After walking, it was already the sunset. The little prince and Fan Qinghui also walked around this dense forest full of primitive and wild aura. Unfortunately, the result of the exploration was disappointed. Because although the sun was visible, the place they were in was not on the ground, but at the bottom of a particularly huge "sky pit".

The so-called sinkhole, in modern language, is an independent ecosystem with a huge volume, isolated from the outside world, and relatively trapped. It is usually caused by long-term erosion of underground rivers, which eventually leads to a large-scale collapse of the surface. The sinkhole is surrounded by knife-like cliffs, forming the shape of a vertical shaft. It cannot enter the outside and cannot go out inside. Therefore, these ferocious beasts in the forest can remain in the sinkhole after their companions outside were wiped out by the descendants of Tianjing.

After figuring out the situation, Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. The cliff was not high or low, but it was almost the same as the combined height of two or three Shanghai Oriental Pearl Towers. The worst was that they were straight up and down, and they could hardly find a place to climb. Although he was carrying martial arts, it seemed very rare to get out of the dilemma of the sinkhole. He sighed, sat down, inserted the Yin-Yang Order into the ground, leaned up like a chair back, and shook his head and said, "It seems that I can't find a way out today. Let's take a rest for a night before talking about it."

After experiencing the things in Lingyun Cave, Fan Qinghui was discouraged and only hoped that she would never return to the world and never face those disputes and entanglements. She could not find a way out, but she felt a little happy. She was just not good at acting too explicitly in front of Yang Zhao. She nodded silently, reached out to wipe the ground twice, and knelt down next to Yang Zhao.

The so-called stools were gradually spread from the Western Regions to the Middle Earth after the Tang Dynasty. At this time, it was the Sui Dynasty. Although there were already Hu beds among the people, the slightly educated officials and wealthy families were still used to kneeling on the ground. But Yang Zhao came here through time. Although he is now a prince of the Sui Dynasty, his martial arts skills have been practiced well. However, the habits he developed in his previous life for more than ten years were deeply rooted, so he could never get used to this kind of kneeling on his kneeling that made his thighs suffer no matter what.

For this reason, Yang Zhao was often criticized by his current mother, Crown Princess Xiao, when he was in the palace. However, Yang Zhao's natural character was casual, criticized and accepted in person, and his behavior was still the same, and Xiao had no choice but to do anything to him. At this time, the little prince spread his legs and stretched as much as possible. Unlike the prince, he was not apart from those ordinary people who could not read big words. When he glanced at Fan Qinghui, he couldn't help but say, "It's not dirty on the ground, so you don't need to use your legs as a mat. Let's relax. There is no one here anyway. Seeing you like this, I'm tired for you."

"Qinghui is used to it, so it's fine, and there's nothing to be tired." Fan Qinghui lowered her head and replied softly. After a pause, she said again: "Where is peace of mind is peace of mind. Qinghui's heart is now more peaceful than ever."

Yang Zhao smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Okay, if you think it's good, you'll do it. Actually, in my opinion, although you're not that good now, at least it's much more pleasing than the attitude of the past, who thinks he's really a fairy who can come down to earth and dominate others' fate at will."

Fan Qinghui raised her head, with a little surprise in her eyes, and said, "In the eyes of the little prince, Qinghui, it turns out... it turns out... it turns out that it's so unbearable? But... the little prince, Qinghui dares to swear that day that this body has never wanted to dominate anyone's fate, and will not really think that he is a fairy. Qinghui's actions are nothing more than just trying to contribute a little to the common people who are struggling in the sufferings of the world."

"Forget it, it's not interesting to argue about this now." Yang Zhao hugged his hands behind his head, looked up at the sky and said leisurely: "If we have been trapped here and can't get out, then we are just two primitive people in the wilderness. Isn't it funny to talk about the people of the world? But..."

"What would you do if you could go out?" Fan Qinghui asked with a hint of worry in her tone, "I really have to kill~kill~ as I said on Wuzhangyuan that day." Her voice trembled and she couldn't ask any more.

"Wuzhangyuan? Oh, you mean to kill the nine clans." Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Don't worry, although I hate you Jingzhai very much, and I hate Ning Zhedao very much, but it is impossible and unnecessary to completely eliminate Buddhist Taoism. People always need religious beliefs. So at most, they will destroy all the annoying guys, and then find a few truly pious people to be leaders. The Buddha's Three Pure Land has been led by the emperor, and no matter the monks and Taoists, they will be obediently knocking on wooden fish in the temple and chanting scriptures. Don't come out and make trouble, everyone will be happy. As for Li Yuan..."

The little prince curled his lips and said, "When it comes to seniority, he is still my cousin. If he kills the nine clans, wouldn't he even turn it in? Besides, even if I want to kill, the Sui Dynasty cannot talk about my prince at the moment. At least my queen and grandma will definitely disagree, so I have to talk about it later. In the future... well, I hope my cousin and his two sons will have the fate of Gan Luo, so don't learn from Jiang Ziya."

