[What do you do after joining the camp?]

Because of the glory of the Eight Kings Era, from the existing deeds, Cui Que can see that those eight people are equivalent to subverting the era, or subverting the division of power in this world, the situation where ghosts and monsters have the upper hand, and even the situation that human beings can be kept in captivity for food, because of the glory of those eight people, it has become a victory for mankind, perhaps, not only a victory for mankind.

After joining the camp, do you want to go to other worlds to help mankind?

So, the existence of the pot is equivalent to an observer or defender of order? he stifles other ghosts that have formed a climate, or he kills those ghosts when they are about to exceed a certain limit, and tries to get rid of some ghosts that do not obey the existing order as much as possible, and strictly enforce the order while selling some private goods to gather faith or something.

Thinking of this, I suddenly found that Buddhist cultivation was not as quiet and inactive as I thought, and I was a little disappointed.

[That is only known after joining the camp.] 】

The system's answer this time is timely, but it is equivalent to nonsense.

Cui Que asked: "Will all the people who have participated in the camp have a system equip? I mean, you know, I have always referred to you as a system, as an auxiliary function. 】

I don't know if the system is equipped with functions such as mind reading, anyway, everything must be said to people, and Cui Que himself has nothing to hide.

Before I met the system, I was always an ordinary person, a fly camp dog, and the biggest situation in my life was the type of successful businessman, and I didn't think about anything else, and I didn't have time and life to think about it.

After encountering the system, no matter what kind of opportunity he has, he can't find any reason and interest to turn against the system, so it doesn't matter if he knows or doesn't know those things.

As for some dark thoughts or something, Cui Que feels that he is okay, at least he is not the type who is idle and takes the initiative to harm others, and others such as the first strike or something, there is nothing to hide.

Compared to the system's discipline of completely destroying the dragon clan in order to be able to obtain the true dragon essence blood and the dragon slaying sword, Cui Que felt that he couldn't be more humane.

Ahem, ignore that black history, he will definitely not be so stupid in the future.

Coexisting with a system with a lower bottom line than yours makes it easy for Cui Que to find his own brilliance, which helps to balance his mind or something... Anyway, he won't be afraid that his psyche will be known by the system.

[Not all.] The system doesn't have any opinion on its own naming problem, probably because its IQ doesn't think it's a problem.

[If I am an enemy of Lord Pot, is it automatically considered to be the anti-human camp by default?] Cui Que still doesn't understand the criteria for the division of this camp, and I feel that this is a thing with some thresholds, so far, he seems to have been in contact with the edge once, and rejected the wide net of a certain big man or something.

In other words, the traverser is mixed like this, he shouldn't be the worst one, he was only pulled together by the meaning, or because he occupied the most suitable identity and gained enough attention, otherwise...

[There is no anti-human camp. The system's answer seems to be a little bit different.

Come on, this is the result of the database not being repaired, and the IQ has lost most of it.

[Are there standards for each camp?] Cui Que continued to ask.

[Due to the destruction of the database, the currently known camp standards are human camps: human, people-oriented, Terran dominant...

The system said one by one, and after talking about the human camp, it stopped, and after a while, Cui Que couldn't wait for the following, and then he realized that there was no more below.

Huh.

At any given time, it's hard to expect from the system!

I am also a little inexplicably disappointed in the camp, and the school's admissions club will also advertise that I will get a flyer or something, so can't the camp publicize itself more? What should he do if he is curious and can't get in?

Alas, when others solicit, hesitate to hesitate and hesitate, always feel like a trap, when others don't care, when they see a scaly claw, they want to see it clearly, and their curiosity is bursting, which is also a contradiction.

Cui Que put this problem aside for the time being, went to other places for a look, and when he saw Cui Di again, it was already a few years later.

Cui Di, who was sitting among the noble disciples, put on the kind of dragging white robe, with exquisite patterns embroidered on the waistband, and the hat on his head had the characteristics of this era, revealing a handsome atmosphere.

