The illusion in front of Wei Yuan and the chaotic Buddhist scriptures in his ears gradually subsided.

In front of him, the surging Huai River and the quiet depths of the abyss remained. Wu Zhiqi lifted the hand that was pressing on Wei Yuan's shoulder and looked at the latter, who staggered and sat down on the ground, panting heavily. He asked thoughtfully, "The one you saw earlier, is that the so-called Sangha? The reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Wei Yuan's face turned pale and he nodded.

Wu Zhiqi sneered, "It seems that this lineage is very strong in Shen Zhou."

Wei Yuan had no strength to respond. After catching his breath, he thought about what he had just seen, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

A thought lingered in his mind.

Because of the illusion of the Sangha contained in the jade dragon, Wei Yuan could only conclude that the monk Sangha who came to the Middle Earth Shen Zhou during the Tang Dynasty was indeed alive. But this conclusion was almost absurd to the point of impossibility. Zhang Daoling had never achieved it, so how did he do it?

And if he put this matter aside and traced back in time, the Sangha arrived in Shen Zhou during the Tang Dynasty.

In other words, the Kun Lun Incident also occurred during that period.

What exactly happened back then?

The Sui Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty...

Wei Yuan suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart, closed his eyes and pondered. Wu Zhiqi paid no attention to him and just drank his wine. After a long period of contemplation, Wei Yuan suddenly realized a huge problem at a certain point in time. His expression changed slightly. During the Tang Dynasty, Shen Zhou was truly the celestial empire, with nations from all over the world coming to pay tribute.

It was during this era that the monk from Sakura Island crossed the sea to the east, Xuan Zang traveled to the west, and the Sangha entered the country. Even missionaries from distant Europa traveled far and wide to spread their religion to the Tang Dynasty, known as Nestorian Christianity, and built temples.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this represented cultural integration. But now, when it was connected to the transcendent worldview, it was not so simple anymore. It not only represented the unparalleled strength of the Tang Dynasty, but also the significant reduction in the difficulty for transcendent cultivators from outside to enter Shen Zhou.

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the westbound monks had to offer Buddhist treasures in order to establish temples under the watchful eyes of the Sima and the officials. It was a cautious endeavor.

For example, the White Horse Temple in Luoyang.

Wei Yuan thought of the inheritance of the Sima. It originated from the Great Zhou, began in the Han Wu, and ended in the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

During the Tang Dynasty, the hidden tigers no longer existed in Shen Zhou, and various forces accompanied the conquest of the Tang Dynasty, pouring into the Middle Earth. At the time of peace and prosperity, they also laid the hidden dangers for the future collapse of this powerful celestial empire. The Sangha also entered the Middle Earth during this period.

What a pity...

Wei Yuan suddenly felt a little regretful. If the hidden tigers of the Tang Dynasty still existed, it would not be someone like Yu Chi Jingde or Qin Qiong, but someone like them, a god-like figure.

And if the hidden tigers of the Tang Dynasty were still there, who would dare to touch the divinity of Shen Zhou? The hidden tigers would capture and kill anyone who violated the divine land. It was a historical event hidden in the mist, impossible to change. After thinking about it, the only evaluation was "what a pity."

Wei Yuan wrote the word "Tang" on the ground with his finger, feeling a little absent-minded.

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He sorted out some of the past events, but discovered an even greater puzzle. What exactly happened during the Tang Dynasty, or the Sui and Tang Dynasties, that caused the hidden tigers to disappear and Kun Lun to be in trouble, and Winged Dragon to go west?

If the Sangha is still alive, where is he hiding now?

How did he do it?

Thinking and thinking, Wei Yuan couldn't figure it out clearly. He just thought about the crisis he almost encountered when he confronted the illusion earlier, and he knew very well that he should not touch these things now. He should find a way to improve his own strength and cultivation to deal with the things hidden in the past years. He suppressed the doubts in his heart and erased the word "Tang."

Wu Zhiqi, with his golden eyes, glanced at Wei Yuan and said with a hint of schadenfreude, "You chopped off their ancestral stone statues. You might have trouble when you go out. Those monks may not let you off. I just heard that they call you the enemy of Buddhism."

Wei Yuan pondered and thought of the situation when he first saw the Hidden Tiger Order. He replied, "Strictly speaking, I am indeed the enemy of Buddhism."

Wu Zhiqi was astonished.

Wei Yuan took off his mask, sat on the ground with his hands on his knees, his back straight, and his expression calm. He looked at Wu Zhiqi and answered, "Those who offend Shen Zhou, even if they possess monstrous strength, must be captured and killed."

Wu Zhiqi widened his eyes and stared at Wei Yuan in silence for a long time. Then he burst into laughter, laughing heartily, causing the entire water area to shake and churn. The chains on him made a loud noise. He waved his hand heavily and exclaimed, "Good!"

He laughed again.

And drank all the strong liquor.

