In Bianjing City, a crowd of people who were pressed by the black fell to their knees on both sides of the road, and they didn't know if they regarded Xuankong as a heavenly immortal who was like a mortal kowtow and burned incense.

On the street, the sky fell from the sky, and the glow on his body was all hidden. He didn't know how many years he had been cultivating in the Infernal Vajra Hell, he hadn't set foot in the mortal world for countless years, and now looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, Xuan Kong's heart couldn't help but feel like a world away

He was a human womb for both lives, and once upon a time he was only one of these ordinary people. But now, I don't know when he started, he is already far away from this world, although he still doesn't understand the reason, but with Xuankong's sensitive ears and eyes, how can he not see that the object of worship of these Great Song Dynasty people is himself?

I don't know when it began, and there are some plausible legends that are popular all over the world.

Xuankong's heart is bright, which is probably indispensable to the credit of the White Lotus Sect under Chiweizi, the White Lotus Sect naturally needs a reliable immortal Buddha to lean on the façade in the world. In the past, he was the Maitreya Buddha of the Eastern Heavenly Bliss, and now he is naturally the Great Song Dynasty National Teacher's Holy Grace Chonghua Zhenjun.

If it was in the past, in the face of such immortal names, Xuankong would still be proud in his heart, but now after some meditation in the Infernal Vajra Hell, somehow Xuankong's heart of victory has gradually faded.

Alas, sentient beings are still in the habit of it

Under the Infernal Vajra Hell, Xuankong has seen the situation of the Three Realms being corrupted under the remnants of sentient beings. Cultivators are already stealing from the sky, and the more powerful the people, the more powerful the erosion of the Three Realms will be.

Even Xuankong himself couldn't measure in his heart whether his creation of the cultivation system was a good deed or an evil cause for the Three Realms of Heaven and Earth.

Without paying attention to his disciple's compliments to himself in front of the old monk, Xuankong raised his head and looked at Bianjing, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty. In his eyes, even this worldly imperial city, which is second to none among the four continents, is actually nothing more than that.

It's just that what attracts him is a sense of déjà vu. One in the heart of Xuankong. Like the breath of a master and a father.

Xuankong couldn't help but feel a little rippling in his heart, and he couldn't care about the emotion of what was wrong in his heart, and stretched out his hand to stop Chiweizi's boasting, and said with a smile: "This is not the place to talk, you come with me!"

The monks of the ten directions are looking up and down the Xuankong with the eyes of a cherished animal. Suddenly, I was startling when I heard this true god speak, but I saw Xuankong wave his sleeve robe, and suddenly there was a burst of fragrant wind on the flat ground, and everyone was instantly lifted up in the coercion of the cloudy sky.

Xuankong has now cultivated the Taiyi Golden Immortal Dao, and the flying speed of the cloud head under his feet has long been extraordinary, and it has already flown to the position in the middle of Bianjing City in just a moment.

At the foot is the Great Song Palace, but Chiweizi can see clearly, his master does not see the reflection of the palace in his eyes, only a Taoist temple courtyard meets his eyes.

From the clouds, this Taoist temple is built next to the Great Song Palace, and it covers an extremely large area. I don't know which true god and Buddha can have the honor of living next to the emperor in the incense ancestral hall of the human world.

Xuankong stood quietly for a while, and when the old monk was speculating in his heart, he finally descended auspicious clouds and gently fell in front of the Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple is not an ordinary family, but it is the mansion of today's national teacher, and several large guards guarding the door are not panicked when they see an auspicious cloud falling from the sky. Only one by one. With a cold face, he asked, "Who are you, you dare to disturb the purity of the National Teacher's Mansion!"

Who in the Great Song Dynasty doesn't know the art of imperial sword founded by the national teacher?

These Ouchi guards held the hilt of the sword in their hands, and they all had the courage to compare themselves with the immortals with the immortal sword given by this master.

Xuankong was silent, not understanding when Yimei Dao Chang became the Great Song National Teacher. If it were in other places, Hugh said that these few human warriors who had not yet stepped into the realm of Jindan, even if they were Taiyi Heavenly Immortals, they might not be able to stop Xuankong's footsteps, but this Taoist temple

It is when the sky is hesitating. Chiweizi flashed from behind him, and said coldly: "This is the Dao Master Master, the Great Song National Master in front of you!"

These Ouchi guards don't recognize Xuankong, but they know Chiweizi, and they all know that he is the junior disciple of the current Emperor Sheng, and he is also the head of the current national teacher's mansion. Think about it again. Chivino's master

Isn't that the current holy teacher, the holy grace of the royal pen to worship the true monarch Xuankong ** master?

Several of the inner guards thought about this, and they were all shocked, and they hurriedly bowed down and fell to the ground.

In front of the National Teacher's Mansion, it was quiet for a while, and immediately the guards who knew the opportunity secretly played the trick. These guards are guarding the National Teacher's Mansion. I also learned some of the techniques of Tuna, which were passed down by some disciples of the Laoshan faction, so although the mana cultivation is not high, the spells that transmit information with one or two hands can still be cast.

In just a moment, the usually clean and silent National Teacher's Mansion was boiling and noisy, and four familiar figures walked out of the mansion. Xuankong's eyes were hot, and he hurriedly grabbed a few steps and bowed respectfully in front of the leading old dao: "Master, disciple Xuankong is back." ”

A hand gently patted Xuankong's shoulder, and the thin face of the elder of the eyebrows, which seemed to be forever calm and indifferent, finally couldn't help but show a hint of joy. Although the time between their master and apprentice is short, it is like a snap of a finger in the life of the immortals, but for the two of them, they have experienced twists and turns.

Now that they meet and reunite, even the Yimei Daoist is choked up and unable to speak, but he said again and again: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" He is already difficult to see the level of Taoism in the body of this Laoshan sect disciple, only this respect for himself as always, can also make Yimei Daoist find some familiar memories.

Xuankong stood up from the ground with the support of the elder of the eyebrows, and a pair of spiritual eyes slowly swept over the faces of several of his disciples. Chiweizi didn't mention it for the time being, he was still as flexible and jumpy as before, but the three disciples he received on the coast of the North Sea, Xuanqingzi, were much more resolute and calm on the surface, and it could be seen that during the period of time when Xuankong fell into the Infernal Vajra Hell, he still relied on these three disciples to support the survival and development of the Laoshan faction.

Of course, with the growing momentum of the Laoshan faction under the support of the Great Song Dynasty over the years, several of Xuankong's major disciples have already obtained their own real titles, and now they have to be called again: Chiwei Zhenren, Xuanqing Zhenren!

However, what made Xuankong feel most familiar and friendly was the somewhat slippery and somewhat philistine expression on the face of Wang Qi, the junior brother who had followed him for the longest time. "Senior brother, you're finally back, where have you been these days, let me eat and sleep well, and my body has lost weight several times, hahahaha"