Chapter 119 How to call yourself the Supreme Being, and why to kill the Human Emperor!

Qi Wuzhuo returned to Lianyang Temple after a few days' absence. The young Taoist priest Ming Xin was very happy, but the old Taoist priest felt sad for a long time when he saw the young Taoist priest. When Qi Wuzhuo went to clean the house again, the old Taoist priest was in the house.

After reading the Taoist scriptures, he still sighed endlessly. The little Taoist priest was very curious, so he came up to the master and said: "Master, why do you keep sighing today?"

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

The old Taoist rolled up the Taoist scriptures in his hand, knocked the little Taoist on the forehead, and said angrily:

"I have lived for more than three hundred years, and I am already extremely old. So why does it matter if I am older?"

"The little Taoist priest cares a lot about football."

The little Taoist priest held his chin: "I'm only ten years old."

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

"hey-hey."

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

"How low did your white beard have to hang back then? At that time, Mingxin, who had white hair, pushed Master, who had even more white hair, to go out to bask in the sun. He could also raise a little Taoist priest.

The two cats, well, let’s also feed two three-yellow chickens, just like Uncle Qi, one male and one female. In this case, they can eat chicken every day.”

"There may even be chicks hatched."

"Uncle Qi will have gray hair by then."

Young people's thinking is always very out-of-the-box.

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

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

"I don't know what he went through."

"In the past, although he was in the world of mortals, he still had an air of coming out of the world. Now, although the air of coming out of the world is still there, there is an extra air of coming out of the world. In this way, he is truly [entering the world to practice]. From now on,

From the Taoist practice in the book to the Taoist practice in the world of mortals, your realm is improving, but it is also the time when you will begin to face many disasters."

"When I see someone like him entering the mortal world, I always think of myself back then."

"I also thought of how many seeds of spiritual cultivation were lost in the world of mortals."

"So sigh."

The little Taoist priest was confused after hearing this, and then asked: "Will I have such a day?"

"Will do."

The little Taoist priest asked again: "Then can I walk back to the Taoist temple like Master?"

The old Taoist smiled gently, and after a while, he still replied: "Yes."

"What about Uncle Master?"

"Master doesn't know..."

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The day after he came back, Qi Wuhuo went out with his sword box on his back, still going to fulfill the last wish that Tantai Xuan had made back then. Today was the last regret, it was the last wish of the bodyguard, saying that he originally wanted to

I want to retire with my wife and find a village to spend some leisure time, but now I can't do that.

That is a very strong woman.

Since childhood, he and the deceased bodyguard studied martial arts under his teacher.

They are childhood sweethearts and friends from the same family.

When we were young and high-spirited, we also fought together in the world, fought against injustices, and left a name for ourselves.

After that, it was natural to get married.

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

After Qi Wuhuo left, suppressed crying could be heard in the courtyard. It was extremely sad. Such sadness could be felt by one's own body, and it stung like a needle.

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

The sleeves and robes were swept, and the last line of text emerged. Then the shackles were released with the word "Emperor", allowing the bodyguard's thoughts to remain here to accompany his wife. At this point, the promises made in the town at the foot of Helian Mountain have been fulfilled.

Finished, it was still early in the day, so Qi Wuzhuo had nothing to do for a while, so he walked aimlessly.

Everyone has suffering, and no one in the world is ever ruthless.

When Qi Wuhuo first entered the practice of spiritual practice in the village, and saw many people who were harmed by Tantai Xuan, he recorded their last wishes with pen and ink. At that time, the young man felt in his heart that the original life of a human being was

The regrets were just a few strokes of pen and ink on paper; later when I finished the girl's regret in Shuiyun Township, I felt so many regrets and reluctance.

I also feel that this is by no means a matter of pen and ink, but ultimately a person’s life.

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

Later I learned about Buddha’s teachings.

So I know that this is also the five aggregates and eight sufferings mentioned in Buddhism. Life, old age, illness and death are ultimately unavailable.

A person's name may have two characters, or three characters. Occasionally, if it is a compound surname, it may have four characters.

A person's regrets and wishes are written on a piece of white paper, consisting of a few lines or about a dozen words.

In such a big city, Jinzhou, more than three million people have died in just a few months. Just writing all their names would take about tens of millions of words. And if each person left two lines of regret, then these words would be too long to add up.

How many will there be? People in ancient times did not have white paper to use. At that time, they peeled off the green bamboo and dried it in the sun, and then burned the words. There were not many words that could be written on one piece of bamboo.

Just these names are enough to attract all the green bamboos in the world, and it is difficult to record them all.

Even if there are thorns and bamboos, it is still impossible to write.

It is the so-called "too many words to write"

Qi Wuhuo understood the weight contained in these four words.

As a religious person, it seemed that he should let go, but he refused to let go.

Qi Wuhuo unknowingly walked to the largest bridge in Zhongzhou Fucheng 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, and although he

No, there are chess sets here too, but the chess pieces are replaced by those that can be seen normally, rather than the old gentleman’s own antiques.

Qi Wuhuo sat down, thinking about things, subconsciously holding something in his hand, twisting the chess pieces, tapping them lightly, looking down at the chessboard, and the questions in his mind kept popping up——

Is Mr. still alive?

Three demon kingdoms, which three demon kingdoms are they?

Who is the person wearing black clothes and red dragon suit...

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

The current emperor, human emperor, saint.

Should be killed, should be killed!

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

What ascetics cultivate is the clarity of their own souls.

You will never deceive yourself.

Be true to your heart and be true to yourself.

Instead of suppressing all your thoughts.

But, kill, how to kill?

The way of the Human Emperor, the protection of luck, the immortals in the heaven will not take action against the Human Emperor. This was the agreement thousands of years ago. When Qi Wuhuo was in that village, he exchanged some information about the Human Emperor through the Taoist League's waist card.

After reading the basic classics on luck, I came to understand that the Human Emperor combines the power of billions of people into one body. Even though each person is weak, the billions of people are already the best beings in the world.

His own conduct is shallow and he cannot be killed.

Unless his luck is broken.

If he is strong, divide and transform him.

Qi Wuhuo was thinking as he placed both the black and white chess baskets beside him, and played the black chess and the white chess alternately. The first method was to use the Jinzhou incident as a guide and try to reveal it to the world and start a war in the four fields.

Fire, people's hearts are righteous, people's hearts are beneficial, and they add fuel to the flames. If combined with other means, if this is the goal, it may cause great chaos. Even if it fails to succeed, it can still weaken the destiny of the emperor to a certain extent.

When the time comes, if you have cultivated enough, you can draw your sword and kill him.

Or it may lead to disputes among his descendants.

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

And the one holding the white chess piece is also himself.

Two big dragons, black and white, fight and face off.

Pressing harder and harder.

In the end, when the young Taoist made a move, his moves became slower and slower. He looked at the chess game and also 'watched' the thoughts in his mind.
To be continued...