Chapter 289 [Whoever wins will be helped, whoever you help will win] "Do I need to pay more?" Lin Xian was confused at first, but then he suddenly realized that this was not said to himself, but to Fuhuang, Wahuang, and even Amitabha Buddha behind him. In this vast universe, there are only three oldest beings. Yuanshi Tianzun and Meng Qi have deep karma and cannot transcend it for several epochs. The remaining Wahuang and Amitabha are competing for a spot. Yuanshi Tianzun Meng Qi carries a very important role. He is not just one person, but also has the Golden Emperor, Gu Xiaosang, and Yang Jian and other people from the other side behind him. It can even be said that whoever he helps will win. "This is a question of choosing one from two. Whoever he helps will win, and Yuanshi Tianzun will be able to sit on the Diaoyutai." "If you want to keep your seat on the Diaoyutai, you can't act rashly. He will help whoever wins!" Under the gaze of the Silver Horned Boy, Lin Xian put away the piece of paper that contained the aura of eternity, nodded thoughtfully and said, "So that's how it is. I have understood it. Thank you, Tianzun, for your guidance, and thank you, Silver Horned Immortal, for leading the way." The game involves the three oldest beings: Wahuang, Yuanshi, and Amitabha. Even Fuhuang is just a foil and can only go with the flow. In front of these people from the other side, who dares to say that he is the protagonist? Even the second-generation Yuanshi Meng Qi once had a period of struggling in the sea of suffering, and this was not a destined option.
The Yuanshi Emperor not only had Meng Qi as his successor, but also had the backup option of second successor, the Monkey King Sun Wukong. "Immortal Venerable?" The corners of the silver-horned boy's mouth curled up slightly, but he said, "I don't dare to worry about someone calling me that. Just call me the silver-horned boy." He is a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, let alone a boy from the other shore, who can be on equal footing with any existence below the other shore. "This is different. The two immortals, Jinjiao and Yinjiao, have accompanied Tianzun for many years. Although they are called boys, they are no different from registered disciples." Lin Xian laughed and said, "When he descends to the mortal world one day, he will spread the Dao and spread the Dharma. He will make all living beings in the multitude know the names of the two Immortal Lords. They are disciples of the Heavenly Lord of Dao and are also sages of the Dao sect." "It's over, it's over." The silver-horned boy kept refusing, his smile never diminishing and his face flushed. The two brothers had followed the Lord of Morality for countless years and had seen all kinds of scenes. If Lin Xian tried to please them with things like peaches and ginseng fruits, the Silver Horned Boy would definitely look down on him. But the only thing that matters is the word "empty reputation". Not to mention the two boys, even Yuanshi Tianzun, the second generation who created the world, cannot escape it. He likes to show off his power in front of others. As boys, what they are most concerned about is the relationship between master and disciple. After being boys for so many years, Yinjiao and Jinjiao dream of becoming formally disciples of the Lord of Daode. But if the Lord of Morality does not mention this kind of thing actively, who would dare to force it? Only Lin Xian was fearless and followed the game between the three other shore people to guess the true identity of the Heavenly Lord of Daode. He then said tentatively: "The disciples of Daode must naturally promote the great way, spread the wonderful Dharma, save all living beings, and publicize the name of the Heavenly Lord." "If the two Immortal Lords have immeasurable merits and virtues, they will definitely be favored by the Heavenly Lord." The silver-horned boy was immediately moved, but hesitantly said, "My two brothers have been serving the master in the Tushita Palace for many years. We only went down to the mortal world once during the Journey to the West, and we occupied the mountain as the king, and we never passed down the Taoist tradition." "I can do it for you." Lin Xian said leisurely, "Doing moral things will not only add the energy of the five virtues to you, but also evolve myths and form legends, which will also benefit the two immortals." "I will discuss this with Senior Brother Jinjiao." The boy Yinjiao gritted his teeth and agreed. Throughout the ages, most of the beings who could enter the Tushita Palace were from the other side. There were very few cultivators like Lin Xian who were at a low level. They all had unlimited potential. Opportunities are rare and will never come back. If we can establish a good relationship now, perhaps in the future, Lin Xian will say a few good words in front of Tianzun. Moreover, the bodies of the innate gods were extremely deeply imprisoned. For so many years, the two boys had always been in the legendary realm and had not been able to achieve legendary perfection. If he could rely on Lin Xian's hand to leave endless legends in the real world, imprint himself, and reach the realm of legendary perfection, he would barely meet the threshold of being a disciple of Tianzun. You should know that among the twelve golden immortals under Yuanshi Tianzun, only a few are at the realm of creation, and the rest are just at the realm of perfection in legend. "Good, good." Lin Xian smiled slightly, bowed, and was content.