Wei Yuan put away the jade dragon, stood up after drinking, and the matter here had been resolved. He finally saw some unknown things in history, but when he was about to leave, the chains on Wu Zhiqi's body shook, and he spoke again, "Can I consider that I saved your life just now?"Wei Yuan was surprised and didn't know why Wu Zhiqi brought this up at this time, but still nodded.

Wu Zhiqi said, "I want you to do something."

He pointed to the surrounding waters and sighed, "The Huai River has been depositing here for thousands of years. The water has been flowing eastward, but it has never entered the East Sea. Killing some insignificant monsters is not enough. I want you to patrol the Huai River with this water and return it to the East Sea."

Wei Yuan's eyes twitched.

He had previously done the so-called Water Lord's Eastern Patrol, but what he did before and what Wu Zhiqi wanted to do were completely different concepts. After killing the monsters in this water area, Wu Zhiqi wanted to walk from the Huai River to the East Sea as a demonstration.

This would definitely have a corresponding impact, and it would be huge.

Wei Yuan looked at Wu Zhiqi and saw the genuine hope in his eyes that the Huai River's water flow, which was trapped here with him, could return to the East Sea. However, considering the impact it would bring, Wei Yuan still hesitated. Wu Zhiqi did not get angry, but said, "If it's difficult, then forget it."

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, looked at Wu Zhiqi, and spoke honestly without hiding or evading, "This kind of thing will have an impact on modern society, and I am also a person of this era, so I cannot agree rashly. However, I can ask the people responsible for this kind of thing in the mortal world and see if they agree."

"Wait a moment, Water Lord."

Wu Zhiqi was surprised and curious about how Wei Yuan would communicate with the other party.

This was the bottom of the Huai River, far away from the sects in the mortal world.

Then he saw Wei Yuan take out a mobile phone from his pocket.

Wu Zhiqi was stunned.

"???!"

..................

It turned out that the Special Operations Group's claim that they could receive signals even in a ditch was not an exaggeration.

As long as it was not interfered by transcendent factors, you could completely trust the signal of this thing.

Wei Yuan sent a message to his acquaintance from the Tian Shi Fu, Zhang Ruosu.

"Are you available, fellow Daoist? I have a friend who might cause some commotion in the Huai River."

"I don't know if there is a way to conceal it? Or if it is convenient?"

At this time, Zhang Tao and the others had already conveyed what they had encountered to the Tian Shi Fu.

The sudden appearance of the two guardian gods was enough to make people's scalps tingle.

Then there was the Huai River's evil god.

And the mysterious man who killed all the evil gods in the Huai River.

When Zhang Ruosu was in seclusion, these things almost gave the disciples under the sect a headache. Just at this time, Zhang Yun stumbled and held the old master's mobile phone, and found several senior brothers in the sect.

The cultivators who were troubled by the abnormality in the Huai River saw these words and their eyes twitched. They looked at each other in silence and discussed for a long time:

"This is the owner of that place..."

"According to Zhang Tao, those two guardian gods were most likely summoned by this person's talisman."

"How high must his cultivation be to summon the gods?"

The various cultivators debated with each other and finally made a corresponding judgment. They believed that the other party should have nothing to do with the two incidents in the Huai River. His previous mention of paying attention to the Huai River might be related to his friend, who might be a monster in the Huai River and planned to cause some disturbance outside.

"But no matter what, the existence of the evil gods in the Huai River and the intervention of cultivators to kill them are already significant. If more trouble is caused, it will probably affect the lives of ordinary people in the mountains. The master is currently in seclusion, so we can only refuse according to the rules of the Tian Shi Fu."

A middle-aged cultivator spoke up.

He took the phone and was about to refuse, but before he could do anything, a hand silently reached out from behind and effortlessly grabbed the phone back. This made the cultivator's heart tremble, and when he turned around, he saw an old man in a simple Taoist robe standing there. The cultivators were startled and quickly stood up to pay their respects.

The middle-aged cultivator who spoke earlier respectfully said, "Master."

He explained, "Many things have happened on both sides of the Huai River at this moment. The disciples are worried that if something abnormal happens to this person's friend again, it will probably have a negative impact on the mortal world and disrupt the lives of ordinary people."

Zhang Ruosu leisurely said, "Let it disrupt."

The cultivator was stunned and raised his head, "This... Master?"

Zhang Ruosu glanced at everyone with his eyes and said, "The time for the revival of spiritual power will come, and it's time to slowly let those who don't cultivate know some things, so as not to cause a real panic when things really spread..."

The middle-aged cultivator said, "Master is right, but the cultivation method for ordinary people has not been studied yet."

Zhang Ruosu smiled, "That's even better. Let's urge them to produce results quickly.""Besides, what is an ordinary person? You and I are ordinary people. We can cultivate, and so can everyone else. I think it's not that they can't produce results, but they are unwilling to do so. They always think they are the true cultivators and regard others as ordinary people, or even worse, mortals. What is this?"

