Qi Wuhuo returned to Lianyang Temple after several days away. The young Taoist Mingxin was very happy, but the old Taoist was moved for a long time when he saw the young Taoist. When Qi Wuhuo went to clean up again, the old Taoist was reading Taoist scriptures in the house, but he was still sighing. The young Taoist Mingxin was very curious, so he came up to the master and said, "Master, why are you sighing all the time today?"

"Didn't you say that sighing makes you age quickly?"

The old Taoist rolled up the Taoist scripture in his hand, tapped the young Taoist on the forehead, and said unhappily:

"I have lived for more than 300 years. I am already very old. What's the harm in getting a little older?"

"The little Taoist priest is in charge of the ball."

The young Taoist propped up his chin and said, "I'm only ten years old."

"After the New Year, I will be eleven years old."

"hey-hey."

"When I am three hundred years old, Master will be six hundred years old."

"Your white beard must have been hanging down so low at that time. At that time, the white-haired Mingxin pushed the master with even more white hair out to bask in the sun. He could also raise a little Taoist priest and two cats. Yes, he could also feed two three-yellow **, just like Uncle Qi's, one male and one female. In this way, he could eat eggs every day."

"There will be chicks hatching."

"Uncle Qi should have a head full of white hair by then."

Young people's thinking is always very jumpy.

The old man just smiled and said nothing, his eyes were kind. The young Taoist Mingxin shook his head and said, "But, Master, why are you sighing?"

The old Taoist priest looked at the young Taoist priest in the distance for a long time and said:

“I don’t know what he went through.”

"Although he was in the mortal world in the past, he had a sense of transcendence; and although the transcendence is still there now, there is also a sense of mortal worldliness. In this way, he is truly practicing in the world. From the practice of Taoism in books and scriptures to the practice of Taoism in the mortal world, his realm is improving, but it is also the time to start facing many disasters."

"Seeing someone like him enter this world, I always think of myself back then."

“I also thought of how many spiritual seekers have been lost in the world of mortals.”

“So sigh.”

The young Taoist priest was confused and asked, "Will there be such a day for me?"

"Yes."

The young Taoist priest asked again: "Can I walk back to the Taoist temple like Master?"

The old Taoist smiled gently, and after a while, he answered like this: "Yes."

"What about Uncle Master?"

"Master doesn't know..."

…

The next day after he came back, Qi Wuhuo went out with the sword box on his back, still to fulfill the last wish of Tan Tai Xuan. Today's was the last regret, which was the last wish of the bodyguard. He said that he originally wanted to retire with his wife and find a village to spend a leisurely time, but now he can't do it.

That was a very strong woman.

He has been learning martial arts together with the deceased escort master since childhood.

They are childhood sweethearts and also fellow students.

When they were young and full of vigor and vitality, they once ventured into the underworld together, stood up for the weak and left a name for themselves.

Then they got married, of course.

Faced with her husband's departure, she remained calm and rational.

After Qi Wuhuo left, suppressed crying sounds were heard from the courtyard. It was extremely sad, and such sadness could be felt by others, as painful as a needle prick.

The young Taoist stood outside the door for a long time.

With a sweep of his sleeves, the last line of text emerged, and then he used the word "imperial" to untie the restraints, allowing the bodyguard's mind to remain here to accompany his wife. So far, the promise made in the town at the foot of Helian Mountain has been fulfilled. It was still early today, and Qi Wuhuo had nothing to do for the moment, so he walked aimlessly.

Everyone has sufferings, and no one is heartless.

When Qi Wuhuo first started practicing in the village and saw the many people who were harmed by Tan Tai Xuan, he wrote down their last wishes with pen and ink. At that time, the young man felt in his heart that the regrets of a person's life were nothing more than a few points on paper. Later, when he fulfilled the girl's regrets in Shuiyun Township, he felt many regrets and reluctance.

I also feel that this is not just a few words, after all, it is a person's life.

It is the many loves, hates, and vengeances in the world, it is the regrets and sorrows.

Later I learned about Buddhism.

So I realized that this is also the five aggregates and eight sufferings mentioned in Buddhism, birth, old age, sickness and death, which cannot be obtained in the end.

