Sanqingshan, Qingwa Small Courtyard.

Hua Yang and Yun Miao quickly walked into the small courtyard, bowed their hands to the snoring white fox at the door, and then stood three steps away from the door with their hands bowed and said in unison: "Master, Hua Yang wants to see you."

"Come in."

A familiar but somewhat unfamiliar cold voice came from inside the house. They pushed the door open and saw a beautiful and tranquil female crown sitting on a chair. The silver needle in her hand was constantly passing through the white satin, as if she was tailoring a robe.

The Immortal Qingcang is recognized today as the most powerful person in the world.

Her prestige reaches as far as the nine heavens, and reaches the bottom of the blue sky. Living or dead, no one in the world trembles for eight hundred years.

The strength of Qingcang lies in the fact that there is no one in the world who can compete with it. The prosperity of Qingcang lies in the creation of eight hundred years of peace for the human race, and the great unity of the world through three nine rounds.

Educate all peoples, civilize the people, and spread the teachings.

She had so many achievements that her entire life could be recorded in history books.

At the same time, it is also a butcher's knife hanging over the heads of all strong men. The human race has never lacked public servants. In these eight hundred years of peace, countless truly righteous people have emerged. But they will eventually die, and their power will also be destroyed.

Limited and few.

However, Qingcang Immortal is nearly immortal, has unparalleled power, and is not distorted by the will of all things.

Every hundred years, she will wrestle with all living beings in the world, unyielding and ruthless.

Just among the Dao Sect, more than a dozen powerful men were executed by Immortal Qing Cang.

The world seeks justice, but great powers never like justice, especially justice that cannot be administered by them.

Qing Cang raised his eyebrows, his clear gray-black eyes were no longer as majestic as before, and were as calm as a clear spring.

"The cause and effect between you and Gu Wen has been settled. At least your life is safe."

"It all depends on the master's gift."

Huayang showed no signs of joy and kept his head down without forgetting the master who had given him a chance to survive.

There was no right or wrong in anything that happened back then, only cause and effect.

As the Tianzun who leads the Dao Sect, Hua Yang has never had a yardstick to measure right and wrong in his heart. He only pursues interests and harms. As long as he can clear away the obstacles to the immortal's resurrection, he can abandon everything.

But as a deity, you have great power but also need to shoulder responsibilities.

If things are done well, there will be merit, and if things are not done well, there will be faults. It is a very simple principle.

"Your temperament is suitable for sitting in the palace, but you are not suitable for becoming an immortal." Qing Cang shook his head helplessly and said: "If you could be as slippery as Yun Miao and bow your head first to admit your mistake, then things wouldn't be so troublesome."

Huayang said: "Disciple knows his mistake, but he has to admit it. In the future, Yuqing Tianzun is destined to be in charge of the Jade Palace. The cause and effect may undermine the justice of the Taoist sect, so it is better to end it once and for all."

Qing Cang said with a bit of anger: "But you gave him an excuse to run out. Pindao has only seen him less than three hundred times."

"..."

Hua Yang suddenly raised his head and looked at Qing Cang in disbelief.

This was the first time he heard Master Qingcang show such obvious emotions.

Yun Miao was not as rigid as him, and had already understood his master's love for his disciples. He said helplessly: "Master, Hongchen has only been in Dao Sect for three months, and he has met you three hundred times."

Two hundred and seventy days and three meetings a day were not enough. No wonder Gu Wen wanted to run away.

"Isn't it normal to see each other in the morning, noon and evening?" Qing Cang said matter-of-factly, "A poor Taoist man from a well-off family has three meals a day, and we have to eat together in the morning, noon and evening."

Yun Miao was helpless, but couldn't say much.

Hua Yang felt confused, but he was never a gossip, and said: "Master, Yuqing Tianzun is suspected of making trouble in Mount Xumi. Do you want to go and have a look?"

This was his main purpose. The matter of Yuqing Tianzun causing trouble in Mount Sumeru was learned by Dao Zong in a very short period of time.

Currently, 800,000 Taoist soldiers have been mobilized from eight states in all directions of Florida. If necessary, they can completely massacre the entire Florida.

Of course, the premise is that the Buddha does not take action.

"Pindao has been watching."

Qingcang's spiritual thoughts spanned millions of miles, looking at Mount Sumeru shrouded in Buddha's light, and said: "This monk has some abilities. He can actually isolate the world from heaven, which is a bit like the Buddhist world."

Monks imitate heaven and earth, saints create heaven and earth.

Because she left a part of the Taoist rhyme in the Book of Life and Death to resist the Earthly Saint Law and protect the lives of Gu Wen and Yu Hua, she still does not have a small world of her own.

It would be better for Qingcang to plan to plant grains inside, and use the immeasurable grains to create a world of great harmony.

