There is no need for Yuan Buhuan to pay attention to it, Feng Zikang has already guessed the answer.
In the War of the Gods, the cultivators at that time took the opportunity of this great catastrophe to change the structure of the entire world, and from then on, heaven and earth were separated, and the secular imperial power no longer had the power to manage nature.
From then on, the heavens and the earth, the stars, the mountains, the rivers and the mountains, each returned to its original position, and was ruled by a person in the Xuan Realm named Heavenly Court.
"What do you mean, boss?
Feng Zikang's face changed slightly, "Could it be that the people of the three sects are not aiming at this Wutang dispute, but" It's Heaven!
"More than 2,000 years have passed since the canonization of the gods, and even if the people who have attained the priesthood have not died, they have long since decayed."
Yuan Buhuan's eyes flashed, as if he had realized.
On that day, the Martial King fought a battle, and countless heroic spirits returned to their thrones and were summoned into the Heavenly Realm to govern the heavens and the earth.
The stars in the sky, the rivers on the earth, and the city of the underworld, all have people who perform their duties and occupy positions.
But in the past two thousand years, those heroic spirits have gradually withered, and many offices have to be re-elected.
As a result, there will inevitably be various drawbacks in the middle, and the successors are uneven, which has caused a burst of complaints.
"Could it be that they want to take this opportunity to re-establish their gods?"
Yuan Buhuan pondered for a long time, but he still felt that this matter was very likely.
"If so, what basis do they have?"
Yuan Buhuan was in a panic in his heart, when the battle of the gods was first sealed, it was because there were countless great supernatural people in the upper realm who were behind the push to lay the foundation of the situation in this heaven and earth.
For two thousand years, those Upper Realm Great Divine Powers have long since disappeared, and it seems that after the Heavenly Court Xuan Realm was built, they no longer cared about the affairs of this realm.
Today, the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are certainly strong.
But the highest cultivation in the world is only the cultivation of Master Yuan Yuan's transformation of gods, how can he establish a god again?
"Anyway, this is the end of the matter, just wait for tomorrow's meeting, we will know;.
Feng Zikang knew that by this time, no matter what happened, it had nothing to do with the overall situation, and he would only know the end when the conference began tomorrow.
Yuan Buhuan nodded, "Tomorrow, you will come to the venue with me, and by the way, you will also see and see, these three-class and ninth-rate figures......
He smiled, "Actually, the main thing is to let them see you!"
” "Yes!"
Feng Zikang nodded in agreement and stepped back to rest. ※ Day 2.
The assembly of Tianzhu Mountain finally began, only to hear the sound of eggplant, deep and rich, the scorching sun in the sky, scorching and blazing.
On the top of Tianzhu Mountain, there is an immeasurable golden light, like a holy realm.
The cultivators at the foot of the mountain were dazzled and fascinated, and some of them had lower cultivation, and even fell down to worship.
This is the grandest gathering in a thousand years, Yuan Buhuan's expression was solemn, and he pulled Feng Zikang to lift it gently, turning into two blue rays of light and penetrating into the golden light.
In the golden light was a sea of ethereal clouds, and twelve futons floated on the sea of clouds.
There is tea and wine snacks in front of the futon.
It is very delicate and not a human thing.
Yuan Buhuan took a look, chose a futon in the west and sat down, and Feng Zikang stood behind him.
Lift your eyes up.
I saw that on the futon opposite, there was a thin old man, facing Yuan Buhuan and him slightly.
"Qianyang real person!"
Feng Zikang's heart tightened.
Unexpectedly, it didn't take long to meet this Taoist priest.
His enemies!
The two long swords behind Qianyang Zhenren, Feng Zikang remembered clearly, and one of them passed through General Lu's chest.
He lost the body of a monk who had crossed the road.
If they hadn't made trouble, he would have cultivated into a Great Heavenly Demon by this time!
It's not like you're still in the realm of the demon fetus!
His heart shook, and naturally it didn't show it at all on the surface.
Qianyang Zhenren was politely greeting Yuan Buhuan, "Master Yuan, long time no see," His identity is different, as a Taoist sect master and a master of the god transformation period, Yuan Buhuan did not dare to slack off, but he did not stand up to perform the gift of the junior, but his face was panicked and nodded slightly.
"Qianyang Zhenren, long time no see!"
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After all, Yuan Buhuan now represents the Longhu Mountain soldiers, and he is the head of the first line, if it was ordinary, he would naturally have seen it with the gift of the younger generation, but today it is not good.
Otherwise, the representatives of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are all masters of the predecessors of the gods, and this is a matter of negotiation today.
I can't talk about it.
Because of the three teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, there are many branches, so when it is inherited, if it is not a person with high morality, it is categorically unable to inherit the position of the chief minister, which is very different from the situation in which most of the second-generation disciples are in charge of the nine streams.
Seeing Master Yuan, I couldn't help but think of General Lu's heroic posture that day, "Alas Qianyang Zhenren sighed, and the wrinkles on his thin face were all crowded together, and his face was sad.
He is a man of temperament, General Lu is his old friend, and he died in a catastrophe, and he was most sad when he was dissolved.
"Alas, Senior Brother Lu is eloquent and strategic, if he is here today, he can make a great difference, but it's a pity that the sky is not a holiday, so people can touch their wrists!"
