The origin of the world is limited.
Those who practice detachment, whether they follow immortality, martial arts, Sanskrit, Confucianism, shamanism, or other three thousand ways, will end up with the same goal in the end, and must involve the force of the world, and even the original source.
Although the world itself can also capture the original force from the chaos, it's okay if there are fewer practitioners, but once there are too many, they are like locusts, who can hold it
Therefore, every once in a while, there must be a catastrophe in the world, reducing the number of practitioners and even other living beings! This is the backlash from asking too much from the world!
In the world of Dazhou Western Regions, the catastrophe has been fixed, as if the list of gods, three hundred and sixty-five gods must die in such a number, not one of them is missing.
Now the Three Ancient Gods and the Five Patriarchs are fighting over the issue of their own origin.
The Brahma God wants the catastrophe to occur in the middle land, and more immortal cultivators will die, so that the Western Buddhists can preserve their vitality.
But Wu Ming and other Daoist monarchs naturally want to divert the disaster to the west, let the blood of the Fanmen flow into rivers, and preserve the seeds of cultivating immortals.
The struggle between these two sides is related to the fate of the great master in the future, so don't be careless!
After hearing what Wu Ming said, Brahma God remained silent.
Seeing this, Wu Ming smiled again: "Brahma God, although you are in charge of the great sect, but I have the ancestors of the five sects in China, and the Haotian Jade Emperor, the god, has a strong aura, and it is God's will to turn the catastrophe to the west. Why did you go against the sky?"
As the author of The Western Regions of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Ming can say without hesitation that in the whole world, no one knows the future better than him.
And in fact it is.
Even if he doesn't know the destiny, but the ancestors of the Five Religions of Central Earth, plus an ancient god, how can the other two ancient gods be able to compete
Although, these six are not of the same mind, and they will inevitably turn against each other after the misfortune is diverted, and they will just plot against each other.
"Amitabha!"
Brahma God pondered for a long time, and his eyes showed compassion. Knowing that he could not compete with Wu Ming, the golden light flashed, and he retreated.
"Now is not the right time. When the catastrophe is strong in the future, maybe we have to have a fight with this god..."
Wu Ming watched the god leave with deep eyes.
…
Another place.
In the void, the Buddha's voice chanted and roared, turning into a scene of a pure land, but the front was blocked by a large group of rays of light.
"God of Light!"
Brahma God emerged, looking at the figure in the light group: "The catastrophe has been fixed, and it originated in the west, which is irreversible!"
"I said, I should come here to bring light to believers!"
There was infinite light shining around the body of the God of Light, and his voice was deep and deep: "Although the supernatural power is invincible, it is not irreparable!"
It made a random move, and several light curtains emerged, inside which were the scenes of the activities of several waves of reincarnation.
"This wave of aliens, their destiny is not revealed, and their fortunes are mixed, which is a big variable... They all gather around the son of the catastrophe. If they can be guided a little, it might be possible to turn things around!"
"Amitabha!"
Brahma God closed his eyes tightly, and said after a long time: "God of Light, your foundation is located in the far west, and most of the Buddha's sons are established in the Western Regions. it's..."
He didn't answer any more, and went away inadvertently.
"This Brahma... have you found it?"
Immeasurable rays of light flickered from the God of Light, and a winged shadow suddenly flew out and disappeared.
Immediately, there was a flash of purple air around, and the figures of the two Taoist monarchs emerged: "God of Light, you are not preaching in the Far West, so what's the point of coming to the Great Zhou of China?"
…
"Praise my lord, you are the master of all light!"
The one sent out by the God of Light with great supernatural powers was a blond angel with a pair of feathered wings, and he came to the sky of Xijing in an instant.
"The mission my lord gave me is to find those people whose destiny is confused and disturb their destiny..."
Of the three ancient gods and the five patriarchs, six of them all believed that the catastrophe would start in the west. This is the destiny! It is the general trend!
Even if the Brahma God and the God of Light are dissatisfied, there is only one way to change slowly.
However, the will of God cannot be violated! Once established, how difficult is it to change
The angel had just escaped the catastrophe and spread his wings when he attracted the attention of one person.
"Chirp!"
Above the nine heavens, a huge black shadow pierced the sky, descended suddenly, and turned into a Taoist, holding a gourd in his hand. He was the immortal who had been lucky enough to get a treasure after listening to Wu Ming's preaching.
"unlucky!"
He looked depressed: "I was lucky enough to get the treasure of Daojun, but it was affixed by Wuguang Immortal and Yaoli Immortal. It's not because I, Wuhe Immortal, has flying supernatural powers, so I will be killed... If so, Donghai can't do it again." gone back!"
This Immortal Wuhe is a different kind of crow, and he listened to the Tao day and night in the mountains outside the mountains, so he was lucky to succeed in cultivation. The main body is a prehistoric alien crow, but he is born with several flying supernatural powers, and he is quite good at saving his life. At that time, I came to the sky over Xijing.
"I've heard for a long time that the Great Zhou Dynasty of China is a kingdom of the heavens. These men and women are so white, delicate and smooth, it really makes people drool at the first sight!"
After all, Immortal Wuhe is a heterogeneous spirit, and his wildness remains unchanged: "I will catch a few to eat some other day. I heard that the black bear spirit said that when it comes to cannibalism, warriors are the most chewy, and the young lady and young master of everyone's big family are the best." It is tender meat... "
It disappeared in flight, and inadvertently saw the huge capital below, with great joy on its face.
