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

The view of world destruction, listening to the Buddha in the temple.

Yudan and Jiesan were still leaning outside the temple door, staring at the figure shrouded in the hazy Buddha's light.

Not only them, there are many more living creatures.

And they are of different races, so it is difficult to generalize, but now they have all become ordinary people, and at most they have a little better skills.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you have been sleeping for a hundred years, right?" Jie San muttered.

"Yeah." Yudan nodded.

Within fifty miles of this Temple of Destruction, they will simply lose all their magical powers, and their cultivation will not be reflected, but their lifespan will not be greatly affected.

Li Chuyi slept for a hundred years and showed no signs of waking up.

Over the years, some creatures who had survived the "Calamity of Truth and Falsehood" occasionally came in to take a look, and when they saw how strange Li Chuyi was, they all waited here without any prior agreement.

"Who is this person?"

"In broad daylight, under the bright sky, he was sleeping in broad daylight."

"This is simply unreasonable."

A large and furious man rushed into the hall with a large axe with intricate patterns and chopped at Li Chuyi's neck.

The result was obvious, it was stopped by the Buddha's light.

"My fellow Taoist, where did you get the Axe of Creation?" Yisheng Ling couldn't help but chuckle.

"Shun? I stole it from a creator god and devil in a fair and square manner."

"No matter where you come from, if you want to kill that guy, I'm afraid it's impossible, because we all want to kill him for no reason."

Hearing this, Yudan Jiesan looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the next thirty years, every creature that came here would slash at Li Chu with swords and knives. There was no reason, they just inexplicably disliked him.

Even the two of them tried it several times.

"Alas, if it weren't for that layer of Buddha's light, Brother Li would have been hacked to death countless times." Jie San sighed, picked up a dagger, and stabbed it towards Li Chuyi's neck.

As for Yudan, he walked towards the backyard of the Taoist temple and went to catch chickens naturally.

Now, they will still be hungry.

In the Buddhist temple, Li Chuyi was still dreaming.

The story of the crying boy at the grave was no less exciting than his own life experiences, and even longer, more bizarre, more strange, more exciting... and so on.

Like a flame shining, brilliant and lonely.

……

In a dream.

On a mountain top.

The face of the crying boy at the grave is now about eighteen or nineteen years old. He is no longer as thin as before. Instead, he has a tall and slender figure, a soft and clean face, and an indescribable calmness.

He was still wearing the same colorful robe, but it was made to look like a Taoist robe, which looked quite good.

There was still a black crow accompanying him on his shoulder.

"Who are you?"

Twenty meters away was an old man in a blood-red robe with a hooked nose and gloomy eyes.

"A hundred years ago, all the people in a small village died. Do you still remember?"

"I came here today to fulfill a long-cherished wish."

Hearing this, the old man sneered: "Tsk tsk, I've killed so many people, how can I remember who they are and where they are?"

"I previously took in some children to practice a technique, and asked them to try to use their own blood essence to refine their parents and relatives into their own blood soul clones."

"The number of people who died from this method is roughly estimated to be no less than 100,000. It's not a big deal..."

But before he could finish his words, a column of blood spurted out from his neck and his head and body were separated.

"Hey."

"It took me a hundred years to find you."

The crying boy spoke in a low voice. He will always remember that snowy day when he was holding a pig's head, walking and crying, with nowhere to go.

After he finished speaking, he touched the black crow's shiny black fur on his shoulder and said, "Funeral, send this one to the grave. It's the village where I was born. You know it."

Watching the black crow fly away, he couldn't help but shook his head.

He named himself the Crying Grave and named the black crow the Funeral Director.

In this world of immortal cultivation, the two of them are like the feared existence of ghosts, and everyone is terrified when they see them.

Just these two names are enough to make people stay away from it, after all, they are too unlucky.

Suddenly, another twelve cloaked figures slowly emerged from the void.

"Grave-crying boy, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and you have already reached the four-dimensional level. It's cause for celebration." The so-called 'money' said with a smile.

When he saw them, the crying boy was stunned. He remembered that they had appeared in his childhood.

"Uncles...seniors, what are your identities?" he asked, touching his head.

He looked down at the purse hanging around his waist. There were so many spiritual stones in it, treasure...

However, he didn't dare to use it.

Occasionally he would use it for emergency purposes and he would remember to add it in later.

"Grave-crying kid, you can use the money in the purse without worrying about it. You don't need to make up for it."

"Because everything you use, whether it's in the bag or outside the bag, is mine, so there's not much difference."

Listening to what the so-called "money" said, the crying boy frowned, because he didn't understand a word.

Then, both sides chatted about whatever they wanted.

When the black crow returned, the grave-crying boy bowed and saluted, then flew away on a cloud.

But he didn't know that he had twelve more shackles on his body, falling on various parts of his body.

The story of the crying baby at the grave continues.

The scenery along the way is beautiful, but there are also many hardships along the way.

But he only remembered the spring mountains, not the suffering.

Gradually, his cultivation became higher and higher.

The two names of crying at graves and attending funerals became more and more popular, and more and more bizarre.

Along the way, he met many close friends and had pleasant conversations with them. There were also many women who were attracted to him, but he kept his distance from them all and did not disturb them.

Even from the very beginning, he cut off any chance of the two sides getting entangled. He felt that dragging things out and not making things clear would only hurt others and oneself in the end.

Besides, as the twelve figures said.

There is no spirit in his eyes, but there is spirit in his heart.

His path of cultivation is somewhat different from that of others, as it involves cultivating the mind.

It is not the so-called cultivation of the mind, but the real cultivation of the mind, which is called the upgrading of consciousness.

In addition, the twelve cloaked figures would appear once every hundred years or thousand years.

Not doing anything, just chatting casually.

Gradually, the crying child also knew that they all referred to themselves with a word, such as fake, money, and killing...

Snow falls every year, snow falls every year, slowly and long.

Time just passes by bit by bit.

The weeping child climbed up one mountain, then another, then another, then another...

His journey was not easy. It was as difficult as climbing to the sky, and the road ahead was as dangerous as standing on the edge of an abyss.

How can the joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the mysteries of life over the years be fully summarized in just a few words?

In this way, his position became higher and higher, and his understanding of the world became more and more complete.

I know that there is chaos outside the universe, I know that there is a false infinite world and a real infinite world...

Finally, after going through countless hardships and vicissitudes of life.

He reached an unprecedented state, the ten dimensions of mind.