A person's name may have two characters, or three, and occasionally, a double surname may have four characters.

A person's regrets and sad wishes are written on a piece of white paper, in a few lines, probably a dozen words.

In the huge city of Jinzhou, more than three million people died in just a few months. If we just write down their names, it would take tens of millions of words. If each person left behind two lines of regret, how many words would there be if we piled them up? People in ancient times did not have white paper to use. At that time, they peeled green bamboo, dried it in the sun, and then carved words on it. A single bamboo section could not carve many words.

Just these names are enough to make it difficult for all the green bamboos in the world to record them all.

Even if I used up all the bamboos from Jing and Yue, I still couldn't write with them.

It is the so-called [too much to be described]

Qi Wuhuo understood the weight contained in these four words.

As a practitioner of Taoism, it seems that he should let go, but he refuses to let go.

Qi Wuhuo unknowingly walked to the largest bridge in Zhongzhou City again and saw the tree planted by Mr. Ao Liu. The chessboard next to the tree was still there, but Mr. Ao Liu was not here today. Although he was not here, the chess sets were still there, but the chess pieces were replaced with common ones, not the old man's own antiques.

Qi Wuhuo sat down, thinking about things. He subconsciously held something in his hand, picked up the chess piece, tapped it lightly, lowered his eyes to look at the chessboard, and the questions in his mind kept emerging -

Is the gentleman still alive?

Three demon countries, which three demon countries are they?

Who is the person wearing the black and red dragon costume...

In the end, there are still people who cannot be avoided.

The current emperor, the emperor of mankind, the saint.

He deserves to die! He deserves to die!

The young Taoist's eyes were calm, and his thoughts were clear without any hesitation.

What the ascetics cultivate is the clarity of their own spiritual nature.

Never deceive yourself.

Be sincere in your heart and be honest with yourself.

Rather than suppressing all your thoughts.

But, kill, how to kill?

The way of the Human Emperor, the protection of destiny, the immortals in the heaven will not take action against the Human Emperor, this was an agreement made thousands of years ago. When Qi Wuhuo was in that village, he exchanged the Taoist Alliance's badge for some basic books about the Human Emperor's destiny, and thus he came to understand that the Human Emperor has the power of hundreds of millions of people in one body. Even if each one of them is weak, but with hundreds of millions of people, he is already a first-rate existence in the world.

My own cultivation skills are shallow, so I cannot kill him.

Unless his luck is destroyed.

If the enemy is strong, divide and transform him.

While thinking about it, Qi Wuhuo placed both the black and white chess baskets at his side and played the black and white chess pieces alternately. The first method was to use the Jinzhou incident as a guide and try to disclose it to the world, so as to stir up a fire in all directions. People have a sense of justice and benefit in their hearts, so they can add fuel to the flames. If combined with other means, if this is the goal, he might be able to stir up a great chaos. Even if he fails, he can weaken the luck of the Human Emperor to a certain extent.

When the time comes, if your cultivation is sufficient, you can draw your sword and kill it.

Or it may cause his descendants to fight for the throne.

The young Taoist lowered his eyes and held the black chess piece himself.

And you are also holding the white chess piece.

Two big black and white dragons are fighting and confronting each other.

Pressing forward step by step.

When the young Taoist priest made his final move, he moved slower and slower. He was looking at the chessboard, but he was also "looking" at the ideas in his mind.

The chess piece in my hand falls on the chessboard——

It can definitely not be said that this is a time of chaos, because luck is so important that not only the emperor but all officials will try to keep the areas under their rule in a stable state for the sake of their own power and longevity. All the aristocratic families also have people serving as officials in the court. From top to bottom, they are connected together layer by layer, like an extremely complex and tight instrument. It is extremely difficult to defeat the Human Emperor.

But it is extremely difficult, but not impossible. With what we have deduced from the Yellow Millet Dream, it is not impossible to try to lay out for fifty years.

Only the young Taoist raised his head.

He saw people coming and going, and the world was full of people. If he tried to start an uprising, it would bring disaster and chaos regardless of whether he succeeded or not.

Otherwise, the luck of the Human Emperor cannot be weakened.

