The sky is filled with dust.

On the ancient trade road that stretches to the end of the sky, only one person and one horse are moving forward slowly.

The horse's hooves trampled through the dust, leaving behind distant hoofprints.

It’s late autumn and winter is coming.

Every year at this time, the caves of monsters and spirits in the Northern Wilderness are ready to stir up trouble, and the Western Region is not much better. This time has always been a time when the demon kingdom and land are wreaking havoc.

It's just that Dao Lord Kongchen is currently in the Western Region, and with the protection of the Demon-Suppressing King, countless demons are suppressed and do not dare to show up.

However, the demon disaster on the other side of Beihuang is still the same as in previous years, and there is even a wave of demons that has hit the Great Wall of Wei, only to be killed by the ghosts and gods of the Yins who keep coming from the Taoist sect.

According to usual practice, no business travelers dared to go north or enter the Western Regions at this time.

The person walking on this ancient road now is Alanduo, who went to the Central Plains to seek Dharma and returned. He immediately carried two thick boxes of Taoist scriptures, as well as the order from ghosts and gods granted by him to pay homage to Yuanjun Chixia.

Alanduo's original delicate and handsome appearance has become vicissitudes of life and unshaven.

His skin was tanned, but his eyes were bright.

Although the Western Region is far away from the Central Plains, it doesn't take a thousand miles to get there. Two months is enough for a normal business trip to make a round trip. Alanduo is alone and has martial arts, so it naturally doesn't take that long.

However, it still took him nearly two months to return with difficulty.

On the way, because of his special identity, he was paid close attention to by some demon kingdoms and demon lands. They searched everywhere for his traces, and he almost died in the demon cave.

After entering the Central Plains, the situation did not get better, but became more dangerous.

Some of the remaining branches of Buddhism continued to assassinate him day and night. Many people and forces did not hope that Alan Tuo's trip would succeed. If he could obtain the Taoism and successfully bring it back to the Western Regions.

It is equivalent to the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions being completely destroyed by his hands for a thousand years.

Although a discerning person can tell at a glance that the practice of Taoism in the Western Region has become a foregone conclusion, and the decline of Buddhism cannot be reversed.

However, there are still people who continue to move forward with the idea that killing Alan Tuo will prevent the spread of Taoism in the Western Regions.

In front of an immortal saint like Daojun Kongchen, no one can resist and struggle, but it is different when facing Alanduo.

It was not until he entered the heart of the Wei Dynasty and the Taoist sect sent people to greet him that the situation finally improved.

In the end, he was safe and successfully entered Gaojing, and met Chixia Yuanjun, the Taoist true god who was in charge of the way of incense.

Being chosen as a son of Buddha from birth, it was the first time for him to experience such hardships and dangers, and it was also the first time that he saw the prosperity of the Central Plains and the power of that sect.

The city gods and ghosts in the cities, the incense and fire realms, the mountain gods who brought the richness of the mountains and forests, and the land lords who brought abundant harvests, all of them shocked Aranda, and even fascinated him.

Traveling thousands of miles is better than reading thousands of books.

This eastbound road allowed Aranda to see everything that the Western Regions could not imagine.

Leading the horse, walking alone on the road.

Aranda was still thinking about the scenes he had seen on the road.

"If the Western Region can be like this, even if it doesn't have to be so prosperous, as long as there are no monsters."

"What would that be like?"

Aranda looked at the Taoist scriptures he brought back, and then touched the Order of Ghosts and Gods in his arms.

Suddenly my palms felt hot and I felt a heavy burden on my shoulders.

If Alan Tuo's trip eastward to seek Dharma started out amidst comedy and laughter, and he was forced to travel helplessly, he had already begun to transform when he returned.

He even felt a little grateful to the Taoist Lord Kongchen, and felt that he was chosen by the Taoist Lord, and perhaps there was indeed some destiny destined by God.

Aranda was walking with his horse when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Alan Tuo looked up and saw that it was an old monk.

The old monk wore gray robes, with long pale hair spread out. He walked slowly, but every step seemed to be measured and accurate.

The two happened to meet in this deserted place and had a face-to-face encounter.

