And since Chen'er was struck by lightning and could only take the path of physical cultivation, the three old men were also worried about creating a strongest physical cultivation foundation for Chen'er.

Take the "Beast King's Blood" that is the easiest to get in the materials that are put into the cauldron every time, it is the forty-nine beast kings who are in the same realm as the sturdy old man!

Under the same corresponding realm of the beast race and the human race, the beast race has an innate advantage, and it is conceivable that the strong old man needs to go through what kind of battle he needs to go through in order to get the forty-nine points of the beast king's blood.

And this, just the most ordinary material!

The three old men have made such a big effort, although it is related to the senior, but in the past ten years, they have really regarded Chen'er as their junior.

In the waters on the west side of Inmo Island, large ships have begun to sail into the safe area around the island.

These big ships are all immortal treasures with inscriptions all over and flowing Daoguang. If you identify it carefully, you can also see that several ships have appeared in the ancient history of the human race, and every time it appears, it is accompanied by turmoil in the world and changes in the times.

Now, they're on the island of Indevil.

And in different places of the Heavenly Mandate Continent, some big or small things are also happening. It is these things, big or small, that have played a decisive role in the safety of the human race in the future.

In an ancient temple in the Western Desert Realm, the old monk who once sighed that he could cross the world sat on the futon with his eyes closed, and a very handsome little monk opposite opened his eyes from time to time and secretly glanced at the old monk, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

The old monk seemed to be able to sense that the little monk had something on his mind, and whenever the little monk opened his eyes, his movement of pulling the Buddha beads would pause slightly.

The little monk thought about it for a long time, and finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"Master, is there really a demon in this world?"

The chanting stopped abruptly, and the old monk opened his eyes. It's not a treasure **, but it's also kind.

Nodding his head gently, he said softly, "Yes!"

The little monk began to ask again: "Master, is it true that if I become a Buddha, there will be no more demons in the world?"

The old monk smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Even if we all become Buddhas, there will still be demons in the world." ”

The little monk said with a skeptical face, "Then why do we still want to become Buddhas?"

The old monk looked out of the hall, as if he could see through everything in the world at a glance.

"If we don't become Buddhas, who are those mortals going to worship?"

"But if we become Buddhas or will we have demons, what is the use of worshipping us?" Xiaohe began to ask at the bottom of the matter.

The old monk stretched out his hand and pointed out: "How many of those who started queuing up from outside the temple gate came to worship the Buddha because it was useful to worship the Buddha?"

The little monk blinked, with some realization in his heart, and asked again: "Then, when will there be no demons?"

The old monk replied, "When there is no Buddha, then there is no demon." ”

The little monk's enlightenment just now disappeared again.

"Isn't the Buddha the one who destroys demons? Why is there no Buddha and no demons?"

The old monk whispered: "The Buddha and the devil are like the sun and the yin." If there is no sun, then how can it be too cloudy? Conversely, if there is no too yin, how can there be a sun?"

The little monk suddenly realized: "So it's not just that there is no Buddha without demons, but also that there is no demons without Buddhas?"

The old monk nodded with satisfaction, and then the little monk asked again: "Then if we don't become Buddhas, won't there be no demons in the world?"

The old monk sighed, and asked in a low voice: "But we are all Buddhas, who are mortals in the world going to worship?"

The little monk suddenly frowned and said, "Master, I can't understand this Zen!"

The old monk touched the little monk's bald head, and after a while, he slowly spoke: "I think, go down the mountain, when will you understand it thoroughly, when will you be able to come back." When he comes back, when the master will be able to relax. ”

The little monk felt that he answered.

Not long after the little monk felt that he was leaving, the Buddhist beads in the old monk's hand suddenly broke and scattered everywhere.

The old monk looked blankly at the Buddha beads that were rolling around, sighed long, turned his head to look at the golden body of the Buddha, and asked: "There is no one in the heart, even if you become a Buddha, what is the use?!"

On the same day, from this ancient temple, a handsome little monk with a backpack walked out.

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In the dark, deathly silent space, a little boy about three years old and very cute looks sat at the head of a black and white coffin, his legs drooping down on the coffin head, swaying mechanically.

The little boy's face was expressionless, his eyes were blank, and his pale complexion was matched with some purple lips, which gave people an eerie feeling.

