Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

The saint who received him smiled almost the whole time and walked out of Wusheng Hall with extremely brisk steps.

The most difficult hurdle for Western Daxing has been passed!

He has many opponents and many enemies, but the Wusheng Cult is a behemoth that he cannot shake despite his life.

This behemoth took the initiative to get out of the way, allowing the road to the great prosperity of the West to appear before his eyes. He couldn't be more happy.

"Brother, do we really want to help the West prosper? If we don't agree, the West will still be able to vent its anger on our religion."

Knowing the result of the conversation between Jiang Ziya and Jieyin Sage, Taoist Sacred Heart was very puzzled. He didn't think that there was anything to be afraid of when it came to welcoming a saint.

Fang Yang said calmly: "Brother, we are not afraid of the west. When the Wusheng Great World is born, there will not be many people in the whole chaos that we can be afraid of. However, this matter is related to Saint Nuwa."

"But Saint Nuwa has nothing to do with our Wusheng Cult?"

As soon as Fang Yang finished speaking, Lord Sacred Heart raised a question.

The relationship between Empress Nuwa and Wusheng Cult is not bad, but they are not very close either. Because it has something to do with Empress Nuwa, Wusheng Cult would agree to this matter, which would be too casual.

Samsara Taoist Lord is calmer than Sacred Heart Taoist Lord:

"Senior Brother Sacred Heart, listen to what the Headmaster has to say. When has the Headmaster ever made a loss-making business?"

Fang Yang glanced at Taoist Master Samsara approvingly: "Junior Brother Samsara is right, Brother Wei does have other plans. Brother Wei really doesn't care about Fellow Daoist Nuwa, but we cannot ignore Fellow Daoist Hong Zhou's affairs."

He can't become a good guy. He was a good guy before time travel, and he knows the price of being a good guy.

Everything he did in the prehistoric times was to benefit himself first. He would never do anything that was not beneficial to himself.

"Could it be that Fellow Taoist Hong Zhou is about to attain enlightenment?"

Daojun Sacred Heart reacted quickly.

Fang Yang smiled faintly and did not answer, but he had already acquiesced to the matter.

After Empress Nuwa regains her humanity, she will definitely attack Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian. Empress Nuwa's current state is only slightly inferior to that before Fang Yang attained enlightenment.

If Hong Zhou and Nuwa Empress attack the Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian at the same time, the energy of Heavenly Dao will be dispersed, and the probability of enlightenment will be greatly increased.

If Hong Zhou and Nuwa empress are enlightened, as long as those old antiques and old monsters are not born, the prehistoric world can go sideways in chaos.

This kind of sense of security is exactly what Fang Yang needs.

He and Wusheng Sect are still fledgling and need time to grow. If he does not deter other forces in the chaos, his lifeless world will never have peace.

At this time, the body of the Holy Saint has entered the Zixiao Palace.

"Greetings to the Taoist Ancestor, the Taoist Ancestor may live forever in chaos!"

After leading the saint into Zixiao Palace, he immediately stopped smiling on his face.

Since leaving Xuanmen, every time he entered Zixiao Palace, he only felt regret in his heart. Because he betrayed Patriarch Hongjun, he became a person who was not tolerated by heaven, earth, and people.

Every time there was a major event in the prehistoric world, he was not qualified to participate. Take the attack on Yuanxu Heaven and Earth as an example. If he hadn't been keeping an eye on the movements of other sects, he would have missed this battle.

However, betrayal is betrayal. Even if he is crying bitterly now, he will never be able to return to Xuanmen.

Ancestor Hongjun also felt powerless when he saw the sober Holy Saint. None of his disciples were worry-free.

"When you came to see me, have you already thought about how to use this opportunity?"

"Exactly, the disciple wants to bring the Vacuum Creation Sutra of the Wusheng Sect back to Lingshan through the way of obtaining sutras from the south. Please ask the Taoist Ancestor to use his great magic power to create the number of days."

His Sumeru Mountain had long been destroyed, and was destroyed by the great supernatural beings when the Sainty River Ancestor's Hongmeng Purple Qi was born.

This incident was also something he regretted.

If only he and Patriarch Bodhi had offended less powerful people, Buddhism would not be in this situation.

The laws of heaven are impermanent, so there is no fixed number. In fact, the number of days is determined by the spokesperson of Heaven or a powerful person with the authority of Heaven.

Ancestor Hongjun is the spokesperson of heaven, and many of the numbers in heaven and earth are from his handwriting.

Taoism's propaganda that the mandate of heaven cannot be violated is the same as the emperor of the feudal dynasty instilling in officials and people that "the imperial decree cannot be violated".

However, with Fang Yang's enlightenment of Hunyuan, the saying that God's will cannot be violated has become completely empty talk. A living example is in front of us, which overturns the saying "God's will cannot be violated".

As a result, Tianshu also took off its veil and revealed its true appearance.

When Ancestor Hongjun heard this, his eyes moved slightly, and his profound gaze seemed to be able to penetrate into the essence of everything in the world.

He said slowly: "The number of days cannot be changed easily, but because of your painstaking efforts to seek a chance for the West, I will help you once. However, you have to understand that even if you, the west, get help from the number of days, But whether you can truly succeed depends on your own cultivation and creation.”

When the saint heard the words, he was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed and said, "Thank you so much for your mercy, ancestor Tao. I will definitely try my best to live up to ancestor Tao's high expectations."

Patriarch Hongjun raised his hand gently, and an invisible force lifted up the saint and said, "Just go and prepare, I will activate the Heavenly Numbers on my own. But remember, you need to be cautious this time, and don't act too hastily. Don’t harm the fundamentals of others, otherwise the consequences will come back and you, the West, may not be able to escape.”

The welcoming saint bowed and saluted again, secretly thinking about his next plan. He knew that this opportunity was rare and he must make the most of it.

Almost as soon as the Saint Jieyin left Zixiao Palace, a secret appeared in the prehistoric world: the time for the great prosperity of the West has come!

As soon as this secret appeared, all the Buddhist disciples cheered. Those Buddhist disciples who came from Jiejiao were especially happy.

In the past, Yang Jiao gave them the opportunity to return to Jiejiao. However, except for Wuyunxian, everyone else refused.

Yang Jiao and Jiejiao did not blame them. After all, what Tongtian Patriarch did was too unkind. These people were angry and unwilling to return to Jiejiao.

However, when Tongtian Patriarch was deprived of the position of Jiejiao Patriarch and Jiejiao was thriving under the management of Chen Jiugong, these former Jiejiao disciples who were in Buddhism regretted it in their hearts.

How can Buddhism compare with Jiejiao?

Now it's good, the time for the great prosperity of the West has come, and they will soon fly high with Buddhism, fly to the branches, and transform into phoenixes.

And those opponents and enemies of Buddhism were uneasy about this news.

Among these people, the Tiandao Sect, the Asura Sect, and the Bodhi Patriarch were the representatives. They only knew that the Saint Jieyin wanted to go to the south to obtain the scriptures, but they did not expect that this matter would become destiny.

They could deal with the Saint Jieyin, but they could not deal with destiny! As a result, these people fell into a cloud of sorrow. (End of this chapter)