this bright light, there is no other gain, is that light the meaning of the Dao?

He was not mistaken, the light was indeed the Dao.

He worships sincerely, and he is a person who is destined, Fu Xi appeared, and as soon as he pointed out, the Taoist meaning was transmitted from his fingertips to Tang Zheng's heart.

Dao imagery spread rapidly to every part of his body like blood.

Daoyi activates the Book of Heaven.

When people in the world browse the Book of Heaven, even if they see the content of the Book of Heaven, without the Tao of Fuxi as a guide, the Book of Heaven will not play its full role.

Only the guidance of Fuxi Taoism is indispensable, and then the true effect of the Book of Heaven can be stimulated.

At this moment, Tang Zheng has done this and enjoyed this extraordinary harvest.

He confirmed his guess, secretly rejoiced in his heart, and quickly gathered his mind and studied the Book of Heaven little by little.

A trace of enlightenment seemed to moisten things silently, deep into his brain.

The true qi in his body was not turbulent, but rather as quiet as the water in the ancient well, without a trace of waves, but the true qi was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In particular, his ninth main meridian flashed with golden light, and in an instant, his whole person was shrouded in golden light, and his treasure was solemn, giving people a sense of oppression from the inside out.

The ninth main meridian was originally fused with the dragon vein in the mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, which was already extraordinary, and it seemed that under the stimulation of the Book of Heaven, the ninth main meridian was particularly active.

In the golden light, his body became transparent, and the nine main meridians could be seen clearly.

The others stared at this scene with wide eyes, and when they saw the ninth main meridian that looked like a golden dragon, except for the Heavenly Emperor and the Nine Heavens Xuannu, everyone else showed a look of horror.

Ordinary people only have eight main meridians, but Tang Zheng has nine main meridians, and his body structure is different from ordinary people, no wonder he is so powerful.

The Heavenly Emperor also looked at the ninth main meridian and was envious.

Although the Emperor of Heaven cultivated to a high level, he was also very envious of the body structure of Skywalker, which made Skywalker's combat effectiveness even higher when he cultivated the same as others.

The ninth main meridian can store more True Qi, and the strength and endurance of the battle are stronger, and it can play a more powerful role.

This is obvious.

Tang Zheng opened his mouth, and golden Sanskrit words flew out of his mouth.

"Jizo Sutra!"

The Nine Heavens Xuannu recognized it at a glance.

The golden Sanskrit texts are the Jizo Sutras, the unholy products that suppress Shura. As soon as the Dizang Sutra came out, Tang Zheng became more and more solemn, like a monk who had attained the Tao.

"What is the Jizo Sutra?" The Heavenly Emperor had never heard of the Jizo Sutra, and couldn't help but show a suspicious look.

In addition, when he inherited Fuxi Taoism, although he also had visions, he was quite different from Tang Zheng.

"It's an original set of exercises created by the King of the Ghost Realm, and it's not simple. "The Nine Heavens Xuannu also knows ominously about the Jizo Sutra, and can only give a general answer.

The Heavenly Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, and muttered to himself in surprise: "He still has a connection with the Ghost Realm, King Jizo, isn't the Ghost Realm respected by the Ten Halls of Yama? When did a King of Jizo appear?"

The Emperor of Heaven is not ignorant of the ghost world, the ghost world and the human world are each other's mother and son realm, and they have always been at peace.

But the Heavenly Emperor knew that the strength of the ghost world was extraordinary, and it had always been led by the Ten Hall Yama King, and he was not a good stubble, so he avoided it as much as possible.

The Nine Heavens Xuannu couldn't answer the Heavenly Emperor's question, and said stupidly: "Only he knows all this, he has been to the ghost world. ”

The Heavenly Emperor nodded suddenly, Skywalker is the Jiuyang Holy Body, and only with this special physique can he come and go freely in the ghost world and know so many things in the ghost world.

The Emperor of Heaven looked at Tang Zheng with burning eyes, and the Sanskrit of the Dizang Sutra flew and circled outside his body, and after a while, the Sanskrit text landed and covered Tang Zheng's body.

Sanskrit texts are connected to each other to form a garment-like thing.

"Robe!" the Emperor's pupils shrank, and something that had almost been forgotten appeared in the depths of his memory.

It was in a very long time, when hundreds of schools of thought contended, and all kinds of scholarship and magic formed their own schools and flourished, and it was a very prosperous and enlightened era.

Some say it was the best of times, others say it was the worst of times.

Because there were many possibilities in that era, in ancient times, after the budding cultivation and after experiencing the initial ignorance, it gradually flourished, and many schools were formed.

Hundreds of schools of thought contended, many geniuses were born, and many new-style cultivation methods were born, fiercely confronting and contending.

Among them, there is a Buddhist, the Buddhist's body is dressed in a robe, the treasure is solemn, the Buddha is chanted, and the bright light that blooms has left a strong mark in the era of a hundred schools of thought.

Buddhism pays attention to enlightenment, and cultivation pays great attention to chance, and there are very few disciples, and finally it declines and disappears from history.

The other schools are also about the same, like flowers, competing to bloom, and finally withering, leaving two factions, cultivators and martial artists.