The coffin floated in the air, moving slowly forward like a stream of water, but suddenly stopped at a certain point.

An ethereal voice rang out in the dead silence.

"It's time to go and bring them back. ”

The little boy opened his mouth expressionlessly and said, "If you can't eat it, can you eat it?"

The ethereal voice in the space sounded again: "Except for him, it's all right." ”

"Yes" is another expressionless answer.

"Has the Yin Yang coffin been cracked?" the ethereal voice asked.

The little boy's expression remained unchanged, his eyes moved upward, he opened his mouth, and after a pause, he said: "I am not the owner of the Yin and Yang Coffin, but its user, I can only use the Yin Coffin, and I am not qualified to use the Yang Coffin." ”

The ethereal voice thought for a moment, and instead of dwelling on the topic, he said, "They're coming soon, we don't have much time." ”

The little boy did not answer.

"Let's go and do something!" the ethereal voice revealed some helplessness.

After the little boy said yes, the yin and yang coffin was surrounded by pitch black and disappeared in an instant. Only the little boy's emotionless laughter was left in the air

"Huh"

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In a certain luxurious compound in the central realm, a quarrel came from a small courtyard in a remote corner.

"I'm just not going to call you?" was the voice of a young man full of anger, but he tried his best to suppress it.

"Your elder brothers can already take charge of the family business and contribute to the family, and you, what will you do in addition to being a loser?"

"Qian Sanjin, you owe my mother, you owe me, you don't care what I do!" the young man began to explode, his words full of aggression!

"Do you know who you're talking to?" the middle-aged man's voice began to fill with anger.

"Of course you are the noble head of the Qian family! What, you are the head of the Qian family, I have to kneel down and kowtow to you, and call you the ancestor?" said the young man sarcastically.

"Smack!" the voice of the slap sounded, and the middle-aged man scolded angrily: "Brute!"

"Yes, I'm a brute, so what are you?

"Smack!" was another slap in the face.

"Qian Sanjin, you and I have no father-son relationship, so the relationship between father and son will be severed, from today on, the surname Qian, I will give it back to you!" After speaking, he slapped his palm on his chest, and the whole person staggered back a few steps, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"My mother's things, give me back, you don't deserve to take them!" said the young man who gritted his teeth in the middle age.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, took out a jade pendant from his arms and threw it to the chubby young man in front of him, and at the same time threw out a ring with an expressionless face, and said coldly: "The property that belongs to your mother, take it away! My money and three gold don't owe anything to your dead mother! My Qian family doesn't owe you anything!"

"Hehe, Qian Sanjin, let me tell you a secret, once you had a son who arrived at the Star Realm at the age of sixteen, but you who should be the closest to you, but you didn't know it, but instead scolded him all the time for not learning and having nothing to do! Just now, just now, with a palm of labor and management, he beheaded all the cultivators of a sixteen-year-old Star Realm of your Qian family!" The slightly chubby young man grinned, his eyes full of anger and disappointment: "Your Qian family is not worthy of a genius!"

When Qian Sanjin heard this, five thunderbolts thundered, and he raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at the slightly chubby young man, but he couldn't say anything.

"Hahahaha!" The slightly chubby young man looked up to the sky and laughed miserably, and said in a loud voice: "Sixteen-year-old Star Realm, looking at the entire Central Realm, how many people can there be! Qian Sanjin, you remember, it was you who ruined the future of the Qian family!"

Then the whole person was about to fall backwards, and a pair of brothers and sisters next to him hurriedly stepped forward and supported the slightly chubby young man.

"Young master!" the younger sister shouted softly, her eyes full of anxiety.

The chubby young man gasped a few times, and said weakly: "Don't call me young master in the future, call me son!"

After speaking, the three of them walked outside the small courtyard.

Soon after, a carriage drove out of the gate of Qian's house.

In the corner next to the gate of the Qian family, a few people saw the carriage driving out and just wanted to leave, but they were slapped to death by the person who suddenly appeared behind them.

In the remote courtyard, Qian Sanjin sat on the ground, repeating "Am I wrong?

After a long time, Qian Sanjin stood up and said to himself with a firm look in his eyes: "I'm not wrong!"