Chu Wangxian stood outside the bronze door, waiting silently, a smile inadvertently appeared between the corners of his mouth, slightly curled.
"Master, are you laughing?"
Su Sujin said suddenly, it was very strange in front of him, but Chu Wangxian was calm and calm.
"Just smelled something."
"What does it smell like?"
"The smell of the tree, the smell of the sun!"
What Chu Wangxian felt was the Fusang tree, and the Fusang tree was an ancient sacred tree.
"Sayings" cloud: mulberry, Shenmu, the sun rises.
Fuso wood is a sun god tree, and as long as there is a hibiscus tree, it can shine into the sun.
There are many legends about the Fuso wood, but the most common story is that the Fuso wood is the residence of the ten days, and the ten days are the three groups of golden crows, and this tree represents the rising of the sun.
In ancient times, the Dongfeng Emperor Jun clan was the most prominent family, and the Emperor Jun was not only the Emperor of Heaven, but also held the most scarce ancient sacred wood.
Pifu is not guilty of his crimes, and the reason why Di Jun is pushed by everyone and everyone covets the ancient sacred wood in his hand is also one of the reasons.
And Fusang wood is the most special one, even if Dongfeng loses everything, it will not give up Fusang wood.
With sunlight, everything can grow, and even accelerate the growth rate of plants.
Hibiscus wood, known as the mother of all trees, can nourish other trees with the sunlight it emits.
The Wu clan surnamed Gan was sealed in the seventy-two caves of darkness, but as long as there was a Fusang wood, a world could be created, and even immortal trees could be planted to maintain the lives of the clansmen.
The foundation of all this lies in Fuso wood.
Chu Wangxian looked at the bronze door again, there was no sound inside for a long time, but he could endure the silence.
If a group of people who have been imprisoned for a long time, with no hope in sight, and suddenly someone tells him that they can be released, then this group of people will definitely seize on the only hope.
Chu Wangxian is full of confidence, even if this group of witch clans is suspicious, and even hates themselves, they will always ask carefully.
For both public and private purposes, he wants to get Fusang wood, and he is bound to get it.
Really!
"You are a little Taoist, and you dare to speak out."
There was an unceremonious questioning sound from inside the door.
Chu Wangxian had heard thousands of voices, and he also noticed that there was a hint of lack of confidence in these words, and he was not subject to this kind of agitation.
Now it should be the seventy-two patriarchs of the Daomen who are in a hurry, not him.
"Really?
I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch, you don't listen to me, so you can do it yourself.
Chu Wangxian put on a decisive look.
The witch king behind the door, Gan was embarrassed, "Wait!
” They didn't dare to say anything at all now, and they were afraid that Chu Wangxian would take away their only hope.
People are like this, even if they are high up immortals, they are afraid that there is no hope, and if there is no hope, it is despair.
"Can you really get us out?
This is the Immortal Gate Seal.
Gan Chang said quietly behind the door, and when he looked up, he saw the expectant faces of the Wu people.
They had long forgotten Chu Wangxian's arrogance, and all they threw at Gan Chang was expectation.
Gan Chang sighed, this little Taoist priest is so deep-hearted.
Even if the little Taoist priest put forward any conditions, I believe they would have to agree.
Even if Chu Wangxian was lying, they had to bite the bait.
"The seal of the Four Elephant Immortal Gate, plus the seal of demon suppression written by Zhang Daoling himself, am I wrong?"
Gan Chang was shocked in his heart, the little Taoist priest has extraordinary knowledge, is there really a play?
Chu Wangxian's shot just now shocked him, although it was an illusion, but he didn't have a certain wrist, how could he press them in the illusion.
He even faintly hoped in his heart, hoping that Chu Wangxian could break the seal.
"It's not difficult to unlock the seal of the Four Elephant Immortal Gate, but the difficult thing is the demon suppression seal written by Zhang Daoling himself?
You can break the Demon Suppression Seal.
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Gan Chang asked again.
Chu Wangxian smiled deeply, "Naturally, I can't open the Demon Suppression Seal!"
” "What about you!"
Gan Chang was annoyed, this little Taoist priest was talking nonsense, was he playing with them.
