"The origin of the "Sacrifice of the People"?"

Yuchen looked at Wei Yuanjun and Ge Zhenjun, and said that the two had lofty ambitions, or the two were too ambitious.

In legend, this "Sacrifice of Saving People" was taught by the Master Xuan Sect of the Immortal God Cave in Heaven. It is full of titles "The Great Spirit Treasure of the Unlimited Saving People's Sutra". It is called the first of the sutras, the sect of all dharmas, and the source of all dharmas.

But what is very interesting is that those who really learn the "Sacrifice of Man" are the main ones.

Yuchen is one of the few monks who have studied the "Sacrificial Sutra" and has his own understanding of its concept.

In Yuchen's view, the essence of the "Sacrifice of Saving People" is to respect Yuanshi Tianzun, and based on the theories of Yin and Yang, Three Talents, and Five Elements, explain the generation of the universe, the breeding of characters and the way to help the merits of Shunde.

In addition, the inside records the methods of eliminating disasters, warding off evil spirits, controlling ghosts, suppressing demons, maintaining the body, nourishing the spirit, and eternalizing the truth, so as to pray for the sake of salvation and teaching people to achieve enlightenment and immortality.

In the process of describing the above content, the "Safe of People" involves the three realms, the Five Emperors, the Thirty-Two Heavenly Emperors, the Underworld and Fengdu and other gods and ghost systems. Strictly speaking, the scriptures of the "Safe of People" are an integration of the universe view of the immortal system and are closely related to many immortal methods.

For example, the Demon King Dharma created by Yuchen in the past or the "Five Tribulations of the Era" that he obtained later, can find corresponding traces in it in the "Sacrifice of Saving People".

From this we can see how extensive the legal principles involved in the "Sacrifice of People" are.

And this is also something that Yuchen is confused about. Why do Wei Yuanjun and Ge Zhenjun think that they can condense the origin of these scriptures?

Seeing that the two were unwilling to speak, Yu Chen asked again: "What the two fellow Taoists want to gather should not be the complete origin! Are you planning to establish the three realms system of the "Saving People"? Or are you planning to condense the thirty-two days of the "Saving People"? Or are you planning to regard those old monks with the aura of another world as demons and build an immortal and demon system belonging to the "Saving People"?"

"Everything!" Wei Yuanjun said something that surprised Yuchen very casually.

Ge Zhenjun beside him smiled and said, "Listen to the meaning of your words, Fellow Taoist Yuchen, it seems that he has also studied the "Sutra of Saving People"?"

"It's okay!" Yu Chen responded with a smile, but as soon as he finished speaking, a clear air appeared behind him, turning into a disheveled hair, with a little red mark on his eyebrows, a purple-gathered fairy clothes, and a phantom of a young man holding a green ancient sword.

"This is!" Both Ge Zhenjun and Wei Yuanjun's faces changed slightly, and the two of them could naturally see the relationship between Yuchen's method and the "Sacrifice of Saving People".

"This method is mysterious and I don't know where it comes from?"

"This method is also related to the "Saving People Sutra". It is the method of immortal Taoism that I evolved based on the Buddhist wise king and the method of the golden body. It involves a certain human desire and power, seven emotions and six desires, and can be called the devil's method."

Speaking of this, Yuchen couldn't help but sigh at the advantages of the world's divine power.

For acquired Shinto, the biggest problem they need to face is that incense is poisonous.

Of course, the so-called incense of acquired divine deity is essentially a little spiritual derivative given to acquired human beings by the Taishang Taoist ancestor, and it does not have any "toxicity" in itself.

And those gods who are affected, distorted themselves and become slaves of faith are not simply affected by the huge power of vows, but are more because those vows are driven by some of the power of the Supreme Taoist ancestor in their spirituality.

In this world, there is a nine-grade system, and people's wishes have long been differentiated in daily life, and these persons are placed in the system.

This greatly facilitates many practitioners in this world. They do not need to gather together to refute emotions in order to differentiate and accompany the incense of sentient beings, and spend a lot of time building a temple, divine realm, leaving behind Taoist scriptures, myths, and building Dharma bodies and incarnations.

Similarly, this makes the monks in this world rarely think about this kind of method for the differentiation of incense and vows. For example, when Yuchen was in Fusang and was fighting with Yuedu, Yuedu's method to avoid the aura of resentment affecting himself is already a good method in this world.

