"hiss!"

The dragon horse kicked and roared, extremely dissatisfied, but could not resist Gautama's own leadership. He had no choice but to carry Yang Jian out of the city gate and walked towards the beach.

"For these people, verbalism is always a way to do things, and it is mostly futile."

After looking at the taciturn Gautama, Yang Jian shook his head slightly. His junior nephew was really too stubborn.

"I don't reject the power of fist and foot, but the power of the power is difficult to make people's hearts feel. Can the uncle's methods be banned for a while, but can he still be banned for a lifetime?"

Gautama shook his head.

He does not reject supernatural powers. He also practices supernatural powers. But if everyone uses fist and foot magical powers to solve everything, what is the difference between them?

It's nothing more than just changing power to supernatural powers.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Jian smiled: "Not mentioning a lifetime, it is not impossible to live for generations. However, human nature is here, and even if you and me are you, you may not be able to transcend the outside world."

"Uncle Master...what makes sense..."

Gautama wanted to refute, but he nodded with a wry smile.

From Youzhou to Haizhou, from Shouyang Mountain to Yufeng Mountain, it’s time to learn lessons.

"But, most of the disasters on earth are here."

Looking back at Yufeng City, Haizhou, Nantiandao... the Great Zhoutian and Earth, Gautama murmured in his heart, and he didn't know how many emotions were surging.

The Great Zhou is vast. Even though the dragon and horse are not slow, he has been going on and off all the way, searching for sects and casual cultivators, but it has been hundreds of years since then.

Over the past few hundred years, he has seen too many people and things.

Now that the new law has been passed down for hundreds of years, evil and evil disasters have long disappeared. In previous years, it seems that it has been gone when it is dark. Even on this remote beach, few people still remember this.

But the disasters between the world do not seem to have decreased, power, status, money... Even if a couple often thinks about distinguishing themselves.

This made Gautama unable to figure it out yet.

"Forget it, forgot it, just think about it. If you can really figure out what you think about from these mortal ghosts and ghosts in the human heart, Uncle Master would admire you a little!"

Yang Jian was too lazy to say anything.

After hundreds of years along the way, he has deeply understood how desperate his nephew is.

"It is said that the Taoist sect, the two holy lands of Sumeru, and the three divine dynasties of Zhouliang..."

Before Gautama could speak, Yang Jian slapped his horse's head and pointed to the wet sea breeze, saying, "Daomen is in Dongsheng, and Sumeru is in Xihe. You choose one of them, where can you go?"

"Daomen, Sumeru..."

Gautama chewed in his mouth, sensed the trembling of the Buddha seal in his heart, and slowly opened his mouth:
Chapter completed!