Huayang said: "Will Tianzun Yuqing's trip interfere with the plan?"

"That's Chi Yuzi, but both of them are the same." Qingcang replied: "It would be good if we could figure it out slowly, but with the speed at which the Buddha can transform the Jade Sword Buddha, it may be difficult to match it.

What we wish for.”

Originally, Dao Zong planned to let the Jade Sword Buddha continue to suppress the Buddha for as long as he could, but now it seems that he can no longer suppress him.

Hua Yang asked again: "I wonder what chance the Jade Sword Buddha has of succeeding?"

"One percent."

Qingcang paused for a moment, then praised: "This girl's talent should be second only to Gu Wen, but the Buddha has the desire of heaven and earth, and she is proud to have even 1% of it."

Huayang's eyes were full of thoughts. After careful consideration, a trace of murderous intent emerged.

"Since the Jade Sword Buddha is difficult to achieve, then destroy the Buddha and destroy millions of Buddhist temples in Florida. Maybe the Jade Sword Buddha still has a chance to survive."

Yun Miao frowned and said: "What about the future? What Buddhism cultivates is not spiritual energy. As long as sentient beings have desires, the Buddha will not disappear. Buddha is not only a prosperous place for Buddhism, but also its prison. It cannot be easily touched."

For Taoism, destroying the Buddha is just a matter of thought.

Buddha could not defeat Immortal Qingcang, and Buddhism could not compare with Taoism, which was in charge of the world.

There are nine million Taoist soldiers in the world, thirty-six Heavenly Lords, and tens of thousands of True Lords of Return to the Void.

But Florida is like a cesspit. If it explodes, the whole world will be unclean. Any mortal may be enlightened by Buddha in his sleep, and countless temples will still spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

For Huayang, eradicating a huge hidden danger is more important than stability, because Buddhism has the foundation to shake the rule of Taoism.

As for Yun Miao, he, as a Taoist Taoist, prefers stability, so that he can have peace.

What the three people present want is that the human race has had three completely different societies for 800 years, and now it is a peaceful world in Yunmiao.

Yunmiao and Huayang looked at Qingcang and saw that this peerless true immortal whose reputation was so overwhelming that everyone in the world could not breathe, had sewn his Taoist robes again at some point.

"This world is not for the three of us, so let him have a try."

"Jade Qing Tianzun never has the world in his heart."

Hua Yang took half a step forward and said, "Please ask Master to order the annihilation of Buddhism."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked away by an invisible force. It took him three breaths before a loud noise came from outside.

Yun Miao twitched the corner of her mouth, cursing this idiot in her heart.

He asked: "Master, what are we going to do next?"

"He is not a child, and we all have our own things to do." Qing Cang spread out the tailor's robe in his hand, raised it and looked at it, smiling widely.

"It should fit well, and young people should wear something good-looking."

——

In the Buddhist hall.

The jade-faced young monk looked to the left, looked again, and finally settled on the Taoist priest in green clothes. He said in an ethereal voice: "Amitabha, this donor is destined to be my Buddha. Do you think that if you enter my Buddhism door, you will enjoy immeasurable blessings?"

"Enter my bliss in the Western Heaven and enjoy immeasurable blessings."

The subtle rhyme of the Buddha attracted dozens of monks below to break through immediately, and their realms soared. For a time, countless people closed their eyes and recited the scriptures silently, realizing the source of the blessings of the Buddha's message.

The powerful foreigners looked horrified.

Just a Buddha's intention can make you break through to a great realm?

Then what is the use of practicing Qi?

Some people feel unstable and start to sit cross-legged, either openly or covertly, eavesdropping on the monks chanting sutras around them, and wisps of wishes arise spontaneously.

There are three types of people who come here to observe the ceremony. One type is from famous sects from all over the world, who come because of friendship and face. The second type is those from the Taoist and Demonic sects who have no ambitions and want to become a Buddha to find a way. The third type is

He committed a crime and wanted to escape into Buddhism.

There are very few famous sects, and most people come here to become Buddhists.

"Amitabha."

An old true gentleman chanted in a low voice, his voice was very small, but everyone in the Buddhist hall heard it very clearly.

Under the gazes cast by the crowd, an old true king who was on the verge of death quickly turned into a young man like a dead tree blooming with spring.

Then three thousand black hair fell to the ground, the bald head was round, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.

"Escape into Buddhism?"

Taoist Qingyu raised his head and drank the immortal drunkenness poured by the female Bodhisattva, completely leaning into her arms.

He put one foot on the table and smiled contemptuously, just like a debauched man.

"Grandma, I am the Xuanmen Tianzun, the supreme one in the world. Are you worthy of a clay Buddha?"
To be continued...