And weakening the luck of the Human Emperor, in today's era, means the collapse of the Great Wall of Luck that defends against many demon countries. It will cause the effectiveness of the military formations deployed at the border to be instantly reduced, and the soldiers defending the border against the enemy will immediately be at a disadvantage. It is obvious what the consequences will be, and it may even lead to a larger scale of the disaster in Jinzhou that year.

The young Taoist put down the chess piece, and the turbid murderous aura in his eyes dissipated.

Although there are undercurrents, it is still the clear and bright youthful life.

Then pick up the chess pieces again and put them into the chess basket.

"Isn't it a good play?"

"Why don't you get off?"

There was a familiar voice. Qi Wuhuo looked up and saw that there were many people around him. It turned out that he was playing fast chess alone before, and it was very exciting. Among the passers-by, there were also elderly people who loved to watch chess. They stopped and watched the young man playing chess alone. The one who asked questions was an acquaintance, the fortune teller in gray. He sat down at some point and looked at the chessboard with his chin in his hand.

When he sat down, the people around him seemed to instinctively ignore the chessboard, the young Taoist priest and the gentleman in gray under the tree. Then the crowd dispersed, people came and went, and the world was like a weave. But under the tree, the chessboard was quiet, with only the young man holding the chess pieces and the man watching.

The latter was nonchalant, but in fact he regretted it the moment he opened his mouth.

His spirit had already reminded him that it was best to stay away from the brat in front of him, but he didn't know why, it seemed that life in the world had become a little boring recently, so he had to find something interesting.

He came here to ask questions at this moment, not for any other reason, just out of curiosity. The young Taoist shook his head and just packed up the chess pieces.

In order to achieve one's own goals, one uses the people as pawns and lets them fall into disaster, regardless of whether one can accomplish it or not.

If I were to do such a thing, I would be falling into the evil path.

I am essentially no different from the second prince back then.

The first method is not adopted.

So are there any other methods?

Still playing chess, this time the game became much softer. Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes and thought in his heart, if he couldn't break it by force, then what if he entered the court, like Yu Yangzi in another country at this moment? Relying on some of the prophets of the fifty-year dream, he stepped into the court step by step and made all kinds of moves.

"The emperor has good fortune, but he also needs order and civil and military officials to govern the country, and he will be restricted to a certain extent. This is the [Trapped Dragon Chapter]."

But in the end, Qi Wuhuo gave up the game before he finished it.

The fortune teller was watching with great interest, as if he could see the boy's determination and judgment, as well as his judgment and preview of what would happen in the next fifty years. But Qi Wuhuo took the chess piece away, so he asked with regret, "Why don't you play this game if you can play it?"

The young Taoist said succinctly:

"You can't kill the dragon."

The five words were light and casual, yet they carried a murderous aura.

So the fortune teller raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyebrows were twitching because of the murderous aura.

Then he clapped his hands and sighed:

"My goodness, if these five words of yours were discovered by the Killing Sword Dao, you would probably be tied up directly. Ah, no, there is no Killing Sword Dao anymore. That lineage of inheritance comes from an innate thing. The origin is a long blood-colored river, which was chopped apart by an existence when it was testing its sword. Hey, using the sword Dao to break the sword Dao, how domineering."

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Don't want to stir up chaos and unrest.

Unwilling to let the Human Emperor live.

These two are mutually exclusive.

Even the fortune teller was curious about what choice the young man would make.

Qi Wuhuo thought for a long time before picking up the chess pieces and replacing the most important black chess piece with a white chess piece.

The fortune teller's eyebrows twitched. It was a simple movement, but when the young Taoist priest performed it, there seemed to be an indescribable calm and majesty. The fortune teller's brown pupils suddenly turned a faint golden color under the sunlight. He saw the young Taoist priest sitting there, but it was as if he saw an old man who was almost unparalleled in the world.

It is the most profound and mysterious.

It is Master Wuhuo.

Asked - "What are you going to do?"

Answer:

The king has no virtue.

Easy.

As for after the change, it maintained the stability of the destiny of the human world and still turned into a Great Wall to protect the people.

Then one can imagine what the fate of the emperor who was changed would be.

