Chapter 1 Surrounding

Looking around, An Qisheng's gaze was chilling.

These cultivators filling the sky, perhaps they were all once human, but how many are human now, and how many are ghosts?

Survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle, this is the Dao.

Just as wolves eat sheep, and sheep eat grass, there is no absolute right or wrong.

But sheep eating sheep is another matter.

This is precisely why, even now, he cannot truly integrate into the Huangtian Realm.

To cultivate oneself, one must first cultivate the heart.

With a firm belief in one's heart, one can bear the weight of cultivation. The meaning of Dao is ethereal, the Buddha speaks of compassion, the Confucian speaks of governing the world, and all cultivation paths are also held by the heart.

Without a firm belief in one's heart, all Daos are like castles in the air, destined to collapse one day.

The so-called adherence to a single thought is the key to becoming a saint, and that is the essence of it.

An Qisheng has lived two lifetimes, crossed three realms, and cultivated countless classic martial arts. The number of fist techniques and divine arts is even more countless, but the one who influenced him the most was Wang Yangming.

The Xin Xue (School of Mind) lineage is not a practical method of cultivation, and its meaning may not be higher than other Daos.

For An Qisheng, it is a seed, a seed that best suits him.

Now, he is no longer walking the path of Xin Xue, but the unity of knowledge and action applies to all Daos.

If you see it and dislike it, but ignore it, what unity of knowledge and action are you talking about?

What about a clear mind?

Who shouldn't live?

The surrounding Real Ones were all stunned, secretly surprised, could it be that someone present had offended him?

Some people felt uneasy, vaguely feeling that something big was about to happen.

"What does Daoist An mean?"

Daoist Tianji's eyes narrowed slightly, as if guessing something.

An Qisheng did not answer. With a thought, the earth beneath his feet shook, the soil rolled, and an altar emerged from the ground, rising straight into the sky to a height of a hundred zhang.

Supporting his body.

This altar was made of mud and stone, but it was exactly the same as before.

Standing on it, his calmed aura rose again like the rising sun. It seemed that he had not suffered any injuries or weakness after a great battle, which shocked everyone.

Daoist Tianji and the Monk Ruyi's expressions remained unchanged, but they were also pondering a lot.

"Since everyone is here to participate in the Wanfa (Ten Thousand Methods) Assembly, there is no need to rush to leave."

Having said that, An Qisheng raised his hand.

Rumble!

Only a series of loud noises were heard, the earth rolled, and the soil was like waves, as if the earth dragon had turned over.

One mud altar after another rose from the ruins, still in the original position and in the original style. The only difference was that there were no runes on them, and there was no connection between them.

Bearing the Qi Seed, changing the terrain with a snap of the fingers is a basic operation, but arranging a formation is not so easy.

Of course, there is no need to arrange a formation.

Amidst everyone's surprised and uncertain gazes, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, placed his hands on his knees, and slowly opened his mouth:

"Sit."

Although it was just a plain word, it seemed like a host inviting guests.

But under the might of his killing Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Daoist, all the Real Ones did not dare to neglect it.

However, they couldn't help but hesitate and looked at Daoist Tianji, who was wearing a flowing Daoist robe with an immortal demeanor, on the side.

Daoist Tianji stroked his whitening beard, many thoughts arose in his mind, but he still smiled lightly, stepped onto the altar, and sat down cross-legged:

"Since Daoist An has this interest, the old Dao will naturally accompany you."

"Amitabha."

Monk Ruyi put his hands together, and even followed the trend, stepped forward and sat down. The group of monks behind him hesitated for a moment, and then slowly sat down.

Seeing that two Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) level great masters had already sat down, the others naturally did not hesitate any longer and sat down one after another.

Before long, the only ones who had not yet sat down were the many Daoists of the Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Sect.

These Daoists looked at each other, wanting to retreat, but under the gaze of the three Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) Real Ones, they were in a dilemma. Even Yi Gong and Jiu Yan, the two great Du Jie (Tribulation Transcending) Real Ones, did not dare to move.

"Since the Real One invites, how dare we disobey!"

It was still Xiao Feng who gritted his teeth and stepped onto the altar.

Only then did the other Daoists' faces look ugly, and they silently stepped onto the altar one by one.

The situation of the host and guest has changed, and they have no choice but to obey.

"What does the Daoist friend intend to do?"

With everyone seated, the first to speak was Monk Ruyi.

"I heard that the convening of this Wanfa (Ten Thousand Methods) Assembly was Master's intention?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved and he looked at the old monk who had attained the golden body.

He also has a fragment of the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra of the Rulai (Tathagata) Temple in his hand, and he knows a lot about this technique.

Because this technique is extremely Yang and extremely rigid, the people in the Rulai (Tathagata) Temple are the most assertive in their actions, and there are many monks who would fight at the slightest disagreement.

This Monk Ruyi is a freak among them.

When he was young, he was also extremely strong. If he saw something he didn't like, he would unleash the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon and strike out with a Tathagata Seal.

But since he also cultivated Prajna, his disposition has undergone earth-shaking changes.

If it were not for this, it would have been impossible for him to be in Qingdu City with the Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Sect, and they would have been at peace for decades.

"That's right."

Monk Ruyi took a deep look at An Qisheng.

He had never seen the white-clothed Daoist's technique before. Everything he saw was mysterious. Even with his eyesight, he could not see whether the white-clothed Daoist was injured or not.

"This old monk originally wanted to compete with that Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Daoist, but now, there is no need."

Monk Ruyi shook his head slightly, his expression calm:

"If Daoist friend wants the position of National Preceptor, you can take it."

