In the realm of the flood wasteland, now the immortals gather, gathered in the East China Sea, and asked the abbot fairyland, the auspicious clouds rolled, the neon was colorful, and everyone was surging and couldn't help themselves. Ten thousand auspicious clouds, a group of immortals, or a group, or alone, or riding a beast, or sitting on a treasure, the clothes are fluttering, the fragrance is floating, the scene is spectacular.

The immortal mountains, blessed lands, and caves in the wilderness rise from time to time and are full of auspicious rainbows, all of which look at the East China Sea, but they have the same idea, hoping to be lucky enough to hear the sound of the avenue and go to the next level. This is a common practice, when you don't see the six saints of the heavens in the past, they have preached and taught, and countless ancient golden immortals have benefited a lot from this, and since then they have looked down on the heavens and shocked the party.

Many cultivators, regardless of orthodoxy or foreign ways, Xuanmen or Buddhism, want to go to the East China Sea to offer congratulatory gifts, and they are lucky to be included in the saint's gate wall. Even if I can't, I hope to be able to listen to the saint's sermon and understand the mystery of life and death, which is a great opportunity.

The immortals soared through the clouds and mist, crossing the void, and there were countless streamers in the sky, like a meteor shower under the blue sky and white sun. Standing in the clouds, looking down at the East China Sea, a fairy island is suspended, purple clouds are circling, Rui Qi is rushing into the sky, Luan Feng is harmonious, and it is peaceful and victorious.

The ocean is far away, and the water is full of potential. The auspicious light cages the universe, and the rui qi shines on the mountains and rivers. Thousands of layers of snow roar in the sky, and thousands of stacks of smoke and waves surging. The water flies in all directions, and the waves roll around. The water flies and thunders, and the waves roll around with thunderbolts.

Don't talk about the water potential, and look at the middle.

The town is full of oceans, and Weining Yaohai. The tide of the town is the ocean, the tide is surging and the silver mountain fish enters the hole, and the Weining Yao Sea, the waves are turning over the snow and the waves are miraged. The corners of water and fire are high and the East China Sea is towering. Danya strange stones, cutting walls and peaks. On the cliff, the colorful phoenix sings, and before the wall is cut, the unicorn lies alone. Listen to the rooster crowing at the peak, and watch the dragon enter and exit every time the grottoes are watched. There are longevity deer fairy foxes in the forest, and there are spirit birds and cranes in the trees. Yao grass and strange flowers are not grateful, green pines and cypresses are elusive. Immortal peaches often bear fruit, and the bamboo is left in the clouds. A ravine vine is dense, and the grass of the original embankment on all sides is new. It is the Baichuan Optimus Prime, the root of the earth that cannot be moved by all catastrophes.

At this time, the abbot fairyland portal is wide open, hanging the reeds and coloring, waiting for all the gods, because of the large number of people, can only set up the reed canopy on the periphery of the island, for a group of immortals and Buddhas to meditate and rest, and the important guests are not coming, so the abbot fairyland is surging with thousands of immortals, the blood is rushing into the sky, like a dragon and a phoenix, and there are thousands of colors.

There are many immortals and the flow of gods, countless, so they have to choose a position on the plains, grasslands, mountains and forests, low peaks, and mounds around the abbot's fairyland, and they have condensed the clouds and gathered colors, turned into futons, or lotus platforms, or ruyi, or gourds, or flat boats, sitting upright and participating in meditation, waiting for the Tianzun Dharma.

Xuan Xian and the others only dare to occupy the stone steps of Baoshan on Shangxian Island, arranged according to the cultivation of generations, and do not dare to make times, after all, this is a saint's dojo, no matter how unruly everyone is, they will not dare to do anything wrong here, otherwise not only will the saint be angry, but even the immortals will crush him to death.

And the golden immortal stream is only located halfway up the mountainside, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the cranes are flying, but the scenery is infinite, and the regret of not being able to meet the Holy Venerable can be solved a little.

Taiyi Jinxian can reach the top of the mountain, but it is still on the periphery, and can only sit on the lotus platform of the lake.