I will do everything from ensuring peace in the world to killing bandits and enemies.

The fortune teller's eyebrows were twitching wildly. This was not just a dream in the boy's mind. This was the gathering of billions of luck in the world. He was the emperor of the world, the emperor of mankind. If he wanted to interfere with the luck of billions of people, he would end up in a tragic way. Even with his character, he couldn't bear to see the boy ruin his bones, so he couldn't help but persuade him:

"You are a monk, so you have to enter the secular world. Taoism has the Eight Difficulties, Buddhism has the Eight Sufferings. These are things that disturb the ordinary mind. All practitioners are afraid to avoid them."

"I am afraid that I will be trapped in these eight sufferings and eight difficulties and will not be able to be liberated."

"Bodhisattvas are afraid of karma, but you want to get involved in these things?"

His voice paused. The fortune teller was free from the world, but this time he was contaminated by too many things, which almost made his scalp numb. He couldn't help but persuade him: "Little Bull Nose, listen to others' advice and eat your fill. Listen to me. Although you are a little stubborn, you also have a heart for Taoism and understanding. You should have great achievements."

“If he succeeds in cultivation and ascends to heaven, who knows, he could be called a True Lord.”

"Why, are you going to abandon the Tao and be contaminated by this mundane world, and fall into disaster?!"

The young Taoist said, "Some time ago, I told a friend who practices Buddhism that people should be allowed to experience all aspects before they can finally reach the state of no aspect, rather than being allowed to practice directly in a stateless environment. I think that whether you practice Buddhism or Taoism, you are practicing yourself, and the principles should be the same."

"Can I only persuade others but not stick to my own opinion and just talk but not do it?"

The young man's eyes were calm: "If the eight difficulties are not seen, how can I prove that the path I am taking is right."

"If I am truly practicing the Tao, then the eight difficulties will not be a problem for me."

"If I fall into the eight difficulties, it is because my determination to seek the truth is not strong enough."

The fortune teller opened his mouth, but couldn't help cursing, and then scolded:

"I...you took the initiative to get involved in the Eight Tribulations. You are so confused!"

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Not confused."

The young man stood up and made his own decision. His mind became clear again. He wore a Taoist robe, a sword case on his back, and stood in the world of mortals with a peaceful look. Suddenly, he seemed to have finally realized something and said, "The highest level is to forget about emotions, and the lowest level is to be less than emotional. However, the focus of emotions lies in our generation."

"How can the so-called love only refer to the so-called love between children?"

"I seem to understand what Senior Sister is saying."

“But it seems different.”

He thought quietly in his heart: "Teacher, if love is one of the eight difficulties of Taoism, then my eight difficulties have indeed arrived."

"Disciples can avoid it."

"But, I will not avoid it."

The fortune teller saw that the young Taoist's eyes were calm, as if it was natural. His vital energy and essence gathered together and turned into a distant and long-lasting qi, which was the mother of the elixir, the root, and the innate qi. He was not obsessed with it and did not choose to follow the method of the mountain god's body left by his good friend, the mountain god Menghu.

See the way of Lingbao, observe the Dharma of Medicine Buddha, save all living beings in the world, and bear the cause and effect.

Finally, he uses his transcendental body to pull out the worldly sword, without avoiding the eight difficulties, and achieves success naturally.

It seems to be so.

Never separated.

"Hmm? The Xiantian Qi is here? Why is there no movement at all..."

"It seems like this fusion has always been like this, seamless?"

The fortune teller seemed to have noticed something and his pupils contracted violently.

Slowly raise your eyes.

There is only one sentence left in my mind.

He who acts without limit is the Supreme.

He stared at the young Taoist priest, his heart filled with turmoil.

"After the Kaitian Era, the second one."

“Really.”

"The True Teachings of Taiqing..."

He murmured, watching the young Taoist walking into the mortal world with the sword case on his back, gradually going farther and farther away. His heart surged, and he couldn't help but blurt out, shouting:

"The great power of the world all depends on the Emperor!"

"You are just a Taoist priest, what can you do?!"

The young Taoist paused slightly.

It was the first time since childhood that I spoke in such a loud voice.

"Then you will be the Emperor's Master."