latelenovela Chapter 307 The Supreme Sage's Summoning
Chapter 307 The Supreme Sage's Summoning
Qishan Mythical Beast Garden.
Yang Jiao didn't even have time to clean the charred marks on her body; she was already shocked by the identity of the newcomer.
Grand Master Xuandu, a primordial human, the only son of Laozi, and the undisputed senior disciple of the three religions, how did he end up here?
At this moment, Xuan Du stood upright in front of the fence with his hands behind his back, his hair tied up and fluttering in the breeze. The night did not diminish his handsome appearance; on the contrary, it added a touch of mystery.
The faint light cast by the hanging moon could not compare to the stars in his eyes.
Xuandu scanned the people standing in the garden one by one, without lingering on his fellow disciples from the Chan Sect and their disciples. After looking around, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Bai Ze raised his hand and brushed away the white hair that was covering his forehead.
Of all the beings in the Three Realms, he and Xuandu have the worst reputations.
He was scorned by his own people.
Today, it's traitors meeting traitors.
He had a very good attitude, looking down at 'Yang Jiao' who was still lying on the ground, blending into the darkness, and joked:
"It seems like today is a good day, with good friends gathering, a young friend making a breakthrough, and a new friend visiting."
Yang Jiao felt uneasy.
The sudden visit of Grand Master Xuandu must be of no ordinary purpose. Since only the two of them, master and disciple, remained in the Human Sect, they couldn't guess his intentions and could only ask:
"I wonder what brings the Grand Master Xuandu here today?"
Yang Jiao opened her mouth.
In the darkness ahead, all that could be seen was a set of white teeth opening and closing.
Xuan Du's gaze settled, his eyes finding a target.
Then, he finally strode into the Divine Beast Garden. As he walked, his azure fairy robes shone brightly, and every gesture exuded an otherworldly elegance.
Yang Jiao's first reaction was that his younger brother was undoubtedly the match for the Three Realms God of Beauty.
Even though Xuandu's face wasn't as strikingly handsome as Yang Jian's, his overall demeanor exuded a profound depth.
Xuan Du stood still in front of Yang Jiao, his flat voice ringing out above her:
"By order of my master, I invite the Pure Blessed God to visit the Tushita Palace."
Yang Jiao was so frightened that all that could be seen in the pitch-black night were two rows of teeth that were wide open and could not be closed for a long time.
Let alone Yang Jiao.
Everyone present was stunned by what the Grand Master Xuandu had said and was unable to recover.
I thought it was already strange enough that the Grand Master Xuandu came here, but it turns out that the reason behind it was actually Laozi, one of the Three Pure Ones!
Master Yuding pinched Master Taiyi hard.
"Ow!"
Taiyi Zhenren suddenly turned to his right and glared angrily at Yu Ding.
A cry of pain brought them back to their senses.
Master Yu Ding patted his chest and murmured:
"It's true, Taiyi feels pain, it's not a dream."
The Supreme Sage advocated non-action and following the natural way, and did not participate or concern himself with anything that was not of great importance. Yet, he sent the Grand Master Xuandu to receive Yang Jiao.
Maitreya and Ksitigarbha's gazes fell again on her teeth, which seemed to float in the air.
With a wry smile, Maitreya reached out and gently closed her chin.
Completely invisible.
Although Yun Zhongzi was a member of the Chan Sect, he had been saved by Xuandu once during the Lich War and had always regarded him as the number one in his heart. When he saw him now, he excitedly grabbed Taiyi Zhenren's waist fat.
"Ow!"
Taiyi Zhenren turned his head and looked at Yun Zhongzi on his left.
He grimaced and silently stretched out his hands, rubbing his waist up and down on both sides.
Yun Zhongzi's eyes were filled with admiration as he murmured:
"It wasn't my imagination, I really saw it."
His palms were sweaty with nervousness, and he kept wiping them on his Taoist robe. He bowed and said:
"I wonder what business my Grandmaster Uncle has with Yang Jiao? I am Yun Zhongzi. It has been a long time, and my senior brother may not remember that you once saved me during the war between the Lich King and the Demon King. If it weren't for you back then, I might not be where I am today."
