Chapter Thirty-six: The Tragic Poet

  I just discovered a place I've been neglecting, I always see friends tipping but didn't know where to find the tipped book reviews... I guess I'm still a semi-new author. Today I finally found it, and I've read each of your tips, and pinned them to the top (limited number of pins, sorry about that). Last but not least, thank you all for your support! Hmm, Peter classmate tipped so much at once, I feel unworthy...

  The vast world of Honghuang finally returned to calm after this turmoil, but the Heavenly Court and the Western Church were brewing a subtle change in the calm.

  Zhang Zilong returned to the Sun Palace and immediately closed his doors to cultivate and refine the Fangcun Shen Wing and comprehend the Great Dao Stone. However, relying on his current cultivation level, he could at most comprehend the Emperor's Array Method that Hong Jun had organized for him. As for the others, he would have to wait until he became a Saint before he could continue to comprehend them.

  Western Paradise

  Two mixed-yuan saints' Dao courts, it is precisely because of the Western teaching's dual saintliness that they can be at a disadvantage in terms of Dharma treasures and yet roam freely in the vast wilderness, saving those with affinity. Otherwise, they would have been killed by the Three Pure Ones long ago! Among the two Western saints, the one who receives and guides Daoists is very similar to Laozi, being clear and quiet, single-mindedly cultivating the Dao. Of course, his clarity and quietness still differ from Laozi's, after all, the Western teaching's obsession with Jiāo Yīn is too strong, causing him to be unable to wholeheartedly contemplate the Great Dao, thus slowly falling behind Laozi.

  Fortunately, he had great wisdom and perseverance, and opened up eight hundred side doors, which were vastly different from the Eastern Profound Gate's immortal Taoist path. This allowed him to have combat power that was not inferior in the slightest, despite his cultivation being less than Laozi's, and it truly made other saints marvel in amazement.

  Zhun Ti is far inferior, not to say that Zhun Ti's enlightenment is poor, but this guy simply takes the teachings as everything, and there is little heart to comprehend the great Tao. With a single mind to expand the Western teachings, his strength is not much stronger than that of Nüwa who has achieved merit and become a saint.

  However, the two Western saints, one contemplating the Great Way and the other busy with the teachings, are actually dividing their labor and doing their respective jobs, making the desolate West lively and comparable to the Three Religions of the Mystic Gate.

  At this moment, the two mixed-yuan saints are personally lecturing to the two ordinary men sitting below. If Yaoniang Xianzi were here, she would probably be so shocked that her soul would leave her body. Those two people are none other than Yaoniang's husband Yang Jun and their eldest son Yang Xiang!

  The two saints had been preaching for so long that they both formed a Buddha's golden body, each with their eyes closed, immersed in the supreme Dharma, and seemingly became disciples of Western Buddhism!

  It's not hard to understand, Western religions are famous for their eloquence, deceiving people is a compulsory course for every believer, let alone these two religious leaders personally deceived, that's truly a golden lotus everywhere, cranes singing in unison, a perfect picture of extreme joy and beauty.

  Seeing that the two had already condensed their Buddha bodies, Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance, smiled with relief, these two people are indeed good at enlightenment, it's not in vain that the saintly person specially opened such a small furnace for them.

  "Now, Haotian's resentment towards us is really worrying!" Ji Hong led a sigh. In those years, the plan went wrong and was counterattacked by the Daoist sect. Not only did it ruin their plans, but also cut off their luck in the Heavenly Court. Fortunately, they managed to bring these two people to the West, and who knows, maybe there will be a chance for revenge in the future!

  Zhun Ti didn't have the intention of teasing, he just smiled lightly: "A mere ant, although it can bring some trouble to my Western teachings, but it cannot shake our foundation. The ultimate enemy is still that Eastern Holy Man!" After speaking, his eyes pierced through billions of miles of distance, sweeping across the Taiqing Realm, Kunlun Mountain, Jinyu Island, and even the Brocade Heaven of Nüwa was not spared.

  The chessboard is already set up, and all the pieces are in place. Now it's just a matter of waiting to see how the Eastern Sage will make his move!

  Two people are increasingly enthusiastic about the Western faith, as if they see the entire world of Honghuang bowing under its teachings. This is an inevitable thing, when the two of them attained enlightenment and made a grand vow, also owing a great debt to the Heavenly Way. In the dark, there is an invisible hand that constantly disturbs their hearts, making them obsessed with the prosperity of the faith, even if it's just for a moment!

  As for the Westerners' calculations, the Eastern sages were completely unresponsive, to say that they had not thought about what the two Westerners' goals were, and who could have thought that the two saints from the Xuanmen lineage would betray the Xuanmen one day? This also led to the Westerners leaving the Xuanmen in later generations and establishing Buddhism without encountering any obstacles.

  Thirty-three days, Snowy Mountain Domain.