Gan Luo was appointed as prime minister at the age of twelve, but died young at the age of thirteen. Jiang Ziya met King Wen of Zhou at the age of 80. After the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty, he was named King of Qi and lived to be over 130 before he died. The length of life of these two people is exactly two extremes. Listening to the meaning of Yang Zhao's words... Fan Qinghui couldn't help but shudder. But she had decided to retire and ignored the secular affairs of the world. Then whether the country belongs to Yang or Li in the future has nothing to do with him. He sighed and said, "Qinghui has no intention of getting involved in the world again in this life. What will the little prince do in the future? Qinghui cannot stop him and does not want to care anymore. But... he has done so many evil deeds, so it is still not good." He Shi lowered his eyebrows and recited the verse and said, "If you want to know the cause of the previous life, the recipient of the present life. If you want to know the result of the next life, the author of the present life."

"Buddhism is profound and profound. In order to seek the great way to liberation of sentient beings, the World Honored One is willing to abandon the prince's honor and become a monk to pursue the truth. I admire these things very much." Yang Zhao rarely put away his tired and lazy appearance and said seriously: "But it's a pity that there were too many crooked monks in later generations who recited the Buddha's enlightenment*. Take your Cihang Jingzhai as an example. You always say that you want to choose a good emperor for the people of the world. Okay, I will think that you are indeed selfless and have one mind.

The intention is to think about the common people. But has your founding ancestor Dini ever thought that doing so would violate the Buddha's teachings? The Kingdom of Kapilava was invaded by neighboring countries and King Sudhodon was also imprisoned, but the Buddha did not mobilize the power of Buddhism to protect Kapilava, nor did he take revenge on the country of his enemies with his supernatural powers. Isn't this the wisest choice made by the Buddha knowing that religion should never be used to get involved in disputes in the world?"

Yang Zhao became more and more excited as he spoke, almost as if he had returned to the state of going through time, and was fucking water with someone on the computer. Fan Qinghui could not refute, nor could he raise his spirit to debate. He sighed quietly, his expression fell silently, and he lowered his head and recited the Buddha silently. In the sunset, her figure projected on the ground seemed to contain infinite desolation and lonely. The little prince saw it and couldn't help but be stunned. Then he felt that he seemed to be bullying a girl at the moment, and he felt a little embarrassed. He also whispered. After sitting for a while, he felt that the atmosphere was awkward. He couldn't help but stand up and said, "I'll go to the forest to pick up some firewood and make a fire tonight." He pulled up the Yin-Yang Order and carried it on his shoulders, and walked into the forest.

The trees in the forest grew very densely, but there were no dead branches to pick them up underground. Yang Zhao shrugged and waved Yin and Yang to cut them randomly. This pair of magic weapons was not swords, but it was not a problem to cut gold and jade with the same blade. However, it was a real killing chicken with a ox knife. In less than half a minute, the cut branches were piled up everywhere. Although the freshly cut wood was full of moisture, it would definitely not cause fire if it burned like this. However, it was not a problem for Yang Zhao. Since absorbing the true essence inner alchemy of the Fire Qilin, the true qi attributes in his body have also changed. The same fire was chaotic, and now the power was at least twice as powerful as before. It was natural to dry the wood and start a fire.

But everything has its pros and cons. If the yin is strong, the yang will inevitably decline, and the yang will become strong, resulting in the exhaustion of yin. If Yang Zhao used the water flood now, it would be much weaker than in the past. The trick of "water and fire incompatible" that relies on the mutual exclusion of water and fire and erupts with super propulsion force will not be used now. It is indeed good to enhance the strength, but whether it is considered to be great or harmful, this account is really difficult to calculate.

"Well, I have unlimited electricity now. The speed is faster, and it's not just used once. So it doesn't matter." Yang Zhao comforted himself, tearing off the bark and tied the Yin and Yang order to his back, then lifted up the two thickest branches and walked back. After a few steps, a shadow suddenly cast on his head, covering the bright afterglow of the sunset. The little prince inadvertently looked up and immediately gasped unconsciously. The true energy was circulating with the thoughts, and in the blink of an eye, the two branches in his hand were dried, and then it caught fire and burned automatically.

It is neither the clouds nor the large pterodactyl. It is a real flying dragon!

It is not the kind of Chinese traditional myth that can be big or small, when it is big, when it is big, it is full of clouds and mist, and when it is small, it is hidden; when it is able to rise and hide, it is flying in the universe, when it is hidden, it is lurking in the waves, and is considered a noble golden dragon with a royal symbol and a symbol of the emperor. It is a completely Westernized super demon dragon with a black body with wings on the back, a dragon-headed beast body, and a tail like a sharp spear!

Even though this kind of thing was still tens of years ago, when strange beasts were still everywhere on the earth. And decades later, it should have been completely extinct. But why are there such a fierce thing still in this underground forest?

There was no further investigation into the reason. Because when the initial shock passed, Yang Zhao's mind flashed, and he immediately thought that perhaps the way out of the sinkhole should be on this demon dragon. He rushed to extinguish the fire from the branches, turned around and jumped out of the woods, and pulled up Fan Qinghui, who was still sitting on the grass and chanting Buddha's name with his eyes closed. He followed the demon dragon that was landing in the southeast for a while and ran and chased him at full speed.

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Chapter completed!