His appearance was not very outstanding, but he was a young boy, with good facial features, and some unpredictable temperament between his eyebrows and eyes, and the whole person became a unique elegance.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the faint petals drift in the wind, the pale gold straw mat is spread on the green grass, the brown table holds a white tea cup with a cherry blossom pattern, and on the other side, behind the gauze flower and bird screen, a girl in aristocratic costume half-covers her face with a fan painted with a picture of a beauty, holds a slender pen, and depicts the words she wants to narrate on the thin silk cloth - the song of April and the wind, and the shallow grass reflects the flowers. The color is easy to fade, and the love is not left.

The weak handwriting is like an embroidery drawn on the wide sleeves, slender and beautiful, but lacking sinews and bones, and it must be attached to something to exist.

Cui Di took the piece of silk cloth, saw the poem, and in the kind smiles of several young people, he also smiled, and wrote a response.

If you have all the money, you should stay in your sleeve. I can't wipe away my tears for a long time, and the river is rolling.

The corners of his mouth were smiling, but the hand that handed out the silk cloth paused, not far away, the young man in white stood there, his eyes were faint, he seemed to look here, and he didn't seem to look again, the next moment, the person was gone, and the silk cloth in his hand fell gently, stretched out like a willow in the wind, and the ink-colored handwriting was clear.

"Teacher. ”

Cui Que, who chased after him, seemed to be in a hurry, and even forgot the use of spiritual power, and the fragrance of his body was like the warm fragrance carried by the boudoir who had just left the girl, which actually diluted the natural fragrance of flowers in the wind.

The spiritual power spread like a thin net, and the things about Cui Di were quickly collected, and in a few breaths, what this person had done over the years was as clear as black and white.

Cui Que stopped under a flower tree casually, he actually didn't pay much attention to what Cui Di did, the human emperor is still the ghost emperor, it is always someone else's brilliance, and it has little to do with him, but this person actually used the words he taught and others in exchange for meritorious deeds, which also made him a little unimaginable.

Is the status of a nobleman so worthy of people's expectations?

Is it so important to have poetry with the aristocratic girls every day?

It was not very surprising to find that Cui Di's cultivation had increased very little, so small that it was almost negligible.

When the child is older, his mind is mixed, his talent is average, his understanding is average, and he lacks hard work and diligence, and his future achievements can really be seen through at a glance.

This kind of person, Cui Que has not seen too much, he is a little disappointed, but not too much, because he doesn't have much hope for Cui Di, but more of a desire to watch a good show, and now, he can't even play a good show.

"What I taught you is yours, and what you do, I have never limited what you want, if that's what you want. ”

The fate of this thing is really very bad, fate has arranged for you to do this and that, if you have to do it, it's good, you can see the results of the opposite work soon.

As a teacher, the last reminder is probably "All choices must have a result, and you should be sure that you can bear it." ”

"Yes. Cui Di's cheeks were flushed with excitement, as if he had been allowed, he happily told Cui Que that he had now developed and become a nobleman, with a mansion lady and a servant, because of the merits of writing, he also had a false name, and he was praised by many people, and his child was about to be born, and some doctors had already said that it would be a boy.

He rebuilt the tomb for his mother, compiled a family tree for his family, and he was a big step ahead of the times with the words, right and wrong, he could have found himself an eight kings as an ancestor, and later generations, few people knew that he was not.

"Teacher, go to my house and rest. ”

Cui Di is very enthusiastic, for him, Cui Que who taught him so much should be respected even if he is a ghost, just like his attitude towards other ghosts, he can also help each other when necessary.

Because he has seen a lot of ghosts and monsters, he has also helped many nobles in this regard, and the yin-yang technique has entered everyone's sight in this way, and it has become a popular technique among the nobles, and too many people want to ask for it.

Cui Di said embarrassedly that he had already accepted two disciples and was concentrating on teaching, so he also asked Cui Que to take a look.

"No need, the fate of master and apprentice was broken back then. ”

It's not the same to be a ghost, human time is almost meaningless to him, it's only been a few years, Cui Di, who was still looking up to him, has been able to take charge of himself, he has probably achieved success that he couldn't think of, and he doesn't need to participate in the cause and effect of the other party anymore.

Many years have passed since this separation, and when I heard the news of Cui Di again, it was still from the mouth of a bird-shaped monster that Cui Di was killed by the enemy because he participated in the rebellion of a nobleman, and that place was the one that the original owner used to work for before his death.

