The cold and indifferent voice of the temple owner sounded from the Tushita Palace on the 33rd level, like the water of the Tianhe River spreading, gradually rippling throughout the entire fairy world.

All the gods and immortals heard about it.

The Heavenly King of Dongfangzhiguo secretly said, "Domineering."

He was a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would have bumped into the incarnation of the temple master at Nantianmen and suffered the same disaster as a fish in a pond.

Then he patted the shoulder of Wang Lingguan, who was looking cold and solemn, and said through a message: "I heard that Emperor Zhenwu has gone to the lower realm. In fact, you can also go to the lower realm."

Wang Lingguan looked puzzled, "I have been ordered by the emperor to guard the Tongming Palace for thousands of years, how can I go down to the lower world privately?"

The king of Eastern Dhrita could not help but shake his head and sigh.

Thirty-three years later, it will be the thirty-three days in the heaven. The master is really going to attack the Lingxiao Palace. How can you stop him?

However, he also knew that Wang Lingguan was a straight man, and his duties were his duty and he would not worry about anything else.

That's all I can say.

King Chiguo returned to the South Gate. He saw the North Gate swaying a little on the way. He summoned his magic power and looked over. He saw a demonic aura rising to the sky in the lower realm of the Beitianmen. There was a lamp in the demonic aura that stayed on forever and had a long lasting charm.

He thought again: "It's really a troubled time, dear, I have to find a way out."

On the other side, the Thunderous Universal Deity led the gods of the Thunder Department to arrive at Tushita Palace.

"The escort arrived late, which surprised Your Majesty."

The Great Heavenly Lord's indifferent voice came from the Tushita Palace, "I have nothing to do, please step back."

With the sound of thunder, Tianzun and other gods hesitated for a moment, then took the order and slowly left.

In the Tushita Palace, the Great Heavenly Lord snorted coldly to the void, and a fragrance of bamboo leaves appeared around him. On the thirty-third heaven, in the quiet and silent Tushita Palace, purple bamboo leaves actually floated up.

This is the bamboo leaf of the purple bamboo forest.

The breeze is rippling and the bamboo leaves are lingering, like the waves of the sea of ​​suffering.

How come the bamboo leaves of the Avalokitesvara Purple Bamboo Forest can float in the Tushita Palace of the Thirty-third Heaven?

The Great Heavenly Lord said coldly: "Avalokitesvara is really everywhere."

It turns out that Avalokitesvara has penetrated into such a profound and subtle realm that even Tushita Palace can be infiltrated by her teachings.

The sound of Avalokitesvara rang out from the void, it was clear, wonderful and moving.

"The Supreme Being is invisible, the Spiritual Mountain is everywhere, and the poor monk is still far behind."

The Great Goddess twisted a purple bamboo leaf and asked, "Where is he?"

Guan Zizai's voice had a hint of purity and a smile, "It can be seen now that after thirty-three years, it will be lawless."

The Great Heavenly Lord said in a low voice: "So, in thirty-three years, he is still invincible."

"If the Great Heavenly Lord has this thought, it will be difficult to defeat him."

The fragrance disappeared, and the bamboo leaves fell to the ground without a trace.

The Great Heavenly Lord looked at the position where the Bagua Furnace dissipated and was silent in thought.

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Last time, the viewer smashed the Nantian Gate with one palm. This time, the viewer transformed into the upper world and took away the Tushita Palace. The prestige that the Great Heavenly Lord had just established was greatly reduced. Although the gods were still loyal, they still had doubts about the authority of the Great Heavenly Lord.

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As for the immortals in the heaven, they certainly take pleasure in the misfortune, but they also feel uneasy. The Lord is acting domineeringly, which seems to be different from the past. He will dominate the heaven in the future, and I wonder if he will become the next great heavenly deity.

Their worries are justified. After all, whoever sits in that supreme position will become the embodiment of power instead of the original one.

I think back then, the Great Heavenly Lord was not what he is today.

If the supreme power loses its constraints, it will be like the overflowing Tianhe, which will inevitably lead to disaster.

The Barefoot Immortal met with the Patriarch Longmei in private.

