Chen Yi walked in the mountain stream, his lips and teeth opened, his sword energy overflowed, and the sword against the sea flew out. Holding the sword with his left hand, he made a lotus with one step, and climbed to the sky in nine steps, causing the whole mountain to tremble.
Take nine steps to the sky, compete for momentum first, and then compete for victory or defeat.
The ancient trees are swaying, the flowers and plants are blooming, and the leaves are rolling up all over the sky, turning into the image of an old man, holding a withered vine crutch, tapping the earth, full of divinity, and the sound of the creek is splashing.
Two people looking at each other without saying a word is worth ten thousand words.
Countless grotesque twisted shadows emerged from all directions, and the Bodhisattva statues in the ruined temple also cast their sights. Mountain spirits, wild monsters, demons and monsters attracted the attention of the whole world.
There are creatures who dare to challenge God, unprecedented in history!
Chen Yi was the first to make a move, but he cut his sword across Chen's right side, decapitating his arm: "My sister took your thousand-year-old mountain marrow, and I will let you use your arm to end this cause and effect."
then.
He looked at the mountain god with an expressionless face, his ink hair flying, and his sword energy flowing horizontally, blocking the opponent's retreat: "Next, it's time to settle the account for you forcibly marrying my sister."
"Are you... a monk?"
When the situation was tense, the mountain god suddenly asked.
"Um?"
Chen Yi's sword energy froze between his brows, not understanding its meaning.
"Old man, I haven't seen a monk in ten thousand years."
The mountain god felt sad and regretful, but had no intention of fighting:
"The last one, Lao Chan, died five thousand years ago. Lao Chan vaguely remembers that that person, like you, was a sword cultivator in the Golden Core Realm, and he was buried in Lao Chan, the Hundred Thousand Mountains."
Chen Yi frowned, and there was a faint black energy lingering in his seven orifices:
"What exactly do you want to say?"
"Hunter, do you know the origin of the old man?"
"Gods?"
"No."
The mountain god shook his head, stroking his gray beard and said:
"The Clan of Gods is what the world calls the innate gods. Laochan was born from the faith of all living beings, and is enshrined in incense for worship. You can call Laochan the god of heaven, or... the god of the day after tomorrow!"
Chen Yi's eyes were dazzled, and the mountain god paused and continued:
"Before the endless era, when chaos first emerged and immortals and mortals were not separated, the innate gods established the ancient divine court to rule over all races in the ancient world. They did not respect heaven and earth, but only respected the great road."
"Later, heaven calculated and countless calamities came."
"The divine race has declined and has since become a taboo. The immortal energy rises and transforms into the four heavens. The turbid energy sinks and transforms into three thousand small realms. The human race is in order and enjoys destiny."
"However, the human race is weak and it is difficult to compete with foreign races."
"then."
"The ancient sages of the human race began to worship the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and worship the rivers and lakes. Through sacrifices, offerings, etc., they borrowed power from all things in nature."
"At this point, our acquired gods came into being."
Chen Yi was fascinated by what he heard, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed. The black fog in his seven orifices gradually became lighter, and the monsters in the darkness showed incredible expressions and whispered.
The statue of Bodhisattva entrenched in the dilapidated temple summoned the green-skinned novice monk to come down the mountain.
"Push the time back a few epochs."
The mountain god turned a deaf ear to all that was happening around him and said to himself: "A great leader was born in the human race. He deposed hundreds of families and only respected humanity."
"A life of poverty."
"Establish a heart for the great road, establish a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and open up an unprecedented path for hundreds of millions of monks in the future - cultivation."
"His light shines on one era after another, and his achievements are enough to shine through the ages. He leads his people to be reborn and reborn."
"Regrettably."
"People no longer need us. We have been angry and struggled, but in the end we fell under the rolling tide of fate and became abandoned by the times...l
Having said this, the mountain god looked up to the sky, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.
Chen Yi was thoughtful.
The difference between innate gods and acquired gods is that the former belong to the opposition of heaven, while the latter are canonized by heaven. Although they are immortal, they are controlled by heaven in every way.
