"Oh, that's why."
Standing in the ocean wind, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said sentimentally while stroking his sparse hair, "It's really unfair."
Cao Yuan was the strongest swordsman in Chaotian, and he had cultivated the golden body, obtained the fairy energy in Jingyang's body, and learned the Control of Soul-Fire … How could Cao Yuan fight against him?
"Drop the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
Cao Yuan said to him, "As long as you're willing, you can cultivate the golden body at any time."
This was the intention of persuading him to surrender.
"It's too hard, and I've always thought it was unreasonable."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect went on, "If we could become a Buddha this way, we would have to pick up the butcher's knife first."
After some thought, Cao Yuan said, "It's indeed unreasonable. I take it back."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect laughed out loud, "I've never seen an interesting and honest person like you."
Cao Yuan said, "I think you're right. This fight is indeed unfair."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect stopped smiling as he said, "The world is unfair to begin with. The orthodox Cultivation sects all have the best spiritual sources, but we only have the impure ones. We have no choice but to adopt other methods, which is why we're the deviant sects in your eyes. It's not fair for the Guocheng Temple to let the monk doctors use their own Zen methods to cure the mortals. "
Cao Yuan was baffled, asking, "Saving the dying and helping the injured, and the strong helping the weak; isn't this the remedy for the unfairness?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said seriously, "The mortals are born, grow old, and die of sickness. Why do you want the monks of the temple to cure them? Others admire you, but I don't. Have you ever asked them whether the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is willing to ascend with the Cultivation practitioners or to be consumed on the rotten sores and white bones for the mortals to live? Have you ever asked the monks of the temple if they are willing to do so? Even if only one of them doesn't want to do so for a moment, you're treating him unfairly. "
Feeling surprised, Cao Yuan exclaimed, "So you really believe what Taiping Zhenren said."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect spat on the ground, creating a small hole on the cliff rock. "If I didn't believe in the immortal, I wouldn't have followed him around for so many years."
Cao Yuan remarked sentimentally, "The whole of the Cultivation circle is waiting to see when you will deliver a fatal blow to him; but they have misjudged you."
After Kou Qingtong died in Zhaoge City, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was the only deviant figure in the world. No one believed that such a big shot would be willing to be Taiping Zhenren's dog. They all thought that he was forced to serve Taiping Zhenren because of the threat of the Aoyama Sword Formation.
"In my life, I've been arrogant, I've been glorious … and I've also been miserable. Everyone says that the kid over there is the best at digging holes in the world, but how can he compare to me?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect squinted at the scenery on the ocean. Through his sparse hair, he saw a ship in the distance.
It seemed that the ship was heading to a faraway place, but it was unknown where it was headed.
Countless scenes from the past hundreds of years flashed through his sparse hair, gradually merging with the ship on the surface of the sea and disappearing into the distance.
Those scenes were either cruel and evil, or arrogant and arrogant, but most of them were dark.
It was a place where the sun couldn't be seen, and not even the lava could be seen. All he could do was rely on his spiritual awareness to find the way and dig the soil and rocks with his bare hands to evade the search of the Aoyama Sword Formation. As he went deeper and deeper into the underground, he had almost lost his way many times. It was a feeling that he would never be able to find his way out.
When he heard the flute outside the cliff the other day and learned the identity of the other party, he didn't feel resentful; instead, he felt like weeping bitterly.
As long as he could get out of the underground and see the sun again, he would do anything.
Of course, nobody was willing to be a dog, not to mention that he was a grandmaster who had commanded the swordsmen of the deviant sects.
Following by Taiping Zhenren's side, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was always looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to him. For instance, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect in the Guocheng Temple and the fat monk who looked like a hoof had failed. Should he keep trying? As people had guessed, he stared at the back of Taiping Zhenren with a green glow in his eyes and saliva dripping down from the corners of his mouth. He was ready to bite Taiping Zhenren's ankle and drag him into the bottomless abyss …
This dog wandered the world with Taiping Zhenren. Later, he had another chicken, so they continued to wander the world.
They wandered and wandered.
This old dog was indeed very old.
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…
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect didn't tell Cao Yuan what he had experienced over the years, because it was unnecessary and ridiculous. He took out an alcohol jar and a ceramic cup from his sleeve and poured a cup of dark green wine into the cup. He brought the cup to his lips and drank it slowly. Then he sighed contentedly and said with a hint of intoxication, "I haven't been to the upper world, so I don't know if what the Immortal said is true. But I think what he said is interesting, and it's an interesting experience over the last one hundred years, and the wine is really tasty. Do you think I care if the human race will be wiped out or not? I'm a cannibal, okay? I just think it's an important matter, so important that I can forget about those fears. "
"What kind of fears?" asked Cao Yuan while looking at him.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect threw the alcohol jar and the wine cup to the other side of the cliff, saying, "The purpose of Cultivation is to transcend life and death, and the purpose of the mortals' religious belief is to transcend life and death."
The purpose and meaning of all the actions were ultimately related to life and death.
Cao Yuan understood what he meant, and said slowly, "Everything is like …"
"Like you, the bubble and the illusion of thunder and lightning!" The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect didn't let Cao Yuan finish, as he yelled sternly, "Don't tell this old man that everything is empty and that it's the perception of the practitioners. I've listened to the scripts in the Guocheng Temple for dozens of years, and I know as much as you do. All I know is that no matter what the Buddhas think or what others think, I'm me, and my existence is my existence. Knowing that I can't ascend and seeing the dark night ahead, this old man is of course afraid!"
After a long moment of silence, Cao Yuan said, "That's why you have to do it."
"That's right, the destruction of the world … Do you think it's a joke?" The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh.
"Why are the scholars of Yimaozhai willing to die for their country? Why are those orthodox Cultivation practitioners willing to sacrifice themselves for their sects? It's because they have a belief in their hearts, which can help them overcome the fear of life and death … "The voice of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect grew lower and lower," I know it's stupid and unreasonable, but it's really useful … very useful. "
Cao Yuan asked him earnestly, "Do you still have fear now?"
"A little bit."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect breathed a bit faster. He said while staring at Cao Yuan, "Fortunately, you're the strongest swordsman in Chaotian. Fighting with you will excite me and make me forget those things."
"Okay," said Cao Yuan.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said, "Come on. Raise the broadsword in your hand and help me overcome this fear."
Having said that, his body was no longer hunched, but grew taller and taller.
A flash of broadsword light illuminated the East Ocean.
There was a soft clank sound.
It sounded like a human's finger brushing over the hard rocks at the bottom of the Cold Mountain.
It sounded like a cloth being torn apart.
It sounded like a sigh.
It sounded extremely pitiful.
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…
"It's just a broken jar. The voice doesn't have so many meanings. "
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said this while covering his ears with his hands. He looked like a playful and timid child who had lit up the firecrackers and was startled by the thunder in the sky.
Some black smoke seeped out from the gaps between his fingers, and a red color could be seen in the deep end of the smoke.
The black smoke started burning fiercely as soon as it landed on the ground, and a low explosive sound could be heard. It should be caused by the rapid expansion of an ice core at a very low temperature.
Cao Yuan felt sentimental while looking at him, not knowing what to say.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said while covering his ears, "You're so powerful, but you're beaten up by the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom every time. How powerful is that person?"
Cao Yuan couldn't bear it, saying, "You're going to die soon; why are you still concerned about this? Be careful. Press your hands harder. "
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