Kunlun...

How many people were shaken to the point of absentmindedness by these two simple words?

It was the core of the Divine Land of the Age of Gods, the most distant existence in many myths, like a storm born in the heart, sweeping through everyone's mind in an instant, making them feel their scalps tingle. A reporter from the Divine Land government looked at the churning clouds in front of him, and truly felt that mythology was no longer just words, but a tangible presence before his eyes.

Kunlun, Yaochi.

As a successor of the Jingjiao (Nestorianism) of the Divine Land, Xiang Hongbao's palm trembled.

He widened his eyes, the dragon beast and the Kunlun Emperor's Pool reflected in his eyes. Even as a Jingjiao cultivator, a sense of tremor subconsciously emerged in his heart. It was the instinctive reaction of a person from Divine Land when they saw an indispensable and important legend from their own cultural ancestry.

Divine Mountain of the Age of Gods.

Xiang Hongbao took a deep breath and calmed himself.

His eyes began to quickly scan through the crowd.

He was planning to find the people from the Australian and New World churches who had sneaked in.

If possible...

The young man reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone.

He decided to report these people.

The internal news of Kunlun Yaochi must not be known by these people.

By the way, he could also get a few 500,000s.

However, Xiang Hongbao searched for a long time, but couldn't find the members from the churches. He frowned slightly. Australia was not far from Divine Land. They said they had set off long ago. There was no reason why they hadn't arrived in Divine Land by now...

Could it be that they failed to sneak in?

That's fine too.

However, it's a pity...

Several 500,000s gone.

Xiang Hongbao put away the regret in his heart, stuffed his phone into his pocket, jumped down from the tree, pretending to be innocent, and prepared to mix into the crowd and go to the legendary Kunlun Yaochi to take a look. He had only taken two steps when two large hands pressed on his shoulders, one on each side.

Xiang Hongbao's expression remained unchanged, and he turned his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

The young man on the left smiled and pushed up the brim of his hat.

"Special Operations Team."

"Please come with us."

Xiang Hongbao's expression froze: "This... why?"

"I'm just here to watch the excitement, I haven't done anything wrong."

"I'm innocent."

The square-faced young man on the right stared at him and said quietly:

"Do you think our people's police will believe what you say?"

Xiang Hongbao, a member of the Jingjiao of the Cross, was successfully taken away.

Wei Yuan silently put away his phone.

Thinking that the 500,000 should be in hand.

His other body was sitting on the back of the Bixi Dragon, able to spare some time to report the young man with the slightly strange aura. The Phoenix Ritual Feathers next to him widened their eyes, looked at the Kunlun Yaochi that appeared in front of them, and stuttered, looking at Wei Yuan, and said, "Curator Wei."

"This, isn't this..."

She wanted to say, isn't this the Emperor's Pool of the Shanhai Realm?

How could it appear here?

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

He signaled Phoenix Ritual Feathers to be quiet, and then walked forward with the suddenly enthusiastic crowd. A young man was holding his mobile phone, filming the surrounding environment. The excitement in his tone calmed down a bit, and he said:

"Did you see that? Friends, this is our Huaxia's Kunlun Yaochi. According to legend, the Kunlun gods used to enjoy the scenery here, and it is also one of the most well-known scenes in Kunlun mythology. Now I am stepping on the Kunlun water bridge, feeling the wind around me, which can prevent people from falling."

"I wonder if I can see the Queen Mother of the West."

"Can I see the heavenly maiden of Kunlun?"

"Can I have an encounter with those fairies, haha, that would be a good story."

The young man skillfully started the live broadcast.

Wei Yuan slandered in his heart in reply.

Impossible.

He looked ahead, wondering how the Buddhist sect would respond.

At this time, in a certain tube building, the expressions of the group of Shanhai Realm strange beasts suddenly became stagnant. They looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally looked at the Qin Yuan, who had been working for the gods brewing honey in the Kunlun Hills for generations.

Qin Yuan widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "This... this is the Emperor's Pool."

"But, how is that possible?!"

