Journey to the West: From the Primordial Era

Chapter 153: Jade Tripod Returns to Chan Sect

Summoned by Master...

Yu Ding felt a little guilty. As far as he knew, the Twelve Golden Immortals had been disciples for tens of thousands of years. They usually practiced in their own Taoist temples and would visit Yuxu Palace from time to time.

However, for these gods, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye. The so-called from time to time may sound simple, but it actually means hundreds or even thousands of years.

Yuanshi has never summoned a disciple since he started his apprenticeship. After Yu Ding came out of seclusion in Taiqing Palace, he went to travel around the ancient world.

Just take a look at the monkey being stared at by the saint.

So was it that Yuanshi Tianzun was dissatisfied with his closeness in Taiqing Palace, or... the incident of teaching Yuan Hong was exposed?

Yu Ding's expression was uncertain.

If it was the latter incident, it would be easy to explain. The immortal taught his disciple for fun out of quietness. It's normal and not a big deal.

The disciple was a little naughty and had a bad temper, and there was a small misunderstanding between him and the Heavenly Court, and then he accidentally attacked the Heavenly Court... This also makes sense.

Gradually, Yu Ding became relaxed about the matter of the disciple and no longer worried. If he really couldn't deny it, he would bring out the above excuse and say that the disciple had been expelled from the sect long ago and had nothing to do with me.

But if it involves getting close to Master Qin Hua of Taiqing Palace...

Thinking of this, Yu Ding couldn't help feeling a little heavy-hearted. Yu Ding Zhenren was a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun. If his beloved disciple was poached by someone else, it would be strange for his master to remain in office.

But even if he wanted to run away, how could he possibly escape from the clutches of Yuanshi Tianzun? Would he hide in the wild sea for the rest of his life?

However, this is a great catastrophe, and they are also victims of the catastrophe. How can they escape?

Gradually, a hint of determination flashed in Yu Ding's eyes. Since he couldn't run away, he could only face his fear. Oh no, my dear master...

"Beiyue, take your people and leave!"

Yu Ding stood up and patted his spotless Taoist robe: "Remember, don't do evil, bully others, or take advantage of the weak. Do more good deeds..."

"Yes!"

Beiyue looked stern and bowed.

As he leaned forward, the wound on his chest split open on the spot, and the newly changed robe was spurted out with a few wisps of golden immortal blood with a fresh fragrance, dyeing it bright red.

Yu Ding and Beiyue Zhenren were both stunned.

The scene became very awkward for a while.

Zhenren Beiyue wanted to die. Although the sword energy in his body was difficult to erase for the time being, it would not be fatal to him because he had the body of a golden immortal.

Just one careless wound will cause blood to spurt out...

"Well, try to eliminate the sword energy yourself first."

Yu Ding coughed dryly and said, "You also heard that I have something to do right now. If you can't kill time, then come to my temple later and I'll help you get rid of it."

"Thank you, Immortal!" True Man Beiyue thanked.

But this time the movement was very small and I didn't dare to bend down.

At this time, a white crane spread its wings and flew over.

Yu Ding tapped the ground with his toes, and with a flick of his body, he landed on the back of the crane like a fairy, and said in a clear voice: "Remember to do more good deeds..."

He actually has a purpose for teaching like this. If these people are inspired by him and do more good deeds in the future, he will also have a share of the merit of persuasion.

He lacks merit now!

Very short supply, urgently needed!

Because the disciples he taught killed and did evil, part of the cause and effect will also be imposed on him.

The way of heaven is fair. It is the teacher's fault if he does not teach strictly. Even if you become a saint in the future but fail to surpass the way of heaven, heaven will remember this clearly in his little notebook.

When he passes the tribulation, these causes and effects will be added to his tribulation, increasing the difficulty of his tribulation.

Merits can reduce sins.

It’s hard to be a master… Yu Ding sighed in his heart.

When Yuan Hong caused chaos in Heaven, there must have been a lot of killing.

Now there is a great calamity waiting for him in the Conferred God Stage. Under the "filial piety" of his eldest disciple, Yu Ding can almost feel the dark clouds of calamity rolling over his forehead.

