The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

"My fellow Taoist, as an outsider, what qualifications do you have to judge us?" said another book mountain, a man with the voice of a majestic old scholar.

Li Chuyi spread his hands and said, "I've already said it, this is my personal opinion, don't be angry."

He sighed and lowered his head again, looking at the practitioners in those planes who seemed to be possessed by demons. Their so-called practice was just reading over and over again.

"Haha, it seems that this fellow Taoist who created the gods and demons wants to discuss Taoism with us." Yi Shushan chuckled.

Another Shushan followed up and said, "The gods and demons who created the world are just reckless men at the top of the physical path, while we are Shushan, the top of the literary path."

"You are a rough man, and you want to discuss the doctrine with me?"

"Hahaha."

Suddenly, laughter echoed throughout the world, and people felt that Li Chuyi was overestimating his own abilities.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I didn’t say I would discuss this with you in person, did I?” Li Chuyi looked up, looking very unconcerned.

Then, he took out a ferocious blue-faced head.

Then, recite the "Twelve Lights of Prayer to All Living Beings".

Amidst a burst of pure white Buddha light, a boundless and formless aura of all dharmas began to descend.

Li Chuyi said proudly: "For this kind of thing, just let Black Buddha go. Monks are good at this."

On the side, Mahakala said helplessly: "Donor Li, I've already said that I must stick to my original intention. Don't call me next time."

"Uncle Black Buddha, they say I don't know how to discuss Taoism. Can you help me?" Li Chuyi said with a smile on his face.

At this moment, the nine great book mountains, looking at the terrifying figure with three heads and six arms, could not help but feel terrified in their hearts.

But he still managed to say: "This... this fellow Taoist is here to discuss Taoism."

Seeing this, Mahakala just shook his head helplessly and said, "I generally don't like to discuss the Way or talk about Buddhism with others."

"Because no one has ever been able to argue with me."

Li Chuyi heard this and said with a strange look: "Master Black Buddha, are you so confident?"

"I have three heads and three mouths," Mahakala said with a faint smile.

Then, a sea of ​​lifelike human heads appeared under his feet, including men, women, young and old, and all with excitement in their eyes.

"Hehe, talking about Buddhism and Taoism with others again. I really miss it."

"Who is the opponent, the Great Samsara or the Great Good and Evil?"

"Could it be these nine mountains..."

In an instant, the space was filled with the sound of people talking.

Seeing this horrifying and bizarre scene, Li Chuyi felt a little terrified. It was such a terrifying Mahakala that his original intention was to "not stand on a dangerous wall"...

"Master Black Buddha, please go ahead and do your work. I won't bother you anymore."

Li Chuyi gave a dry cough and disappeared in an instant.

outside world.

Li Chuyi's figure fell on the shadow of a mountain of books. Xue Sheng, together with many others, held the book in his hands and read it over and over again, becoming more and more obsessed.

"Xue Sheng, you haven't yet figured out the meaning of 'spirit' through reading." He asked casually.

"Not... not yet." Xue Sheng lowered his head, as if he didn't want to be distracted.

On the mountain of books, Li Chuyi's hair and the corners of his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, but he couldn't help but sigh.

"Xue Sheng, what you call cultivation is to rely on reading to condense and increase the so-called 'spirit'."

"But look at you now. You are just an old man with white hair. What kind of spirit can you have?"

He looked at the figure in front of him and continued, "Can a person who has not gone through trials and tribulations, or setbacks, really set up his ambitions and develop his spirit just by reading a book or listening to someone else's words?"

"Xue Sheng, I personally don't believe it."

On the side, Xue Sheng raised his head slightly.

"Brother Li, shouldn't we study and climb the nine mountains of books?"

"Should." Li Chuyi nodded heavily.

"But I think that more often than not, you can actually focus on something other than the book in your hand. There is no conflict between reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles."

Li Chuyi said this and smiled again.

"If you can't travel thousands of miles, you can just walk around and plant some crops. It would be nice to find a young lady to marry."

Xue Sheng seemed to be thinking, "Brother Li, where is your wife?"

"..."

"Let's go." Li Chuyi said unhappily.

"That's enough rest for this trip. It's time for me to go do my own things."

It was also at this time that Mahakala appeared beside him, but everyone else ignored this terrifying Buddha.

"Master Black Buddha, is it settled?"

"Okay." Mahakala was very frugal with words.

Then he said: "Master Li, you have swallowed the formless flesh and blood soul. This is a great opportunity that will allow you to reach the pinnacle of the immortal path."

"Master Buddha, can the state of Wuxiang be achieved by eating? Don't be ridiculous."

"No, whether you digest with your brain or with your stomach, it's both a form of digestion. In my opinion, there's no difference between the two."

Li Chuyi's eyes twitched, "Master Black Buddha, your point of view is quite novel."

"Hey, Mr. Li, take care of yourself."

After Mahakala sighed, the Buddha's light dissipated and turned into a hideous charred head again.

The one who escaped death was clear and upright.

……

In the blink of an eye, another two hundred years passed.

At this moment, Li Chuyi finally arrived at the Immortal Burial Sea, which was a dark and silent ocean, in which stood an ancient immortal palace.

It gives people a feeling that it seems a bit lifeless.

And this sea is the gathering place for those creatures who have survived the "calamity of truth and falsehood" time and time again, standing just like that in the chaos.

Ten steps away is the Crying Grave Boy’s Taoist Temple and the place where the Temple of Destruction is located.

"Fellow Daoist Li?" Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out.

The visitor was a man in white, named Jie San. In the past, the two sides had many entanglements in the Mieshiguan.

"Friend Li, I haven't seen you for so many years. Where are those two idiots following you?" He was referring to Jin Jian and Yun Cheng.

"Dead," Li Chuyi said casually.

"Uh, my condolences." Jie San smiled bitterly.

Then he added: "It will take a long time before this 'real and false catastrophe' comes."

"But for immortals like us, it's not too long."

"Many creatures who have survived dozens of catastrophes have begun to return here to prepare for this catastrophe."

Jie San's eyes were dim, "The Immortal Burial Sea will be busy for a long time."

After he finished speaking, he stared at Li Chuyi again.

"Friend Li, why do I vaguely feel that you are a little different from before?"

"What's the difference?"

Jie San frowned, and then said solemnly: "I want to beat you to death."

Li Chuyi just smiled when he heard this.

"You can think like this, which means you are a normal person."

Now, four hundred and thirty years have passed since he left the Immortal World, and with his cultivation level, he can probably withstand the "correct" oppression for another seventy years.

Except for him and the perfect human race, everything else in the world can be regarded as "correct", and they want to get rid of this "mistake" as soon as possible.

While the two were talking, another man in a black cloak landed.

"Oh, Yudan is here," Li Chuyi said with a smile.