Fuxi's retreat was not just to recuperate from his injuries, he saw beyond the three realms! He must try to deduce it using the innate Bagua method.

There were still such terrifying existences in the chaos, which made Fuxi worried.

Once powerful outsiders invade and there are no saints in the Three Realms, how can we resist them?

In pursuit of a glimmer of hope, things in the Three Realms can be put aside for the time being.

"good."

Hearing this, the other two emperors breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Fuxi has nothing major to do, everything else is trivial.

"Dayu is back. Staying in Huoyun Palace is not the same thing. Tell him that his old friend's time is running out. Go and meet him."

Fuxi shook his head, walked to his palace and began to retreat.

Dayu was plotted by Buddhism, and now he is sitting in the Fire Cloud Palace, unwilling to set foot in the Three Realms.

"Wuzhiqi..."

Human Emperor Xuanyuan and Earth Emperor Shennong looked at each other.

Without fighting or knowing each other, Dayu and Wuzhiqi could be regarded as both enemies and friends.

Wuzhi Qi, Red Shiri Horse and Monkey, Weapon Sea Zijin Liang. (The plot requires it, it’s just made up.)

…

Within the abyss of the East China Sea, the aura of the ancestral dragon is sluggish.

"Brother, how are you?"

Ancestor Zhulong’s face turned pale.

If there is something wrong with the eldest brother, and Heaven wants to liquidate it, then the Dragon Clan will be doomed!

"Don't worry, he won't die yet. Chan's bastard is quite cruel."

Zu Long said with emotion.

The four heavenly emperors were too decisive, and the Zhou Tianxing Formation exploded. The immortals and gods who had set up the formation were also wiped out. An unknown number of heavenly soldiers and generals died. The most important thing was that the gods of Doube were basically wiped out.

Most of them are immortal gods who intercept religions. How can the Holy Mother endure it?

"Next, the Dragon Clan will keep a low profile and wait until my injury recovers."

Zulong warned, and he felt that the Chaos Divine Phoenix was about to revive.

When the time comes to combine their efforts, if they still don’t believe in the orthodoxy of destroying them, they will not be called traitors!

"Explanation? Very good!"

Mother Lishan first looked at the teacher, then at Kunlun Mountain, planning the Immortal Killing Sword Formation.

Just bear with him for a while!

A little impatience will mess up a big plan!

However, after Duobao summoned him, is he really still the same senior brother as before?

Mother Lishan was a little hesitant.

…

A feast on one day, a banquet on two days;

Pay today, thank you tomorrow.

The Buddhist scripture-seeking team stayed in Fengxian County for half a month, and finally made up their minds to say goodbye and leave.

"The holy monks and elders, the lower officials paid for the private land, built temples with others, erected shrines, carved names on seal tablets, and enjoyed the sacrifices of the people of Fengxian County at all times."

The prince spoke.

This is not his decision alone, this is public opinion.

Unlike the gods and Buddhas who only enjoy the incense of the human world and have no effect at all, these elders and heroes are capable of dealing with them, and they will really take action if something happens!

The princes and princes simply overthrew all the nunneries and temples, and all the Taoist priests and monks moved to the newly built temple to offer incense.

The statues of gods and Buddhas, whether made of gold or made of clay, were all beaten to a pulp, melted and refined, and used in the construction of the temple here.

The group followed the princes to watch, and all the people they met along the way came to express their gratitude.

"The master who came to this world as an Arhat is compassionate!"

"Grandpa Holy Monk lives my family!"

The people chanted, their eyes full of gratitude.

Tang Sanzang raised his eyes and saw that there were still people on both sides of the street, but it was different from when they entered the city. Although these people were still thin, blood color appeared on their faces, and their eyes were no longer numb and desperate.

For simple people, they don't ask for much, just enough food and clothing.

They all know who is good to them.

Everyone has a steelyard in his heart.

When people are poor, they place their hopes on gods and Buddhas, but when they receive no response, their hopes turn into despair.

At this time, the Buddhist scripture collection team came and saved a whole county of people.

Nowadays, who among serious people still believes in gods and Buddhas?

Believe in the holy monk and gain eternal life!

When we arrived at the temple, we saw the majestic pavilions and the magnificent mountain gate.

"Holy Monk Elder, please leave your name for this."

The prince said respectfully.

"Let's call it Pure Land Zen Temple."

Tang Sanzang touched his chin and then said.

"Pure land? Very good! Very good!"

The prince muttered.

But no, the saints, monks and heroes spread clouds and rain here, turning this place into a pure land where there were thousands of miles of bare land and people dying of hunger everywhere.

This name is also very appropriate.

"This temple is nice, I will stay here for another day."

Tang Sanzang raised his eyebrows and then said.

“What an honor!”

The princes and princes were overjoyed. When the other people heard that the saintly monks and heroes were staying at the Pure Land Zen Temple, they all came to offer incense and thank Tang Sanzang and his companions for their help in living.

Those who believe in the social holy religion in Jisaiguo and Liangshan Temple have once again improved their cultivation, and each of them is becoming more dedicated to preaching.

With the quasi-holy Buddha, Maharaja Buddha, sitting at the fore, Liangshan Temple is not afraid of ordinary demons and ghosts at all. It preaches to the west and quietly eats up the incense that erodes Buddhism.

"Master, the ancestor of our clan..."

Xiao Bailong put away his feather fan and asked a little worriedly.

The Ancestral Dragon is the pillar of the dragon clan. If something unexpected happens, the situation will become very dangerous with so many enemies that the dragon clan has provoked.

"It doesn't matter, Zulong can't die."

Tang Sanzang waved his hand.

Just kidding, who can kill him with half a step of Hunyuan and the body protection of Chaos Bead, the Supreme Treasure of Chaos? Even if a real saint comes, it will take a lot of effort!

Hearing this, Xiao Bailong breathed a sigh of relief. The master would definitely not lie to him. If he said that the ancestor could not die, then he would definitely not die.

"The Golden Hoop Immortal is about to be resurrected."

Tang Sanzang said.

"What!"

Wuyun Immortal, Qiu-headed Immortal, Spirit Tooth Immortal, etc. all became excited when they heard this.

Golden Hoop Immortal is alive and well, and they haven't seen each other for who knows how long.

"Um."

Tang Sanzang nodded, waved his hand, and a ball of golden light appeared in his left hand.

With another wave of his hand, a ginseng fruit appeared in his right hand.

"Bang!"

The ginseng fruit turned into a ball of energy and life, and was photographed by Tang Sanzang into the golden light.

The figure of a Taoist comes from nothing, turns from virtual to real, and is derived from flesh and blood.

Golden Hoop Immortal, the late stage of Daluo Golden Immortal Realm!
To be continued...