"No, you can't just sit and wait!"
The eyes of the Demon God of Absolute Beginning flickered. He recalled the legends about the Lord of Darkness, and he knew he couldn't do nothing.
He carefully recalled the power of the curse just now, and fell into deep thought.
The curse power of the Dark Forbidden Lord is overbearing and long, extremely weird.
He wanted to find out if the Dark Lord cursed the Demon God, and how he did it.
Plus, he'll have to find a way to escape the curse!
The Demon God of Absolute Beginning closed his eyes and began to heal his wounds.
Heal the injury first.
How many years, he has not been injured for a long time, and the injury is Dao.
The Demon God of Absolute Beginning had no fear, but was aroused to be competitive.
Finally met the opponent!
…
Immortal world, the land of the far west.
Under a majestic and majestic giant mountain, a man leaned against the mountain wall and meditated, and pieces of talisman paper were pasted on his body and the surrounding mountain walls.
This 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 the years of being suppressed, although his cultivation has not increased, he has learned a lot.
At this time, a man and a woman came along the mountain road.
The man is handsome and the woman is cold.
It was Han Yu and the woman in Tsing Yi.
The woman in Tsing Yi saw Qin Ling from a distance, and asked curiously: "Senior, is he that peerless arrogance Qin Ling who is famous all over the world?"
For some reason, the woman in Tsing Yi felt that Qin Ling looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.
Han Yu didn't answer, and strolled to Qin Ling.
Qin Ling closed his eyes and didn't look at the other party. Over the long years, people came to see him almost every year. Some admired, some admired, some ridiculed, and some complained.
When he announced his challenge to Buddhism, all sentient beings gave him too much hope, but he failed.
It was a complete failure.
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 tires of taking the trouble, each answer is to strengthen his heart.
Han Yu didn't ask any more questions, but looked at Qin Ling quietly.
At first glance, Qin Ling was incomparably miserable, more miserable than all living beings.
But he knew that Qin Ling was on the contrary, happier than all living beings, and all living beings regarded him as the hope of saving the world, but he didn't know that he was just a pawn used by the sage to appease the resentment of all living beings, and once this pawn succeeded, he would jump out of his status as a pawn and even leave Heaven.
All living beings are still in the sea of suffering, while Qin Ling continues to pursue his way in the chaos.
Han Yu felt sad.
Sad for all beings.
At the same time, Han Yu firmly believed in one thing.
What the naked eye sees may not be the truth, and what he spends his whole life chasing is nothing but falsehood.
If it wasn't for Han Yu's backing against Han Jue, he might not be able to see through everything in Yun Yun under the Dao of Heaven.
After the tragedy, Han Yu became more determined.
He didn't come all the way just to see Qin Ling, but also wanted to see all kinds of beings in this calamity.
He wants to testify and be sanctified!
He wants to truly benefit all sentient beings!
Han Yu's eyes became firm.
He found the determination why he practiced.
The woman in Tsing Yi stared at Qin Ling and suddenly realized, isn't this the great ability to visit Han Yu back then
She couldn't help looking at Han Yu and Qin Ling strangely.
At this time, Han Yu walked away, and the woman in Tsing Yi hurriedly followed.
After the two of them went to heaven, the woman in Tsing Yi asked, "Isn't that your disciple? Why did he reincarnate?"
She still remembered that when she first met Qin Ling, he was full of vigor and power, so she couldn't understand why such a strong man would be reincarnated and what his current situation was.
Han Yu replied: "This is fate. The suffering he experienced in this life far surpasses your past life, but you already know his identity in the previous life. That's right, his reincarnation is just experience. Do you think his suffering in this life is really important to him?" Does your identity matter?"
The woman in Tsing Yi was 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, but was moved into Baiyue Xianchuan by his avatar. Han Yu searched all the way, and came to the Taoist temple to kneel down and wait.
His arrival attracted his own disciples to come to watch one after another.
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 after a quick calculation, it was clear that Han Yu was Han Jue's descendant.
Han Jue said, "Come in."
The gate of the Taoist temple opened, and Han Yu got up to enter the temple.
He came to Han Jue, knelt down again, and saluted respectfully.
Han Jue smiled and said, "I kept you waiting for a long time. Actually, you can find a place to practice. There is no need to wait all the time. Didn't the guard outside the door tell you my retreat rules?"
Han Yu said: "I know, I just feel that this ceremony should be done, after all, I came here for a request."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Han Jue smiled.
Finally someone came to ask him to do something.
Seeing Han Jue's smile, Han Yu felt uneasy. Han Jue's smile seemed to have seen through him, and he thought it was ridiculous.
Han Yu took a deep breath and said, "I want to become a saint!"
His tone was firm, and he had already made all the mental preparations during the thousands of years of kneeling.
Han Jue asked, "Why prove the truth?"
Han Yu said: "I want to become a saint who truly cares about all living beings, not a saint who blindly cultivates and uses the way of heaven as an umbrella 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 voice transmission to Xuandu Shengzun to make a decision.
Xuandu Shengzun responded directly, without saying a word, very straightforward.
Han Yu was uneasy. After all, this matter is too big. It can even be said that this matter is the most important event in the way of heaven.
No one wants to testify!
Han Juedao: "Well, this matter is settled, practice for ten thousand years in Baiyue Xianchuan, and then go to the thirty-third heaven to find Xuandu Shengzun."
Han Yu froze, holding back thousands of words in his stomach.
Han Jue waved his sleeves and said, "Remember what you said."
Han Yu was in a trance for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already come to the mountain of penance cultivation, and a black chicken flew towards him.
Inside the Taoist temple.
Han Jue started to check his emails, but the matter of Han Yu had been forgotten by him.
A mere holy position is nothing to worry about.
How many saints are related to him in today's saint circle, he is not afraid of being gossiped, which is also a symbol of his authority.
…
Ten thousand years later.
Han Yu came to the Thirty-Third Heaven, in front of the Qiankun Palace, to visit the Xuandu Sacred Venerable.
The door opened directly.
When Han Yu entered the hall, he saw that not only Xuandu Shengzun was here, but also five saints, namely Fao Tianzun, Fang Liang, Ji Xianshen, Pan Xin and Xin Shengtian Zhan.
The five saints had different expressions when they saw Han Yu.
Tian Zhan had never met Han Yu before, but it might not be easy for a quasi-sage to enter the Qiankun Palace in the presence of all the saints.
Venerable Xuandu said, "Han Yu, sit behind Fang Daoyou."
Han Yu raised his eyes, and really wanted to ask who Fang Daoyou was, but he saw Fang Liang waving at him, without any sense of saintliness.