As the bell rang, all the disciples gathered together. Yang Sanyang walked quickly and came to the place where the ancestor preached. However, he saw that the ancestor was already sitting in the hall. He was shocked and hurried forward and bowed, then retreated to his seat and sat quietly.

Not only Yang Sanyang, but all the disciples in the field all looked solemn and did not dare to speak.

All the disciples arrived one after another, and the scene was filled with solemnity. The ancestor said: "This preaching period is fifty years, and all the disciples are not allowed to leave without reason."

After the words fell, the ancestor stopped talking and directly preached the great way.

Yang Sanyang entered the state of concentration and felt strange that the ancestor seemed to be different today than before.

There is no time in the state of concentration, and fifty years have passed by. Yang Sanyang's magic power has increased a little more in the state of concentration, and his Taoist practice has increased a little more in the state of concentration.

Fifty years passed, but on this day, the ancestor stopped. All the disciples woke up from their own way of listening to the Tao. Looking at the ancestor who was silent in the upper part, they always felt that something was wrong recently.

"Fifty years later, the great catastrophe of gods and demons broke out. I will go to Buzhou Mountain to participate in the decisive battle. The God Emperor has an order: All the disciples outside the sect and all the people of the clan must go down the mountain to return to the clan and participate in the battle of Buzhou Mountain. Back then, the God Emperor took a innate spiritual treasure to trade with me. Now the transaction is complete. You can go down the mountain and not stay in the mountain!" The ancestor said this to the disciples outside the sect.

When the disciples outside the sect changed their expressions when they heard this, they didn't say much, but just packed their bags and turned around and walked down the mountain.

As a member of the heavens and the hundreds of tribes, although he enjoys the resources of the gods, he still has to shoulder his own mission.

Seeing the tens of thousands of disciples outside the gate going down the mountain, the ancestor swept his eyes over the disciples in the hall in the lobby, and then said slowly: "After going down the mountain, you must guard the mountain gate tightly and not go out at will, so as not to get into disasters, and you may fall into it and cannot transcend."

"Yes!" The disciples said respectfully.

The ancestor waved his hand and signaled everyone to retreat. Yang Sanyang stood up and was about to leave, but he heard the ancestor say, "Little monkey stay."

Yang Sanyang paused, faced the strange gazes of the senior brothers, turned around and walked back to the hall, and bowed to the ancestor: "Go to the ancestor."

"You have some opportunities and blessings. Now your Taoist practice is getting deeper and deeper!" The ancestor touched the beard on his chin: "Old ancestor, I am not going well, it will be as short as a thousand years, and it will be as long as a thousand years. After I come back, I hope you can realize the Dharma image and do not slack off."

"Disciples must practice the Dharma hard, realize the Dharma as soon as possible, and refine the soul!" Yang Sanyang said respectfully.

Upon hearing this, the ancestor nodded: "Before leaving, I was preaching to you for thirty years to help you deduce the true scriptures, so you can listen with peace of mind."

Yang Sanyang knelt on the ground with a respectful expression, bowed to the ancestor, and then sat on the cushion aside.

The ancestor spoke and preached the great way. Yang Sanyang closed his eyes and was immersed in the rhythm of Tao and the principles and laws.

Another thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The ancestor stopped preaching and stared at Yang Sanyang with bright eyes: "Did you understand?"

"I've gained something!" Yang Sanyang quickly turned over and sat up, knelt down on the ground and bowed.

"You go back!" The ancestor said slowly.

Yang Sanyang moved his lips when he heard this, trying to say something, but he didn't say it out loud. The battle between gods and demons is too high-end and too far away from him. His cultivation is low, and he is afraid that he will not even have a splash on the battlefield.

Looking at Yang Sanyang who had left the door, the ancestor sighed: "This monkey is the hardest and best I have ever seen. Unfortunately, time is not waiting for me. I don't know what good or bad luck is."

"The ancestor has a ruler for measuring the sky in his hand, so I think it's okay!" the little boy said with a smile.

"Haha, what do you know! After I leave, you can stay in the mountains and retreat!" The ancestor said with a smile.

After walking out of the lecture hall, thirty years have passed, the once lively Lingtai Fangcun Mountain has once again become cold, and its popularity has instantly moved away, and it seems that it has turned from the rolling world into a world without fireworks.

The autumn wind blows, and there is a hint of coolness, and the fallen leaves are flying in the forest.

Picking up the broom and quietly sweeping the fallen leaves on the steps, Yang Sanyang felt thoughtful. When he reached his level, he could not improve his Taoism by meditation and hard practice. He had to constantly understand the laws of heaven and earth in order to gain something.

"The war between gods and demons may be my opportunity! The gods and the demon ancestors are fighting fiercely, and no one will have the energy to take care of me at that time. Even if I make noise, it will be fine! Then it will be the day for me to set my foundation and prove the Dharma!" Yang Sanyang rolled up the broom in his hand, and countless fallen leaves seemed to be stuck by the broom, turning into a tornado and landed in the jungle not far away.

Twenty years passed in a flash, and the ancestors left unknown when, but the entire Lingtai square mountain was still as quiet as before.

In the hill

Yang Sanyang held the golden crow feather in his hand, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. His fingers gently tapped his knees, and countless mysteries flowed through his eyes.

