Chapter 1217

The emperor of heaven said seriously, "the ceremony only has its own expression. If you are sincere, you will be able to worship your ancestors. If you are sincere, you will know."

This is a very mysterious saying. Sincerity is the spirit. It's a common trick used by many charlatans to fool people.

If other people say so, Tang Zheng will certainly scoff and reward him with a white eye.

No one dared to question or refute this saying from the mouth of the emperor of heaven. He sank down and quietly understood the true meaning of the words.

The emperor did not lie perfunctorily. This was Fu Xi's account in those days. Later generations dare not tamper with it. For so many years, all the emperors of the past dynasties came here like this. They also paid attention to sincerity when worshiping Fuxi.

When they are sincere, their ancestors will come true. They will be given the meaning of the road and help them on their way to heaven.

When the emperor finished speaking, he kept silent and left time for Tang Zheng to think.

Tang Zheng understood that instead of kneeling and kowtowing like nine heavenly Xuannv, he was like a polite man of insight. He bowed slightly to the statue, folded his hands and bowed to each other, saying: "the Tang Xiao of my generation paid a visit to Fuxi's ancestors."

As soon as he spoke, he seemed to have been fixed in his posture, like an old monk who had been settled down, and closed his eyes.

When it was dark, the statue disappeared and everything disappeared.

He did all this as if he was blessed and spirited, and there was a power in the dark to guide him.

Suddenly -

a light comes on.

Although he closed his eyes, he could "see" the scene, when people are amazing.

The outside world is unchanging and calm.

The statue is still that statue, motionless; people are still those people, still as before.

But there was no light in front of Tang Zheng's eyes.

These people don't know Tang Zheng's feelings. They don't say a word. They keep their eyes on him for fear of disturbing him.

Tang Zheng's heart was as still as water, not sad or unhappy. The mysterious light in front of him gradually gathered and deformed.

He looked at the scene quietly, without any surprise or fright. When the light gradually converged and a human figure appeared, a different mood hit his heart.

Instead of panicking, he was quiet and peaceful, like a baby. Since his cultivation, there has been little peace and quiet.

The emperor of heaven looked at the scene quietly and said nothing. Nine days Xuannv want to ask 12, can see father's eyes, she swallowed a stomach of words back.

Emperor Tian can clearly feel the change of Tang Zheng's mood. Previously, Tang Zheng was a rough sea. At this moment, he is like an old well without waves. On the contrary, he is quite different.

A person can settle down so quickly, only when he has reached a certain level of cultivation can he achieve it.

Tang Zheng is young and should have been young and vigorous, but he can do this, which is impressive.

The emperor of heaven sighed. Tang Zheng was more extraordinary than he thought. Maybe that's why heaven chose him.

He took a deep look at the statue of Fuxi, and said to himself: ancestors, in the dark, is this your arrangement?

It's really a coincidence that without the nine heavenly Xuannv bringing him to Tianmen, he would not find the book of heaven. The ancient volume of the sky would be dusty and would never be connected with the book of heaven.

All this is not fate, what will it be?

Nothing else can explain it at all.

The scene in front of Tang Zheng changed again. The light converged and finally became a person's appearance, vivid and vivid, as if smiling at him.

Seeing this man's face clearly, Tang Zheng was shocked. He was very familiar with that one. He was surprised and exclaimed, "Fuxi!"

this man is as like as two peas. He can see where he looks. Fuxi came to him step by step. He subconsciously wanted to step back, but he found that he was still.

Fu Xi's power and pressure made Tang Zheng unimaginable.

Fuxi seemed to be smiling, more lively than the statue, and his eyes seemed to have magic power, which immediately attracted Tang Zheng's eyes and made him immersed in it.

Fuxi came to him and slowly stretched out his finger. The tip of his finger flashed a little light, but it didn't look like a cold shining blade, but it gave a very strange feeling.

The energy contained in that fingertip is earth shaking, containing but not revealing.

Tang Zheng's fingertip is on his chest. Tang Zheng subconsciously tries to dodge, but there is nothing he can do but watch his fingertip on his chest.

The light disappeared from his chest and his body in an instant. Before he could tell clearly what was going on, the scene before him changed and rippled.

Fuxi became fuzzy, the smile on the corner of his mouth was stronger, more cordial, step by step back, the tide was general.

When the light in his body burst out, he immediately drowned all the organs and channels and rushed to his brain.

At the same time, another text also appeared little by little.This is as like as two peas.

Tianshu!

Tang Zheng was very happy. Although he had written down the contents of the book of heaven, he did not generate such a book in his brain.

It was like a copy of the book of heaven, which was vividly displayed in his mind, and reflected in the ancient volume of the sky, which was extremely mysterious.

"Is it because of Tao?" Tang Zheng's heart was filled with awe, remembering that his sacrifice was to gain the meaning of Tao.