  Xueyu Mountain is a beautiful mountain peak in the Heavenly Court, covered with crystal clear white snow all year round. It is also the place where the immortal grass Snow Lotus grows. The Snow Lotus flower is a wonderful medicine for nourishing yin and beautifying one's complexion, and its attraction to women is enormous. Therefore, every day, there are immortals carrying baskets coming here to pick Snow Lotus flowers, in groups of three or five, with their sleeves fluttering. Passing by the immortals from here, they often hear bursts of pleasant laughter, plus this pure white scenery, can't help but make people feel refreshed and delighted, what a wonderful place!

  Unfortunately, in such a beautiful and peaceful place, there has been an indecent voice these days. A man often stands with his hands behind his back, reciting poetry in the snow. The fairy who comes to pick the snow lotus, one by one, can't help but surround him, turning around him from time to time, and being teased by him into giggles.

  All that could be seen was that the man wore a suit of silver armor, with a handsome face, and most strikingly, he had two dragon horns on his head, clearly telling others that he was from the Dragon Clan.

  That's right, this guy is indeed Ao Bing, the Crown Prince of the East Sea.

  It is said that on that day, Ao Bing was scolded by Zhang Zilong and ordered to take Jingwei to the East China Sea to meet her parents and set a wedding date. The old Dragon King heard that she was the daughter of Shen Nong Huang, what else could he say? Moreover, this marriage was arranged by Yu Long Taizi, he didn't even have time to be happy, so with a slap of his dragon claw, it was settled!

  This was a bitter pill for Ao Bing, who liked Jingwei but didn't want to get married so early! In the words of his eldest brother, marriage is the grave of a mature man... He, Crown Prince Ao Bing, hadn't enjoyed enough of this world of flowers, how could he die young like this?

  So Ao Bing secretly sneaked back to the Heavenly Court, and because he was afraid of being caught by Jing Wei, he didn't dare return to the Sun Palace, but instead hid in Xue Yu.

  It would be great if this guy could hide here safely, but unfortunately Snow Domain is a place where the heavenly goddesses often visit. Not to mention that Snow Lotus is a top-grade spiritual herb for beauty and skin care, just the clear and sweet spiritual water in Snow Domain is enough to drive these beauty-loving women crazy.

  What a coincidence! Ao Bing is indeed a playboy, how could he possibly hide when this beauty comes to visit?

  So, these days, the fairy maidens suddenly discovered that a talented young man had appeared in Xueyu Mountain. Yes! A talented young man!

  Ao Bing followed Zhang Zilong, often hearing the prince's plagiarism of various poems and famous sentences from later generations. This time, in order to entice his sister, he shamelessly borrowed the prince's poem and warning sentence! And very ** gave himself a pseudonym: "Xiao Shiran!" Openly saying that he is a young poet.

  "The narrower the sash gets, I won't regret it; for her, I'll wither away."

  "How many sorrows do you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

  …

  Ao Bing successfully enchanted a group of fairy maidens, and so the heavenly court spread the rumor that in the Snow Domain Mountain, there appeared a poetic immortal who was exceptionally handsome, had extraordinary literary talent, and understood the thoughts of girls very well. The news spread from ten to hundred people, and the more it spread, the more exaggerated it became. Ao Bing really became famous, and he was even a celebrity-level heartthrob!

  However, good times are hard to come by. Just then, Jingwei, who had been searching for her husband in the Temple of the Sun without success, heard this rumor about Xiao Shiran and immediately recognized that man as her own fiancé Ao Peng!

  No way, Ao Bing's plagiarism is not powerful enough! They are all familiar with the prince's famous lines in the Sun Palace, plus the rumored description of the poem fairy's appearance... Ao Bing is a tragedy!

  On this day, Ao Bing had just finished flirting with a group of fairy girls and saw them off from the snowy domain. The corners of his mouth still held that flirtatious smile. This snowy domain was indeed a place of great pleasure! Haha, even I, Crown Prince Ao Bing, have such a day!

  But for some reason, Ao Bing suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if something dangerous was approaching.

  "Hmm, I must be stressed out. Sigh... it's all because of that little girl... Looking around, didn't see anything suspicious, Ao Peng shook his head and sighed: "In the past, I could pee three feet high against the wind, now I can only pee a shoe's length with the wind at my back. This poet is really tragic..."

  "Ah! Xiao Shi Ren classmate, you're really pitiful!" Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind Ao Bing.

  Only to see the Crown Prince Ao Bing, who had just been lamenting his unlucky fate, suddenly stiffened up, and that lewd smile that had always hung on the corner of his mouth also froze on his face, making him look like a statue.

  He was like a rusty machine, turning around with a "creak" and looking at the fiery figure standing in the wind, as well as the frosty complexion on her face. Ao Ping revealed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Ah, dear, how did you come?"