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The old monk looked at Xu Chen's eyes quietly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Then Xu Chen heard his voice.

He was not controlled by the old monk's spiritual power, and was forced to enter the world one foot in front of the other party. Rather, it is the meeting of two people's minds in the spiritual realm, so that they can feel each other's consciousness, or mind.

The moment they met, Xu Chen clearly judged that the other party's mind was very calm at this time, not joy, but a kind of enlightenment after penetration, and this heart even seemed a little close.

The old monk's eyes were as warm as a spring lake, and he looked at Xu Chen quietly.

"What exactly am I seeking? What is our generation seeking? Under the Heavenly Dao, can there be a new world that is different from before? I don't know, and I don't know if Xuanwei finally knew. ”

He looked at the mottled sword marks on the bluestone wall, and a smile appeared on his pale old face.

"In the end, you won, your heir won, but can he get the final victory? The Demon Sect was destroyed because of you and me, will it be revived in his hands? My revenge against you will probably start like this, but I don't know how it will end, or should this be the beginning of revenge against God?"

Then the old monk withdrew his gaze and continued to look into Xu Chen's eyes.

Xu Chen's mind buzzed, and he felt that many things came from the old monk's crystal calm gaze, and those things were not specific cultivation knowledge, nor pictures, but some vague feelings.

"You have entered the demons, and if you want to cultivate demons, you must first cultivate the Buddha. Then please go boldly into the night, although you have no chance of success, and you may die just after you hit the road, but I still bless you and curse you. ”

The old monk quietly watched him say the last words in the world, slowly closed his eyes, and his hands resting on his knees spread out, like a white lotus withering.

Xu Chen clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands and looked at him blankly.

There seemed to be a slight sound of wind blowing, and the body of the old monk hanging on the blade suddenly dried up and scattered like a weathered sand sculpture, falling to the ground between the messy bone fragments, and rattling.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, and white bones to white bones.

Accompanying the water lilies to this world, he fell into the demon when he was an innocent baby, which is not something he can choose, because his family has been a member of the Demon Sect since the beginning of his ancestors.

After the marriage, his beloved wife discovered the secret and was killed by his father.

He stood beside the grave, unable to live together and wanted to die together, so he went to the tomb late at night to prepare for martyrdom. The night was stormy, and he meditated at the grave for half the night, and then returned in wet clothes, and began to travel around the world.

He left his family, practiced all the way, and showed a wonderful world in the lead Hua Temple, which is famous all over the world.

He wanted to destroy the Demon Sect, but when the head of the Xiling Temple invited him to join the Demon Sect, he came to the entrance of the Demon Sect in the depths of the wasteland for the first time, but found himself as close as returning to the real family, and realized that he was indeed born to be a person here, not a temple, not a temple, not a temple, not a tile mountain, but a mountain abandoned by God.

He still wanted to destroy the Demon Sect that had rotted and became as foul as the sludge at the bottom of the lotus pond, but he found that he should be reborn after destruction, so he wanted to create a new Demon Sect and then create a new world.

He has immortal talents, cultivating the three sects of Taoism, Buddhism and Demons, intending to cover the sky with demons and shun the heavens with Taoism, and finally reach the other side with Buddhism, jumping out of the Three Realms, not among all living beings, so that he can erase the ruthless Heavenly Dao of the old world in the new world, and find some things that he wants to find through time.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to do evil, and gradually did not know what was evil, and did a lot of earth-shattering things, achieving a world-shattering reputation, killing thousands of people, and then he met a man named Xuanwei.

At this time, he had already arranged everything, and he only needed to hide in the Momoyama Temple on the Momoyama Divine Throne and wait patiently, waiting for Xuanwei to die, waiting for the master to die, and he would begin to change the world.

One day, however, he saw a woman beside Xuanwei, who had a pure and charming smile on her face, much like his former wife. He smiled mildly like a friend, and then began to launch in advance.

He didn't succeed, and he was confined to the netherworld for decades.

He waited for hope in despair, and then, at the moment he saw it, died.

It wasn't until he saw death that he realized that he didn't care about anything, and he realized that he had been just waiting for death.

On that rainy night, he didn't have the courage to dig up the tomb, and from then on, the world was a bleak and lonely grave for him.

He's a gravedigger who went mad, and he's a man who has long since died in the tomb.

Xu Chen stood in place with a confused expression, and the saber in his hand slowly fell.

The old monk died like this, but the fragments of consciousness that had been transmitted to his mind were still there.

Those feelings are very complicated and even confusing, just like the old monk.

The last of the sword intent in the mottled sword marks on the bluestone wall was still pouring into his body, slowly transforming his body with the breath of heaven and earth, and the tattered cotton jacket was blooming with gray-white cotton, trembling slightly.

Xu Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, supported the ground with a knife, and walked to the corner with difficulty, confirming that Duanmu Rong and Ye Tong had only fallen into a coma and had not died, before finally relieving themselves.

If he followed his original way of doing things, he would definitely take advantage of the opportunity of the Dao Idiot to be unconscious at this time and kill her directly, but at this time, looking at the terrifying bite marks on her body, I don't know why he didn't do it.

Xu Chen sat down against the wall, looked down at his chest, and began to cough violently.

Feeling the changes in his body, and feeling the consciousness that the old monk gave him, fear and anxiety gradually occupied his heart—if these things were known, what would be the attitude of the master and the academy, and once he lost this biggest supporter, how could he survive in the world full of the old gods?

