After Taizong passed away in the 23rd year of Zhenguan, Li Zhi ascended the throne. In the second year, the country's name was changed to Yonghui.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan had already taken Xiaobao and secretly visited the entire Penglai Island.
It was not until the beginning of spring that Xiaobao broke through again and became a little monk at the sixth level of Qi Gathering.
When Li Xiuyuan took him around Penglai at night without being noticed by the gods on the mountain, Xiaobao realized that his husband was the real god.
By this time, Xiaobao could already recite half of the obscure Buddhist scriptures taught to him by his husband.
It was half of the half volume owned by Li Xiuyuan. Even so, Li Xiuyuan was very satisfied, so he took him to wander around the island from time to time.
Although it was night, the moonlight was dim, and Xiaobao was still very happy.
Moreover, he also learned a secret from his husband, that is, the stone statue on the top of the mountain could not be erected, and they would not be able to go home for a long time.
On New Year's Eve, Li Xiuyuan cooked another pot of broth and asked a group of craftsmen to break through to the next level. Basically everyone was in the Qi Gathering realm, and some even had the third level of Qi Gathering.
Just like he said to Ksitigarbha, so what if everyone is at the fifth level of Qi gathering?
He only thought that these craftsmen could leave this devil's island, known as the fairy island, alive.
God can't stop him, and Bodhisattva can't stop his determination to come to the devil. Everything is just waiting for the last moment.
Although he has been wandering around for so long, he still hasn't found the shadows of Ashina and Li, nor has he seen Qingyu.
But from time to time at night, on the top of the mountain, he would look at Gao Yu'er's devastated look... This could not affect his determination to erase everything in front of him.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the first rainstorm of summer.
Back then, Xiao Hei was waiting for a heavy rain in front of Dingzhou City, and left with his two younger sisters and the old man.
Right now, he is also waiting for a heavy rain to overturn the world, and then leave with these suffering villagers.
After carrying stones to the mountain in the spring, the old man took his son to the top of the mountain.
He left his daughter-in-law and Xiaobao to continue quarrying stones, and followed the remaining craftsmen to complete the final process.
The spring rain is continuous, the wild flowers in the mountains are in full bloom, and the huge stone statue on the mountain is getting taller day by day. It will be completed soon.
But now Xiaobao still followed Li Xiuyuan's request and shot the small tree ten feet away with all his strength.
Even though he could already shoot a pheasant fifty feet away, Li Xiuyuan told him that he wanted to surprise the supervisor Wang Dali and could not reveal his power now.
The difference from before was that every arrow of Xiaobao now passed through the hole of the small tree ten feet away, which was specially made by Li Xiuyuan for him.
From this, in Wang Dali's eyes, the little boy in front of him had practiced his archery all winter and couldn't even hit a small tree.
When he is bored, he will make fun of Xiaobao.
Fortunately, Xiaobao is not upset. He wants to listen to his husband's final arrangements and wait for that day to come.
Finally, just one day before Qingming Festival, the statue on the top of the mountain was finally completed.
In the words of the old man, after the consecration ceremony is held tomorrow, they can leave here and go home.
But that night, it was a sleepless night for Li Xiuyuan...
After everyone fell asleep, he was alone, stepping on the moonlight, slowly heading to the top of the mountain. He wanted to activate the last magic circle.
When he stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the twenty-foot tall statue in front of him with its wooden frame removed, and this unfamiliar face, he couldn't help but ask.
"Bodhisattva, what kind of monster is this? Is it the Buddha in the West? Or is it the Taoist deity?"
Ksitigarbha's voice, neither sad nor happy, came from the sea of gods: "No, he hasn't even survived the catastrophe of ascension, how can the gods say anything about it?"
"So, who is he?"
Li Xiuyuan asked quietly: "A mortal dares to erect a statue here that is comparable to the gods and Buddhas. Isn't he afraid of divine punishment?"