For example, now, Wei Yuanjun and Ge Zhenjun are just thinking about turning those monks with the aura of another world into the demon kings in the "Saving People" system, rather than thinking about transforming themselves into demon kings.

But the two are cultivators who have the third-grade immortal god. After seeing the magic of the devil and hearing Yu Chen's brief explanation, they immediately understood the power of this method and some essence.

Among them, Wei Yuanjun couldn't help but ask: "This method is quite mysterious, I don't know if I can save those little guys."

When Yu Chen heard this, he said in a slightly hesitant tone: "Of course, it's okay, but I just interfere with the affairs of the two fellow Taoists. Is it really good?"

Wei Yuanjun pursed his lips and chuckled: "I said, as long as fellow Taoist Yuchen, if you are willing to join my Shangqing lineage, I will give you half a seat in the Ancestor Hall. I think that the True Lord means the same!"

"What Yuan Jun said is very much." Ge Zhenjun nodded and bowed to Yu Chen with a very serious attitude.

"If fellow Taoist Yuchen has a solution, please give me some advice."

Seeing this, Wei Yuanjun beside him bowed slightly to Yuchen.

In the dark, the energy of the Shangqing Lingbao lineage gathered to Yu Chen. Yu Chen glanced at it and was close to the energy of the Fuguo Dazhen that was enthroned by the court last time.

The difference is that, in addition to the traces of the immortal path, the aura belonging to the Shangqing Lingbao lineage is obviously treated, even if Yuchen accepts it, it will not be affected too much.

Of course, whether it is Wei Yuanjun or Ge Zhenjun, the willingness to show this amount of energy is to give Yu Chen a reason to intervene. When Yu Chen has more contact with the Shangqing Lingbao lineage, the treated aura may recover and bring Yu Chen closer to the relationship between the sect.

Yu Chen didn't mind the little thoughts of the two. After absorbing these energy, Yu Chen's third-grade unique immortal god personality, Lingbao Heavenly King, Yu Chen went further. It was only the last trace of illusion when it was completely formed.

In addition, Yuchen owned the second-grade unique immortal god, the King of Lingbao, the King of Shangqing, the True King of Heaven, and the Emperor of Gao Sheng, Yuchen, and the Emperor of Miaoyou, also had to make a small step forward.

Yu Chen gathered the power of Yueye Jianzun and Yu Chen's Shangzhen on the body of Emperor Miaoyou, reached out and grabbed it into the void, and a pitch-black sword weapon appeared in his hand. The Taoist rhyme on it lasted forever, and the inspiration surged, with an ancient and tranquil aura, like the essence cut from the night.

With a light wave, a thin layer of light was immediately covered with the surroundings, but Yu Chen pulled out the sea of ​​dreams in the world. The "sea water" rolled, and everywhere he passed, there was a colorful blurred light turning, haze and illusory feeling filled the void, constantly surging towards the surroundings.

The fourth-grade spiritual cultivators in the Shangqing Lingbao Temple were first tired, and then layers of glazed dreams appeared in front of them. Then, in a daze, they saw hundreds of thousands of trillions of colors reflecting in front of them, which made them dazzled.

"not good!"

Many monks present practiced older and older. Even though they were affected by external forces over the years, they became more timid and afraid of things, and their hearts of Taoism faded. But after all, they were the first people to rush to the front line, and they still had the experience they should have.

When they notice something is wrong, they immediately cast spells and try to escape from the dream.

But just their Taoist practice, how they could see through the illusions arranged by Yuchen, and after they rushed out of the illusion, they saw a scene that was deeply remembered in their hearts.

"This is..." The old Taoist priest with gray hair showed his robe, protecting himself, and carefully observing the surroundings. However, when he saw the scene after the illusion disappeared, he couldn't help but take two steps back, and his face showed an expression of shame or fear, muttering.

"Impossible, this is impossible. You should have died long ago. Why did it still appear? This is impossible..."

"What the hell are you?" Under extreme emotion, the old monk roared at the young man in front of him. The young man's face was a bit similar to that of the old man, but he was wearing a very simple Taoist robe.