Yuan Buhuan, the old fox, naturally would not let go of this opportunity to pull the relationship, and deliberately cried, and by the way, if General Lu was here If General Lu is here in the Longhu Mountain soldiers, today's meeting will naturally easily occupy the position of the leader of the alliance, and it will not be so hard to win over the ninth-rate people.
Qianyang Zhenren laughed dryly, his face was a little embarrassed and a little gloomy, and finally shook his head, did not take this stubble again, but turned his gaze to Feng Zikang behind Yuan Buhuan, and his eyes flashed.
"Master Yuan, your disciple is heroic, it seems that he has the legacy of General Lu."
Yuan Buhuan laughed, "Real person, you guessed wrong, this is not a disciple of General Lu, but a natural disciple of our Longhu Mountain soldier Xiaozhu Lin Ye, Feng Zikang!"
” "Oh!"
Qianyang Zhenren smiled and nodded, "It turns out that this is Feng Zikang, okay!"
Good!
Ye Tiansheng's apprentice and General Lu's apprentice are also average, both of them are poor old friends.
Zikang is also a young hero, and his name is like thunder!
When I saw it today, I knew what it means to be a hero out of a teenager!
” "The real person has won the prize!"
Feng Zikang replied with thanks, although he hated this Qianyang real person in his heart, on the surface, he followed the rules and did not dare to show a flaw.
His master Ye Tiansheng knew Qianyang Zhenren, and it was not surprising that he had already gotten this matter.
In the past few years, he has become famous, and he didn't expect that this god master had already heard his name, so he couldn't help but be cautious, reminding himself to act in the future, and he must be more fishy!
"Alas, looking at his appearance, I can't help but think of General Lu and Ye Tiansheng three hundred years ago, the two of them, they were so young at that time, I didn't expect time to pass like a white horse, and three hundred years have passed in an instant" Poor Dao is too old to speak!
” Qianyang Zhenren sighed and shook his head.
While talking, I saw two waves of people coming in at the same time from the golden light barrier, one of them.
Feng Zikang also recognized that it was Mo Wu, the son of the Mo family, he nodded at Yuan Buhuan, sat down on the futon beside him, smiled at Feng Zikang, and thanked him for saving his daughter.
His disciple, who was also honestly standing behind him, looked at Feng Zikang curiously.
Feng Zikang, another group of people, didn't know it, but looking at their clothes, they were from the Yin and Yang family, the head of the family was wearing a Yin and Yang fish suit, with a peach wood sword hanging on his waist, his face was proud, he was cold and gnawed, picked up a spare futon and sat down, and then nodded to the three who arrived early.
"This person is the Yin Yang Sect Sect Master Qiu Mubai" Yuan Buhuan told Feng Zikang in a low voice that he was teaching his disciples and introduced them one by one.
The Yin Yang Sect is superb, and this Qiu Mubai is the only monk who has cultivated to the infancy stage of the ninth stream today, and he cultivates at his age.
Is it understandable to be proud?
However, although this person is arrogant, his brain is also fresh, and the strength of his Yin and Yang Sect cannot be compared with the three Confucian, Buddhist and Taoist families, even the overall strength of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Soldiers is also higher than his Yin and Yang Sect.
Therefore, he readily agreed to the alliance proposal of the Longhu Mountain soldiers.
There is no objection.
Then several sect masters came in their own streams.
First of all, Xu Rou, the sect master of the Taishan farmhouse, came in, Feng Zikang was also quite curious about her, and when he looked closely, she was a gentle woman in green clothes, but she was more serious and reserved than Wen Lingsu.
She was also slightly stunned when she saw Feng Zikang, obviously she should have seen his portrait and so on.
Then Sun Can, the head of the famous family, and Lu Xian, the head of the miscellaneous family, put their arms inside, and the miscellaneous family became friends with the famous family, and the two of them were also friends.
This time, the famous family was also a little shaken about the matter of the Nine-Stream Alliance, and Yuan Buhuan said that Gongsun Can was moved through Lu Xian, the head of the miscellaneous family.
Dan is the next Confucian sect master, the master of the Zhengqi Academy, Mr.
Yan Haoran, this person is highly respected and is also a master of transforming gods, all the sect masters are open to welcome, and dare not slack off.
After that, Su Congqi, the sect leader of the Zongheng family, also stepped into the golden light barrier, he saw that there was a place next to Yuan Buhuan, and he was not polite, and he sat beside them with a cheeky face, smiling at Yuan Buhuan and saluting.
"This is Feng Shi, it's really a good atmosphere and good qualifications" He praised it, as if he didn't think that his disciples were slaughtered by him, so what was the problem?
However, everyone knew that Zonghengjia's words could not be believed, Feng Zikang just smiled slightly, nodded and thanked him, but he didn't hear it.
The Sect Master of the Legalist Family, Wang Zijie, was a square-faced and unangry person, and he flew over, and he was extremely punctual, only a few fingers earlier than the beginning of the conference.
The last thing "is the world's first master before and after General Lu, the sect master of Buddhism, and the presiding master of the White Horse Temple, Master Yuanyuan!"
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Feng Zikang knows that this is also his biggest enemy.
"Bang!"
The sound of the jade gong announcing the beginning of the conference sounded, and at this time, Master Yuan Yuan broke through the sky and sat firmly on the last futon!
He was dressed in a white monk's robe, his eyebrows were picturesque, his palms were folded, a string of jade prayer beads hung on his fingers, and he chanted the Dharma name in his mouth.
"Amitabha, the poor monk is late!
Forgiveness, Everyone!
”