The mountain cherry blossoms are like the old days, and the Si people have returned. Vaguely invisible, faintly fragrant.

"I know, you don't need to send me such news in the future, fate has long been broken, and the rest is just that I want to see it too. ”

The battle between the wine swallowing boy and the tengu for the hundred ghosts ended up losing both, speaking of which, the defeat of the wine swallowing boy and the factor of Cui Di, he accepted a total of three disciples, only one of them was relatively weak, and those two actively participated in the killing of ghosts, and most of the evil ghosts and monsters under the seat of the wine swallowing boy were those who killed people and killed people, and they were slaughtered the most, and he, as the leader, was finally killed.

Extrapolating, there may not be no reason for the yin and yang techniques he taught, and the rest of the tengu was originally a person who didn't like disputes, and without the wine to fight with him, he would automatically disappear, and no one would be able to find him.

In just a hundred years, the slippery ghost led the remaining hundred ghosts to live in seclusion, becoming the real leader of the hundred ghosts, and did what the drunken boy did not do, and the development and growth of human beings was already expected.

Looking at the pot lord who came over, Cui Que showed a knowing smile: "Your mission has been completed?"

The other party is a human body, and it is already powerful to be able to live to be more than a hundred years old with cultivation, but it can't block the old age brought by time, and a pair of eyes are still sharp, but there is already a soft twilight covering beyond the sharpness.

With his hands folded and he silently recited the Buddha's name, the pot asked him softly, "Would you like to go with me?"

There seemed to be a little softness in his voice, as if the past hundred years had finally made him more restrained in his cultivation and understood the power of the hidden sword into the sheath.

"No. ”

I don't know if this counts as the second solicitation I received.

Cui Que thought about it, with a relieved smile on his face, he really didn't want to, he didn't want to put his soul in the hands of others.

When Lord Hu was about to make a move, Cui Que waved his hand: "I know your intentions, I'm leaving, you can go by yourself." ”

Rather than letting the other party use some kind of secret technique to die with him, he might as well be more interesting and go by himself, his strength is already too strong, beyond the level of a hundred ghosts, and has become the most taboo one for Lord Ke, and it has also become another threat in the world in the eyes of the other party, although he doesn't actually want to do anything.

[Enough has been seen, let's leave.] 】

Without hesitation, he handed over the ghost's body to the system, and in the same way, he also carved a soul-locking array in this body again, and at the same time left a number of causes and effects, Cui Di did not complete his life, he used his life to bear the result, but it was not enough, so the rest became borne by the body of this ghost.

The accountability of the joint sitting is what Tiandao likes to do the most, and I hope that this ghost body and those cause and effect can give people unexpected surprises.

Whenever he thinks of this, Cui Que's mood will soar a little, and he doesn't know if the last body has a yin person, it's a pity, he can't see it.

The pot keeper kept his hands folded and watched the person in front of him disappear without a trace, as if he had turned into air, and there was no trace in the world, he closed his eyes, recited another Buddha name, turned around and left, and returned to the temple to sit down in a day.

The faint golden enveloped his soul, exited this world and returned to his original body, young and powerful, so that the pot master who had just left the aging body was a little abrupt, opened his eyes, looked at the familiar meditation room, and the master who was sitting next to him to protect the Dharma, and bowed and saluted: "Master, disciple Zhixin is back." ”

There seemed to be a faint golden light outside the body, and some white light was gathered in the rosary in the hand, one hundred and eight rosary beads, there were already more than fifty of them restrained with the same light.

"Can you get something?" the elder monk's entire face was hidden in the light, making it difficult to see clearly, and his voice, as if it came from nothingness, could not tell where it came from.

"Yes, I feel it, and I know how to give in. ”

Sharp qi is a patent for young people, but in Buddhism, only sharp qi will only be rigid and easy to break, not only to maintain a certain situation, but also to allow him to cultivate the mind, and if the Buddha does not cultivate the mind, how can it be regarded as cultivating the Buddha?

"Good. ”

The older monk did not ask how the Buddhism in that world was developing, since the disciples came back and could still make progress, the Buddhism in that world must have developed, otherwise, he would have nothing to do.

The great aspiration to become a Buddha is related to the development of Buddhism and the benefits of their cultivation.

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I think this is the end of the story!

Big long chapter!