At the top of Taihe Mountain, Zhou Fan sat alone on the stone bench, looked at the blank chessboard on the stone table, and sighed deeply.

It has been one hundred and forty years since I came to this world, and it should be described in four words: things are people, not people.

From the beginning, I focused on learning knowledge, and tried not to have too much to do with others, so as not to increase the sadness of the old person when he passed away.

Those who are familiar with themselves and have feelings are none other than Xuzhu and Chen Daosheng.

There are also three destined people, Zhiwen, Zhao Mao, and Hua Kui.

As for the others, they are either not impressed or have no feelings.

It's all gone, and there is no feast in the world, but the truth will last forever.

Sense the luck.

The vast Heavenly Dao instinctively wanted to restore everything to its original state, but the Dongying Dragon Vein was like a Dinghai Divine Needle, and no matter how much the Heavenly Dao struggled, it couldn't return to its original trajectory.

Zhou Fan picked up a chess piece and muttered, "This is the last chess piece that the old man has fallen in this world."

Heaven will not prevail against me. ”

As the chess pieces fell, a sound reached Wang Chongyang's ears.

"Chongyang, I hope you can go to the desert and find a man named Temujin to help him unify Mongolia.

At the same time, I preach the true religion, only the faith is preached, not the truth, and the more the better.

This matter is completed, for the sake of the teacher to ensure the longevity and health of your children and grandchildren for hundreds of generations. ”

Wang Chongyang, who was grinding with Lin Chaoying's ears and temples in the ancient tomb, was excited, and then bowed to the sky with great joy: "Chongyang obeys the will of the master." ”

It was already dark, and only a few sparse stars shimmered faintly in the inky night sky.

Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying carried the soft to the desert, and as for the gold and silver given by Tong Yuanbai, part of it was left to Quan Zhen, and part of it was stored in the ancient tomb, and when it was needed, they would come back to get it.

......

And Zhou Fan just sat on the stone bench, slowly closed his eyes, and tried his best to convince the nine breaths, striving for the consummation of the law as soon as possible.

In the past, it was necessary to ensure the quality of the teaching movement and use it against heaven and earth, so Zhou Fan was quite cautious in accepting disciples, and even when his disciples accepted disciples, he had to secretly manipulate them.

Now that the dragon vein has been completed, I need a large number of sectarians to worship spiritual power for myself, and there is no need to guarantee the quality.

Time flies, and the vicissitudes of life.

The dust gradually covered Zhou Fan's body, and vegetation climbed up.

Temujin, with the help of Wang Chongyang, unified Mongolia several years ahead of schedule.

Because every time the tribe goes out on an expedition, as long as they worship the true ancestor, they can always win a big victory.

In the second year after the establishment of Mongolia, Temujin established the Quanzhen Religion as a state, and ordered that every household should have a statue of the ancestor of the Quanzhen Patriarch and worship it day and night.

Shamanism, which was originally the state religion, declined and completely disappeared from the stage of history.

Zhou Fan's idol is also full of firepower, anyway, the believer's incense can't be used by himself, so he simply acts on the believer.

Almost everything is answered, and if there is no response, then the believer is not religious enough.

As the number of believers increased, so did the number of believers who joined the Quanzhen.

Among the high-ranking officials in Mongolia, almost half of them are Quanzhen Christians, and almost all of the Mongols are proud to join the Quanzhen Sect.

It's just that there are conditions for joining the Quanzhen Sect, and the civil and military forces must at least occupy the same.

Literati who read poetry and books have much higher mental power than ordinary people.

A strong martial artist, although the upper limit of mental power is not high, he cannot withstand the fast speed of producing spiritual power.

After the unification of Mongolia, expansion began.

Because the Great Song Dynasty in the south was too powerful and was blocked by thousands of miles of desert, the Mongols had to expand to the west.

Another reason is that the state religion of the Great Song Dynasty is also a true religion, and in the eyes of the Mongols, those in the west are pagans.

But Da Song's eyes were on the sea.

After so many years of shipping, the Great Song Dynasty tasted the sweetness, and constantly sent fleets to explore unknown seas.

Discover many continents and conquer the local natives.

The followers of the Quanzhen Religion gradually spread all over the world......

In 1260 AD, the once-glorious Mongol Empire began to fall apart due to internal power seizures, and became small states.

On this day, the sun finally showed its face on the horizon like a dazzling shrine.

The blazing, red and intoxicating flame was spreading and leaping at the end of the vast earth, cutting off the long night in the far east.

"Click......"

A crack appeared on a solid stone on the top of Taihe Mountain, and bursts of fragrance emanated from the crack.

Everything recovered, and the flowers and trees in a radius of hundreds of miles of Taihe Mountain began to grow wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Both animals and people feel refreshed, full of strength, and have a disease to eliminate diseases, and prolong their lives without diseases.

Thundered......