The boy had a hint of sunny smile on his lips, which made the person he saw directly ignore his similarity to the old man, and could only regard the two as two individuals with no relationship.

The boy looked at the old man quietly, watched him calm down a little bit, and slowly spoke: "I am you! You are not dead, so how could I die?"

"This is impossible!" The old man seemed to be a cat with his tail stepped on, and he exploded. He looked at the boy and let out a roaring roar again.

The boy pursed his lips, and his serious expression made him look a little similar to the old man.

"Why do you have to deny me?" The young man sighed, his body blurred a little, but the old man showed anger. He felt that part of his power disappeared for no reason.

But before he could express his feelings, another sound came from his ears.

"Master, senior brother, when will you come back?"

The old Taoist turned around and saw a girl wearing Taoist children's clothes standing by the side, looking timidly at the other side of him.

‘This person is Lao Qi who was sent to the place by me?’ The old Taoist recalled the identity of this person and planned to look at the other side according to her eyes. But before he turned his head, he heard a sound that he was very familiar with and could hear every day.

"When the world is peaceful, your senior brother and I will be back."

The old Taoist turned his head and saw where he explained, and then looked at his eldest disciple squatting down, and the last disciple he accepted before he returned, and joked: "When you grow up and condense the sixth-grade spirit, your master and senior brother will come back."

After saying that, the eldest disciple stood up and followed his master to the front of the sect, and joined hands with all his brothers and sisters, intending to go to the Western Front.

Listening to the leader above telling him the purpose of the trip and the possible sacrifices, the old Taoist had no feelings at all, but just looked indifferently: "What do you show me what these mean?"

"It's just you coward who deceives us with words! If he really wanted to help the world, why did he just let us go, instead of following us? After all, he is just a coward! I was deceived by his words back then, but now I feel that I was stupid at the beginning."

The surrounding environment is not affected by the attitude of the old Taoist, but it just continues to change.

This time, what was revealed was the Western battlefield at that time.

Holy lights emerged in the void, and a large number of angels and monks fought in mid-air.

Feathers with golden blood were not only scattered on the battlefield, but monks after monks turned into ashes in the holy fire.

The cultivators who were alive, who kept the relatively complete corpse and left behind magic weapons, tried their best to withstand the opponent's attack.

"Damn it! Yan'er, we are ready to retreat! This Western evil god's Taoist soldier is so strange. Not only does he have negative emotions, he can continue to be resurrected. If we continue to fight, it will be nothing more than a sacrifice."

The old Taoist looked at the "self" standing in the void, holding a sharp sword, turning into a ray of escape light and appearing next to his eldest disciple, ready to pull him away.

But he was pushed away by his disciples, and then he suddenly hit the sword weapon in his hand. He looked back at his eldest disciple in surprise. There were rays of golden light appearing inside his eyes.

"Master, I have been polluted, kill me! Let my soul return to Middle Earth."

"No! No! I will take you back! Xiaoqi is still waiting for you!"

The old Taoist watched "his own" cast spells with trembling hands, gathering the energy of all directions, turning into nectar and falling down, trying to purify the holy light on his favorite and most powerful disciple.

But at that time, because he did not understand the power of the holy light, the old Taoist's actions instead increased the erosion speed of the holy light. Finally, he turned into an angel. When he was stunned, he pierced his heart and lungs with a sharp sword burning with a flame.

"It's really ridiculous. It's clear that my eldest disciple betrayed Middle Earth and turned into a lackey of the Western God in order to survive. I am sneak attacking me and being killed by me. Your illusion is really ridiculous."

Faced with the old Taoist's questioning, the young man appeared again. He looked at the old Taoist and whispered: "Is this really the case? Then do you remember when you were invaded by Western forces?"

"Although I was injured by my own traitor and suffered serious injuries, my essence is still the same. When has it been eroded by Western power?"

When the boy heard this, he just looked at the old Taoist lightly: "Then why did you commit suicide?"

"Why did I commit suicide?"

When the old Taoist heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were slightly confused, but he quickly began to identify it again and sneered: "I am open and honest, and I am worthy of my own actions. Why do I commit suicide?"

"Isn't there really?" the young man asked again, and the old Taoist roared.

"What do you say that these are not done?"

While speaking, the old Taoist's hands were trembling slightly, as if they were patient.

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