Chapter 3411 The purpose of the three religions' founders is to make the world's m

Zhou Jue nodded without comment, stretched out his hand and pinched a handful of melon seeds from Zhou Mili's palm, and ate them leisurely, lazy and leisurely.

Seeing this, the Great Sage Master stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table, and also started to eat them, and did not forget to say to the black-clothed girl with an expectant look on her face.

"It tastes really good, no wonder you like to eat them, Xiao Mili!"

Zhou Mili saw that her melon seeds were recognized, and a pure and bright smile appeared on her little face. The corners of her mouth could not be suppressed, and she tried her best to make herself look more modest, and said excitedly.

"Right, I have to eat a big bag every day. If I don't eat them for a day, I feel like something is missing?"

Zhou Mili ate too many melon seeds, and her mouth was a little dry. She picked up Zhou Jue's teacup and drank the remaining tea.

Zhou Jue smiled dotingly, picked up the teapot and filled a glass of water for Xiao Mili again. The little girl didn't care about talking and drank it.

When Daozu and Buddha saw this scene, they also reached out to grab the melon seeds, tasted them, and gave good reviews, which made the little girl in black even more proud. Her smile was brighter than the bright sunshine, which made people smile.

The three founders of the three religions did not discuss the rise and fall of the world with Zhou Jue. It seemed that they just came to chat. After cracking the melon seeds and drinking tea, they left the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The old deaf boy frowned, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. He looked at the old scholar next to him with a puzzled look and asked.

"Old scholar, you are a scholar and know a lot. The founders of the three religions didn't say anything serious when they came here. Why did they all go back?"

The shabby old scholar sat on a bench with a hunched body, cracking the melon seeds offered by the little girl in black. His lips were flipping, and the melon seed shells flew everywhere. He glanced at the old deaf boy who was sincerely asking for advice, and said casually.

"There is no need to tell the purpose of the three founders of the religions!"

The old deaf man was confused. He hated these scholars who kept things a secret. If he could not beat this shabby old scholar, he would have drawn his sword and put it on his neck, slapped him twice, and made him play tricks on him.

"Old scholar, what do you mean by that?"

The old scholar rolled his eyes speechlessly, as if he was disappointed with the old deaf man's understanding, and said impatiently.

"A rotten wood can be carved!"

"The three founders of the religions came here to measure Zhou Jue's ability. Now that they have seen it, what else is there to say? Naturally, they will go back to their own homes!"

Among the three founders of the religions, only the Supreme Saint had seen Zhou Jue once and had a general understanding of his strength. The Taoist and Buddha ancestors did not know Zhou Jue's strength very well. They were worried that after they changed the world with Taoism, Zhou Jue would not be able to kill the Great Ancestor of the Wilderness and prove the fifteenth realm of Taoism. The human race would not have the power to suppress the alien races, and the three worlds would fall into turmoil.

Therefore, Zhou Jue directly chose to discuss Taoism with the three patriarchs. With the perfect cultivation of the fourteenth realm, he could compete with the fifteenth realm without losing. What else could the three patriarchs worry about? After they spread Taoism to the world, the human race would have no worries with Zhou Jue in charge. Even if there were some twists and turns, it would not change the status of the human race as the protagonist of the world.

In Qingluan Country, due to the chaos in the central part of Aquarius Continent, there was no peace on the mountains and the mountains. Many ferries going there had temporarily stopped, and there was no ferry on Shujian Lake. The two ferry crossings near Shujian Lake, in the important capital of a country and a sect on a mountain, were both in disaster and were trampled by the Dali Iron Cavalry. If Chen Pingan wanted to go to Shujian Lake, he could only go to the capital of Qingluan Country and try his luck. Otherwise, if he walked there, the journey would be too far.

One day, Chen Ping'an and his group were drinking porridge around the table. Suddenly, they all turned their heads to look at the courtyard outside the house. A snow-white figure floated out from the shadow of the corridor and stood still.

The young man in white clothes was full of vigor and vitality. His black hair was like a waterfall, scattered behind him. There was a red mole between his eyebrows, like cinnabar. His sword-like eyebrows were flying. His peach blossom eyes were particularly bright, with slightly raised corners, revealing a bit of unruly and majestic. With his hands behind his back, he walked leisurely in the garden, independent and ethereal like a fairy.

Pei Qian stared at the uninvited guest in a daze. His little hand took out the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman from his sleeve and quickly stuck it on his forehead, muttering to himself.

"The talisman protects Pei Qian, demons and ghosts, go away."

