The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

The Emperor of Heaven said solemnly: "The ceremony is only for appearances. Sincerity leads to spirit. The most important thing in worshiping the ancestors is the heart. When the heart comes, the ancestors will naturally know."

These words are very mysterious, sincerity leads to wisdom, this is a common trick used by many charlatans to fool people.

If other people said that, Tang Zheng would definitely scoff and give him a supercilious look.

These words came from the mouth of the Emperor of Heaven, and no one dared to question or refute them. They calmed down and comprehended the true meaning of the words quietly.

It is true that the Emperor of Heaven did not lie perfunctorily. This was explained by Fuxi back then, and later generations dare not tamper with it. For so many years, the emperors of all dynasties have come here in this way, and they also pay attention to sincerity and spirit when worshiping Fuxi.

If they are sincere, their ancestors will be effective, and they will be given the Daoist will, which will help them on the road to the emperor.

After the Emperor of Heaven finished speaking, he remained silent, no more words, leaving time for Tang Zheng to think.

Tang Zheng understood, he didn't kneel and kowtow like Nine Heavens Xuannv, but like a polite and insightful person, he bowed slightly towards the statue, folded his hands together, and muttered: "Junior Tang Xiao pays homage to ancestor Fuxi."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have been immobilized, maintaining that posture motionless, like an old monk in meditation, with his eyes closed.

It went dark, the statue disappeared, everything disappeared.

He did all this as if Fu Ling had the heart, and there was a force guiding him in the dark.

Sudden--

A ray of light lit up.

Although he closed his eyes, he was able to "see" this scene, which was extremely miraculous as a human being.

The outside world remains unchanged and calm.

The statue is still the same statue, motionless; the people are the same people, still the same.

But there was no light in Tang Zheng's eyes.

These people didn't know Tang Zheng's feelings, they didn't say a word, they stared at him intently, afraid of disturbing him.

Tang Zheng's heart was like still water, neither sad nor happy, the mysterious light in front of his eyes gradually converged and deformed.

He watched this scene quietly, without the slightest surprise or fright. When the light gradually faded and a human figure appeared, a different kind of mood hit his heart.

He didn't panic at all, but was quiet and peaceful, like a baby. Since he practiced, there has been very little such peace and tranquility.

The Emperor of Heaven watched this scene quietly without saying a word. Nine Heavens Profound Girl wanted to ask one or two questions, but seeing her father's eyes, she swallowed back the words.

The Emperor of Heaven could clearly feel the change in Tang Zheng's state of mind. Previously, Tang Zheng was like a turbulent sea, but at this moment, he was like an old well with no waves, completely opposite, like two different people.

A person can enter meditation so quickly, he must practice to a certain level before he can do it.

At Tang Zheng's young age, it should be a period of youthful vigor, but he can do this, which is impressive.

The Heavenly Emperor secretly sighed, Tang Zheng's extraordinaryness was even more extraordinary than he thought, this may be the reason why God chose him.

He took a deep look at the statue of Fuxi, and thought to himself: Ancestor, in the dark, could it be that all of this was also your arrangement?

All this is indeed too coincidental, without the Nine Heavens Xuannv to bring him to Tianmen, he would not find the Heavenly Book, and the Tongtian Ancient Scroll would be covered in dust, and would never be connected with the Heavenly Book.

If all this is not fate, what could it be?

Others cannot be explained at all.

The scene before Tang Zheng's eyes changed again, the rays of light gathered together, and finally turned into a person, vivid, as if smiling at him.

Seeing this person's face clearly, Tang Zheng was startled, that one was very familiar, he was extremely surprised, and exclaimed: "Fuxi!"

This man is exactly the same as the statue, how can he miss it. Fuxi walked towards him step by step, he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but found that he was standing still.

Fuxi's coercion was beyond Tang Zheng's imagination.

Fuxi seemed to be smiling, more lively than the statue, his eyes seemed to have magical powers, and instantly attracted Tang Zheng's gaze, making him immersed in it.

Fuxi walked in front of him, and slowly stretched out his fingers, the fingertips glowed slightly, but it didn't look like a gleaming weapon, but gave people a very strange feeling.

The energy contained in the fingertips is earth-shattering, hidden but not revealed.

His fingertips touched Tang Zheng's chest, Tang Zheng subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly as his fingertips pressed against his chest.

The ray of light disappeared from his chest in an instant and disappeared into his body. Before he had time to distinguish what was going on, the scene in front of him changed and rippled layer after layer.

Fuxi became blurred, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger, more cordial, and he retreated step by step, like the tide.

The ray of light in his body erupted, flooding his internal organs in an instant, and rushing towards his brain with extraordinary meridians.

The characters on the Tongtian Ancient Scroll lit up, shining brightly, and at the same time, another piece of text also appeared little by little.

This text is exactly the same as the handwriting of Tongtian Ancient Scroll.

Heaven!

Tang Zheng was overjoyed. Although he had memorized the contents of the heavenly book earlier, such a heavenly book had not been generated in his brain.

This seems to be a copy of the heavenly scriptures, vividly displayed in his mind, and it complements the Tongtian Ancient Scroll, which is extremely mysterious.

"Could it be that this is because of the Dao?" Tang Zheng's heart shuddered, remembering that the purpose of his worship was to obtain the Dao.