The earth is trembling, the mountains are undulating.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be frightened, and ran out desperately, revealing the clear blue sky.

The wind is blowing...... Like a tiger's roar, like a dragon's roar, like a long sigh of heaven and earth.

Bang.

The stone exploded, and a figure swelled rapidly.

One Zhang......

Ten Zhang......

Baizhang ......

"Look! What is that? ”

"Is that an immortal, why is it so huge? ”

"He's still getting bigger, oh my God, we're not going to be trampled to death by him. ”

"Isn't this the true ancestor master, the biggest idol in the Taoist temple is him. ”

"It's really the True Ancestor!"

"Hurry up, Xiaohu hurry up and kneel down and worship the ancestor. ”

"Zhen Tianzhen Martial Spirit should bless the Holy Demon Emperor for the final calamity, please bless your believers with a safe life. ”

“OhMyPatriarch”

"Master, is that the Buddha?"

"That's not the Buddha, that's the ancestor of the Quanzhen Sect, and it's also the Zhentian True Martial Spirit Yingyou Holy Demon Ultimate Tribulation Emperor. ”

"His name is so long, Junbao can't remember it. ”

"The Quanzhen Sect calls him Master Zu, let's call him the Emperor Zhenwu. ”

......

Finally, Zhou Fan's law phase swelled to three thousand zhang, covering the sky and the sun, and his head already existed at a height of thousands of miles.

Most of the people in the world could see Zhou Fan's face, kneeling and praying with fanatical faces.

This is a miracle, the ancestor they have worshiped for decades has finally appeared.

Zhou Fan's true body existed in the head of the law phase, and he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw that Faxiang's mouth was slightly open, aiming at the rising sun, and he launched nine breaths of convincing, controlling only the essence of the sun and the moon.

The sun's rays began to retract into a line like a searchlight, pouring into the mouth of the Dharma Phase.

The sky darkened suddenly, and the body of the law phase emitted a little fluorescence, and after a while, it seemed to break through a certain boundary, and the law phase continued to expand.

Zhou Fan had a feeling that the Law Phase Realm had become endless.

When the law phase reached five thousand zhang, Zhou Fan stopped convincing for nine breaths and no longer continued to let the law phase expand.

Then his head lowered slightly, and he looked deeply at the entire Great Song.

I have done enough, I am destined to be a person who pursues the truth, and the identity of the Han people has always been a fetter, and today it is broken.

In the future, there should be no such world similar to the ancient world of the original world.

Faxiang's face smiled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, it dissipated into heaven and earth.

Shaolin Temple.

Now that Buddhism is declining, it can be said that it is surviving.

After more than 170 years, Zhou Fan returned to Shaolin Temple.

The crimson courtyard wall showed this crack, and when I walked in, there were people living in several side halls, and a ragged old monk sat on a broken futon peeling garlic.

The Buddha statue in the Daxiong Treasure Hall has been a little blue, and there is a single incense bunch inserted in the bronze incense tripod, which is burning with smoke, and there is no believer who is incense.

A closer look shows that there are less than a hundred monks in the temple. In the fields below the mountain, more than 20 young monks are plowing.

Zhou Fan stood in the main hall and looked up at the Buddha statue with a compassionate face.

For a long time, for a long time......

"Hey, to be honest, the old man still doesn't understand what a Buddha is.

If it is really wisdom and enlightenment, why don't you persuade the world to learn knowledge?

If you don't have enough knowledge, where you can cultivate wisdom.

If you don't have enough knowledge, where will you be enlightened? ”

After that, Zhou Fan closed his eyes and casually scanned the picture of the future.

A Shaolin monk who managed the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion found the Jiuyang Gong that had been left by the Xuzhu from the Lenga Sutra and passed it on to his disciples.

The disciple admired the immortal Tao, and ten years later, he returned to the world and found the Taiji stone tablet left by Chen Daosheng on the top of Taihe Mountain.

He immediately founded a Taoist sect: Wudang.

The main deity enshrined is Emperor Zhenwu.

And Taihe Mountain was also renamed Wudang Mountain.

Interesting, interesting......

A gust of wind blew, and Zhou Fan's figure dissipated.

In the direction of Taihe Mountain, the Tiangang Sutra burst out with a thousand feet of light, like a round of white sun.

The whole world turned white, and in an instant it was back to normal.

"Go, go. ”

A mysterious old voice sounded in the minds of all the True Christians all over the world.

"Master Zu is gone, he must have gone to the fairy world. ”

"Master Zu has gone all the way. ”

"Congratulations to the Emperor on his return to the Immortal Realm. ”

......

"Master. In the Kaifeng Tong Mansion, Tong Yuanbai knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"Congratulations to the Master (Patriarch) for his ascension. Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying knelt down and bowed to the east.

On the West Lake, the old man sighed deeply.

"Uncle Shizu. ”