The Patriarch, sitting high in the clouds, saw the Barefoot Immortal coming and pushing out a cloud. The Barefoot Immortal sang a great promise before sitting down and expressing his worries.

He was planning to go down to the next world to join the Guanzhu, so he was worried about this.

Patriarch Changmei laughed when he heard this and said: "The master of the temple has never changed. As for what the master of the temple is like, it is just the opinion of the world. What has changed is the world's people's hearts, not the temple master."

The Barefoot Immortal had some enlightenment and said: "What Brother Tao means is that our original understanding of the temple master is also incorrect."

Patriarch Changmei said casually: "Most of the immortals in the heavens became feathers and ascended because of the power of the observer. At that time, you can see that the observer was the one who preached and solved doubts. You can see that the master has never preached and solved doubts. It was just that he was there.

It’s just there. It’s just that when you see mountains, they are not mountains, and when you see water, they are not water. Now the mountains are still mountains, and the water is still water.”

The Barefoot Immortal said: "Brother Taoist, you mean that after the contemplative master goes to heaven, he should be different from the Great Heavenly Lord?"

Patriarch Changmei smiled softly and said: "Heaven and earth have always been one entity for a total of 120,000 years and 9,600 years. At the end of the day, we will all be dust, so what difference does it make?"

When the Barefoot Immortal heard this, he felt sad in his heart, "Brother Taoist said this, it is really sad. I wonder if there is any solution?"

Patriarch Longmei shook his head, and the cloud on which the Barefoot Immortal was sitting flew out.

The Barefoot Immortal looked back and saw only white clouds. How could he still find the trace of the Long-Eyebrow Patriarch?

He sighed, and then went to Guanghan Palace, just for the words of Patriarch Changmei, which touched the most difficult thing in the hearts of all the immortals. They all said that becoming an immortal queen, immortality and ease, but compared to the eternal road, it was only a moment.

That’s all.

In the past, only the Supreme Being and the Buddha could solve this matter. Now, neither the Supreme Being nor the Buddha can solve it, so only the contemplative master can solve it.

You still have to go to the human world.

After the Barefoot Immortal left, deep in the white clouds, the long-browed Taoist shook his head and sighed softly, "Fellow Taoist, you also asked me this question one hundred and twenty-nine thousand and six hundred years ago."

Under the long eyebrows, tears filled his quiet eyes.

He couldn't help but added: "One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years later, he will come back and ask me again, why should I cry?"

The long-browed Taoist sighed leisurely.

This world is a testing ground for great power, and almost all sentient beings in this world have been imprisoned in these 129,600 years.

Those who can be liberated cannot be counted on one hand every 129,600 years.

This year's Ziwei Emperor and Taishan Emperor are actually very lucky.

Emperor Zhenwu will also have a chance in the next era.

He was the only one who, after eighteen Yuanhui meetings, still saw no hope of escape.

Such loneliness is also the case in Guanghan.

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In the North Sea of ​​the human world, a bright moon rises slowly, illuminating the black mist where the evil energy condenses.

That lamp stays on, it turns out to be the moon.

The sea is silvery white.

The bright moon appears on the sea, and the tides coexist with each other. If there are poets and poets, poetry will naturally flourish. But at this time, the North Sea is cold and quiet, the seabirds are extinct, and there is no trace of people.

In the dispersing magic mist, the sea surface suddenly opened up, spitting out a huge amount of vitality. Heaven, earth, mountains, lakes, water, fire, thunder and other strange phenomena. Through these vitality, a heavy pressure appeared.

, shocking the world and weeping ghosts and gods, revealing its existence to the world.

A Taoist priest in black with a handsome face walked out of the sea level with disheveled hair. Behind him was the bright moon. At the same time, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

Boom boom boom!

The waves are roaring.

The black-clothed Taoist suddenly stepped on the waves and turned into a silent shadow that rushed towards the North Gate of Heaven. In an instant, he broke through the door and reached Guanghan Palace.

The Barefoot Immortal was arriving outside the Guanghan Palace when suddenly a cool air came out from behind.
Chapter completed!