Chapter 984: Always be beautiful

Western Regions

Daxue Mountain

Dalun Temple

The old monk walked to the Dalun Mingwang Hall tremblingly, and glanced at the huge lotus throne that was still high but had long lost its meaning. When the man named Dalun Mingwang was sitting on it, the Buddha Sect could become an existence that surpassed the imperial power for more than a thousand years.

Now that the Great Wheel Ming King is gone, the meaning of the Buddha Sect is actually gone. No matter how disdainful I am to the Great Wheel Ming King, I cannot deny that the Great Wheel Ming King has successfully done one thing over the past thousand years, that is, everyone on the grassland thinks that the Great Wheel Ming King is the Buddha Sect and the Buddha Sect is the Great Wheel Ming King.

One side of the hall has collapsed, but the other side is still magnificent.

He looked at the broken side and recalled that huge red light flashed by that day. That kind of power was definitely not something that humans could compete with, even if it was the only practitioner in the world like Sang Luan.

"Do you really think that letting Mengge lead his troops eastward can solve everything?"

He asked.

The old monk knew he was there, and he was there all the time.

"I always have to do something, otherwise my efforts over the years would be in vain?"

A voiceless answer.

"But, the area you can control is Langru Mountain. You can't control it east of Langru Mountain. Even if you ask Mengge to lead his troops eastward, there are still too many unpredictable things happening. When Sang Luan came, he told you that on the edge of the sea in the east, foreigners who use firearms have already attacked the Central Plains. Even if the balance you have worked hard for so many years has not been broken by internal forces, it may be broken by external forces."

The old monk seemed a little lost and slowly walked to the stone steps under the lotus throne to sit down.

"I have always believed that you are right. Although I know that the reason you want to maintain the world is because you are also scared, in any case, you are thinking for most people. If the world before was really so terrible, then there is no mistake in preventing such a world from happening."

"I'm scared?"

There was some dissatisfaction in the voice, but soon, the voice came again: "Yes, you're right, I'm scared. If you've experienced all that, you'll be scared, it's an unstoppable destruction. I'm the only survivor, so I have to stop it from happening again."

"You're selfish."

The old monk couldn't help but smile: "The cold and cold selfishness is very interesting."

The voice paused for a long time, and then seemed to sigh: "It seems that I can't let a person live for too long. If he lives for too long, he will know a lot of things he shouldn't know. It seems that you have discovered something, should I kill you immediately?"

"It's casual..."

The old monk moved his body, as if the cold stone steps made him feel a little uncomfortable. But he was too old and would be too lazy to move as long as he sat down.

"You are right. Although you always keep your mystery, I have lived in this mountain and this temple for so long, and I can't help but see through it. I didn't say it before, because I didn't dare to say it before, and I was afraid of death... I can almost count how many days I can live, so I'm not afraid."

"I want to know, what exactly are you?"

The old monk raised his head and searched for the corner: "Sang Luan destroyed some things in this hall the day he came, so the sound of your speech seemed even more ethereal. I was thinking at the time that something must be in this hall that could send your voice out. The moment Sang Luan destroyed him, he understood that you were not alone, and I also understood. Just treat it as the last curiosity before death. Can you tell me what you are?"

The sound was silent for a long time again.

It was not until the old monk was almost asleep that he rang again: "After that disaster, there was no living person in this world, not just a human, not even a mouse or even a bug. You have seen such a violent destructive force, but you can't empathize with it. If the mountain was not high enough and the temperature on the top of the mountain was low enough, then I was afraid I wouldn't have survived. Fortunately, I chose to be here because it was safe enough. No one noticed that there would be such space in the mountain."

"Yes, I'm not alone, but you don't need to know what I am. If you can't treat me as a person, then this is a failure of my efforts over the years."

"Since you still don't want to say it, I won't ask."

The old monk smiled, as if he was not disappointed.

"But I have a more curious question, not about you, but about people."

"What?"

Voice asked.

"constitution"

The old monk sat upright and his expression became solemn: "People can practice, but people with different physiques practice different ways and states. If people are equal, why do they have different physiques? If you tell me that you have these different physiques, I believe it."

"Not me"

The voice answered very simply: "It's... the sequelae of war."

...

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"The sequelae of war?"

The old monk did not understand this sentence, and his knowledge could not understand the meaning behind it. In this temple in the mountains, the old monk is the closest to "him", and is also the one who knows the most things that transcends this world, but the old monk still cannot understand some things.

"There is no way to explain to you."

