"Amitabha. Likong looked at Wang Rong and smiled: "It seems that the son of the world only knows one of them, but he doesn't know the other." ”

"Oh?" Wang Rong sat up from the bed, pointed to the chair next to him and let him sit down, and only then did he ask, "What do you say?"

"Should the prince know what the biggest purpose of your existence is?" This time, surprisingly, Sakata didn't put the words Emi Tofu on his lips, and said straight to the point.

"What else could there be. It's okay not to mention this, but when he mentioned this, Wang Rong was depressed and said, "Is there anything else besides that to save the world?"

"Yes," said Sora affirmed, "the purpose of the gods in leaving the Son on earth is to save all beings when the end of the world comes." ”

"But ......" After a while, he looked at Wang Rong and asked, "Then do you know why the world has come to an end, and how can you save it?"

"This ......" Wang Rong was dumbfounded, he really didn't know this question, all along, whether it was going to Shaolin Temple to find enlightenment, or going to the Golden Dragon Fantasy Realm or Liu Ruixue, all the people told him that the son of the world was the savior left by the gods in the world, but what would happen in the mortal world, and what he needed to do, no one had ever talked to him.

All along, including himself, he thinks that he is the son of the world, and then comes to save the world, everything is a matter of course.

But no one told him what would happen in the mortal world, and what he needed to do, and now when he heard Kong mention it, Wang Rong remembered that he really didn't know what was going on.

"Oh yes, I'm a Xibei cargo. After a long time, Wang Rong remembered his true identity and scolded secretly in his heart, but curiosity killed the cat, Wang Rong shook his head and asked, "I don't know, or you can talk to me." ”

"Amitabha," said Kongzhengse, "To be honest, the poor monks don't know, not only the poor monks, except for the sons of each generation, no one knows what the so-called end times are, and no one knows how the sons of the world are going to save the world." ”

"......" Wang Rong didn't expect the truth to be like this, and looked at the sky a little speechlessly and said: "In other words, this is just an empty word, then you can believe it too." ”

"Letter. Likong didn't feel angry because of Wang Rong's words, but looked at Wang Rong very seriously and said: "This is a warning that has been handed down from thousands of years ago, and every generation does have the appearance of the son, and the ability of each generation of the son is unquestionable, when the son of the world appears, there is no sect that can be compared with the Golden Dragon Fantasy Realm, because the son of each generation is known as the existence closest to God, uh, except for you." ”

Wang Rong pursed his lips depressedly, knowing that he was telling the truth, but he was still a little unhappy, you said that you just talked, why do you have to talk about yourself in the end.

As if he didn't see the depression on Wang Rong's face, he continued: "When each generation of the prince appears, no one dares to doubt the legend of the end of the world, and everyone firmly believes that as long as the prince is there, the end will never come. ”

"You mean, now everyone has doubts about my ability?" Wang Rong asked rhetorically

"Amitabha. Instead of answering Wang Rong's words directly, he said, "In the previous generations, almost every fifty years, a new son will appear, and the Great Council of the Tao will also be born because of this. ”

"Five hundred years ago, the eighth generation of the prince died, and since then until your appearance, for five hundred years, there has not been a single son, which also led to the initial panic of the various sects, but five hundred years have passed, and the existing sects have gradually begun to forget the legend about the son, until your appearance. ”

"So, I'm still a memory that people don't want to recall. Wang Rong touched his nose and sneered.

"Your little girlfriend told you about the purpose of the conference. Li Kong ignored Wang Rong's words, looked at Wang Rong and asked.

"Little girlfriend?" Wang Rong was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, he said Liu Ruixue, and he didn't deny it, nodded and said: "The Dao Conference is the method of various sects to discuss the end of the world. ”

"Hehe," Sakara sneered, and said noncommittally: "The original conference was the coronation ceremony of each generation of sons, but in the last five hundred years, from the beginning of the coronation of the sons of the world to discuss the way to deal with the end of the world, in the end, it has completely become a spoils conference." ”

"Spoils sharing conference?" Wang Rong looked at the empty in surprise, but he didn't expect to hear such a word from the empty mouth.

"Amitabha," probably realizing that his words were sorry for the Buddha, he hurriedly recited the Buddha's name, and his face returned to the indifference he had at the beginning, "let the prince smile." ”

"It's okay," Wang Rong waved his hand indifferently, and looked at the empty road a little incomprehensibly: "Then what does this have to do with me?"

The poor monk shook his head and nodded just now, and that's it. "Shizi, you may not realize what your identity represents, because your appearance may lead to the largest end entering your hands, and this is something that all sects do not want to see. ”

"Does all this sect include the Shaolin Temple?" Wang Rong interrupted empty words and asked with interest.

"Amitabha. Good, good, good. The empty face remained unchanged: "Shaolin Temple has never been involved in these world affairs. Not to mention going to share the spoils. ”

"Okay. Wang Rong shrugged, he was just bored to ask casually, as for the facts, he didn't have the leisure to care, he stretched out his hand towards the empty and made a continuing movement, and then quietly listened to the empty speech.

"Your appearance has made the topic of the end of the world appear again in everyone's problem, five hundred years later, no one dares to ignore your existence, all people are speculating whether you came into being, no one is more complicated than Zhang's mood at the moment. ”

Wang Rong nodded, he finally understood the meaning of emptiness, standing in Zhang Xiaodong's position, it was really tangled, on the one hand, it was the transfer of rights, and on the other hand, it was the threat of doom.

Thinking about everything, Wang Rong smiled bitterly, could he be regarded as taking the light of the doomsday thing? If it weren't for the threat of the doomsday, I'm afraid that he would have been killed by Zhang Xiaodong before he got here.

Wang Rong didn't doubt this possibility at all, if he could climb to the position of the head of the Kunlun faction, how could he be a soft-hearted person?

"Amitabha. Seeing Wang Rong's uncertain expression, he knew that Wang Rong had understood what he meant, stood up, bowed to Wang Rong, and said: "The prince has a good rest, the poor monk will retire first, but I think Zhang Zhangmen will come to see you soon, so it's better for you to rest early." ”