Grand Master Xuandu glanced at Yun Zhongzi.
His expressionless eyes remained unchanged, and he uttered a soft voice:
"I don't remember."
Then he looked away.
The two senior brothers standing beside Yun Zhongzi seemed to hear the deafening sound of his heart breaking.
Master Yuding sighed and patted his shoulder. Master Taiyi sympathetically pulled his hand back to his waist and indulgently said:
"Go ahead and pinch me. This little pain is nothing compared to your heartache."
On the contrary, Yang Jiao's unrealistic feeling made her feel like she was floating.
What merit does she possess to be granted an audience with Laozi?
This is too unrealistic. I'd like to pinch Taiyi Zhenren and see what happens.
"Ow!"
I heard a cry of pain, just as I had hoped.
Yang Jiao still didn't believe it.
Just as he was about to raise his hand to pinch her again, Taiyi Zhenren raised his foot to kick her, but Nezha grabbed his waist and dragged him backward.
Nezha was not tall, but he was very strong, lifting Taiyi Zhenren off the ground with both feet.
The chubby Taiyi Zhenren struggled incessantly, kicking his legs wildly. He hadn't dared to really kick Yang Jiao before, but now he was being dragged away by Nezha to the side of Yuding Zhenren and Yun Zhongzi.
Without any restraint, the kicks were brutal.
Yun Zhongzi, right? Junior brother, what's wrong with kicking him?
He kicked Yun Zhongzi in the buttocks, launching a sneak attack that sent him flying.
Then I saw Master Yuding still laughing. Senior brother, right?
Screw your senior brother!
Another kick landed on Master Yu Ding's back, sending him flying like an arrow.
Yang Jian lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped forward to catch his master steadily.
Master Taiyi patted his obedient disciple's hand:
"Alright, alright, I've calmed down."
After Yun Zhongzi got up, he looked at them, gritting his teeth in jealousy:
"Very well, so you're taking advantage of the fact that my Lei Zhenzi isn't here!"
Lu Ya, standing to the side, rubbed his aching temples. His karma had only been temporarily suppressed within him by the Tai Chi Banner, leaving him still weak. All he could hear was the incessant chattering and noise.
He felt that even when ten thousand demon beasts surrounded him and shouted "We must restore the Demon Court!", their voices were not as loud as those of a few people from the Chan Sect.
One can't help but wonder if the threshold for Yuanshi Tianzun to accept disciples was based on who could shout the loudest.
Xuan Du paid little attention to what was happening before him, only staring intently at Yang Jiao as she repeated:
"I have come here on the orders of my master to welcome the Pure Blessed God to the Tushita Palace for a chat."
Yang Jiao supported herself as she stood up and carefully went through all the things she had done since she was a child.
From stealing peaches in a plot to rebel against Heaven to trampling on flowers and grass, he never offended the Human Sect or Laozi in any way.
Moreover, among the Three Pure Ones, only Yuanshi Tianzun had ever given himself a red mark, and he had some secrets with Tongtian Jiaozhu, who was the only one of the Three Pure Ones who never interfered in affairs and had no interaction with him.
Even if Yang Jiao were to tear a few holes in the sky, she wouldn't have the chance to offend Laozi.
He asked nervously:
"I wonder what business the Supreme Sage has with me?"
Grand Master Xuandu turned around, gesturing for Yang Jiao to follow, and said only one word:
"You'll know when you get there."
Yang Jiao was uncertain.
But when summoned by the sage, one has no choice but to go.
He had no choice but to follow Xuandu, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
A distant memory flashed through my mind.
The color drained from his face instantly.
Without hesitation, Yang Jiao turned and ran back to Mosquito Taoist, hugged him tightly, and started howling:
"No, I'm not going."
How could she not have offended Laozi?
If I hadn't offended these people, I wouldn't be here!
At this moment of memory replay, Yang Jiao could still hear her own complaints standing in front of the Three Pure Ones statue and that faint, unreal voice:
"If you're so capable, then you do it. If I don't teach you a lesson today, my Daoist heart might be destroyed."