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

The night is getting darker and darker.

The fire burned brighter and brighter.

Dabai was lying on the side, with sadness occasionally showing in his eyes. Although he was a dog, he knew that Yuncheng, who had taken him to the tomb, and the eccentric fat man were gone.

As for Li Chuyi and the other two, they were not close friends.

But we chatted occasionally and it was quite enjoyable.

"You two, I'm here. You can do whatever you want. You don't have to follow me." Li Chuyi said this and slowly stood up.

Behind him were the four large halls.

In the Tingfo Hall, there is a clay Buddha statue that constantly emits mysterious Buddhist sounds.

The Chaotuo Hall is empty.

The Ju Nian Hall is a space of its own, filled with densely packed yellow flowers as high as a finger. Each flower corresponds to a 'false' world, a vast world beyond the heavens.

In the Burning Thoughts Hall, there is only a large cauldron burning with an eternal blue flame, which is used to burn those yellow flowers.

Under the night sky, Li Chuyi just looked at the halls around him.

The twelve immortal lives, the heart of the grave-crying child dug out by the ten-dimensional creature, the miserable, unrecognizable head on the 'black double trick', the way to transcend, the trick of reincarnation...

Thoughts kept echoing in his mind, constantly interweaving with each other, making it difficult for him to sort out the thoughts.

"Hey."

In the end, it all converged into a thick sigh.

Then, Li Chuyi walked through each hall one by one, looking carefully and not leaving out any corner.

Seeing him like this, Yudan and the other looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why is this Fellow Daoist Li so weird?" he couldn't help but mutter.

"I've felt this way for a long time." Jie San said in a low voice, "He is also the creator god and devil, and his way of cultivation is also weird. It seems that he came from the same place as the Thirteen-Character Immortal back then..."

"In short, he is not a normal creature."

Jie San chirped as hard as he could. After all, they were all mortals, so he was not afraid of the other party hearing him.

Li Chuyi took Dabai to visit every corner of the Taoist temple, and finally stopped in the Buddhist Hall.

Now he is a mortal and has experienced so many things. He watched those people he once knew die in front of him one by one until they all died out.

And those twelve immortal lives were like an elusive shadow, weighing on him to the point where he could hardly breathe.

At this moment, all his cultivation suddenly faded away. Fatigue and tiredness surged over him like a tide, and he couldn't help but droop his eyelids.

Finally, he leaned against the clay Buddha statue, listened to the Buddhist music lingering in his ears, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Woo..."

Dabai whimpered, leaned against Li Chuyi, curled up his tail, and just lay down.

"Fellow Daoist Li?" Yu Dan stood outside the temple door and couldn't help but shouting towards the temple.

Seeing Li Chuyi fall asleep like that, he was speechless again.

"This guy really treats this place as his own home. He goes to bed whenever he wants."

Jie San also came over and asked suspiciously: "How can Fellow Daoist Li be so bold?"

"We are all mortals. If we kill him now, his death would be in vain."

But the next moment, their pupils suddenly shrank.

The incredible thing happened.

Above the three-meter-tall Buddha statue, soft golden rays of light began to slowly fall, and seemed to be covering Li Chuyi with warmth.

"This..." Yudan held his breath and stared at Li Chuyi, as if he wanted to see something.

"Brother Yudao, where are we going?" Jie San couldn't help but ask.

"Wait, I want to see what's going on with this fellow Daoist Li."

Yu Dan let out a long sigh, "In all these long years, I have never encountered such a thing, nor have I seen anyone cause such a change in the view of annihilation."

Listen in the Buddhist temple.

Li Chuyi seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and his own memories began to slowly fade away, as if he had become another person.

And the first of the twelve rays on his arm flashed by and disappeared without a trace.

……

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

On a country road, a little kid, his body covered with patches, was running wildly in the morning dew, carrying a backpack.

The kid was about seven or eight years old, smaller than his peers, with dim eyes and a rustic air.

There are many people like him in remote areas.

However, this little kid is very agile and has a good spirit.

"Oh, this kid is pitiful."

"Yes, fatherless and motherless..."

Two farmers carrying hoes made way for the little kid and looked at each other's small backs, feeling a sense of emotion.

The little kid, however, was carrying a backpack. After a short trot, he crossed a slope and a village with about 100 households came into view.

The village is located at the foot of a mountain. Although it is surrounded by mountains and water, it exudes a sense of decline and does not seem very wealthy.

The little boy, carrying a large backpack, staggered to a house.

"Aunt, I'm back." He moved very carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing others.

At this time, a yellow-faced woman, about thirty or forty years old, wearing a navy blue short dress, walked out of the house.

He stared at the basket of fresh pig grass, then looked up at the sky, and said with an unbearable look on his face: "Hey kid, you got up so early again?"

The kid also scratched the back of his head and said with a smile on his face: "It's not early, I got up in the middle of the night."

In the past few years, God has not been kind to us. Droughts and floods have been happening one after another, and no one has a good life.

As for the village at hand, there are only a few households raising a few skinny pigs, and the whole village is eagerly looking forward to eating meat by the end of the year.

In the yard, the little kid lowered his head and said nothing.

Although he is young, he wakes up early.

He understood that at this particular moment, a piece of wood, a clump of grass, or some dry firewood on the mountain would be worth two men's time to haggle over, and no one would think of picking up more.

There are few people in the village in front of me, and it has little presence compared to the nearby villages within a dozen miles.

Besides, he is so young that he cannot compete with those from other villages.

So I had to get up at night every day, run a long way in the dark, and bring back some pig grass.

Otherwise, it would be unfair to him to eat all those meals.

"Aunt, I want to raise the pig quickly so that we can have some meat at the end of the year."

"I know, I know."

The woman took the basket with a smile and said, "There are corn buns on the table, go and have some."

"Thank you, auntie."

The little kid happily rushed into the house, looked at the gray and dry steamed bun on the table, took a big bite, and almost choked to death. He quickly drank some water before he could swallow it.

"Oh." The woman couldn't help but shake her head.

She walked over again, took off the kid's thin shirt, found a piece of faded red cloth from the bottom of the cupboard, and began to sew.

Besides, the kid doesn’t have a big name now.

According to several elders in the village, it is not good to name a child too early nowadays as it will be difficult to support him. It is not too late to name a child after he is ten years old.