inspire-indiana Chapter 437 3 Teachings
Chapter 437 3 Teachings
Chapter 437 The Three Teachings
Mosquito Taoist stared blankly at Yang Jiao, who was now as tall as him.
The sobbing gradually subsided.
His tightly pursed lips formed a straight line, and his tentative fingertips landed on Yang Jiao's chin, then slowly climbed upwards.
Her lips, her nose, her eyebrows and eyes.
Having imprinted the grown-up Yang Jiao back into his heart, Mosquito Taoist's slender white fingertips fell again, returning to her cherry-red lips, applying a gentle touch.
The fingertips feel soft and fluffy.
Mosquito Taoist tilted his head, his gaze fixed intently on her lips.
Yang Jiao's soft lips curved slightly upward, a hint of confusion in her eyes: "Mosquitoes?"
Mosquito Taoist quickly withdrew his hand and murmured:
"You, you said it."
You said you'll always need mosquitoes.
"Yes, I said it, I'll always need Mosquito." After Yang Jiao finished speaking, seeing that Mosquito had finally calmed down, she suddenly smiled, wrapped her arms around her, and said, "Yang Jiao and Mosquito are the best of the best!"
Mosquito Taoist no longer needed to look down; he could see Yang Jiao's face clearly just by turning his head slightly to the side, and his eyes began to brighten.
From the side, Yang Jiao's eyelashes are so long and curled.
Like a small fan, gently waving.
She blinked in sync with the curve of the fluttering eyelashes, and suddenly said:
"Yang Jiao, you are so beautiful."
Yang Jiao turned around and looked at her. "Even mosquitoes are pretty."
This is not a lie to Mosquito Daoist. The Asuras in the Blood Sea are known for their enchanting and beautiful women, but none of them can compare to Mosquito Daoist.
……
Reed awning.
The two saints of the Western Sect have lost too much of their cultivation and are unwilling to accept this, so they are about to stir up trouble.
But they saw that the Supreme Sage only had eyes for that ox, and was oblivious to everything else.
Zhunti Daoist could only say to Yuanshi Tianzun:
"Fellow Daoist, the sword formation of the Tongtian Sect Leader has been broken, and the army can continue to advance. The only question is how to punish him?"
Yuanshi Tianzun looked at his junior brother holding the Qingping Sword in the Nine Heavens and pondered:
"In terms of strength, I am evenly matched with him, but Tongtian has many magical treasures that can deal with saints, so I cannot make a move rashly."
The Western Sect has already gained half the credit for breaking the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, and they will also receive a reward for their merits after the Investiture of the Gods is completed.
However, since he and his senior brother had lost so much of their magical power, it wouldn't be a problem if they went to another immortal realm to cultivate for a month or so. But if they returned to the Western Sect, a place with insufficient spiritual energy, it would probably take them a year or two. But if they didn't return, the Qiankun Bag would still need them to oversee its future.
This loss was far too great.
The Guide Daoist brushed aside Maitreya and said with a stern face, "Tongtian has violated the Investiture of the Gods. I am going to Zixiao Palace to file a complaint against him and beg you, Master, to subdue him!"
His voice was not quiet; he invoked the name of Hongjun Laozu, deliberately speaking to the Tongtian Sect Leader in heaven.
However, the Tongtian Sect Leader did not show the expected look of fear on his face; instead, he looked at him with a mocking expression.
Standing tall naturally creates a sense of oppression, and coupled with the overwhelming aura of the Tongtian Sect Leader, whose disdainful gaze was utterly sarcastic:
"The Investiture of the Gods? I still remember how eagerly you declined in Zixiao Palace back then, but now you're rushing to claim it. Who's in the wrong?"
The Tongtian Cult Leader's lips curled into a playful smile.
The guide seemed to be watching a joke:
Have you gotten used to earning good karma with nothing?
This brings us back to the fact that Jieyin and Zhunti attained sainthood by making great vows.
Pangu, the primordial sage of the Great Dao,
Heavenly Sages Hongjun and the Three Pure Ones
The Three Pure Ones are those who achieved the status of Heavenly Saints through their own formidable strength and immense merit.
The Virtuous and Holy Goddess Nuwa.
Saints who owe Heavenly favors include Jieyin and Zhunti.
Their faces changed constantly, but facts speak louder than words. If they really made a scene, they would lose all face.
Moreover, Jieyin and Zhunti were overjoyed when they learned that it was the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Any one of those four swords was a treasure that would be unparalleled in the Three Realms. Unfortunately, after the formation was broken, they were summoned back by the Tongtian Sect Leader before they could even pick them up!
Fortunately, he was still carrying the unconscious Daoist Duobao in his hands, which gave him some comfort.
He looked up at the figure holding the sword above and laughed:
"The dignified Tongtian Sect Master's number one disciple has now fallen into my hands. It is truly because he is not destined to be with your Jie Sect. I will take him in and teach him properly."
I thought that this would be a slap in the face to the leader of the Tongtian Cult.
But unexpectedly,
He gave a low chuckle and said generously:
"It's yours."
It's as if his Jie Sect has plenty of people with this level of cultivation, and doesn't need one more.
But his Western religion is truly lacking!
At the moment when Jieyin's face was ashen, Yuanshi Tianzun cast a glance at him and thought to himself: Why not knock out Randeng and throw him over there as well?
Eh,
The opportunity to take advantage of the absence of junior apprentices.
The Supreme Sage was only concerned with watching his ox, which had been restless ever since it descended to the mortal realm.
"Niu'er, what's wrong?"
The blue ox looked around.
Senior sister, where is she?
Niu Niu brought the Golden Elixir and wanted to exchange it for oranges.
Oh dear, Laozi is blocking Niu Niu from finding his senior sister.
The Supreme Sage was nudged by the green ox before he used his flat cane to bump into the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
The Primordial Celestial Venerable said:
"You two have indeed violated the rules set when the Investiture of the Gods was signed by coming here. Nothing in the Three Realms can be hidden from Master Hongjun. You were in the wrong first. Although you have lost some magic power this time, you have gained merit."
"As for Tongtian, the Zhuxian Sword Formation has been broken, so he had no choice but to let him pass. You two should hurry back and recuperate."
The two saints of the Western religion naturally couldn't stay any longer.
Even if they stayed, they couldn't defeat that Tongtian, and would only be insulted for no reason.
So they prepared to set off.
Jieyin took a step, then turned back to look at Maitreya and Ksitigarbha, "Aren't you going back?"
Maitreya's smile remained unchanged as he whispered in the ear of the Guide Daoist, "The Qiankun Bag is already finished. All that's needed is for the two masters to go back and practice it. Staying here will also allow you to make more connections with other Daoists."
Jieyin nodded, praising Maitreya:
“It is good that you have this idea. We should spread the word that Western religion is beneficial to us. Maitreya, Master has indeed not misjudged you.”
He was extremely gratified.
Maitreya was filled with shame.
Then, the Guide and the Zhunti Daoist, carrying the still unconscious Duobao Daoist, flew towards the Western Sect.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva held Maitreya's hand and whispered:
"You are now handling your master with ease."
Maitreya looked up at the sky, his squinting eyes appearing even smaller in the vast auspicious clouds cast by the Tongtian Sect Leader. He sighed.
"Without him, only hands are familiar."
He hid in such a daring and reckless backyard, not understanding the temperaments of his masters; there was no way he could survive.