Ksitigarbha did not answer his words, but asked: "You have been practicing here for half a year, and you have also tried to transform the sentient beings in the mountains. What have you seen? Have you seen those old people from back then?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "All living beings are suffering, and they don't know they are suffering. They think they are doing things for the gods. Don't you know, where are the gods in this world?"
"As for those old people, hehe, aren't they going to appear one by one tomorrow?"
Li Xiuyuan, who had reached the top of the mountain, had the urge to cut off the statue with one sword now, regardless of the ups and downs of tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Jizo's words made him give up this idea.
"Maybe everything is not as you expected, maybe it is darker and more tragic than you thought... Since you have already made a winter Jizo, you might as well wait one more day."
Jizo said leisurely: "Sometimes, the human heart is far more terrifying than you imagine."
"hehe!"
Li Xiuyuan heard this and sneered: "I'm not even afraid of the monsters in front of Wangxiang Terrace, so why should I be afraid of this monster in the world?"
Ksitigarbha was silent when he heard the words, and saw a golden light emerging in front of Li Xiuyuan.
He stretched out his hand to touch the top of his head, and saw that the inch-long black hair fell off one after another. Before it fell to the ground, it turned into a faint golden light and disappeared from Li Xiuyuan's eyes.
Not long after, he handed over the nine-ring tin staff and a bright pearl to Li Xiuyuan.
He sighed softly and said: "The tin staff in your hand opens the gate of hell; the pearl in your palm can illuminate the world... If you encounter trouble tomorrow, use this tin staff and gold beads to slay the devil."
Li Xiuyuan was moved for a moment.
Quietly he put away his tin staff and golden beads, clasped his hands with Ksitigarbha and said, "Bodhisattva is compassionate."
Ksitigarbha ignored him, but looked at the statue in front of him and asked: "If you have the divine sword in your hand, why do you need to accept my tin staff and golden beads?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed lightly and did not answer.
Ksitigarbha was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was rare for this guy to be so quiet. He couldn't help but ask: "When will the Divine Sword be born?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "Let's wait until the cause and effect is resolved. You know that I have a lot of troubles, so don't cause me any more trouble in the future."
Ksitigarbha smiled slightly: "There is no way for misfortunes and blessings, only people bring it to themselves. The things in front of me have no cause and effect at all."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him quietly, pointed at the statue in front of him and said, "So, the Bodhisattva should not be here tomorrow."
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There was no rain in the morning, so it didn’t feel like it was during the Qingming Festival.
Li Xiuyuan got up early and went to the clear spring in the mountains to bathe and change clothes. He changed into a clean black dress, a black dress made of heavenly silk from the Yuqiong Pavilion in Tianyu City.
A piece of clothing made by local craftsmen in Broken Jade City according to local costumes.
At this moment, he is not Ksitigarbha, he is Wu Mu, a businessman from Broken Leaf City.
A poor man who was riding a boat to watch the sea was captured by monks like robbers and bandits on Penglai Island to build a statue of the leader.
After living here for half a year, Old Man Zhang, who got up early, looked at the ebony tree in front of him and murmured speechless for a while.
Li Xiuyuan ignored the old man, but took Xiaobao to wash up, and found a white shirt of his for him to change into.
Even the boots were replaced.
Xiaobao is taller than he was back then, and he can just wear the clothes he wore when he was a child.
He was so happy for a moment that he took Li Xiuyuan's hand and asked, "Sir, can Xiaobao go home today?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the red sun slowly rising on the horizon and replied quietly: "Even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart, it won't be able to stop our progress."
When Xiaobao heard this, he immediately cried out: "Xiaobao is going home."
The old man looked at his grandson who had put on new clothes and boots, and his demeanor seemed to have changed in an instant, and he couldn't help but silently wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.
He looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Sir, can we really leave?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied coldly: "Even if the god comes, I will kill him with one sword!"
"Boom!" A thunderbolt fell on Penglai Island, scaring Xiaobao into screaming.
