The whole Journey to the West panicked, my disciples are all sanctified

In the current world, the way of heaven is still on the side of Buddhism. In ancient times, the battle between Hongjun and Luohu interrupted all the meridians of the West.

Now that Hongjun is in harmony with the Dao of Heaven, it is natural to pay back this cause and effect, make up for the loss of the West, and make it prosperous.

Even if Hongjun is not counted, there are still two sages in the west who are accepted and mentioned. The two sages have borrowed money to become saints, made great ambitions, and owed countless merits. Unable to stabilize, so whoever dares to obstruct the progress of Journey to the West will kill them and face the wrath of the two saints.

In the current Three Realms, only the Sanqing can suppress the two Western Saints, but the three Saints were forbidden to leave after taking the Meteor Saint Pill. In this world, no force can compete with the Buddhism that has two Saints.

Of course, it is not advisable to be tough on the front, but it is still possible to do small tricks behind the scenes.

The bookstore can deceive all secrets, as long as he does not seek death, no one can deduce his existence.

In the future, I really can't hide it, and he might become a saint by then.

After becoming a saint, he was still afraid of birds.

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Great Qin Immortal Kingdom.

The first son of the Immortal Emperor Yingzheng, also the Prince Lietian of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty, is already six years old.

Over the past six years, Jin Chanzi has realized step by step that this is not a simple mortal dynasty, and his cheap father is not a simple king either...

Chapter 92: Jin Chanzi's Disdain!Sacrifice ceremony!

Daqin Palace.

The 6-year-old Jin Chanzi was born in pink and jade, round and round, and looks cute and cute, but the wisdom that does not match his age flashes in his eyes from time to time, destroying this sense of cuteness.

"Mistake, too much mistake."

Jin Chanzi managed to get rid of the maid who was serving him, and hid in the courtyard alone, saying with a serious face.

The Buddha let him go down to experience the hardships of life, and it turned out that he was fine. He was well-clothed and well-fed since he was born, and his cheap mother almost spoiled him to heaven, holding him in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, all kinds of things Served with delicious food and drink, he has broken the precept all over the place, he has already begun to look rich at a young age, and he is a little fat.

How did this happen?

"I'm the second disciple of the Buddha, why did I fall like this?"

Jin Chanzi sat on the stone bench, stroking his round belly and whispering to himself.

"Tian'er, why did you hide here? Let my mother look for it. Are you hungry? Mother has prepared your favorite beef stew." A concerned voice sounded, Jin Chanzi's cheap mother, Zheng Niangniang came flying, that's right, she was flying, and landed in the courtyard as light as a swallow.

Jin Chanzi has become accustomed to this, and since that cheap father named him 'Cracking the Sky', he knew that this dynasty was not normal.

Their father, mother, and many people in the palace practiced cultivation. When Jin Chanzi was three years old, Zheng Niangniang told her son that if she wanted to fly around like her, she should go to your father.

Jin Chanzi sneered at this, his little mouth almost crooked.

He doesn't practice because he has to experience normal birth, old age, sickness and death, and ten lifetimes of catastrophe, not because he doesn't know how to practice.

As the second disciple of the Buddha, his brain is full of the profound and profound meanings of Buddhism, the supreme method, and the ordinary skills are also suitable for him to practice?

Immediately, Jin Chanzi shook his head, expressing that he was not interested in cultivation, he just wanted to be a literati and poet.

Zheng Niangniang doted on her son, but she didn't force her, and let Jin Chanzi go.

"Mom, I'm not hungry. I want to be alone." Jin Chanzi said with a big head. He has no cultivation in his physical body, and he can't resist food at all. After Tang, it has been out of control since then, which annoyed Jin Chanzi, thinking about finding a chance to reopen it.

And every time he heard this cheap parent call him to crack the sky, Jin Chanzi said that he was about to crack.

Ordinary people are courageous, the more ignorant they are, the more ambitious they are.

Can the sky be broken at will?