"Isn't the Emperor's Pool in the Shanhai Realm?!"

"How could it come to the human world?"

Qin Yuan was at a loss.

However, facing the many fierce beasts looking at him, he still raised his chin slightly, pretending to be confident, and said: "If the Emperor's Pool is here, it seems that either a great figure in the Shanhai Realm has used supreme magic to move the Emperor's Pool to the human world; or a great figure who is very familiar with the Emperor's Pool has also built an Emperor's Pool in the human world."

"No matter what, a great figure from the Shanhai Realm must have appeared."

"A great figure from the Shanhai Realm."

The young man with dyed hair on his forehead couldn't help but sigh:

"If I can see him, I wonder if I can get some benefits."

Get benefits? Most of those great figures are born sacred, how could they give us small beasts benefits? Qin Yuan slandered in his heart, but then he thought that in the Shanhai Realm, there are such strange beasts everywhere, only slightly better than those fierce beasts without reason and only beastly nature, not rare at all.

But where is this?

This is the human world!

Maybe meeting in the human world will feel familiar, feeling like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and feeling emotional in his heart.

Even if a little bit leaks from between his fingers.

That would be enough for them to eat.

Thinking of this, Qin Yuan's heart was fiery, and his eyes were staring straight at the screen, wishing he could drill into it. The Shanhai Realm strange beasts around him also thought of this, and their expressions were all with a trace of fanaticism, drinking wine while looking forward to watching the screen.

Guessing which great figure would make a move.

Is it the Kunlun Mountain God Lu Wu, or the Kai Ming Beast, or the more honorable Queen Mother of the West?

…………………

Dao Yan listened to the trembling voice of the little novice next to him.

His heart sank slightly.

Kunlun Yaochi...

This Taiping Dao leader's move is completely unreasonable and disregards the rules.

No, this is no longer an unreasonable move.

This is almost directly overturning the chessboard.

It is directly grabbing the initiative back fiercely.

The young monk felt a mixture of emotions in his heart for a while, and had the idea of taking action himself, but this distracting thought was directly suppressed by him, and he slowly said: "You tell them, everything should still be done according to their original plan."

"Yes, disciple takes his leave."

The little novice bowed and ran out in a hurry.

Dao Yan pondered for a while and took the initiative to walk out of the monk's room.

He also mixed into the crowd like everyone else and walked to the location of Yaochi. The many monks and cultivators of the Buddhist sect looked around, sighed, and faced with such a large-scale event, they subconsciously felt a trace of desire to compete in their hearts.

It is no longer possible not to compete at this moment.

For a time, there were those riding six-tusked white elephants, and those stepping on lotus platforms.

There were also those who used supernatural powers.

It was as if the Western Paradise of Buddhism had descended, making everyone dumbfounded and only caring about taking pictures. A young man grinned and felt his head buzzing. He murmured, "Really... times have changed."

When the disciples of the Daoist sect saw this, they also felt uncomfortable in their hearts, and each displayed their own means.

Some directly flew with their swords.

Some simply rode the clouds and mist.

Zhang Ruosu shook his head. He had worked hard a few days in advance to forcibly strengthen the seal of Longhu Mountain once, so he could come out to breathe and watch the wind. Seeing this scene, he stroked his beard and shook his head, and said:

"This 'Taiping Dao leader' is really skilled."

The young Daoist with the flame in the center of his eyebrows asked in confusion, "Huh?"

A Xuan already knew that the Taiping Dao leader was another body of Curator Wei.

Zhang Ruosu said unhappily: "Stupid."

"He said those words. If the Buddhist sect doesn't want to be trampled in the mud and unable to pull themselves out, they can only use similar methods to boost their morale, just like the public opinion they used before. At this time, if they still want to use 'simple Buddhist principles', no one will listen to them."

"And once the Buddhist sect comes out, those Daoists on our side will be holding back a stomach full of fire, and will only work harder."

"If we work hard, the Buddhist sect will have to pinch their noses and follow suit."

A Xuan asked in confusion, "And then?"