But apart from this ray of light, there is no other gain. Could it be that the light is the will of the Tao?

He guessed right, the light was indeed the will of the Tao.

He worshiped sincerely, and he was a predestined person. Fuxi showed his spirit, and as soon as he pointed out, the Taoism was transmitted from his fingertips to Tang Zheng's heart.

Taoism is like blood, rapidly spreading to every part of his body.

Daoyi activated the heavenly book.

People in the world browse the heavenly book, even if they see the content of the heavenly book, without the guidance of Fuxi's Taoism, the heavenly book will not play its full role.

Only the guidance of Fuxi's Taoism is indispensable, and then the true function of the book of heaven can be aroused.

At this moment, Tang Zheng has achieved this, enjoying this extraordinary harvest.

After confirming his guess, he secretly rejoiced, and hurriedly restrained his mind, and began to study the heavenly scriptures bit by bit.

A trace of enlightenment penetrated into his brain like moistening things silently.

The zhenqi in his body was not turbulent, but as quiet as the water in an ancient well, without a trace of waves, but the zhenqi was increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In particular, his ninth main meridian shone with golden light. In an instant, his whole body was enveloped in golden light, and his precious appearance was solemn, giving people a sense of oppression from the inside out.

The ninth main meridian was originally fused with dragon veins in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, which was already extraordinary. It seems that under the stimulation of the heavenly scriptures, the ninth main meridian became particularly active.

In the golden light, his body became transparent, and the nine main meridians could be seen clearly.

Others stared at this scene with wide-eyed eyes. When they saw the ninth main meridian that looked like a golden dragon, except for the Emperor of Heaven and the Nine Heavens Xuannv, everyone else showed horror.

Most people only have eight main meridians, but Tang Zheng has nine main meridians, his body structure is different from ordinary people, no wonder he is so powerful.

The Emperor of Heaven also looked at the ninth main meridian with envy.

Although the Emperor of Heaven has a high cultivation base, he is also very envious of Skywalker's body structure, which makes Skywalker's combat effectiveness higher than others with the same cultivation base.

The ninth major main meridian can store more qi, has stronger fighting strength and endurance, and can play a more powerful role.

This is obvious.

Tang Zheng opened his mouth, and golden Sanskrit characters flew out of his mouth one by one.

"Ksitigarbha!"

Nine Heavens Profound Girl recognized it at a glance.

Those golden Sanskrit texts are the Ksitigarbha, the supreme sacred product for suppressing Shura. As soon as the Ksitigarbha Sutra came out, Tang Zheng became more and more dignified, like an eminent monk who had attained the Tao.

"What is the Ksitigarbha Sutra?" The Heavenly Emperor had never heard of the Ksitigarbha Sutra, so he couldn't help showing suspicion.

In addition, when he inherited Fuxi's Taoism back then, although he also had visions, he was quite different from Tang Zheng.

"It's a set of exercises created by the Ksitigarbha King of the Ghost Realm. It's not simple." Nine Heavens Xuannv also knew that the Ksitigarbha Sutra was ominous, so she could only give a rough answer.

The Emperor of Heaven raised his brows slightly, and muttered to himself in surprise: "He actually has connections with the ghost world, Ksitigarbha, isn't the ghost world honored by the king of Hades from the ten halls? When will a Ksitigarbha king appear?"

The Emperor of Heaven is not ignorant of the ghost world. The ghost world and the human world are the mother and child worlds of each other, and they have always lived in peace.

But the Heavenly Emperor knew that the ghost world was very powerful, and had always been led by the King of the Ten Palaces of Hades, who was not a good person, so he avoided it as much as possible.

Nine Heavens Xuannv couldn't answer the Emperor's question, and said angrily: "Only he knows all this, he has been to the ghost world."

The Emperor of Heaven nodded with a sudden realization. Skywalker is the Nine Suns Saint Physique, and only with this special physique can he travel freely in the ghost world and know so many things about the ghost world.

The Emperor of Heaven looked at Tang Zheng with burning eyes, and the Sanskrit script of the Ksitigarbha was flying and circling outside his body. After a while, the Sanskrit script landed and covered Tang Zheng's body.

The Sanskrit words are connected to each other to form a garment-like thing.

"Cassock!" The Emperor's pupils shrank, and something that was almost forgotten appeared in the depths of his memory.

It was a very long time ago, when a hundred schools of thought contended, and various academic and magic arts formed their own schools and flourished. It was a very prosperous and enlightened era.

Some say it was the best of times, others say it was the worst of times.

Because there were many possibilities in that era. In ancient times, after the cultivation sprouted and experienced the initial ignorance, it gradually flourished and formed many schools.

A hundred schools of thought contend, many geniuses are born out of nowhere, and many new-style cultivation methods are born out of nowhere, fierce confrontation, endless contention.

Among them, there is one branch of the Buddhist family. The people of the Buddhist family wear cassocks, have solemn treasures, chant the Buddha's name, and bloom with bright light, leaving a strong and colorful stroke in the era when a hundred schools of thought contended.

Buddhist cultivation emphasizes enlightenment, cultivation is very particular about chance, there are very few disciples, and finally declines and disappears from history.

The same is true of other schools, like flowers, blooming one after another, and finally withering, leaving two schools of cultivators and warriors.