"I'm thinking too much. Before I practiced, I always felt that people who practiced were omnipotent. The innate gods had infinite power and changed the universe in the blink of an eye. But now I finally understand that the innate gods are also full of power! Reversing life and death and changing the universe are all lies!" Yang Sanyang slowly inserted the golden hair behind his head and hid it in the lush hair, and no one could notice it.

"I have been hard to comprehend for decades, and with the help of chaos in my body, I have barely learned a few magical powers!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a contemplative look: "People in practicing should not only polish their magic power, but also cultivate their muscles and bones and martial arts."

Yang Sanyang slowly stood up and looked at the endless clouds and mist in front of him, and the vast cloud valley stretched to the sky, and couldn't help but yearn for it.

"Little Monkey, do you think the ancestors will encounter any danger when they go on the expedition?" Daoyuan walked out of the cave and stood beside Yang Sanyang, with a look of sorrow and worry in his eyes.

"The innate gods are also divided into three or six levels. The ancestor is qualified to preach the great way and teach his disciples. They are the real gods! There may be many people who can defeat him in the vast world, but if you say that you kill him? Unless the Demon Ancestor takes action personally!" Yang Sanyang smiled and said, "The Demon Ancestor is restrained by the God Emperor, and the founder protects himself from his own safety."

"Really?" Daoyuan's expression was indeed soothing when he heard this.

"Of course it's true, why did I lie to you!" Yang Sanyang said with a smile.

"Hey, decades have passed, and I seem to be unable to understand you now!" Daoyuan looked at Yang Sanyang sideways, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!" Daoyuan shook his head with certainty.

"If I become a Golden Immortal one day, would you marry me?" Yang Sanyang suddenly said.

"Hahaha, you little monkey is like a toad who wants to eat swan meat. Could it be that you want to rebel?" Daoyuan waved his hand and hit Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang shook his head, and a divine light flowed in his eyes: "It's a pity that I have never entrusted my Dharma image, otherwise I would have to go and see how spectacular the battle between gods and demons is."

"It is difficult to express the Dharma image and it is easy to express it. It depends on your qualifications and what is the matter that depends on your Dharma image!" A divine light appeared in Daoyuan's eyes.

"I'm going to go to Taolin, Houshan to retreat. When will the ancestor come back and start the preaching to preach? I'm leaving the seclusion!" Yang Sanyang looked at Daoyuan with his eyes very serious: "I always try my best to catch up with you. Even if a crisis occurs in the future, I can still protect you, right?"

"You little monkey, you are simply delusional! I like Senior Brother Fourth, you will never have a chance in your life. Besides, how could I marry a monkey?" Daoyuan rolled his eyes: "You can't imagine what kind of fruit is the Golden Immortal. Even if you face the innate gods, you can still talk equally. If you can attain the celestial immortal in this life, you will be able to die. Only the elder brother, the fourth senior brother, have the chance to peek at the Golden Immortal Dao."

Yang Sanyang silently heard this, looked at Daoyuan seriously for a while, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

"Hey, you won't be angry, are you?" Daoyuan shouted at Yang Sanyang's back and kept giggling.

With his back to Daoyuan, Yang Sanyang waved his hand: "I have to prove that only one Golden Immortal will show you."

"Hahaha, if you can be a golden immortal, I can compete with the ancestors. If you really become a golden immortal one day, what if I marry you?" Daoyuan was laughing, laughing, and he leaned forward and backward. A mountain wind blew, accompanied by the swaying of his body, making people wonder if she would fall directly, and fell into the endless sea of ​​clouds and turned into powder.

"Then it's just a matter of determination!" Yang Sanyang stopped, turned his head to look at the high altitude Daoyuan, and then continued to walk towards the back mountain.

"This little monkey is simply a whim! Golden Immortal? Isn't he able to live with the heaven and earth? That is a realm that can be on par with the innate gods." Daoyuan sighed: "If you can achieve Golden Immortal, you can be considered a strong man in the Great Wilderness and can protect the continuation of a race..."

I don’t know what Daoyuan thought of, but Daoyuan suddenly looked solemn: “I don’t know what kind of war this time, what happened to the elders of the clan?”

Thinking of this, Daoyuan's smile gradually disappeared, and she slowly sat on the bluestone, looking at the endless sea of ​​clouds, and silent for a long time.

"Golden Immortal!" Yang Sanyang came to the back mountain, sat upright under the peach tree, with a hint of fascination in his eyes. After a while, he said: "I just need to rely on my Dharma image to completely transform and walk out of the Fangcun Mountain of Lingtai."

The Golden Immortal is too far away from him, so far away that he can't imagine it.

"Is my goal in this life a mere Golden Immortal? No matter how far I am, I will climb!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes, his magic power flowed around him, and he sank into the basket on his chest: "I still need to practice hard. As long as I establish the supreme foundation with the Tao Te Ching, let alone the golden Immortal, even the realm of the God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor, I have some possibility."

"Although the war between gods and demons is powerful, as long as the cultivation level is high to a certain extent, you can completely avoid it and gain freedom and freedom! Just like Taiyi God, who lives in the Sun Star, the war between gods and demons has no effect on him, and the Demon Ancestor will never come to him." Yang Sanyang kept muttering.

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