"But someone can open the Demon Suppression Seal, and I dare not say that I am very sure, but I am nine points sure."
Gan Chang's anger was extinguished in an instant, and Chu Wangxian mobilized his mood, up and down, this feeling was very bad, Gan Chang took a deep breath and controlled his emotions.
"You're nine percent sure."
He asked again.
"Maybe I'm only a little sure."
Gan Chang gritted his teeth when he heard Chu Wangxian's words, and the feeling of being manipulated made him very angry, but he was very helpless.
The mood is really the same as riding a roller coaster, one meeting, one time down, can't be calm.
"If you have something to say directly, how sure is it?"
Gan Chang said sharply.
"If that's the kind of attitude you have, you're not sure.
Anyway, you've been locked up here for almost 2,000 years, and you definitely don't care about another 2,000 years.
After living for 4,000 years, it is comparable to a turtle. ” was compared to a turtle by Chu Wangxian's boundless curses, and Gan Chang, who was one of the three sons of Daomen, couldn't bear it at all.
But I can't help it, but I still have to forcibly hold back.
"It's our mistake, and I ask Daoist Chu for forgiveness."
Across a bronze door, Chu Wangxian couldn't see Gan Chang's face, but it was certain that Gan Chang at this time must have a hideous expression, and he held his hands fiercely and spoke.
Chu Wangxian didn't persecute much, and said lightly: "It's okay to let you out, I have one condition, you leave this place empty-handed, and you are not allowed to take any divine trees with you." ” Gan Chang glanced back, and reluctantly agreed to this condition.
Even if you are reluctant, your life is not important. …… "Chu Immortal, it's good that you're safe and sound, and we're ready."
Returning to the entrance of the seventy-two caves, the master of the Taoist Temple of Heming Mountain, the restless Taiyuan Taoist was already waiting aside.
His eyes were wrinkled, but they were missing a little bit of a diamond.
After seeing Chu Wangxian's amazing methods, Taiyuan Dao Chang couldn't have any dissenting intentions, so he could only get things done and be appreciated by the immortals.
Chu Wangxian carried his hands behind his back, and nodded slightly.
"We've already arranged it, immortals, please see!"
Taiyuan Dao Chang bowed and approached, pointing with his right hand.
The altar has been arranged according to Chu Wangxian's instructions, and there are twenty-eight flags planted around it, with four people standing at the four corners of the stage and twenty-four people standing under the stage.
In the Taoist temple of Heming Mountain, there has long been a layout plan of the shrine.
The array diagram left by the ancestors of the past generations has also been arranged, but there is no mantra for casting spells.
After a while.
Chu Wangxian stood on the altar and began to chant the mantra and cast the spell.
For a while, the wind and sand rolled, Taiyuan Dao Chang retreated in fear, he had also performed the method of inviting the gods, but it was just that the pomp was not so big, he did not use the twenty-eight Su Flag, let alone the twenty-eight people, and when the spell was cast, it had no effect I saw Chu Wangxian holding a long sword, constantly pointing to the sky, and on the altar, there seemed to be a golden light falling, the yellow cloud covered the top, and the purple gas diffused.
Daoist Taiyuan looked at it fixedly, his expression was frightened, and he seemed to have fallen.
I saw a person appear in the golden light, with angry eyebrows upturned and two temples flying, shaped like Zhang Fei, wearing a lotus golden crown, wearing a red robe, holding a wooden sword, looking at it angrily.
Among the Daomen, who looks like Zhang Fei, except for Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of the Daomen, who else.
"Who are you to call me to my true body?"
The majestic voice penetrated the soul, Zhang Daoling seemed.
In an instant, a group of kneeling down was pressed down, each trembling, bowing their heads and trembling.
Daoist Taiyuan looked at it, his eyes widened, and there was great awe in his heart.
Are you kidding.
This is the ancestor of the Daomen, the ancestor of the Heavenly Master, a true person, and a wise God.
Taishang Laojun's disciples, left and right hands.
It's just a matter of inviting God to invite Zhang Daoling, but also in person, this is simply impossible, he can see Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of Daomen, in this situation, how to make him not bow to the ground.
"Crane Ming Mountain Taoist Temple, welcome the ancestor to go down to earth."
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Everyone said in unison.