The abbot fairyland is manifested as a fragment of chaos, how vast, and here is where the foundation of the Xuangui is located, above the fairy island, there are thousands of lakes, which are planted with countless spiritual roots and immortals, the medicinal fragrance is fragrant, the fairy qi is dense, the brilliance is overflowing, people are envious and pitiful, many of them are extinct when the ancient flood was in the wilderness, and now it can only be seen in the saint's dojo, many people have never seen it, only hear its name, not see its shape.

At this moment, suddenly the nine heavens fell above the thousands of feet of clear air, insignificant, vast, pure and immaculate, clear and fragrant, permeating the Zhou Tian, all the immortals heard it, fluttering immortals, the golden bell masterpiece, the jade pan rang, curling up, and the golden flowers fell.

The sound of the recitation of the moral essay sounded, at first like a whisper in the ear, then suddenly rising, and finally like a lion roaring, the thunder rolling, deafening, and the immortals were shocked and looked up.

I saw more than ten auspicious clouds floating, and on them were Taoist people wearing Taoist robes and crowns on their heads.

But it was the disciples of the Sect who came hand in hand to congratulate the Daoist of No Return on his achievement of the saint throne, only to see these twelve golden immortals, one by one to achieve the Taiyi Dao Fruit, and even more, he has already achieved the throne of Da Luo, which is among the ten thousand immortals, and he is also one of the best moral people, which has aroused the envy of all the immortals, and he is worthy of being a saint disciple, which is extraordinary.

Just when a group of golden immortals of exposition came, they saw that in the abbot's fairyland, in the cave sky, a streamer flew out, but when they saw the boundless water vapor, the auspicious clouds condensed into a lotus seat, taking care of the Quartet, and Lu Er, the great disciple of the founding mountain under the seat of the Taoist of no return, held the Xuanyuan water control flag to show his figure, and said to the group of exposition golden immortals: "Fusheng immeasurable Tianzun, poor road Lu Er, on the order of the family teacher, came to greet all the teachers and brothers." ”

Looking at Lu Er, who looked like a monkey, but was like a moral cultivator, the monk did not dare to slack off, and a trace of color flashed in the eyes of the Taoist who burned the lamp, in the Zixiao Palace back then, the Taoist ancestor had a saying, the law does not pass on the six ears, and now this six-eared macaque worships under the door of the Daojun of No Return, but he has become a great disciple of the saint, compared to himself, how lucky.

Especially after glancing at the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag in the hands of the six-eared macaque, the envy in the eyes of the people who burned the lamp was even worse, but fortunately, in the end, it was the power of the wilderness, and the lamp could also control the changes in his heart.

"There is Senior Brother Lao Luer. "The person of the Burning Lamp Dao is the deputy sect leader of the Sect of Interpretation, even if he does not have real power, he should say this.

Lu Yi returned the salute when he heard this, and led the people into the cave to settle down.

Not long after the monk sat down, not far from the East China Sea, there was a continuous cloud agitation, in which lightning flashed and thundered, and strands of dark green demon qi erupted out, black smoke and miasma, like the demon clan gathering and dispersing, but in that demon cloud, there were also a lot of clear light agitation, as if Tai Chi was one, yin and yang twins, this might, compared to the time when the golden immortal of the exposition of the teaching, I don't know how many generations older.

Seeing this, Lu Yi recognized that it was the Sect Interception Monk who had descended, and immediately confessed to the Sect Sect Sect Golden Immortal, then got up and went out of the cave to greet the Sect Interception Monk.

After a short time, I saw dozens of Sectarian Golden Immortals, Duobao Daoists, Our Lady of Golden Spirit, Our Lady of Turtle Spirit, Our Lady of Wudang, Sanxiao, Zhao Gongming, etc., all seated one by one, similar to the monks of the Sect.

As the sect interception monk also arrived, another purple light landed in mid-air, only to see an old man crossing the void, a treasure map in his hand evolving and changing, Lu Yi saw this and stepped forward to greet him, but it was the head of the sect, the Xuandu Grand Master.

(End of chapter)