"Oh, right. According to the trendy language of the young people, this is called superiority, being above others."

The old Taoist stroked his beard, somewhat proud of the barrage of words that had sprung from his mouth.

The middle-aged Taoist quickly said, "How dare I?!"

Zhang Ruosu glanced at him and asked, "Then let me ask you, what is it that we cultivate at Longhu Mountain..."

The middle-aged Taoist respectfully replied, "To unify with the Great Dao, to understand the law naturally."

"Since I entered the mountain, I have been cultivating with all my heart, not daring to forget even a bit."

Zhang Ruosu nodded and asked again:

"So, if more people in the world start to cultivate, will it affect your own attainment of the Dao?"

The middle-aged Taoist said, "…No, the cultivation of the Dao depends on oneself."

Zhang Ruosu continued, "Then if you are the only one in the world who cultivates the Dao, can you attain it?"

The middle-aged Taoist's face gradually turned pale, and he said, "No."

Zhang Ruosu sighed, "If everyone in the world cultivates the Dao, it won't harm you at all; if you are the only one who truly cultivates, it can't benefit you at all. Why then do you want to prevent ordinary people from accessing the true cultivation method and being able to cultivate?"

"Do you feel that if everyone cultivates truth, you will no longer be special and become like an ordinary person? Then what you cultivate is not the Great Dao, but a position above all beings. That can be called power and benefit, or desire or position, but it is definitely not the Dao."

"Did you come to Longhu Mountain to seek power or to seek the Dao?"

The old Taoist looked calmly into the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed, and said:

"I have been cultivating for decades."

"Do you still remember the way of Zhengyi Alliance, do you know what 'True One, Not Two' means?"

This sentence was very weighty. Everyone who heard it felt as if a thunderbolt had struck them, leaving them speechless and unaware of their own selfish desires. Even in modern times, they bowed down, their faces pale, and feelings of shame arose in their hearts.

Zhang Ruosu sighed, "The future trend of the world cannot be reversed. It is better to guide than to block. It's time to gradually let the general public come into contact with the other side of the world, and then the method of cultivation can be popularized smoothly. If the revival of spiritual energy accelerates, it will not cause panic. This is an opportunity."

She casually sent a message to Wei Yuan across from her, asking:

"Is it the power of my Shen Zhou?"

Wei Yuan quickly replied, "Of course."

Then he saw Zhang Ruosu send another message: "How big is the movement."

"I guess it will be big."

The old Heavenly Master pondered for a moment and said, "Can it be bigger?"

Wei Yuan: "...How big do you mean?"

"As big as you can make it, without hurting anyone."

Wei Yuan looked at this line of text, fell silent for a moment, then glanced at Wu Zhiqi next to him. He felt that Zhang Ruosu probably didn't understand the situation very well. This was not a joking matter. His original intention was to hope that Zhang Ruosu would ask the high-level officials of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, not to drag Zhang Ruosu into the pit. So he pondered for a moment and sent a message.

Next to Zhang Ruosu, the Taoist who had just stood up subconsciously glanced at the screen and saw a new line of text appear on the phone.

"Is this your idea, or the idea of your master and grandmaster..."

The Taoists from the Heavenly Master's Mansion were stunned.

They subconsciously looked at the current Heavenly Master, who was over a hundred years old.

Ignoring the content, they could easily see that the person on the other side was considering, his tone was very cautious and polite, with a hint of doubt and well-intentioned advice.

But, master and grandmaster...

They opened their mouths, speechless for a moment.

Zhang Ruosu knew that the other party probably thought she was a young person, hence the question. But the old Taoist looked at the expressions of his disciples and found it quite amusing, so he had no intention of explaining. Yes, the old Taoist was indeed a young man.

He was very pleased with himself.

Zhang Ruosu quickly typed a reply.

Wei Yuan's phone vibrated, and he saw a sticker from Zhang Ruosu.

A bunch of cat heads giving a thumbs up.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and sent Zhang Ruosu a message.

"??(●????`●)????(●????`●)??"

The old Heavenly Master couldn't help but laugh out loud, then looked around at his disciples and said, "He agreed."

The surrounding Taoists opened their mouths, their faces full of confusion about the two's way of communication, and then comforted themselves, perhaps this was just the way of the elders.

It was normal for them to be out of sync.

Wei Yuan turned his head to look at Wu Zhiqi and said cautiously:

"We can do it."

PS: A big chapter of 4,400 words.

I can't do it anymore, I might have to take a break, just this chapter for today. I need to adjust my schedule, or I feel like I'm going to die on the keyboard. The chapters are late, I go to bed late, get up late, feel listless, write late, post chapters late, get up late, this vicious cycle is almost unsolvable, I'm lying down...

Thanks to the African who smuggled in for the big reward, thank you.