The charcoal-like girl regarded the young man in white as a ghost, staring at him with full vigilance, thinking in her heart that if the white-clothed ghost made a move, she would run away and leave it to her master and Lao Wei to deal with. She was still young, so she would not worry about having no firewood to burn. At most, she would come back to take revenge after 18 years of cultivation!

Chen Pingan put down his chopsticks, sighed, and showed a very troubled expression on his face, which puzzled the four people of Ouhua Fudi, and they all looked at the visitor.

In addition to the colorful clothes and appearance of the young man in white, it was impossible to tell the depth of his cultivation. Even whether he was a mountain immortal or a pure warrior, the four people could not judge, which made them feel uncertain, frowned, and became alert.

Chen Pingan stood up, walked to the threshold and stood still, staring at the young man in white, and asked.

"Why are you here?"

The young man in white had tears in his eyes, his lips trembling, and a touching expression. He rushed towards Chen Pingan crying and shouting, with his arms outstretched, as if he wanted to hug Chen Pingan and tell him about the pain of separation.

"My student came too late to save you, and you have suffered so much injustice. Your disciple Cui Dongshan will never redeem you even if he dies...ah...!"

Cui Dongshan's expression was exaggerated, and his movements were extremely large. His acting skills were really unbearable to watch.

Chen Pingan had a disgusted expression on his face, raised his right foot, and kicked this disgusting guy back.

When Pei Qian heard Cui Dongshan's words, his eyes widened suddenly, he stared at this hypocritical guy with evil eyes, and muttered secretly.

"Where did this guy come from? He actually dared to rob Master from me. Is he tired of living?"

Pei Qian's little hand unconsciously touched the bamboo sword at his waist. A flash of evil energy flashed in his eyes, and he was about to use his original demon-sealing sword technique to teach this annoying guy a lesson.

The boy in white was kicked away by Chen Ping'an's lightning-like kick. His figure was like a fallen leaf in the air, spinning countless times, his sleeves fluttering like an immortal crushing white clouds. Every move was full of inexplicable beauty, even Pei Qian, who hated him, couldn't help but be attracted by his charm, and developed a sense of inferiority.

Cui Dongshan stood still on the ground again, trotted up to Chen Pingan, touched the corners of his tear-filled eyes, and cried emotionally.

"My husband has been living and sleeping all the way, traveling more than a million miles around the world. It's been hard work, it's been too hard! The students can't be by your side to relieve my husband's worries. Damn it, it's so damn hard!"

Cui Dongshan is like a sycophant in the court, with an exaggerated expression and a hypocritical tone that makes people's skin crawl.

Zhu Lian and others immediately understood that Chen Ping'an once said that he had an unnamed disciple who studied at the Cliff Academy in Sui Dynasty and had superb chess skills that few others could match.

Chen Pingan rolled his eyes, ignored this disgusting guy, turned around and sat back at the table.

Cui Dongshan didn't feel embarrassed, so he entered the room and came to the table. He looked at Pei Qian with the yellow talisman on his forehead, smiled and said.

"Excuse me, please make room for me so that I can get close to Master and listen to your teachings!"

Pei Qian had the urge to draw his sword and kill this guy, but seeing that Chen Pingan had no objection, he reluctantly moved away and sat on the right side of Sui, staring at Cui Dongshan with his eyes, fearing that This guy stole his master.

Cui Dongshan himself was not polite at all. He took a pair of bowls and chopsticks and filled them with white porridge. Just when he was about to pick up a piece of fermented bean curd with his chopsticks, he stopped and started to perform again.

"The students are so heartbroken!"

Chen Pingan put down the porridge bowl in his hand, sighed, and asked straight to the point.

"What are you doing in Qingluan Country? I have to go to Cliff Academy to find you anyway?!"

"Is it because of the debate between Buddhism and Taoism that Emperor Tang is going to hold?"

Cui Dongshan had a look of pride on his face, raised his head high, and said in an extremely disdainful tone.

"It's just novices pecking each other. There's nothing good to see. I'm afraid I might accidentally..."

"Crack!"

Cui Dongshan put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and suddenly slapped himself in the face. Everyone was stunned and heard him speak again.

"You will die if you don't brag!"

Chen Pingan stopped asking Cui Dongshan the purpose of coming here and continued to drink porridge. Seeing this, everyone stopped staring at Cui Dongshan. Filling their stomachs was the most important thing.

There was only the little girl who was as black as coal, glaring at the young man in white who was devouring his chopsticks as if he were a starving ghost. He held the bamboo sword at his waist with his left hand and wanted to poke two holes in his body to see if he dared. Dare to steal the master from yourself.