But there is no other gain except this light. Is that light the meaning of Tao?

He didn't guess wrong. The light really meant the way.

He sincerely worships and is a man of predestination. Fu Xi shows his spirit. Once he points out, Tao will be passed from his fingertips to Tang Zheng's heart.

Tao, like blood, spreads rapidly to every part of his body.

Tao Yi activated the heavenly script.

When people browse the book of heaven, even if they see the contents of the book of heaven, without Fu Xi's guidance, the book of heaven will not play its full role.

Only by Fuxi's guidance of Tao and mind can we inspire the real function of Tianshu.

At this moment, Tang Zheng has achieved this and enjoyed the extraordinary harvest.

He determined his own guess, secretly pleased in his heart, and hurriedly restrained himself, and began to study the heavenly script little by little.

A trace of enlightenment, like moistening things silently, went deep into his brain.

The real Qi in his body is not turbulent, but static like the water in the ancient well, without any waves, but the real Qi is increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In particular, his ninth main channel flashes golden light. In an instant, his whole body is covered with golden light. His face is solemn and gives people a sense of oppression from inside to outside.

The ninth main meridians were originally integrated with dragon veins in the mausoleum of the first emperor of Qin Dynasty, which was extraordinary. It seems that the ninth main meridians were particularly active under the stimulation of the Tianshu.

In the golden light, his body becomes transparent and the nine main channels are clear.

Other people stared at this scene. When they saw that it was like the ninth main channel of a golden dragon, except for the emperor of heaven and the Xuannv of the nine heavens, other people were shocked.

There are only eight main meridians for ordinary people, but Tang Zheng has nine main meridians. The body structure is different from that of ordinary people. No wonder it is so powerful.

The emperor also looked at the ninth main channel and admired it.

Although the emperor of heaven has high accomplishments, he is also very envious of Skywalker's body structure, which makes Skywalker's combat effectiveness better under the same accomplishments as others.

The ninth main meridians can store more Qi and play a more powerful role.

This is obvious.

Tang Zheng opened his mouth, and the golden Sanskrit flew out of his mouth.

"The underground scriptures!"

Nine days Xuannv recognized at a glance.

Those golden Sanskrit are the scriptures of the earth, which suppress the sacred things of Shura. As soon as the scriptures of the earth were published, Tang Zheng became more and more solemn, just like an eminent monk.

"What is the Tripitaka?" The emperor of heaven had never heard of the Sutra, and could not help but show the color of suspicion.

In addition, when he inherited Fuxi's Daoyi, although there were also anomalies, he was quite different from Tangzheng.

"It's a set of unique skills created by the Tibetan king in ghost Kingdom, which is not simple." Nine days Xuan female to the earth Tibetan scriptures also know the ominous, can only give a general answer.

The emperor of heaven raised his eyebrows slightly and murmured to himself in surprise: "he even has contact with the ghost world, the king of the earth. Isn't the ghost world respected by the ten hall king of hell? When will a land King emerge? "

The Emperor didn't know nothing about the ghost world either. The ghost world and the human world are the child and mother world, and they are in peace all the time.

But the emperor knew that the ghost world was very powerful. He was always led by the ten hall Yan king. He was not good at stubble. He tried to avoid it as far as possible.

Nine days Xuannv can't answer the emperor's question, angrily said: "all this only he knows, he has been to the ghost world."

The emperor of heaven nodded suddenly. Skywalker is the holy body of Jiuyang. Only with this special constitution, can he freely shuttle in and out of the ghost world and know so many things about the ghost world.

The emperor looked at Tang Zheng with burning eyes. The Sanskrit of the sutra was flying around his body. Soon, the Sanskrit fell and covered Tang Zheng.

Sanskrit connects with each other to form a garment like thing.

"Cassock!" As soon as the pupil of emperor Tian shrinks, something almost forgotten appears in the deep memory.

It was a very long time ago, when there were hundreds of schools of thought and schools of thought, and all kinds of learning and Magic were in one school and carried forward. It was a very prosperous and enlightened era.

Some say it's the best time, others say it's the worst time.

Because there were many possibilities in that time. In ancient times, after the germination of cultivation, after the initial ignorance, it gradually flourished and formed many schools.

A hundred schools of thought contend with each other, many geniuses emerge, and many new cultivation methods emerge. There are fierce confrontations and endless arguments.Among them, there is a Buddhist, the Buddhist people wearing cassock, solemn face, chanting the Buddha's name, blooming bright light, in that era of a hundred schools of thought left a strong ink.

Buddhist practice pays attention to enlightenment, practice pays attention to chance, few disciples, and finally decline, disappearing from history.

Other schools, such as flowers, are in full bloom and wither at last, leaving the two schools of cultivators and martial artists.