Alan Tuo was a little cautious, nodded to him, and led the horse past.

But he didn't expect that the old monk suddenly spoke, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he called out Alan Tuo's name.

"Alanta."

"Did you get what you asked for?"

Alan Tuo just assumed that the old monk had recognized him, and that he should be a person from a certain Buddhist lineage in the Western Regions. After all, he was the Lord of Landuo Temple, and many people from various Buddhist lines in the Western Regions had come to pay their respects to him.

He put the fly whisk on his shoulders and saluted the old monk.

"Infinite Taoist Lord!"

"Now there is no more Alanduo. Now I already have a Taoist name. I have entered the true generation of the Taoist lineage and am called a True Dharma Taoist."

"In this trip, I not only obtained the Dharma, but also obtained the scriptures."

"The Dharma solves the catastrophes in the world and eliminates the evil thoughts in the mind."

The old monk laughed heartily.

"Inner demon?"

"The first, second, and third generations of Kunlun Taoists who founded the Taoist sect and left scriptures behind them can hardly get rid of their own evil thoughts. How can they overcome others?"

It was only then that Alan Tuo felt something unusual.

In his words, the old monk elevated himself to an extremely high level.

Moreover, even if he is the former head of Landuo Temple, he only knows a little about the Kunlun Mountain and the three generations of Taoist monks. How can an ordinary person talk about such an ancient legend as if he is talking about something he has seen with his own eyes.

Aranda was attacked repeatedly and immediately asked on guard, "Who are you?"

The old monk had a deep look in his eyes, held up his flowers and smiled.

"Alanta."

"You once said that you and I were inseparable, but now you are in the same world with me."

Aranda was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the old monk meant.

When had I ever made such a grudge against someone, and said that I would never live with someone else?

But as soon as he thought about it, Aranda's expression suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, sweat broke out all over my body, and a look of extreme horror appeared in my eyes.

He suddenly remembered that he had smashed the stone tablet of Landuo Temple in anger in the past, and shouted angrily that he broke with Buddhism and the Buddha.

He immediately stepped back in fright, looked at the old monk in front of him and asked, "How is this possible?"

"Who are you? Are you here to scare me with your nonsense?"

This frightened Alan Tuo so much that, except for the gods of the Land of Paradise, no one had ever really known what the Buddha in his past life looked like.

He didn't even expect that he had just turned his back on Buddhism, and in the blink of an eye he would bump into a man who vaguely claimed to be the Buddha who had passed away.

The horror and fear in his heart at this moment were beyond description.

But looking over again, the vast Buddha light bloomed from behind the old monk, and a huge black stone wheel emerged from the light, standing and spinning in the air.

At this moment, his identity has been revealed.

"Escape from the shackles of the mortal world and realize the immortality of reincarnation."

"I wanted to leave here, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

"It's time and destiny."

The old monk's hesitation and hesitation as he left all the way disappeared in an instant.

His eyes reflected the terrifying demonic shadow roaring and shouting, but his face became increasingly compassionate and sacred: "The great road can be achieved, but the inner demons are difficult to overcome."

"I have been obsessed with you all my life, and my inner demons will not go away for thousands of years."

"It's really time to figure it out."

Amid the Buddha's light, the wheel of reincarnation turned, and endless light poured into Alan Tuo's body.

This is not reincarnation, but another method of the reincarnation wheel to seize the mark of other people's souls in heaven and earth.

From the laws of heaven and earth, completely control and replace another person.

No matter how powerful a person is, as long as he cannot see through the law of reincarnation between heaven and earth and the mark of the origin of the soul, it is impossible to see through the flaws in it.

The Buddha's light all over Alan Tuo's body disappeared, and his pupils revealed the connotation of antiquity and vicissitudes of life. He led the horse and walked towards the distance according to the route planned by Alan Tuo.

At the end is the Garuda Kingdom where Kong Chenzi is currently located.

Stepping through the sand and dust along the way, it gradually disappeared into the distance.

After a long time, the old monk who was lying on the ground finally stood up slowly and looked at the unfamiliar sights to his left and right.

He shouted loudly in panic and ran around as if he was lost.
Chapter completed!