After the meal, Zhu Lian and Pei Qian cleared the table. Chen Pingan took Cui Dongshan out of the yard and walked in the alleys. The ground was covered with bluestone slabs as smooth as mirrors. The young man in white followed Chen Pingan obediently, with two walls. The tall walls blocked the sunlight, making the light in the alley slightly dim, and the two of them seemed to blend into the shadows.

The rickety Zhu Lian stood in front of the kitchen, wiped his wet hands, looked sideways at Wei Xian who was sitting on the threshold, and asked.

"how?"

"The sun is rising!"

Wei Xian lowered his head and meditated, his brows filled with solemnity. After a long while, he slowly exhaled a breath and said with relief.

"His skin seems a little weird and hard to figure out!"

Lu Baixiang also participated in the discussion between the two, frowning slightly, and seemed to be very guarded against Cui Dongshan.

The one on Sui's right was silent, leaning against the wall with a long sword on his back, his expression cold and his eyes indifferent.

Pei Qian still had the yellow talisman on his forehead, and he was dancing the bamboo sword in his hand like a madman. There was a bit of fear on his face. He was both afraid of Cui Dongshan's ghost-like figure and angry at the young man in white. My emotions are very contradictory and complicated when I want to steal my master from myself.

In the alley, Cui Dongshan's pace quickened a little, and he walked alongside Chen Ping'an. He patted the wall lightly with his palms, looked at the straw-shoe boy, and spoke.

"I heard that Master has obtained the physical remains of Du Mao, a great monk in the Ascension Realm. It is equivalent to obtaining a small cave in heaven. If the dove occupies the magpie's nest, it is equivalent to having a smooth path to the upper five realms!"

Du Mao was killed by the Weiyin Immortal Sword, and his body fell into the hands of Chen Ping'an. The remains and collection of a great monk in the Ascension Realm are enough to allow an ordinary monk to practice smoothly to the upper five realms. It can be said to be heavenly. A great treasure of opportunity.

Chen Ping'an paused, turned his head and looked at the young man in white. The red mole between his eyebrows was like a bright sun, shining with unparalleled grace, and asked.

"Obey? Who did you listen to?"

"The mountain people have their own tricks, and the students still have some skills!"

"Do you want the physical remains of this Ascension Realm person?"

Chen Ping'an did not continue to question Cui Dongshan's source of information. He took steps again and asked in a calm voice.

"This rotten body of a disciple is originally the remains of an immortal left over from ancient times, and it is the body of a dragon from ancient Shu. It is even more rare than the remains of Du Mao's physical body."

Cui Dongshan shook his head. He did not covet the Du Mao relics and collection in Chen Pingan's hands. He continued with a smile on his handsome face.

"Of course, who can see this priceless good thing and not be greedy and excited? If the teacher takes pity on the student and gives Du Mao's body to the student with a wave of his hand, the student will definitely shed tears of gratitude and work hard for the teacher!"

Chen Ping'an ignored Cui Dongshan's climb along the pole and continued to walk forward. He understood that Cui Dongshan was reminding him that ordinary people were not guilty and were guilty of carrying the treasure. He should be careful of others coveting Du Mao's remains and causing trouble.

Chen Pingan and his team have grown again, with the addition of a flatterer who likes to follow Chen Pingan around. He does nothing on weekdays and is idle, appearing mediocre and mediocre.

On this day, Chen Ping'an and others came to a small county town. There was a Wenwu Temple in the city, but the incense in the Confucian Temple was dim, while the incense in the Wu Temple was strong. It is said that the Wu Temple can protect people and make money, and it is very effective.

At night, the moonlight poured down like water and spread on the ground. Chen Pingan and Cui Dongshan came to Wen Mo Temple. The two of them entered the Confucian Temple first. The person worshiping in the temple was a civil servant with the posthumous title Wenzhen Gong in the history of Qingluan Kingdom. He once served as an official in the local prefecture and county and benefited the country.

During the day, Chen Ping'an was on a ridge in the distance, overlooking the entire county. He vaguely noticed that there were dark clouds in the sky above two places in the city, and the evil spirit was rising and spreading in all directions. Cui Dongshan revealed the secret for him. The Wenwu Temple in the city was poisoned and was destroyed by the mountain. The monks took it as a forced transfer and stole Fulu's bridge across the river.

The Yin Qi in the Confucian Temple is a bit strong, and there is no sign of the gods appearing. They are lifeless. They are just clay statues with little incense.

