Although the Bodhi Patriarch is a good corpse of one of the two saints in the West, he is a person in the Taoist sect, has his own independent personality, and does not want to intervene in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism.

Therefore, when Ao Xun asked him about his views on the spread of Buddhism to the east, he was naturally not happy.

Isn't your West Sea Dragon Palace next to Lingshan? Duobao is there, you can ask him, what are you doing here?

Could it be that you can't go to Elysium, thirty-three days away, so you came here to find me?

Really, I'm the microphone of Zhun Ti?

If you dragon clan really want to talk to the two sages of the West, you can go to the disciple Maitreya Buddha.

What's the use of looking for me?

Although I am a good corpse of a quasi-Daoist person, I am now a person from the Dao Gate, and I don't want to participate in this kind of thing at all.

"Ancestor, I ......" Bing Xue's smart Ao Xun naturally heard the impatience in Patriarch Bodhi's words, and he was a little panicked at the moment.

"Okay, you can go back," Patriarch Bodhi waved his hand lightly and said indifferently, "Tell your father, in this matter, you dragon clan had better be cautious." ”

"Alas, it's better to go to Lingshan." Ao Xun sighed, his beautiful eyes full of disappointment.

Now the dragon clan is no longer the behemoth in the desolation countless years ago. For the sake of the dragon's future, her father and his three uncles are extremely worried.

Heavenly Court, Lingshan and Dongsheng Shenzhou, which is in charge of the Daomen, and even some ancient powers that are not well-known, try their best to build a good relationship, and if they can, they will not be offended.

This time, the dragon clan also noticed the recruitment of Buddhism, so they sent someone to check in advance.

I wanted to get something out of the mouth of this father, the Bodhi Patriarch who has a close relationship with the Western sages, but I didn't think that people would like you at all.

"Juniors say goodbye."

After bowing to the Bodhi Patriarch, Ao Xun walked out of the study with disappointment.

After Ao Xun left, Patriarch Bodhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Buddhism is a good trend of heaven, but it is ......."

"I've stayed forever, so what does that have to do with me?"

There is a turquoise waterhole in the three-star cave of the slanting moon, there are countless swimming fish in the waterhole, and there is a boxy stone table in the center of the waterhole.

At this time, a white-clothed Taoist was sitting opposite each other across the stone table with a Tsing Yi Taoist.

There is a chessboard on the stone table, and there are also some black and white chess pieces on the chessboard.

Yang Xuan held the white chess pieces in his hand, looking at the chess game on the chessboard, as if thinking about something, his face was blank, and he refused to make a move.

Now the ordinary black chess pieces have formed an ambush on ten sides against the white chess pieces, and the white chess pieces have become the turtle in the urn, and they are powerless to fight back.

"Senior brother, it's your turn." Zhichen urged, but there was a confident expression on his face.

"Oh, got it."

Yang Xuan smiled bitterly and put down the white chess pieces, and then there was a crisp sound of falling pieces. After falling dozens of pieces, the black chess pieces finally began to change, from an ambush on all sides to a murderous and murderous atmosphere, and the "white dragon" formed by the white chess pieces began a siege and killing.

When Zhichen fell, Yang Xuan found that the chess game was clear, and the "Baizi Dalong" had been surrounded by all the sunspots, rushing left and right, and he could not kill the encirclement.

"Alas" Yang Xuan's expression was gloomy, he sighed regretfully, gently put down Baizi, and said with some loss, "I lost." ”

"Senior brother, don't be discouraged." Zhichen looked at the chess pieces on the chessboard, got up and put his hand on Yang Xuan, who bowed his head and was silent, and comforted, "We and other cultivators play chess, unlike those mortals, and what we play is not strategy, but the perception of the Great Dao. ”

"Perception of the avenue?" Yang Xuan raised his head, his face showing a look of confusion. But soon, the confusion on Yang Xuan's face flashed, and he praised repeatedly, "What Senior Brother said is extremely true, Senior Brother has been taught." ”

Unlike mortals who only play for entertainment, the monks in the flood wilderness play chess more to exchange their perceptions of the Heavenly Dao.

Although Yang Xuan is talented, his cultivation time is still shallow, and his understanding of the Tao is not as good as Zhichen, who has been cultivating for three hundred years.

Therefore, the fiasco in this chess game is doomed.

"Senior brother's current cultivation must not be far from the day of becoming an immortal." Zhichen changed his words and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that he will be the first person in the 'Leaning Moon Three-Star Cave' in the future, and it must be the junior brother." ”

"Senior brother is serious," Yang Xuan hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Senior brother, I have only been cultivating for a long time, and I am not ready to cross the tribulation." ”

"What does that junior brother mean ......"

"The matter of becoming an immortal is better to slow down first, and let's talk about it in three or five years," Yang Xuan showed a look of helplessness, "The cultivation is too fast, and I am a little uncomfortable." ”

Yang Xuan's words are true, he has only been cultivating for five years and has reached the realm of refining the Void and Combining the Dao, and this kind of talent can definitely be labeled as "talented" in the immortal realm...... Although there is also the reason why Yang Xuan shuttles to other worlds to get opportunities.

"What the junior disciple said is extremely true," Zhichen sat down again, and said earnestly, "We cultivators pay attention to understanding the subtleties of nature and conforming to the way of heaven, rather than just meditating and cultivating all day long. ”

"Well, junior brother understands." Yang Xuan nodded knowingly. Wu Xuan is naturally confident about becoming an immortal, after all, if he wants to become an immortal here, it is much easier than his hometown.

But even if he stepped into the realm of earth immortals, Yang Xuan didn't have the courage to return to his hometown.

Those supremes in the forbidden area of life are not fools, and Yang Xuan, who can live forever, is tantamount to "Tang monk meat" in their eyes. Such a weak chicken, but the body is full of life essence "immortals", if you swallow it in one bite...... I am afraid that the benefits obtained are not even comparable to a dark turmoil.

Moreover, the monks in their hometown are also very effective in combat. To put it bluntly, his hometown is a training ground made by the Emperor of the Wasteland, if you can't win, you will wait for the end of your life, and if you win, you can enter the fairy realm.

Those great emperors, quasi-emperors, even if they release the flood and explode an earth immortal, a heavenly immortal or something, it is proper.

So let's honestly take it to the Honghuang to cultivate, and don't have the idea of returning to our hometown before cultivating to become a golden immortal.

"By the way, junior brother, you shouldn't have refined a magic weapon yet, right?" Zhichen remembered something and hurriedly asked.

Yang Xuan nodded and replied, "Senior brother, I really don't have a magic weapon refining now. ”

"In that case, you might as well take advantage of this time to try refining magic weapons," Zhichen said with a smile, "You've been busy cultivating all these years, but you've been negligent in refining weapons." ”

"That's right." Yang Xuan's face showed a deep groan, and then he said lightly, "I'll go to the library pavilion later." ”