There was some impatience in the voice: "Simply put, the absolutely powerful weapons in the war will have an impact on everything after they destroy the world. The light you see and the spreading storm all carry a very special substance that changes something in the world."

The old monk didn't understand, but he didn't plan to ask again, because he really couldn't understand these words and didn't understand them at all.

"So, what is the vitality of heaven and earth?"

The old monk asked: "You said that in the past, no one practiced in that world, and there was no heaven and earth vitality in the world. Although the disaster destroyed people and all living beings, there was not even a tree left, the place was still this place. Why did the heaven and earth vitality appear after the disaster passed?"

"It's because of the war."

The voice replied, "After the war, this place was reduced to zero. It means that everything here is gone and starts again. The earth and the sky are also traumatized, and no one can repair them, but they can repair themselves. Over the long years, the earth and the sky began to expel the things that can harm them, and use the purest air to make up for the scars."

"After many years, the toxic and harmful things that remain in the earth and the air were finally eliminated. At this time, the earth and the sky were completely renewed. There was no residual poison left by human society last time, and the purest thing contained the power of nature."

"This is the essence of heaven and earth."

"Why didn't the world before?"

The old monk asked again.

"have"

The voice answered very affirmatively: "But it is exhausted... There are no more reincarnations on this land. It may take tens of thousands of years from the appearance to the demise of human beings. It may only take thousands of years. When human beings first appeared, the earth was pure air, just like now. But as people began to become smarter and create more and more things that are good for human beings but destroy this land, the pure energy of heaven and earth gradually became corroded and disappeared."

"I still remember..."

After pausing, the voice continued, "When the previous world existed, there were also practitioners when humans did not have firearms as they are now. The older and primitive society, the greater the ability of practitioners. Before the previous world was destroyed by humans, it was called the mythical era. In that era, there were a large number of practitioners with extremely powerful cultivation. They even had the great ability to move mountains and fill the seas, and were called gods."

"Maybe, they are like people today. The remaining things left after the destruction of the previous world have changed the physical condition, so there are practitioners who surpass normal people. However, as people rely more and more on weapons and tools, they gradually become lazy and fewer and fewer people are willing to practice. Later, they can't practice because they have no energy of heaven and earth."

"After about three hundred years before the destruction of the previous world, no practitioners have appeared again."

After hearing this, the old monk nodded thoughtfully: "What you mean is that if you don't stop it, then it won't take long to go when the firearms become widely used, there will be no energy of heaven and earth in this world?"

"yes"

The voice was a little tired, and the tone of "his" was not stiff, but it made people feel that it was unnatural. The old monk suddenly thought of a word. He didn't know if it was right, but he thought it was more appropriate. Imitation... He felt that all the emotions in that voice were not from the voice, but were imitated.

"Understood."

The old monk slowly breathed a sigh of relief and sorted out the thoughts in his mind: "What you mean is that because of development, people begin to rely more and more on tools rather than themselves, so that people's physical fitness becomes worse and worse. When this development reaches its peak, war comes immediately and destruction comes immediately. Then everything is...returned to zero and starts again. People begin to appear again, learn to practice in the pure world, and then many years later, people are destroyed again, repeating this."

"Maybe...yes."

The voice answered somewhat inconsistently.

"Why are you not sure?"

The old monk asked: "There is no such uncertainty as to what you said just now."

"Because the world has changed now, I have changed, instead of allowing the world to develop freely. I have prompted the emergence of practitioners and also blocked the emergence of firearms. Therefore, I don't know if the cycle of reincarnation will appear."

"You're very tired."

The old monk smiled and asked, "The last one is curious... Am I the original me?"

He actually knew the answer to this question, but he was just unwilling to give up.

"no"

The voice answered very quickly, without giving the old monk one more second of fantasy time.

"Originally you and Dalun Mingwang were people of the same period. When Sang Lun began to fight in the world, there were a few special people under his command, one of them was Dalun Mingwang and the other was the ancestor of the Golden Family. The original you were also one of Sang Lun's original subordinates."

"But he didn't recognize me."

The old monk doesn't understand.

"I changed your appearance because you were... really ugly. Although you have a very strange and great physique, your appearance is really ugly. When I separated your physique and created other you, I changed it a little, making you very beautiful. Your physique can ensure that every one separated you maintains the special nature of your physique, that is, the person who has just separated has certain strength and will continue to evolve."

"I really didn't expect..."

The old monk sighed.

"I can't think of anything?"

Voice asked.

"You are not a human being, why do you care so much about your face?"
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