The oldest ones have the plans of the oldest ones, and those who can reduce them to nothingness are either those on the other side or those with perfect creation at the very least. Under the perfect creation, one is not even qualified to be a chess piece, but just dust on the chessboard. Lin Xian did not ask for anything extravagant. It was too vain to spend two hundred years to attain enlightenment. However, with the help of the game on the other side and the opportunity of the booming fortune at the end of the catastrophe, there is great hope of sprinting to a legend or even a realm of creation within two hundred years. The other side has its own game, and the disciples on the other side have their own calculations. At present, I can’t bite the Lord of Morality, and I can’t bite the two boys, Golden Horn and Silver Horn! The accumulated legends over the years are equivalent to true immortals in the perfect world. If the legends come true in the future, he will be comparable to a quasi-immortal king and a genuine immortal figure. Anything that comes out of their hands is enough to fill up Lin Xian in the human realm. After walking out of the Sutra Repository, the two boys, Jinjiao and Yinjiao, no longer led Lin Xian to pay homage to the Lord of Daode, but took him out of the Tushita Palace. The moment he stepped out of the Tushita Palace, Lin Xian felt that his body suddenly became lighter, and he became closer and closer to the laws of heaven and earth. He almost achieved the external scene on the spot and condensed the eight or nine dharma images. At the same time, he felt that his soul had reached a new level, as if a layer of fog had enveloped him in the dark, weaving a new identity, and a memory emerged in his mind, completely natural. "A disciple of the Langya Ruan family branch, Ruan Xian, ranked second among this generation of young people, also known as Ruan Erlang." "Because of his branch lineage, he had no chance to learn the core magical skills of his family. After he became enlightened, he chose to join the Chunyang Sect and take the Taoist name Qingyuan." "Erlang, Qingyuan, Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, I am afraid that others don't know my identity." Lin Xian murmured to himself, realizing that this was the foundation of his survival. The identity arranged for him by the Lord of Morality was the household registration given to him by God. This is his first layer of disguise. If someone with great supernatural powers could see through the fog, he would find that his second layer of disguise is not Taoist Qingyuan, but Fuhuang’s man. The second vest is used to cover up his third vest, the foreign visitor. “Fellow Daoist Ruan.” The golden-horned boy came over with a smile on his face, stuffed two Taoist books into Lin Xian’s hands, and said in a low voice, “Please.” "If it works, we won't forget your kindness." The silver-horned boy also secretly took out a golden gourd and gave it to Lin Xian, and reminded him: "It contains the first, second and third level golden elixirs that we two brothers have refined. You should use it sparingly." "it is good." Lin Xian nodded and took the things, but she felt an inexplicable chill in her heart, and a thought emerged in her mind: "This is the Sea of Bitterness!" Even if you are a boy from the other side of the world or a powerful being born as a legend, you cannot escape this level, just like the random refresh correction of the NPC. Even if you enter the realm of creation, you cannot escape the identity of data. At most, you can be considered an NPC with memories. In this vast universe, there seem to be so many realms, but in fact there are only three realms: Daoguo, the other shore, and below the other shore! Taking a step forward, the light flowed, Lin Xian left the Tushita Palace, and what came into view was the space of the six realms of reincarnation! (End of this chapter)