Chapter 806: Saint
"No, we can't just sit there and wait for death!"
The eyes of the Primordial Demon God flickered. He recalled the legends of the Dark Forbidden Lord and knew that he could not do nothing.
He carefully recalled the power of the curse just now and fell into deep thought.
The power of the Dark Lord's curse is overbearing, long-lasting, and extremely strange.
He wanted to find out whether the Dark Lord cursed the demon and how he did it.
In addition, he had to find a way to avoid this curse! The Taichu Demon God closed his eyes and began to practice Qigong to heal his wounds.
Heal your injuries first.
It has been many years since he last got injured, and the injury was mainly to the main body.
The Primordial Demon God was not afraid, but instead was aroused to win.
Finally met my match!
…
Fairyland, the far west.
Under a magnificent and majestic mountain, a man was meditating against the mountain wall, with pieces of talismans stuck on his body and the surrounding mountain walls.
The man was Qin Ling, with disheveled hair and ragged clothes.
He has been suppressed here for tens of thousands of years, but he has never stopped practicing. During this period of suppression, although his cultivation has not increased, he has gained a lot of insights.
At this time, a man and a woman were walking along the mountain road.
The man is handsome and the woman is cool.
It was Han Yu and the woman in green.
The woman in green saw Qin Ling from afar and asked curiously, "Senior, is he the world-famous peerless genius Qin Ling?"
For some reason, the woman in green felt that Qin Ling looked familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere.
Han Yu didn't respond and walked up to Qin Ling.
Qin Ling closed his eyes and didn't look at the other person. Over the long years, people came to see him almost every year. Some admired him, some respected him, some mocked him, and some came to complain.
When he announced his challenge to Buddhism, everyone gave him too much hope, but he failed.
A complete defeat.
Han Yu asked, "Do you regret it?"
“No regrets.”
Qin Ling replied without opening his eyes.
He has answered such questions millions of times, but he never gets tired of it, and every answer strengthens his heart.
Han Yu did not ask any more questions, but just looked at Qin Ling quietly.
At first glance, Qin Ling was extremely miserable, more miserable than any other living being.
But he knew that Qin Ling was just the opposite, happier than all other people. All other people regarded him as the hope of salvation. Little did they know that he was just a chess piece used by the saints to appease the resentment of all other people. Moreover, once this chess piece succeeded, it would jump out of its identity as a chess piece and even leave the way of heaven.
All living beings are still in the sea of suffering, while Qin Ling continues to pursue his own path in the chaos.
Han Yu felt sad.
Sad for all living beings.
At the same time, Han Yu firmly believed in one thing.
What we see with our naked eyes may not be the truth, and what we pursue throughout our lives is just vanity.
If Han Yu hadn't had Han Jue's support, he might not have been able to see through everything that happened under the Heavenly Dao.
After the sadness, Han Yu became more determined.
He came here not just to see Qin Ling, but also to see the various living beings in this catastrophe.
He wants to prove himself and become a sanctifier!
He wants to truly benefit all living beings! Han Yu's eyes became firm.
He found the determination for why he practiced.
The woman in green stared at Qin Ling and suddenly realized, isn't this the powerful person who visited Han Yu that year?
She couldn't help but look at Han Yu and Qin Ling strangely.
At this time, Han Yu walked away, and the woman in green hurriedly followed.
After the two men went up to heaven, the woman in green asked, "Isn't that your disciple's grandson? Why did he reincarnate?"
She still remembered that when she first met Qin Ling, he was full of vigor and might, so she couldn't understand why such a strong man would end up reincarnated and in his current situation.
Han Yu replied: "This is fate. The suffering he has experienced in this life is far greater than your past, but you already know his identity in his previous life. Yes, his reincarnation this time is just for training. Do you think his suffering in this life is important to his true identity?"
The woman in blue remained silent.
…
Fifty thousand years passed in a flash.
Han Jue's cultivation has improved again, which makes him very satisfied.
He opened his eyes and looked outside the Taoist temple, where Han Yu was kneeling.
Thousands of years ago, Han Yu came to visit alone and was moved into the Baiyue Xianchuan by his clone. Han Yu inquired along the way and then came to the Taoist temple, knelt down and waited.
His arrival attracted many of his disciples to come and watch.
He looks so much like Han Jue! Even Xing Hongxuan, Xuan Qingjun, Fairy Xixuan, and Chang Yueer came out to see him.
At first glance, Han Yu looked like Han Jue's illegitimate child, but they were all powerful people, and they knew with a little calculation that Han Yu was just Han Jue's descendant.
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Han Jue said, "Come in."
The gate of the Taoist temple opened and Han Yu stood up and entered.
He came in front of Han Jue, knelt down again and saluted respectfully.
Han Jue smiled and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting. You can actually find a place to practice. There's no need to keep waiting. Didn't the guard outside the door tell you the rules of my retreat?"
Han Yu said: "I know, but I think this is the right thing to do. After all, I came here for a request."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Han Jue smiled.
Finally someone came to ask him for help.
When Han Yu saw Han Jue smile, he felt uneasy. Han Jue's smile seemed to show that he had seen through him and found him ridiculous.
Han Yu took a deep breath and said, "I want to achieve enlightenment and become a saint!"
His tone was firm. After thousands of years of kneeling, he had already made mental preparations for everything.
Han Jue asked: "Why do you want to prove the truth?"
Han Yu said: "I want to be a saint who truly cares about all living beings, rather than a saint who only practices and uses the Way of Heaven as a shield and a symbol of power!"
Han Jue blinked. Why did it feel like he was scolding him?
But he could feel Han Yu's determination.
Han Jue sent a message to Saint Xuandu to decide the matter.
Saint Xuandu agreed directly without saying anything, very readily.
Han Yu was very nervous. After all, this matter was too big. It could even be said that it was the most important event in the world.
No one doesn't want to prove their truth! Han Jue said: "Well, it's settled. I will practice in the Baiyue Xianchuan for ten thousand years, and then go to the thirty-third layer of heaven to find Xuandu Saint."
Han Yu was stunned, holding back all the words in his mind.
Han Jue waved his sleeves and said, "Remember what you said."
Han Yu was in a trance for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at the mountain where he practiced hard to become an immortal. A black chicken flew towards him.
Inside the Taoist temple.
Han Jue started checking his emails, and the matter of Han Yu had been forgotten about.
The saintly position is not worth mentioning.
There are so many saints in the saint circle today who are related to him. He is not afraid of gossip. This is also a symbol of his authority.
…
Ten thousand years later.
Han Yu came to the thirty-third layer of heaven, in front of the Qiankun Palace, to visit the Holy Lord Xuandu.
The door opened directly.
When Han Yu entered the hall, he saw not only Xuandu Saint was there, but also five saints, namely Wufa Tianzun, Fang Liang, Ji Xianshen, Pan Xin and Xin Sheng Tianzhan.
The five saints looked at Han Yu with different expressions.
Tian Zhan had never seen Han Yu, but it was not easy for a quasi-saint to enter the Qiankun Palace in the presence of all the saints.
Xuandu Saint said, "Han Yu, just sit behind Fellow Daoist Fang."
Han Yu raised his eyes and was about to ask who Fellow Daoist Fang was, but he saw Fang Liang waving at him, without any saintly airs.
(End of this chapter)