The next morning, Xiao Yuhan and her group went to the deep mountains south of the town. As the waiter had said, this place was considered relatively safe. Standing in front of the shady path, they could see an ancient temple on the distant mountain. The group of more than ten people walked straight along the path to the temple.
The temple was called Little Lotus Temple. Xiao Yuhan thought that this place probably had nothing to do with the Buddhist sect that was on par with the Heavenly Sword Sect. Although it was called Little Lotus Temple, it was actually just a dilapidated little temple.
It wasn't until Xiao Yuhan went to visit that she learned there were only three people in the temple: an old monk and two young monks.
Upon seeing that someone had come to visit, the young monk led Feng Xi and Bai Yao to see the old monk. They had originally come to gather information. The small, dilapidated temple was not large, but it had a backyard with a huge locust tree, as thick as two people could hug.
What's intriguing is a golden skeleton sitting cross-legged on a stone platform under the tree. Xiao Yuhan doesn't know if it's a real human skeleton, but he can sense the energy emanating from it from time to time, which seems to be connected to the laws of heaven in some mysterious way.
Xiao Yuhan was drawn to the golden skeleton. He had always been interested in the laws of heaven because they were related to how to deal with the system.
Xiao Yuhan cautiously stepped forward and began to examine the skeleton with its hands clasped together.
Suddenly, he felt that the golden skeleton seemed somewhat like the nascent soul within his own body. A cultivator's nascent soul is originally a primordial spirit born of creation. It is the truest reflection of the soul. If you are kind, your nascent soul will be pure and clean. If you are wicked, your nascent soul will exude evil energy. Although not absolute, it is basically based on this principle.
The so-called Tao arises from the heart, which is the principle here. However, Xiao Yuhan's nascent soul changed after merging with Long Xiaoyu's cultivation. It changed from a normal nascent soul into the withered skeleton it is now, with red runes crawling all over it. On his palms, the roots of two strange flowers are attached to his hand bones.
Xiao Yuhan was so concerned because he vaguely sensed that the golden skeleton in front of him seemed to have a strange connection with his nascent soul. He walked up to the skeleton involuntarily, and for some reason, a sense of desolation suddenly arose in his heart.
At this moment, Xiao Yuhan clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute to the skeleton, but the next moment he seemed to be drawn by a strange force and placed his palms on the stone platform where the golden skeleton sat.
In an instant, he felt as if he had returned to his original world, sitting in his own home, looking out the window at the bustling city, with its traffic and crowds. He truly felt as if he were back in his former world, but the next moment he returned to reality.
Xiao Yuhan wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the skeleton had been sitting upright before. However, he noticed that the skeleton's head seemed to have turned slightly towards him. Xiao Yuhan felt uneasy, but as if possessed, he reached out his fingertips to touch the golden skeleton's palm.
The next moment, he hallucinated again. This time he was in an ancient temple. Not far away, a monk was striking a wooden fish and chanting scriptures in a low voice. Not far away, two men were arguing about something.
The man in white had delicate features and carried a celestial sword on his back. He coldly said, "There's nothing to argue about. I alone, with just my sword, can slay all those monsters!"
The black-clad swordsman said, "Su Yan, how many can you kill? There are definitely more than a million demons in the west, possibly even tens of millions. Do you think you can kill them all by yourself? At such a critical moment, one wrong decision could lead to the annihilation of the human race."
The white-robed swordsman continued, "If we can't coexist, then war is the only option. Do you think we can negotiate? What demons can reason with you?"
The black-clad swordsman snorted, "Su Yan, one shouldn't be so ungrateful. That Demon Emperor fought to the death against that demon for the sake of all living beings and perished. As a result, this battle left the demon race with nowhere to live, and we turned around and hung the butcher's knife over the heads of the demon race. What kind of logic is that?"
The white-robed swordsman's eyes were icy cold. "Nanmen Yihen, do you need to lecture me with grand principles? If those demons set foot in the Central Plains, the entire Central Plains will no longer belong to the human race. How many of us will we have? The entire world's population combined won't even equal a tenth of the demon race's numbers. They won't abide by human rules. If we force ourselves to live together, we'll have to adapt to the demon race's rules. Do you want our descendants to live in constant fear, like those demon beasts, where the strong prey on the weak, and the race is sustained solely by killing and plunder?"
The two argued heatedly, their faces flushed. The black-clad swordsman continued, "Even so, does that mean we can just go on a killing spree? Fine, whatever. Even if I become an executioner with you today and lead all our disciples to kill demons, how many can we kill? Whether we can even win is another matter!"
At this moment, the monk not far away opened his eyes and said, "Amitabha, three benefactors, if killing could solve the problem, we wouldn't need to sit here and discuss it. We monks are compassionate, and I hereby declare that from this day forward, Liangzhou, where Lianhua Temple is located, will be entirely ceded to the demon race. I hope you can accept this arrangement, otherwise, if war breaks out, they will inevitably be affected."
The white-robed swordsman was very surprised. "Master Lianhua, the ownership of Liangzhou cannot be decided by your words alone. This is human territory. Why should we just give it up? Why don't we play the villain? Anyway, after the great war, the Phoenix Cry Mountain of the demon race is already a wasteland. If the heavens want to destroy them, then we can't blame anyone else!"
At this moment, Xiao Yuhan's body involuntarily moved forward. He seemed unable to control his body. He quickly realized that he was experiencing the scene in front of him from someone else's perspective. His body stepped forward and said, "What Master Lianhua said is not unacceptable. I have an idea. Let Liangzhou be given to the demon race. Then we can build a barrier wall with Yangguan as the boundary to separate the two races. In this way, even if a war breaks out, the enemy can be stopped here!"
At this moment, the black-clad swordsman stepped forward and said, "Brother Han's suggestion is good. After this great battle, Phoenix Cry Mountain, the holy land of the demon race, is no longer suitable for survival. They just want a way to survive. Although the conditions in Liangzhou are harsher, they can still survive. If there is really no hope of survival, they will fight us to the death to survive. But it's different now. If Liangzhou is given away, at least a large part of the demon race can survive."
At this moment, Xiao Yuhan's body spoke again: "I will lead my clan to establish a sect in Kunlun, guard this place, never retreat, and protect the Northwest for generations to come!"
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