His brows were furrowed.

The gourd in his hand smelled of alcohol, but he didn't drink a sip.

Whenever there was a big event, he never drank at all.

Footsteps sounded, and Wu Rong in purple robe approached. Tu Shanjun looked up and asked, "Has it been dealt with?"

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"He has been weighed in the scale of good and evil. I think he should stay for the time being without letting him reincarnate. Maybe he can find out something else." Wu Rong walked to Tu Shanjun and sat down, crossed his hands and continued: "I have sent

Go away and collect information about Jambu, there should be traces of the Pure Land in the West."

"This matter... I don't believe in Buddhism and don't know anything about it." Wu Rong made arrangements.

Tu Shanjun opened the book of life and death, and a phoenix feather appeared.

"This is?!"

"That day I went to see the ancestor of the Tianyang Divine Sect, and he gave it to me, saying that I would know it if I had enough practice."

"Master, you..."

"I have refined the Phoenix Feather just now."

Tu Shanjun recalled the scene of refining the phoenix feather just now.

…

A few days ago.

I listened to Dunyi talk about Jambu, but I still scratched the surface.

Tu Shanjun thought of Phoenix Feather.

So he walked out of Senluo Hall and returned to the alchemy room.

The dossier of life and death unfolds slowly like a divine map of society.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Tu Shanjun's eyes burst out with yin and yang light.

Light up the feathers.

The phoenix feathers commanding the birds to fly out.

Tu Shanjun grabbed it and used the extreme yin and yang divine power to operate. The wheel and millstone behind it seemed to become the core thread of heaven's way.

A few moments.

Phoenix Feather Refining.

Unlike White Tiger’s Ultimate Yang, Phoenix Feather’s is an ancient myth.

Even Tu Shanjun also spent a lot of effort to completely refine it. The phoenix feather that is now condensed is not the same as the original one, but has become a magical power that he has mastered.

Tu Shanjun knew the truth immediately.

This feeling was very strange. No one told him, there were no words or words, and there was no sound transmission or spiritual consciousness. He just knew it so naturally.

Let Tushanjun recall that time when he saw the Yuan Shengming Demon in the blood jade gourd.

No words or even reasoning are needed.

He understood it completely just by putting it there.

"Great magical power!" Tu Shanjun finally determined the realm of Taoist Feng.

…

Wu Rong's eyes were stunned.

He had never seen such a solemn look on his master's face.

Even when he was facing Yuan Tong, the master looked calm.

Even if I have complete thoughts in my heart, I will never express them.

Tu Shanjun is indeed under tremendous pressure. He is not sure whether he can win this battle, what price he will pay if he wins, and what will happen if he loses.

Yuan Tong's battle was a revenge and a battle to establish a government in the underworld. He was somewhat sure of it.

Must fight.

But what about this battle?

This battle is not necessarily necessary.

He can continue to delay.

"I'll mobilize the troops!"

Wu Rong stood up without saying anything else.

Tu Shanjun grabbed Wu Rong and said solemnly: "Buddha and Taoist Feng have a bet."

"What bet?"

"If the Buddha wins, Taoist Feng will leave the mountain and enter the Samana."

"What?!" Wu Rong was shocked, and the steps he had just taken suddenly stopped. He really didn't expect that Yan Fu would be involved in such a big matter.

Tu Shanjun was aware of it at first, but it was not until he refined the Phoenix Feather that he finally understood.

To advance from the west to the east, we need the help of Taoist Feng.

This is the outline of Buddhism.

In other words, Yan Fu’s cause and effect are either big or small.

If Yanfu is defeated, there will be problems with the plan to advance from the west to the east.

Wu Rong sat back on the steps. He really couldn't figure out how the Tianyang Shenzong could make such a big bet.

He has only heard of Senior Yueyan. Can this senior who came from the small wilderness really help Taoist Feng win the bet?

Wu Rong was very unsure, so he asked this question.

"Brother Yuyanyan is extremely talented. If he hadn't been involved in the game, he shouldn't have fallen into the small wilderness."

Tu Shanjun was not stingy in praising Yu Yan.

If Yue Yan hadn't been involved in the situation, he would have been the pride of Heaven in the Eastern Wilderness Realm, the leader of the younger generation, and a phoenix that could truly spread its wings and fly high.

"Then...what should we do?"

Wu Rong calmed down.

They finally got to the real big picture.

"Does Senior Feng intend to go to the West and become a Buddha?"

Wu Rong tilted his chin, his aquiline nose wrinkled into a sharp hook.

Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "He doesn't want to."

"He wouldn't see me if he wanted to."

Tu Shanjun saw that the old Phoenix still retained the pride of the ancient gods and was unwilling to bow his head.

"I had expected it to be a big event for Buddhism, but I didn't want it to be so big."
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