In the future, he will have to teach more sentient beings to do positive things to reduce the sins of him and his disciples... Yu Ding thought silently in his heart.

Before knowing the truth of the matter, as a master, you naturally choose to believe your disciple.

He believed that he had some understanding of Yuan Hong's personality and character. Because of this, he absolutely did not believe that Yuan Hong would cause trouble in the Heavenly Palace for no reason.

Yang Jian made a big fuss in Heaven, but since he had the Jade Emperor as a relative, his actions were just minor. But it was different for Yuan Hong, as he had no backing.

This time he also believed that there must be some hidden story.

Of course, if Yuan Hong really went astray, turned into a demon and betrayed his original intention and the oath he made to him, then as a master, all he could do was clean up the mess.

After patiently giving instructions, Yu Ding got on his convertible supersonic plane and flew to Kunlun Mountains.

But this time he patiently instructed He'er to fly slowly so that he could regulate his breathing and recover his cultivation.

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It was also during this trip that Yu Ding finally had an impression of the prehistoric world.

Big! Really big!

It is so vast and boundless that it is hard to see its end. Some mountains and forests are filled with the breath of ancient times.

Yu Ding was riding on a crane, looking at the vast wilderness and was quite shocked.

He actually had some estimate of the prehistoric world in his mind, but it was obvious that the true vastness of the prehistoric world was beyond his imagination.

Fortunately, He'er knew the way, otherwise he doubted whether he would accidentally get lost in this vast wilderness if he were to travel alone.

Yu Ding did not dare to stay on the road for long. After recovering some of his magic power, he asked Xiao Heer to turn on the double supersonic mode and rush to Kunlun Mountain.

At the same time, Yu Ding was also experiencing the wonders of the fourth level of Yuan Gong.

After using natural resources and treasures to break through to the Golden Immortal realm, although the realm has been improved, the foundation is unstable and the combat effectiveness is average, but the speed of refining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into magic power will also greatly increase.

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Kunlun Mountain is majestic and magnificent.

It is the first sacred mountain after the ancient sacred mountain Buzhou and is known as the ancestor of all mountains.

The Yuxu Palace on the top of the mountain is the ancestral home of the Chan school.

It seems endless at a glance, and almost every mountain peak stands tall in the clouds, majestic and magnificent.

The entire peak of Kunlun Mountain is glowing, with thousands of auspicious purple auras and light golden light flowing, showing the extraordinary and grandeur of the holy land.

As an existence in the current primitive world that can compete with the Jiejiao, which is full of immortals, the Chenjiao also has many Qi-refining practitioners and immortals, and there are countless people with deep roots and blessings.

At this time, a corner in the Yuxu Holy Land was surrounded by some disciples of the Chan Sect.

Two disciples were sparring with each other on a high platform.

But I saw a man in a blue robe, with a handsome face, standing in the air, looking indescribably handsome and elegant.

Another young disciple was wearing a black robe. He had an ordinary look on his face. His robe was torn and he had scars on his body. He stared at his opponent with a vigilant look and a slight breath.

"Xiao Zhen, come on!"

"Hurry up, you can't be defeated by a disciple who has been in the sect for a hundred years, right?"

There were laughter from disciples in the surrounding stands.

In the sky, the handsome blue-robed Taoist raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Did you hear that, Junior Brother Shen? Admit defeat!"

The young man in black robe shook his head stubbornly when he heard this.

"Humph, you don't know how to appreciate my kindness. Then don't blame me, your senior brother, for being rude."

Xiao Zhen's expression turned cold, he made a gesture and pointed his finger, eight colorful streams of light broke through the air, shuttled back and forth on the stage, and cut down sharp sword beams.

The young man in black robe dodged quickly, but was still hit by the flying sword again on his back, leaving another wound.

However, he also rolled over and came to Xiao Zhen who was standing in the air.

"Five...Five Thunders...Art!"

The young man in black robe quickly made a hand gesture, bit his finger, wrote the word "thunder" on the palm of his hand, and raised his right hand high and pointed it downwards.

Boom!

A beam of lightning as thick as a bucket struck down with a loud bang.

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