Li Xiuyuan took his little hand and walked up the mountain, followed by Old Man Zhang and a group of craftsmen. The supervisor Wang Dali was afraid that everyone would run away, so he followed behind him with a few monks in the Golden Core Realm.
Old man Zhang saw a thunder falling and said in fright: "Sir, don't talk nonsense."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the red sun on the horizon and said coldly: "The demon is in power, what are you doing here? Are you joining in the fun?"
At the moment when Old Man Zhang and his gang were so frightened that they could not speak...
Woohoo, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the mountains.
Immediately afterwards, layers of clouds rolled in from the sky, gradually blocking the red sun that had jumped out of the sea and was about to rise into the sky.
The whole world darkened for a moment.
Looking back, Li Xiuyuan looked at Old Man Zhang and said to Wang Dali and others who were walking behind: "If I were not happy, the sunshine in the sky would not be able to shine on this world."
With a sound of "Boom!", Wang Dali, who was in the Golden Core Realm, felt as if he was struck by lightning. He lay on the stone steps for a long time, unable to move.
The few monks following him looked at the foreign young man in black and pulling Xiaobao in white, like a god of death from hell.
They all knelt on the stone steps, not daring to make a sound.
After thinking about it, Li Xiuyuan looked at Wang Dali and said, "Seeing as you are not making things difficult for us...if you want to survive, go down the mountain. This is not your paradise."
At this time, Old Man Zhang's family of three, together with nearly a hundred craftsmen, covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.
It wasn't until this moment that they understood why their power was getting stronger and stronger.
Co-author, the young man in front of me is the real god.
Otherwise, the sun that had just climbed into the sky would not have been instantly obscured by dark clouds.
Wang Dali never understood this truth. He raised his head and looked at the sky, only to see that the clouds were still the same, and he was afraid that today would be more unlucky.
After thinking about it, he finally made up his mind and said to a few of his subordinates: "I'm leaving, do you want to come with me?"
After saying that, he climbed up from the stone steps with all his strength, cupped his hands with Li Xiuyuan and said, "Thank you, Immortal, for not killing me."
After saying this, he didn't even look back, and went down the mountain without even saying hello to Old Man Zhang.
What a joke, he couldn't understand that as soon as Li Xiuyuan's words fell, there was a thunder, and even the sun hid in the clouds. Both of these things, I'm afraid the leader on the mountain couldn't catch him.
At this time, he just wanted to leave Penglai Island alive.
Seeing the boss hurriedly heading down the mountain, several subordinates thought for a while and disappeared in front of everyone without saying a word.
Taking a breath, Li Xiuyuan looked at the group of craftsmen behind him and said, "No matter what happens today, don't panic. I will take all of you out of here."
Xiaobao also patted his chest and said, "Don't be afraid, Mr. will protect you."
Old Man Zhang sighed, seeing that his grandson seemed to be a different person at this moment, he could only nod his head heavily.
Looking at his companions behind him, he said: "Everyone has suffered for two years. Let's leave today's matter to Mr. Ebony."
"Thank you sir for taking us out of the sea of misery."
"Don't worry, sir, we won't mess around. We'll just go to the top of the mountain with you to watch the excitement."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly and said: "Everyone will gather in the square for a while, stay away from the statue, and don't get close to the main hall..."
When Old Man Zhang heard this, he couldn't help turning his head and said, "Everyone, have you heard this?"
In the first year of Yonghui, on the top of Penglai Mountain in the East China Sea.
A group of monks entrenched here call themselves the gods of the world, and they want to worship the heaven and earth during the Qingming Festival and knock on the ascending gate of heaven.
Just when a group of men and women gathered in the square in front of the main hall, waiting for the auspicious time to arrive.
A team of hundreds of craftsmen came slowly from the bottom of the mountain.
Walking in front of everyone was an exotic young man wearing a black shirt and a shaved head.