The connection suffered a heavy blow, his body was already on the verge of collapse, and at this time he finally relaxed, the fear brought by reason mixed with the injury hit strongly, making him painful and anxious, unable to feel at ease, and even had no time to think about how to leave the Demon Sect Hall, frowning in pain, not knowing how to face the future life.

With doubts and fears, Xu Chen leaned against the wall and passed out.

The sword intent on the mottled stone wall floated down, indifferently hovering on his unconscious body, and the speed at which the breath of heaven and earth poured into it became very slow, but it continued, and it seemed that as long as he lived, it would continue like this forever.

He fell into the depths of the mountains forsaken by God.

At this time, in the far north of the wasteland, Atami gradually froze and entered the long night.

This time the night came, and it seemed that it would never leave.

While he was on the other side of the mountain, someone was also quietly waiting.

It is the same winter, but the intensity of the chill is different, but fortunately, the night is still so fair, and when it covers the mountains, it also covers the Tang family in Yongan Town.

In the small courtyard, Tang Yan sat on the small bench, looking at the white light on her fingertips, her slightly black face was shining brightly, and her willow eyes became brighter and brighter, as if she was missing something.

The old man looked at him with a smile, his hands were in his sleeves, the padded jacket on his body was much cleaner than before, his gray hair was combed very smoothly, and his appearance was still ordinary, making people unable to believe that he was also the hall master of the Demon Sect.

A few days ago, there were a few light snowfalls in Yong'an Town, and tonight the snow stopped and the sky was clear, and the black night dome was dotted with thousands of stars, calmly looking at the buildings on the earth and the people in the buildings.

The divine glow gradually extinguished in the thin fingertips, Tang Yan looked up at the stars in the sky, and asked seriously: "Dad, the divine magic perception controls the old heavenly divine light, and the old heavenly divine light is the sun, so why can the starlight also be?"

The old man took his hand out of the sleeve of his padded jacket and prepared to explain a few sentences of innocence.

Tang Yan didn't notice his movements, squinted at the night star with willow eyes, frowned and continued: "Could it be that these stars in the sky are countless suns?

The old man sighed and thought that he only thought of this after three years of practicing divine arts, but his daughter found out so early, and couldn't help but feel joy, pride, loss, and sourness, and many complex emotions: "Logically speaking, it should be like this, but more than ten years ago, I once looked at the appearance of the stars, and I felt that it was not the same as I imagined." ”

Tang Yan retracted his gaze and stopped looking up at the starry sky, looked at the old man's kind face, and asked seriously: "Dad, cultivation is to control the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to control weapons to beat people, how should we fight people when we cultivate divine arts?"

The old man smiled and shook his head, thinking that his daughter was bent on beating people with divine arts, I really didn't know what was in her heart that made her so persistent, and said softly: "The Heavenly Divine Radiance is the most tranquil, the origin of all the vitality in heaven and earth, but it is also the most violent, because it can purify all things in heaven and earth into nothingness. ”

A dead leaf floated to Tang Yan's knees, she glanced at the remaining snow marks on the leaves, gently brushed them away with her hand, looked at the old man and continued to ask seriously: "What does the old Tianshenhui rely on to purify everything in the world? like burning firewood?"

I didn't expect the little girl to use firewood to cook rice as a metaphor for Shenhui purification, and the old man smiled dumbly.

But that's what girls have in common, right?

Then he explained earnestly: "You can imagine Shenhui as countless tiny particles, which cannot be seen with the naked eye, which can emit light and can have near-infinite speeds, but once they travel at near-infinite speeds, they lose all their power. ”

"The spread of the power of the Divine Radiance is more like the ripples of the water, and the power contained in the waves is where its power lies, but your analogy is not wrong, only when the particles in the Divine Radiance begin to violently oscillate and rub against the violent heat that cannot occur in the world, will it show its unique power to purify everything in the world. ”

The old man looked at Tang Yan's little face, and after a pause, he said with a solemn expression: "Divine art is a very powerful ability, but the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Anyone who wants to have this ability must have the character to match it, and must have a pure and transparent heart without a trace of impurity, and have a bright outlook, so that they will not be counterattacked. ”

In his eyes, Tang Yan is extremely clean and transparent from hair to toes, and it is precisely because of this that he thinks that she is an opportunity given to him by God and a gift from God.

At this time, the old man recounted the concept of light so solemnly, because he was worried that if he left this world in the future, this daughter would be blinded by the darkness of the world, and her mind would be blinded by the dust, and she would no longer be transparent.

There was a well in the courtyard, and the bucket next to the well was the water that had just been lifted, and the starlight could not stay in it.

Tang Yan shook her head and said, "Transparency has no color, and whether it is yin or light, they are all colors. ”

The old man was silent, slowly savoring his daughter's words, and felt that it was very reasonable, and vaguely, he found that this statement was correct, and thought with emotion, probably only a truly transparent person would understand this.

Tang Yan continued to say seriously: "My cousin taught me when I was a child that strength is power, and there are no attributes such as good and evil in itself, don't believe any arguments about innate good and evil. ”

The old man looked into her eyes, and found that there was no doubt in her eyes, only affirmation and natural belief, and his expression was slightly different, and he thought to himself that the boy seemed to be an interesting figure.