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

Chaos is raging, without counting the years.

At this moment, there was a figure standing there.

He had a very young face, but the Taoist robe he wore was a bit strange, as if it was made of various scraps of cloth and was colorful.

There was also a black crow standing on his shoulder, with its eyes pitch black, as if a random glance could penetrate the universe and time.

"Hey."

"A little tired." The young figure said with a smile.

As soon as the mind moved, a continent began to condense in the chaos. It was not big, only 100,000 miles in radius.

The scenery is not particularly picturesque, mostly the same mountains and rivers that can be seen everywhere in the world.

The young man saw this and fell into it with a smile.

They chose another hilltop and built a Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, and very carefully erected a plaque with the words "Crying Grave Temple".

"Hey, this crappy name has been with me for so long, I'm too lazy to change it."

He sighed softly and entered the temple.

After that, I lived like an ordinary person, planting flowers and vegetables or doing carpentry work every day.

Many years later.

A handsome monk in a white robe suddenly broke into this continent and came to the temple.

"Crying at the grave, help... help," he shouted loudly.

Behind him, there was a gorgeous woman following closely, holding a magical treasure with extraordinary light, her face full of murderous intent.

Seeing this, the crying boy at the grave could only shake his head helplessly.

"You are a monk, why did you have such worldly desires? You are in trouble now."

"It was she who schemed to seduce me and destroy my Buddhism." The monk looked depressed.

At this time, the woman also fell in front of the mountain gate.

"Crying at the grave, please get out of the way. This shameless fellow suddenly said something like 'Today I know who I am' and wanted to shave my head and become a monk again. I must kill him..."

The crying boy frowned, and his thoughts echoed in the monk's mind.

"I don't believe that Hua Heshang will become a monk again."

"Brother Kufen is very powerful, but I just can't beat this bitch. I want to hide here with you. How about you do me a favor and lower her cultivation level?"

The monk continued, "Brother, please, we have experienced countless life and death, is it okay to help a little?"

The crying boy at the grave thought about it and an idea came to his mind.

The Taoist temple is fifty miles in radius and is filled with the power of ten dimensions. No matter how high your cultivation is, once you come here, except for your lifespan, everything else will become ordinary.

"Okay, I've satisfied you." He patted the monk's shoulder and said with a smile.

As for the woman, she was immediately furious and rushed over with a sword in hand, "You are the one causing trouble again? I can't kill you."

The monk immediately looked up to the sky and lamented, "Crying at the grave, you are cheating me."

"I want you to restrict her alone, not all of them..."

In Taoist temple.

The crying boy was sitting under an orange-yellow gingko tree with a chessboard in front of him. He was playing chess with himself and was having a lot of fun.

Time passes day by day.

After an unknown amount of time, more than a dozen young men and women appeared in the Taoist temple. Each of them was extremely impressive, as if they had been at the top for a long time.

"Tsk tsk, he's worthy of being a practitioner of dimensional upgrading, so amazing." A woman sighed.

The Flower Monk also followed up and said, "Crying at the Grave, what did you say about the 'real' world and the 'false' world? Are they all true?"

"And you also said that we are in the 'real'."

"But I want to see the 'fake' world now. Can you think of a way?"

Hearing this, the expressions of more than a dozen figures all brightened.

"Crying at the grave, such a small request, you won't refuse it, right?"

"That's it, let's open our eyes."

Looking at the looks of the crowd, the crying boy just sighed softly. These people were his closest friends along the way.

He thought about it, then stared at the chessboard in front of him and covered it with his hand.

In an instant, countless golden lights, carrying an aura of eternal immortality, continuously surged out from the chaos, and finally converged into a torrent of golden light, all falling into the chessboard.

"Crying at the grave, what does that mean?" someone asked puzzled.

"The boundary between falsehood and reality is difficult for ordinary people to cross. With this chessboard, I can send a trace of your thoughts into the falsehood."

"As for the golden color just now, it is the eternal nature scattered across many universes. I will gather it on the chessboard."

"It can wrap up your thoughts and allow you to enter the false world smoothly."

After hearing the explanation of the crying boy, everyone's eyes lit up and they all started to try.

After a while.

"Interesting, really interesting. Just a trace of thought, entering the 'falsehood', is invincible to any living being."

"I think it's much more convenient and hassle-free to use this chessboard to travel through the many worlds in the 'false' world."

Listening to everyone talking, the crying grave kid just smiled and said, "The chessboard is right here. Everyone, just don't act recklessly when you enter the 'falsehood'."

In the blink of an eye, the night became cool and cool.

The crying boy sat in the night, occasionally looking up at the stars and thinking about the past.

But no one can see it on him.

Those shackles emerged from the void, densely packed, both real and illusory, tightly imprisoning his entire body.

At this time, the Flower Monk came over stealthily.

In a low voice, he said, "Crying at the grave, can you help me build a temple?"

"I want to spread Buddhism to countless people in the 'falsehood' and tell them what it means to be sincere in devoting themselves to Buddhism. They must not follow in my footsteps."

After hearing this, the crying grave kid just stared at the monk in front of him for a long time, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"boom……"

After a series of loud noises, a large hall suddenly rose up in the Taoist temple. Inside was a three-meter-tall Buddha statue, which was modeled after the monk in front of him.

At this moment, he was chanting Buddhist music continuously, as if he would never stop.

"Crying at the grave, and adding some thoughts on reincarnation?"

"In this world, there is no such thing as true reincarnation."

"I know. Isn't this giving hope to countless lives? If you work hard in this life to accumulate merits, maybe you will enjoy happiness in the next life."

"alright."

After Hua Heshang left, the black crow on the grave-crying boy's shoulder spoke for the first time, "Grave-crying boy, do you think there is such a thing as transcendence in this world?"

"No."

"Then can you think of a way to let me experience the feeling of being omnipotent?"

Hearing this, the crying boy couldn't help but frown.

This crow has been with him the longest, but this request at this moment still seems unusual to him.

But suddenly, the countless invisible shackles on his body began to sway wildly, looking extremely strange and creepy in the dark night.

However, the eyes of the grave-crying boy kept changing between light and dark.

After a long time, he nodded and said, "Okay."

"However, the so-called 'detachment' is only effective in 'falsehood' and is not true detachment."

He handed Black Crow an object, then opened the channel between the 'falsehood and reality' and sent it completely into the 'falsehood'.

in the dark.

The crying boy sat quietly for a long time, and finally just sighed.

"I always thought that I had escaped the heavy snow in my childhood, and from then on the sky was wide and the sun was shining."

"I never thought that I would be in the snow and wind the whole time and never get out."