Unable to practice independently, unable to disobey God's will.
Humans sacrifice them and offer incense to them, so that they can flourish for a long time. Once people forget them, they will continue to decline until they disappear.
Heaven does not support waste.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Young descendants of the human race, they only have a few years left to live."
The cloudy pupils of the mountain god stared at the young man in front of him: "The way of heaven has been severely damaged. It has drained the incense of the gods and fed it back to itself. We are about to wither."
"I'm not afraid of death, but I have a few concerns that make me worried. Before the oil runs out, I'd like to give you a piece of heaven's great fortune in exchange for a piece of karma."
Chen Yi took a deep breath and stared at the old mountain god:
"so."
"Your target from the beginning was not my sister, but...me?"
"Young man, you have wisdom."
The mountain god smiled happily: "You are different from the monks I have seen before. You might as well recall carefully whether there have been any changes in your body recently."
Physical changes?
Chen Yi was stunned.
He subconsciously gathered his consciousness and looked inside his whole body. The result was that he didn't know it, but he was shocked when he saw it: the depths of his consciousness were actually shrouded in dense black mist.
These black mist.
Mixed with all kinds of negative emotions, gloom, darkness, viciousness and... hostility!
Hindsight.
He suddenly realized: in the past, he would indeed be angry about the mountain god, but he would never be so out of control that he would kill someone with the courage of an ordinary man.
The unclean things were there, subtly affecting his Taoist mind.
"I have a way to help you see the true nature of the world."
The mountain god looked at the ruined temple and murmured:
"They are not Buddhas."
"No, it should be said that they cannot be regarded as real Buddhas. They are a group of monsters occupying magpie nests. This world should be full of rivers and lakes, but the Buddhas are too kind."
"Concession without a bottom line, actually trying to influence them..."
Turning his eyes to Chen Yi, he solemnly said:
"Young descendants, you have also entered the Buddhist sect. You must know that in the Buddhist sect, you not only have to have a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows, but also have the angry eyes of a vajra. Killing is to protect lives. Killing karma is not killing people."
Chen Yi nodded and asked in a deep voice:
"Then, what is your plan for helping me?"
"There are two conditions."
Mountain God Xunxun preached:
"First, I have been blessed by Buddhism, so I want to ask for a promise on behalf of Buddhism. One day, you will purify this world and return it to its original state."
Chen Yi couldn't help but be surprised: This mountain god's dying prayer was not for selfish reasons?
"Your Excellency, you firmly believe that I can definitely end the Dark Age?"
"The gods themselves are unable to protect themselves. They live in a corner and are struggling to survive. And the so-called Buddha's retinue, whose power comes from those monsters, cannot be their opponent."
"Only you."
"You have the determination to level everything, the courage to clear holes and plow the courts, and the shocking talent. You are the only person in this life who has the hope of suppressing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."
The mountain god's tone suddenly became helpless and a little lonely:
"Besides, I'm old and don't have much time left. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the next monk."
There was a long silence.
"What's the second condition?"
The mountain god turned sideways and pointed to the mountainside: "Over the years, in the name of taking wives and concubines, the old man adopted all the poor women who had no support for them in a thousand miles."
"Now, I entrust it to you."
"They are all virgins. You can marry them as wives, take them as concubines, or stay in the house as maids. I don't care."
"I only have one request, you must keep them safe for the rest of their lives."
Hearing this, even Chen Yi's hard-hearted heart couldn't help but be touched. He would rather bear the infamy, knowing that his life was not as good as he wanted, but he still couldn't see the suffering in the world...
What a noble conduct?
Ask yourself, he can't do this.
"Don't you hate that the human race has failed you?"
The mountain god shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "It is the sacrifices of the human race that created us. If there is no human race, where will the gods come from? How can a family live up to it?"
"If I have to give a reason..."
The breeze picks up.
Blowing Chen Yi's hair also blew the voice of the mountain god far, far away:
"Because I am a god."