"Sir, we are outsiders and have never paid incense to this Confucian Temple. This local god is spiritually weak and has declined. He cannot come out to talk to us. He is also jealous and suspicious of us, so he simply hid and waited for death. It’s better than leaving the golden body and being imprisoned by the gods, and the end will be worse than the golden body being destroyed.”

Seeing this scene, Cui Dongshan shook his head, understanding the thoughts of the gods of the Confucian Temple, and followed Chen Ping'an to leave the place and went to the Martial Temple.

There are no incense lit by the common people in the Martial Temple, but there is still a strong atmosphere of curling incense. However, under the seemingly prosperous scene, there is a chilly and cold atmosphere, like a burning fire cooking oil, which is not a long-term solution.

Chen Ping'an frowned and walked to the incense burner, twisting the ashes with his fingers, exuding a fishy smell.

Cui Dongshan stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at the golden statue of the god. He realized that the god was already in a deep sleep, struggling to resist the incense coming from unscrupulous sources. He then looked at Chen Pingan, waved his sleeves and said .

"Sir, you can take this opportunity to see the manifestation of martial arts in this world."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Pingan was in the heart of the lake. With a ding-dong sound, he looked up and saw a golden water droplet dripping from a high place. Finally, it fell into the incense burner at the foot of the statue, causing ripples.

"This is the military fortune of the Tang family in the Qingluan Kingdom. If it were the Lu Dynasty in the early years, the military fortune would be like raindrops falling in a continuous line. This martial fortune is related to the length of the country and the thickness of the military fortune. Ordinary monks cannot watch it at all. "

"I know some ancient secret arts and learned a few magical powers of Shinto incense before I can manifest my martial arts. Qingluan Kingdom's martial arts can only condense one drop of gold liquid in one stick of incense."

Sure enough, after a stick of incense, another drop of golden incense symbolizing martial arts fell down.

Chen Pingan had a look of surprise on his face, turned to look at Cui Dongshan, and asked with a smile.

"Are you waiting for me to ask how Da Li's military fortune is going?"

Cui Dongshan heard this, nodded, cupped his hands and flattered him very skillfully.

"Sir, he has a clear understanding of the world. He has traveled far and wide for just a few years, and yet he has such a character. He is worthy of being a genius and a god!"

Chen Pingan ignored Cui Dongshan's flattery and showed some hesitation on his face. He glanced at the boy in white before asking.

"The Daduan Dynasty in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth has a female Martial God Pei Bei sitting in charge. I wonder what her martial arts fortune is like??"

After Cui Dongshan heard this, he became slightly silent, walked to the threshold of the Martial Arts Temple and sat on it. He looked up at the statue in the temple, which was in a bad situation and had a dim light, and sighed with emotion.

"I heard that in the early years of the Daduan Dynasty, a young man with terrible martial arts skills appeared. He was brought back by the female god of martial arts and joined the Daduan Dynasty. On the same day, the Daduan martial arts luck directly changed from the river to a huge waterfall, like an incense burner in a pool, splashing Countless martial arts water drops rumbled, and the astonishing movement could be heard even from a distance outside the temple."

"That man's name is Cao Ci. I met him at the Sword Qi Great Wall. I fought with him three times and lost all three times. I am convinced. I hope he won't keep us too far away from him in the future and we fight three more times."

Chen Pingan looked calm and unyielding, and there was no shadow in his heart just because he lost three games.

Cui Dongshan looked at the calm and sincere Chen Ping'an, stretched out his thumb, and praised sincerely.

"Sir is great and has high ambitions!"

For the first time, Chen Ping'an heard sincerity in Cui Dongshan's flattery. The young man in white was sincere in his words, without any flattery.

"Sir and Cao Ci are from the same era. What a big loss!"

Cui Dongshan had a look of regret on his face and sighed very sincerely.

"However, the Daduan Dynasty is not the place where the military fortunes in the world are most prosperous. I have used secret methods to observe the martial arts fortunes in the world. There is a place where the martial arts fortunes are much better than Daduan. The incense and gold liquid turned into a nine-sky galaxy, bright and gorgeous, It’s so vast that people dare not look directly at it!”

Cui Dongshan's face showed a bit of shock, and his eyes hurt slightly. He was almost blinded by the martial arts weather back then, which made him frightened and never dared to check the martial arts weather in that place again.

"What is that place?"

Hearing this, Chen Pingan had a look of surprise on his face and looked curiously at the boy in white.

"Sir, you are familiar with that place."

"The Great Wall of Sword Qi!"

Cui Dongshan looked solemn and turned his head to look to the south. It seemed that a majestic city wall towering into the clouds appeared in front of his eyes, which made people feel awe.