"That's right."

Daoist Tianji also nodded slightly, expressing his agreement.

Since the two Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) level great masters seemed to have no objections, the other Real Ones and Du Jie (Tribulation Transcending) Real Ones naturally had no objections.

Many people even echoed and expressed their agreement.

The vast majority of cultivators only seek freedom and ease, and only a few are willing to be bound to the imperial court.

"In that case, very well."

An Qisheng was not surprised at all, nor did he decline.

Under the gazes of many people, he nodded and accepted the position of National Preceptor.

The atmosphere eased, and many people breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) Real One had also come for the position of National Preceptor.

In this way, there would be no conflict with most of them.

The faces of the many Daoists of the Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Sect were also ugly, but they did not dare to say anything else. Without Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Real One, they were powerless to do anything in the face of the current situation, even if they wanted to.

For a time, there was a chorus of flattery on the Wanfa (Ten Thousand Methods) Altar, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Of course, there were also many people who were concerned about the Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Sect.

However, since Daoist Tianji did not speak, they naturally had no intention of standing out. After all, the change of the national religion was the most cruel, and the Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Sect would inevitably face a great cleansing from that white-clothed Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) Real One.

"Everyone, Daoist friends, all possess unique skills and divine arts. An is very interested."

Not caring about the changes in the minds of the many people, An Qisheng turned his eyes and looked at an old woman in red on the altar not far away:

"The Wu family's Soul-Controlling Worms have really opened An's eyes."

His voice was calm, seeming to be heartfelt praise.

"Hmm?"

Old Lady Wu was feeling sorry for the damage to her Soul-Controlling Worms, but when she heard An Qisheng's praise, she immediately felt comfortable, like drinking a bowl of sour plum soup on a hot summer day.

Everyone loves to hear good words, and everyone likes flattery.

Old Lady Wu was naturally no exception. If these words were said by someone else, she might not care much, but the praise of a Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) Real One was different.

"Where, where. Real One's supernatural powers are vast, and your magic power is boundless. How can these little tricks be worthy of Real One's praise?"

Old Lady Wu grinned, and dense Soul-Controlling Worms could be seen entrenched on her dark teeth:

Old Lady Wu was quite happy, but the others were secretly surprised.

Although the Soul-Controlling Worm was a fierce creature ranked among the top 100 exotic insects, and even a Du Jie (Tribulation Transcending) Great Real One had to be wary of it, it should not have caught the eye of a Yuanshen (Primordial Spirit) Real One.

Daoist Tianji stroked his beard, seeming to have seen something, and a meaningful light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"I wonder, how are these Soul-Controlling Worms cultivated?"

An Qisheng asked again.

Old Lady Wu did not hesitate when she heard the words, and said with a grin:

"Speaking of which, it's not that complicated. My Wuzhou has been prone to the breeding of poisonous insects since ancient times because it is close to the Wan Zhang Mountains. The initial number of these Soul-Controlling Worms was extremely small, and it was difficult for them to survive. Only occasionally could one or two survive on the corpses of humans and beasts.

Compared to many poisonous insects, they were not worth mentioning.

It was the many predecessors of my Wu family who saw the potential of these Soul-Controlling Worms and constantly explored and cultivated them for thousands of years before they reached their current scale. How much hardship was involved.

Even now, only a few thousand are born in a mass grave every year, and they are smaller than a baby's little finger.......

If my Wu family had not inherited twenty mass graves for many years, I am afraid that the old woman would not be able to gather these Soul-Controlling Worms."

Speaking, Old Lady Wu sighed, lamenting the difficulty of cultivation.

"Amitabha."

Monk Ruyi chanted the Buddha's name again and shook his head gently:

"It is against the Dao and humanity to feed on the essence and blood of people's souls."

"Master's words are wrong. Existence is justified. This world is not the world of humans, but the world of all spirits. Humans eat all things, and all things eat humans. What is wrong with that?"

Old Lady Wu's expression was respectful, but she did not agree in her heart:

"Furthermore, although my Wu family has accumulated twenty mass graves for thousands of years, the people in them were not killed by us, but were collected by my Wu family from the corpses of people who died violently all over the world!

It does not harm the Dao, and it is not ashamed of humanity."

"I'm afraid not, right?"

Xiao Feng couldn't help but sneer:

"The blood and souls eaten by these Soul-Controlling Worms must be those of people who died violently and have a fierce aura, so your Wu family cannot take action, and can only secretly guide others to take action?"

"Nonsense!"

Old Lady Wu's turbid eyes suddenly widened, and she snorted coldly:

"A stray dog dares to slander my Wu family's reputation!"

"Hahaha."

Xiao Feng laughed loudly, tears coming out of his eyes, pointing around and saying:

"Daoist An, the evil deeds done by these people around you are no less than those of my Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Sect! If you destroy my Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Sect, you might as well kill them all!"

Of all the people present, including Daoist Tianji, no one knew An Qisheng better than Xiao Feng.

He knew very well about Liang Dan and other matters in the Nine Provinces, and the matters of subduing demons and eliminating demons and sweeping away demonic auras along the way.

He also knew that the reason why he had a feud with the Tianyi (Heaven's Will) Sect was because he refined blood pills for the old emperor!

"Looking for death!"

Old Lady Wu was angry, and a buzzing sound rang out from her body, as if countless Soul-Controlling Worms were about to rise up.

"What a Dao that does no harm to the heavens, and is not ashamed of humanity!"

An Qisheng nodded, and sighed as if he felt the same way:

"Well said,

Very well."