All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

Wang Yu, who curled up like the soul of a baby, silently stared at the Nichi Yugami in front of him.

He looked at it roughly.

I saw that the other party was dressed the same as an ordinary official. He was wearing a small gauze hat, a white robe and black boots, looking like a jailer.

Only the two big characters on the wooden tag around his waist can prove his identity.

Daily patrol.

"The division of labor is very clear. On the territory of Mount Tai's underworld, Hou Tu and Emperor Dongyue have recreated a lot of the glory of the divine court in the past."

Wang Yu commented like this.

In the past, the Divine Court ruled the world. The Emperor Qinghua of the East was in charge of the immortal book, and the Emperor Gouchen Shanggong was in charge of the list of gods. In the name of heaven, he canonized all things in the world and blessed the name of the true king and Bodhisattva.

It's a pity that the prosperous times are no longer there.

The three-acre land left to Shenting now is just Zhongzhou. The east of Zhongzhou is Taoism, and the west of Zhongzhou is Buddhism.

It can be said that there are constraints everywhere.

"Nowadays, there is only the Houtu clan in Zhongzhou. I am afraid that the relationship between the two remaining emperors of Shenting is no more than superficially compatible, and they cannot even communicate with each other.

This is actually an excellent opportunity for me. The two emperors of Shenting are in harmony with each other in appearance, and Taoism and Buddhism are checks and balances on each other. It can be said that no one has the same heart. "

During these more than twenty years.

Wang Yu spared no effort to carry out intelligence work throughout the Jambudvipa world, constantly summarizing and eliminating all useful and useless information.

Although Wang Yu cannot be said to know everything about the thirty-six states of Jambudvipa, he can be said to know a lot.

Over the years, Wang Yu has not seen various star masters and officials in the world of Jambudvipa, and the gods of the Shui Mansion that originally belonged to Emperor Ziwei have all been handed over to the control of the Dragon Clan.

The Ziwei Emperor, who possesses supreme power, seems to be tired of the secular world. He neither interferes in the affairs of Taoism nor Buddhism, and is unwilling to cooperate with Houtu again.

He simply led his star officials and lived in the Twenty-Eight Constellations of Sanyuan without caring about worldly affairs.

Is it really that simple?

Wang Yu doesn't think so. He always feels that there must be another reason for this, but he hasn't figured it out yet.

"What exactly is it? Why does Emperor Ziwei have no interest at all in the Netherworld that Ksitigarbha and Houtu have bet on?"

Wang Yu always felt that he was only one step away from the truth.

He didn't know that it was the layer of window paper that was blocking him, preventing him from finding the key.

Wang Yu was very eager to know the truth.

"Only by knowing what they want can I seize their lifeline. I don't believe that Houtu and Jizo are just trying to bring Netherworld into their own powers."

Just when Wang Yu was thinking about the truth about the gods in the sky who indulged themselves.

The god of travel with the baby's soul hurriedly hurriedly arrived at the junction of the underworld and the Yang world in Mount Tai.

Haoli Mountain.

Unlike Ksitigarbha who directly broke through the world and the underworld and used puppets to force the souls of the dead into the underworld, Houtu chose a method that was more convenient for the work of many day and night wandering gods.

After all, these day and night wandering gods are not like puppets. With the uneven cultivation of this group of ghost cultivators, most of them are unable to directly break the barrier between yin and yang.

so.

A passage connecting Yin and Yang appeared.

"Zhiyi" says: "There is a funeral court under Haoli, which governs the world of the dead and the world. In it, there is Lord Taishan, who leads a group of 5,900 gods, who governs death and life. He is also the commander-in-chief of hundreds of ghosts, and the temple of blood sacrifice is the ancestral one."

The so-called Taishan Lord is Emperor Dongyue.

Wang Yu expressed his approval of Hou Tu's approach of directly pushing a target to bear the will of the people.

After all, although the will of all peoples has obvious benefits for cultivation, it also has various disadvantages.

For Hou Tu, who has already achieved the highest level, he will naturally not give himself a handle out of thin air.

But He also wanted to plot something in the underworld.

Then it was natural to support an agent. Obviously, Emperor Dongyue was the lucky one chosen by Hou Tu.

"Is there any chance to meet Emperor Dongyue this time?" Wang Yu thought to himself.

"The unknowability after surviving the three disasters in this life is really troublesome. These True Monarch Bodhisattvas have always hidden their true bodies in the unknown, leaving only their external incarnations to act for their true bodies."

It is precisely from this point.

Today, Taoism, Buddhism, and the Divine Court have always maintained a state of extreme restraint.

Everyone is hiding in secret. Whoever takes action with the main body first will be exposed to the eyes of the opponent first.

If you lose the opportunity, you risk your life and death.

Cultivation is not easy, and to put it bluntly, no one wants to die.

Although it is hidden in the unknown, it is unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it can only rely on the self-circulation in the body to maintain its state, unable to improve its cultivation.

But many great monks are still keen to maintain this state. After all, for them, the upper limit of practice is the real Arhat.

Even if he kept breathing in spiritual energy day and night, he still couldn't break through that level of barrier.

The gap between the real person and the real king cannot be bridged by hard work.

Therefore, breathing in and out of spiritual energy is irrelevant.

It is better to be honest, cultivate your external incarnation with peace of mind, and cultivate a clone with 50% of the cultivation level of the original body to act in the outside world.

"It's a pity that Ksitigarbha and Houtu will not wait for me for fifteen hundred years. This unknown realm can only be touched once or twice in the future."

As this thought fell, Wang Yu stopped his thoughts.

He was about to enter the netherworld passage in Haoli Mountain.

All the generals and undercover officials in this Taishan underworld are real ghost cultivators, not puppets without intelligence.

Wang Yu is now playing the role of a baby, so he has to behave as a baby should.

Although with Wang Yu's ability, no one would notice anything wrong easily, it is still best to be careful.

When Wen Ming came to the Netherworld Passage in Haoli Mountain, he lined up behind the other Sun Traveling Gods, waiting for verification by the gatekeeper.

The efficiency of work in Taishan Underworld was obviously much faster, but after a while, it was Wen Ming's turn.

He handed the page of paper recording the baby's short life to the Yin Cha who came to check the roster, and said, "Please, sir, please check."

"Well, everything is correct, let's go in."

The Yin Chai briefly checked the aura of the dead souls, and after confirming that they came from the same source as those on the list, he let Wen Ming pass.

"Thank you, sir." Wen Ming looked very polite.

After saying that.

He walked towards the deep tunnel behind Yin Chai. As long as he passed through there, he escaped from the Yang world into the Netherworld and entered another world.

The dark tunnel, blessed by the supreme power, blurs the concept of space.

Yang world, Netherworld.

The boundaries were blurred in this passage that was no more than a hundred feet long. In just a moment, Wang Yu came from the Yang world to the Netherworld.

Since then.

Everything in Taishan's underworld will be exposed to Wang Yu's eyes.