Do you think you are Pan Gu?

"Tian'er, why are you unhappy again? How about my mother accompany you to fly a kite? Or. To catch grasshoppers?" Zheng Niangniang said softly.

"Mom! I'm not a child anymore, don't fool me with those things, who wants to play with such childish things." Jin Chanzi couldn't help but complain.

"Yes, yes, my Tian'er has grown up." Zheng Niangniang nodded repeatedly, as if what you said was right.

Jin Chanzi stopped talking, feeling very tired.

Or find a chance to reopen it.

He has to go through ten lifetimes of cultivation and go through all kinds of calamities before he can achieve the true fruit. Being wasted in this mundane dynasty does not help his practice at all.

"By the way, Tian'er, in two days' time it will be our Daqin's annual sacrificial ceremony. This time, your father called you to attend. You must go. Don't make him angry."

Zheng Niangniang said suddenly, with a serious face and a solemn tone.

"Okay, I'll go." Jin Chanzi nodded in response.

He has known about this so-called sacrificial ceremony for a long time. There is no sacrifice to heaven and earth, no sacrifice to ghosts and gods. It is said that a great existence is sacrificed, the master of his cheap father.

The first time he knew about it, Jin Chanzi almost laughed out loud. He could imagine that the master of his cheap father must be a mortal monk who taught some low-level methods, and he was caught by his unseen world. His father was shocked as a celestial being, and he was regarded as the emperor teacher of the dynasty and a totem-like existence.

How could he, Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of the Buddha's World Honored One, sacrifice to this kind of existence? During the previous sacrifices, he pretended to be ill and avoided him.

This time, Jin Chanzi didn't want to hide, he wanted to end this cause and effect earlier, reincarnated, and experienced a second life.

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this day.

The annual sacrificial ceremony of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Since the name of the Qin Kingdom was changed, the king of Qin Yingzheng erected the statue of the emperor of the Daqin Immortal Dynasty. Over the years, the weather has been smooth, and the territory of Daqin has expanded several times. There is a chance to become a fairy.

After these years of development, the Emperor Master has become a totem-like existence of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Although countless Daqin citizens have never seen the real body of the Emperor Master, the supremely stalwart statue standing in Xianyang City has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the Daqin people.

A few days before the sacrifice, Xianyang City was already crowded by people from all over the place. Those who came early had already occupied the city, and those who came later could only be in the back row of the city.

On the day of the sacrificial ceremony, there was darkness in and around the city, and it was impossible to see the edge.

Without him, these people have more or less comprehended the way of cultivating Taoism from the master's masterpiece.

Because of this, the respect for the emperor and teacher has reached the point where it cannot be added.

The moment before the sacrificial ceremony, Immortal Emperor Yingzheng walked to the altar with a solemn expression, leading the family members of the harem and all the civil and military officials.

Naturally, Jin Chanzi was also among them, following behind his mother Zheng Niangniang with a helpless face, his intelligent and agile eyes wandered around, and soon noticed the huge statue standing in the distance.

"This is the magic stick...cheap father's master!"

Jin Chanzi thought to himself, and suddenly felt a little regretful. Later, he wants to worship this statue of the god stick with these idiots?

Where will the face of the second disciple of the Buddha's World Honored One go?

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"The auspicious time has come!" The etiquette officer of the sacrifice sang loudly.

Ying Zheng stepped up to the altar with a solemn expression.The sacrificial rites were recited, countless people of the Great Qin Dynasty worshiped, civil and military officials, and even Jin Chanzi was pressed down by Zheng Niangniang. He wanted to resist, but at this time Jin Chanzi had no magic power, and he was no longer the genius of Buddhism. Disciple of Buddha.

"That's all, just this time, for the sake of cheap parents, let's worship this magic stick."

Jin Chanzi thought to himself.

At this time, after worshiping the master, Yingzheng, a huge golden dragon of luck appeared around him.

"Bring the heart of heaven with my heart, replace the will of heaven with my will, my seal of God!"

