My Teacher is Sun Wukong

Is it really the twelve witches? They are the great gods of the Great Wilderness! Although I have already guessed it at the beginning, I still feel a little shocked by their personal recognition.

"This candle is nine yin, the witch of time!" said the old man.

"This seat is extravagant than the corpse, the ancestors of the weather!" The old man of Tsing Yi said: "It is a pity that the Wu Zhe River is not in the space, otherwise it would be easy to break the mustard."

"In the past, my twelve ancestors were ridiculous, killing the four great beasts of the Yellow Emperor and fleeing. If it wasn't for the Taoist priests, where did the people get the Yellow Emperor to be the emperor!" said the old man.

"If it is the emperor, then the Chinese people are not the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, but the children of the Chiyou." Tsing Yi said.

"Those sages who are high above, the lord, have always been like this. The disciples can't beat them, they come out to clean up the mess." Xiao Fei said, "The so-called **** wars are the games of the saints."

"You said it is good." The old man said: "The battle of Chiyou has passed thousands of years. We have already seen it. We only want to welcome his soul and reshape the god. As for the fight for human rights, we have already Don't care."

"Yeah." Xiao Fei nodded. In my heart, he said: "Although you said that you have no ambition, but who knows whether it is true or not? I will not stand on your side and help you to save the soul of Chiyou. This matter is related to the comfort of the Three Realms. The life cannot be chaotic."

"You two are the twelve ancestors. After listening to it, you are really stunned and envious of your powerful mana." Xiao Fei praised: "Just now the mortal world, people know very little about your twelve ancestors. Very few people With the incense to worship you, your godhead has been greatly affected."

Why do Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor compete for the control of the human world, nothing more than a stable deity, and future generations believe in them for generations. Xuanyuan Huangdi is now regarded as the ancestor of China, and it is the most stable one. Such a stable godhead is in exchange for the vast mana.

As for the defeated party, those gods under Chiyou will have forgotten them because of their age. There is no legend about them in the world, not even what they grow. As a result, the devil is unstable, and the mana has not progressed, but has gone backwards.

"The winner is the king, the loser is jealous, that is no way to do it." Tsing Yi old man sighed.

"I see this, it is better for you to give me the cheats of your witchcraft. I am now practicing in the mortal world. You can use your witchcraft to bless the world, and then let them build temples for you, so that you can enjoy the incense of the world?" Xiao Fei said: "The current mortal is not strict with the belief, and people believe in what they want to believe. If I show more in the mortal world, it is not impossible to recast the godhead."

"Let us pass on the path of witchcraft to you?" The old man in Tsing Yi smiled: "The way of witchcraft is our housekeeping skills. Just one sentence is like stealing? Are you treating us as three-year-old children?"

"This is not the case." Xiao Fei said: "Daofa is also the Taoist servant's ability. Why should he preach to the world? If not preaching, how can the world know his existence? So evangelism is not only a bad thing, but instead It has great benefits for myself."

"And, if you don't pass it. The way of witchcraft, I am afraid that it will permanently bear the notoriety of the sorcerer. Throughout the present mortal world, people regard the Tao as orthodox and witchcraft as a sorcerer."

"In any case, you are trapped here and can't get out. You have been playing chess for three thousand years. If you have nothing to do all day, it is better to give the cheats to the master in exchange for a chance to reshape the godhead." Stone said.

"Can you go out?" Tsing Yi old man sneered.

"Even if we teach you the path of witchcraft, you can't cultivate." The old man said: "Our twelve witches are the illusion of the blood of the father God Pangu. So our way of witchcraft, itself Conflict with the Tao of the Tao. You have cultivated the Taoist sacred method and cannot practice the witchcraft."

"According to the heavens and the earth, the heavens and the earth are the fathers of Pangu. The human world should be controlled by the Chiyou who has the orthodox blood of the Father, but it is cheaper by the descendants of the Taoist Xuanyuan Huangdi!" said the Tsing Yi old man.

"Don't say it." Tsing Yi old man interrupted his words and said: "The first time the gods war has passed 5,000 years, the so-called winners are the king losers, we can not complain." Turned to Xiao Fei Said: "And if you want to practice witchcraft, you must have chaotic blood in your body, and you don't have it."

"Who said that I want to cheat my own cultivation?" Xiao Fei said: "I am not so stupid, after practicing Daozu's great fairy, I have to learn the witchcraft way of conflict."

"You actually cultivated the great ancestors of Daozu!" After listening to Xiao Fei's words, the two were shocked: "Since the world has been opened up, there are only two or three who can cultivate his old man's great fairy tales! How can you have? Can you get the Taoist biography?"

Although they are the illusion of the Pangu blood, when they compete for the ownership of the human world, they have conflicts with the Taoist ancestors, but they are still very respectful to the Tao. Among the four saints of the ancient times, Dao was a master, Pangu was a second brother. Strictly speaking, they should call Daozhu a master.

"I can get the true biography of Daozu, not because of how high my morality is, but because of the chance." Xiao Fei said faintly: "Now the gods will face a big change, and I am the revolution." In the middle, the piece that represents the Daozu side. In the Great Wilderness, Daozu asked Xuanyuan to rule the world, but now he wants me to help the door to complete a big event."

"It turns out!" said the old man in Ma Yi, pinching the black chess in his hand. "It seems that you are also a chess piece in the hands of the saints, and the chess is still the existence of those high."

"Oh, let's not say that it's useless." Xiao Fei said: "I don't learn your witchcraft, but I can find someone who is good and pass it to him!"

“There are people?” said the old man in Ma, “I heard that the mortal aura is very thin, and there are very few people who have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, let alone those who have chaotic bloodlines?”

"Everything is not absolute." Xiao Fei said: "After the defeat of Chiyou, the Yellow Emperor did not kill him. He left behind and lived on the mainland of China."

"Hey! Do you think that he did not destroy Chiyou, is it good-hearted? The king has always been pursuing the roots, how can he keep his own enemies in the world." Tsing Yi old man snorted and said. "That was because the son-in-law of the day, he had to do so."

(End of this chapter)