"I heard that Tianzun is waiting for the students under the holy tree to condense the golden elixir before he is willing to come to earth again and educate all people!" said a well-informed person.

Others felt sorry when they heard this, and couldn't help complaining: "It's been three years, why is there still no one who has condensed the golden elixir?"

"How can cultivation be so easy?"

"What's more, what Tianzun preached is a brand new avenue, which leads directly to eternal life!"

"With such a great road, it is of course extremely difficult to make any progress!"

Nowadays, monks are not uncommon in China.

Moreover, it is something that people can encounter every day.

Even, we are neighbors and friends.

Everything about monks is no longer mysterious.

Cultivation, Taoism, and magical powers have already entered thousands of households.

appear in people's daily lives.

Therefore, the mystery of Taoism and magical power is no longer there.

Even farmers can tell a lot about this.

"Everyone..." At some point, a man in a green robe appeared in front of the farmers who were enjoying the cool weather in the pavilion beside the field and chatting.

He slightly cupped his hands and said, "I have come from afar. I don't know where this place is."

The farmers glanced at the stranger, and an old man stood up and replied: "This is Ju County under the rule of the State of Hua!"

"Where do the guests come from?"

The visitor smiled, raised his head, and revealed a young, kind, and handsome face: "Pindao came across the sea from Dongsheng Shenzhou!"

"I heard that there seems to be a sign of the birth of the Holy King in the Eastern Land, so I came here to follow the Holy King and make achievements!"

This rhetoric is impeccable.

Since the Three Emperors ruled the world, the Five Emperors have established their destiny, and the human race has spread to every tribe and state in the Three Realms.

Whenever a holy king is born, the monks in other states will feel it.

Then they came from all directions and worked tirelessly.

The Chinese people are also familiar with this young man's rhetoric.

In the past few years, Tianzun has been in retreat.

But there is an endless stream of monks, monsters, and witches from all over the place.

Therefore, the old man immediately said: "It turns out we are a visitor from afar!"

He had no doubt that Ju County was originally a country on the coast of the East China Sea.

As the Shui tribe went to sea and the Dragon tribe of the East China Sea also joined in the great cause of digging up dung stones to exchange for incense.

Jujun has also built several large terminals.

In the past two years, there have indeed been monks and monsters coming from places like Dongsheng Shenzhou and Beiju Luzhou one after another.

Last year, hundreds of demon clans even came from Beiju Luzhou.

"Guests can go to the government office in Ji City and register!" The old man introduced enthusiastically: "If you are suitable, the committee will arrange a mission for you!"

"Official office?" The young man chewed on the word.

"Has the Taoist tradition been completely established?" He thought in his mind, and then he raised his hands and said kindly to the old man: "I am a newbie, and I still don't understand many things. I hope my father-in-law can clear up my doubts!"

As he spoke, he took out a handful of shriveled fruit from his arms.

These fruits are red all over, with obvious traces of spiritual energy: "It's just a small gift, not respectful!"

When he thought about it, ordinary people like this would have their eyes widened when they saw such a spiritual fruit, right?

Unexpectedly, everyone in the pavilion laughed when they saw the spiritual fruit in his hand.

"Young man, please don't take out these things!" The old man smiled and said, "We don't lack these things either!"

"If you don't believe it, look back and see the wheat fields behind you!"

When the young man heard this, he was stunned for a while. He quietly loosened the tight restraint on his soul. When he looked back, he was shocked!

Because, in his soul's perception, the spiritual energy of the stretching wheat fields was intertwined and surrounded like a cyclone.

There is a large amount of spiritual food in this mortal's farmland!

He couldn't help but swallowed: "This... this..."

"On the Pure Land Spiritual Mountain, there are Buddhist Taoist soldiers cultivating Buddhist fields!"

"Buddha fields are all transformed by the spiritual veins of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and the spiritual energy radiated from the fairy mountains!"

"The spiritual food produced in it is offered before the Buddha to help the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and their disciples practice and understand the Dharma!"

"But, where is this place? There is such a large amount of spiritual food!"

"Although it is not as large as the Buddhist fields in Lingshan, but in terms of the number of the Buddhist fields in the Pure Land of Lingshan combined, I am afraid it is not as good as the number of wheat fields that I perceive!"

In his mind's perception, this mortal rural area in Nanzhan Continent has more than a million acres of rolling wheat fields.

The perception coming from the feedback from the soul is that these wheat fields where spiritual food is grown are endless and undulating.

Not only that, above these wheat fields, he felt the aura of demons.

These breaths may be large or small.

But every strand is pure, clear, and bright, without any bloody aura, not to mention the slightest bit of ferocity.

Is this a demon clan?

Aren’t the monsters supposed to eat their hair and drink their blood, eat human beings, commit such heinous crimes, and have everyone shout for beatings?

How is this going?

He couldn't help but loosen his restraint a little again, allowing the soul's perception ability to continue to expand.

Then……

He was stunned.

In the perception of his soul.

A majestic, holy, bright, entwined with infinite morality, and rendered with countless auspicious colors, the holy tree stands tall and towering over the sky and the earth, covering everything.

Let his soul subconsciously worship him.

He couldn't help but clasping his hands together and kneeling down to pay homage to the supreme holy tree, the tree of the avenue!

This is an instinct engraved in his soul.

It’s also a habit!

Because, Sage Zhunti also has such a sacred tree.

Bodhi tree!

That is the tree where saints established religion, the holy tree of wisdom that shades Hezhou in Xiniu.

It is also the immortal tree of Western religion!

In a sense, the Bodhi Tree is the Chunti Saint, and the Chunti Saint is the Bodhi Tree!

And in his consciousness, since the Lich Tribulation, when the demon clan's Fusang Holy Tree was severely damaged and fell into a dying state, there was only one great avenue holy tree in the Three Realms, the Bodhi Tree of Saint Zhunti.

The sacred sycamore tree cultivated by successive emperors of the Xiahou family has not entered the ranks of the sacred trees of the avenue.

The other holy trees did not even survive the Huiyuan Tribulation, and had already decayed and died in the great calamity.

In the Three Realms, when was a new sacred tree born?

Who planted him?

Cut off the leader?

How can it be?

But if it’s not the leader of Jie, then who is it?

The young man's mind was in a state of confusion, and his Zen heart could not help but tremble.

He knows the terror and horror of the Great Avenue Sacred Tree!

Because, he had witnessed with his own eyes that the Bodhi Tree killed hundreds of thousands of Asuras who rushed to Nanzhanbuzhou from the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood!

The Bodhi Tree did not even use its full strength.

Those hundreds of thousands of Asuras have been killed by the power of the Holy Tree!

The young man's Zen mind finally lost its hold.

His sealed consciousness was completely opened.

This made him feel something more.
To be continued...