The aura on Ying Zheng's body soared into the sky, his eyes shot out golden lights, and there was a mark condensed between his eyebrows. As soon as this mark came out, a wave of energy rushed out from the whole body of the Great Qin Min and gathered towards Xianyang City .

Countless people of Great Qin looked at the golden seal on Xianyang City in horror.

They felt an irresistible force, as if they still had a great connection with themselves.

Below the altar.

Jin Chanzi was dumbfounded.

What does cheap daddy want to do?

Is this a means that the Mortal Dynasty can have?

Chapter 93 My God Seal!Great Qin Transformation!

Jin Chanzi looked at the cheap father on the altar in shock.

The golden dragon of luck is mighty, and there is a golden mark rushing out from between his eyebrows, like a little golden man, madly devouring the endless rolling luck, mysterious and unpredictable.

Although Jin Chanzi couldn't see what Ying Zheng was doing, he could still feel that this cheap father was using an unimaginable secret method to change himself and the country.

Jin Chanzi was a little skeptical about life, that such an astonishing person appeared in a small mortal country, and it was his cheap old man.

"My heart replaces the heart of heaven, my will replaces the will of heaven, my seal of God!"

Ying Zheng said in a loud voice, the aura on his body was changing rapidly, as if he had embarked on another path.

His cultivation base has entered the Golden Immortal, rushing towards the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

The Supreme Treasure in "The King of Holy Kings", the Seal of My God.

After the little golden man between the eyebrows flew out, Yingzheng was bathed in the depth of the golden light. In this golden light, there seemed to be one figure after another of supreme dignity, all of whom were worshiping Yingzheng.

The holder of the God Seal of Zhen will become the unique emperor of the heavens, and can suppress any existence of "Zhen".

Similarly, for one's own country, it will bring auspiciousness and blessing to all people.

For a moment, the countless people of Daqin felt as if they had been sublimated, feeling inexplicably comfortable.

Even Jin Chanzi under the altar felt the change, his mortal body was strengthened by a mysterious force, very light.

"I... Who the hell is this cheap father?"

"Why such an astonishing method?"

Jin Chanzi's heart was full of turbulent waves, and his small face was full of tangled thoughts.

Is it...

Could it be that my cheap father is the good corpse of the Jade Emperor?

No, the Jade Emperor has no reason to go to the mortal world to be the king of a mortal dynasty.

After all, he is an existence known as the co-lord of the Three Realms.

...

At the same time, the Jade Emperor who was sitting in the Lingxiao Palace shuddered inexplicably, and had a whim for no reason.

He silently pinched his fingers to figure out the cause of this cause, but it was hazy, surrounded by clouds and fog.

"Strange... Could it be that I feel wrong?"

The Jade Emperor thought to himself, before he had time to think about it, he was interrupted by the words of His Highness and courtiers.

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Great Qin Dynasty.

The annual sacrificial ceremony is over.

The people who came to the sacrifice ceremony receded like the tide, and Jin Chanzi followed Zheng Niangniang back to the palace in a daze.

"Tian'er, come here, I have something to say to you for my father."

Ying Zheng glanced at his chubby son and said, after finishing speaking, he turned and left.

Under Zheng Niangniang's push and push, Jin Chanzi trotted along and followed.

Came to a secret room.

Jin Chanzi panicked inexplicably, did this cheap father already know his identity?

Impossible, his identity cannot be seen by non-quasi-sages.

"Tian'er, how old are you this year?" Ying Zheng asked in a calm voice with his back turned to his son.

"Return to father... My son is over six years old this year!" Jin Chanzi replied honestly.

"Did you see what happened on the altar just now?" Ying Zheng asked again.

"Look... did you see it?" Jin Chanzi was a little confused, what did this mean, found out his identity, and wanted to kill him?

"Since I saw it... do you want to be like Father?"

Ying Zheng raised his voice a little, turned around, and looked at his son with a smile on his face.