"Okay! If you don't want to come to the imperial city, the poor Taoist will show a few surgical methods at will, and keep the emperor in a daze for a while, and make a national teacher or something! Eh? Baby, what are you doing?"
At this moment, the Yuan Magnetic Seven-kill Gourd in his hand shook, and suddenly released several sword lights, tearing apart the clouds in the sky, revealing the angel who just ran out.
"Where did the birdman come from?!"
Immortal Wuhe's feathers are pure black, and seeing the angel's white wings is extremely unpleasant, and before seeing his own baby, he broke the other's whereabouts, so he simply didn't do anything, just opened his big hands, and the sky was full of black feathers It formed a cage, surrounding the white-feathered birdman.
"Monster!?"
The bird man was startled, his feathers fluttered, and several rings of light appeared behind his head, emitting infinite light.
"Tsk tsk... the tricks are good. If it weren't for this treasure, I, Wuhexian, would really not be able to take you down!"
After all, Wuhexian had also listened to the lecture under Daojun's seat. At this time, he vaguely guessed, and solemnly bowed to the gourd: "Please turn around, baby!"
Puff!
The seven-killing gourd was shaken, and the star power fell from the sky, turning into seven cold long swords, forming a seven-star sword formation, which happened to surround and kill the bird man in the middle, and a roll of several star power immediately disturbed the white light. , Immediately, the seven flying swords stabbed quickly, breaking through the birdman's defense in an instant, bringing up golden blood.
"Gulu!"
Wuhexian laughed when he saw it, and suddenly found himself, stepped forward and swallowed the bird man, then turned back into a human form, and rubbed his stomach: "This taste seems to be more chewy than a martial artist, even better than Miss Dahu. It's smoother and tender, but it's a pity that I swallowed the dates too whole, and didn't taste it carefully... "
The Yuanci Seven Killing Gourd showed its supernatural power. After killing the bird man, it returned to its ordinary appearance and fell into Wuhexian's hands.
Immortal Wuhe thought about it, but was overjoyed: "No matter how I sacrificed it before, this treasure was separated from me after all, but now I can easily break the restriction and use it for my own use..."
Just looking at Xijing below, his face turned worried again.
"Why did this baby behave like this after killing the bird man... Could it be that I hid in a certain Taoist scheme..."
When it thought of this, its hairs stood on end, and it didn't dare to go to Xijing again to plan to deceive the emperor on earth, so it fled away in a gust of wind.
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"fate!"
Although no one saw this scene, both the Taoist Lord and the ancient gods felt it, and both sighed quietly.
"How providence favors Middle-earth..."
Facing the two Taoist monarchs, the God of Light sighed silently in his heart: "Six of the eight great powers are related to the Middle Earth. The two gods outside my territory, if they have a little influence, they will all be so twists and turns!"
"The catastrophe started in the west, it is inevitable, we can only retreat for now, and wait for the people of China to split..."
Since the catastrophe of heaven and earth has occurred, it will inevitably involve the children of all families.
If the catastrophe happened in the middle land before, the Daomen and Dazhou would suffer heavy casualties, so the ancestors of the five religions and the Haotian Jade Emperor would join forces temporarily.
It's not even possible to talk about joining forces, but there is only a slight goal. If the two gods of the West are defeated, they will let the catastrophe reincarnate in the West and preserve the vitality of China.
But then, without even provoking, the six great powers will split each other.
After all, there was no time for them to unify, and although the catastrophe of the Middle Earth has weakened, someone still needs to take it up. The calculations and intrigues in this are doomed from now on.
"Qi count..."
The God of Light sighed faintly, turned into infinite light, and left suddenly.
The two Taoist monarchs watched silently, but did not move at all.
…
Another few days passed, in the imperial city.
"Your Majesty summoned the Shinco Gongshi!"
Accompanied by the sharp voice of the father-in-law who passed the decree, the tributes who had already practiced the etiquette many times, and who were familiar with the behavior walked into the hall excitedly, with their eyes downcast, not daring to squint.
"Saint Wanan!"
Zhang Tianxiang followed among the many tributes, knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times towards the golden steps in front of him, paying homage and paying homage, appearing quite calm.
"Free of courtesy!"
A jade-like voice came from above, and all the tributes worshiped again, and then they got up.
For some reason, Zhang Tianxiang felt that there were far more eyes on him than other colleagues, and sweat appeared on his forehead.
Li Mao on the dragon chair nodded, and an old eunuch next to him immediately shouted: "All tributes, sit down!"
Hundreds of small seats were set up in the hall, and the civil and military officials next to them were the invigilators, and the emperor personally watched on it. With such coercion, some stage-frightened tributes immediately fought with each other. It's a little out.
Zhang Tianxiang calmly looked at the examination paper, and saw that the topic was 'Discussion on the Military System of the Great Zhou Mansion, Proved by Today's Situation', he couldn't help being shocked.
Scholars now like to talk about classics, poetry, and even metaphysics, but few like the art of war.
But because of his hobbies, he dabbled a lot, which seemed to be tailor-made for him.
But for some reason, when he picked up the pen, he suddenly felt a gaze piercing him again, causing his hand to tremble, a large ball of ink scattered, and cold sweat slid down his forehead...