"And then?"/

The old Daoist smiled, pointed to the front, and said, "That guy said, invite the Buddhist sect's true cultivators to Yaochi. If those monks walk over there, or just use a little bit of means, it's meaningless. But now you see."

A Xuan raised his eyes and looked over, seeing the Buddhist sect and the Daoist sect competing with each other. In the sky, there were monks riding six-tusked white elephants with peaceful expressions, and Daoists leaning against long swords and drinking wine, their sword energy crisscrossing and the Buddha's light immortal, rising from different directions, but all heading towards Yaochi.

It really had the appearance of the legendary Western Kunlun Yaochi grand meeting.

The old Daoist muttered in a low voice:

"This is a blatant conspiracy, and also a provocation, but how can he use it so skillfully?"

"Hiss... who did this kid learn the art of provocation from?"

Then he saw two cultivators who had just passed by quietly come down again, found the mountain, and insisted on coming again. The old Daoist couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at this scene:

"Young people, still young people."

"Can't hold their breath."

A Xuan nodded.

A young man next to him widened his eyes and said, "Are these gods?"

Zhang Ruosu smiled and replied, "Where are there any gods in this world?"

"They are just cultivators."

The young man calmed down a little.

A crane cried in the sky.

An exaggeratedly large white crane flew over, and the old Daoist waved his horsetail whisk.

The white crane broke through the clouds and left.

The young man suddenly found that the old Daoist next to him was gone. When he looked up again, he saw the old Daoist sitting upright on the white crane, with white hair and a white beard, holding a horsetail whisk, a perfect picture of transcendence, completely suppressing the rest of the cultivators, making people dumbfounded.

Zhang Ruosu sat cross-legged on the white crane, feeling secretly refreshed.

A Xuan, who was thrown down: "…………"

He opened his mouth.

"Senior brother..."

Such a scene further stimulated the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

The Buddhist, Daoist, and martial arts sects each had their own means to rush to that place. In addition, the thousands of miles of glow and the bridge made of water added to the illusion of the mythical era. Everyone was shaken by what they saw. An old gentleman with white hair wiped his sweat and couldn't walk very well. He looked at the distant Kunlun Yaochi, which was like a mirage but also incomparably real.

Seeing the glow in the sky and the golden light flowing, he was a little lost in thought.

Suddenly,

The clouds in the sky suddenly broke open and were stirred.

Naturally, clouds surged upwards and then fell down, rolling towards the surroundings. A large passenger plane representing the beauty of steel and machinery broke through the clouds and swept across the blue sky. The Buddhist strongman sitting cross-legged on the six-tusked white elephant and the Daoist on the sword turned their heads to look at the passenger plane in the sky.

The old man suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"This life is not in vain."

"To be able to see this scene, this life is not in vain."

On Yaochi, Wei Yuan, who was acting as the Taiping Dao leader, slowly opened his eyes.

The Buddhist monks in front of him had already gathered one by one, and around him, the Daoist disciples were also relying on their magic weapons, standing in the air. The Buddhist monks looked a little solemn, watching the Taiping Dao leader sitting calmly on the bluestone. The pavilions and towers around him were crowded with people who had rushed there, and the dragon beast exuding dragon power had already hidden in the sea of clouds.

The Taiping Dao leader stretched out his hand and pointed forward, his voice calm, and said:

"Which Daoist friend would like to give guidance, please take a seat."

An old monk with an ancient face slowly walked out, saluted with one hand, and said: "This poor monk is Hui Kong."

He took a seat, and the surrounding audience subconsciously held their breath.

Before the debate, the old monk took out a pottery alms bowl, placed it on the table, and asked:

"I wonder, Daoist Yuan, do you still remember an old friend from the past?"

An old friend from the past?

Wei Yuan looked at the old monk.

In the crowd, Dao Yan stared at the Taiping Dao leader, unwilling to let go of the slightest ripple on his face.

ps: Today's first update... three thousand six hundred words.

Qixi Festival is here, Qixi Festival is over, that's all.

Single dogs don't celebrate this festival. jpg, like me.

But I still wish everyone a happy Qixi Festival...