Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

Wanjian Mountain is ten thousand zhang high. There is no vegetation on the mountain, but it is full of long swords.Whenever the sky is gloomy, the sword will lead to thunder, and the sound of thousands of swords will be heard.

The top of the mountain has been shrouded in clouds and mists for thousands of years, and there are flying swords flying through it. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed.

However, that is for mortals.

Among the cultivators, there is another rumor.

Wanjian Mountain is the place where a certain great master of refining equipment attained the Tao. The countless swords on the mountain represent the master's understanding of everything in the world.As for the cultivators who want to obtain a spiritual sword, as long as they come to this mountain, they will be able to find a convenient spiritual sword——

But if the cultivation base is not good, or if it offends the ray of consciousness that Da Neng left here, he can only disappear and start all over again.

Therefore, although everyone covets the spirit sword on this mountain, few people dare to really go up the mountain.

But on this day, in a place shrouded in clouds and mist, near the top of the mountain, there was a person walking on Jianshan Mountain.

The flying sword, which is usually said to be extremely terrifying, is just a fly that flies by to him, and he can be driven away with a light swipe, falling apart in all directions.

The sword under his feet moved forward with him, meekly giving way.

Wu Zheng has lived on this mountain since as long as he can remember.

He was an adult when he opened his eyes, and he had a good understanding of the world below the mountain, but as for who he was and who brought him to this kind of place—this kind of thing, he was totally unclear.

He has a natural sense of intimacy with the swords on this mountain, as if these swords are also living beings, and Wu Zheng can occasionally know their thoughts.Sometimes his fingers touched these swords without being cut.

Day by day, he was with the long sword, growing alone on the mountain, never seeing a single person.

However, something is different today.

When Wu Zheng came back from a routine walk, he saw a strange shadow on the top of the mountain.The other party is undoubtedly a person.

Wu Zheng was taken aback, and couldn't help raising some vigilance.He had never seen anyone come to this place, and he knew in his heart how difficult it would be to come down from the mountain—if someone came, he must be very strong, maybe a master of the school.

But on the other hand, he was also faintly curious.

Who could this be?

The mountain fog was so thick that it was difficult for him to see the other person's face clearly, and his footsteps involuntarily slowed down.

But the other party noticed him, and excitedly approached him and said, "You must be Wuzheng! I'm here to find you this time!"

Unlike what he had imagined, the other party had an innocent face.

Cultivators don't eat grains, don't accept dirt, and often have a beautiful appearance.But after all, the age is long, no matter what kind of cultivator, there is a kind of calmness and faint fatigue.

But this person didn't.

His eyes are bright, and it seems that a storm is brewing inside him all the time, so he looks extraordinarily energetic.

He smiled at Wu Zheng, showing a sharp canine tooth, like an ignorant child.

But his spiritual power is majestic and vast, and he is a powerful cultivator who can shuttle between worlds.

Wu Zheng looked at him calmly and asked, "Are you here to find your sword?"

He pointed to the swords on the surrounding ground and told the other party: "As long as you can take the sword here, go ahead and take it."

But the other party took another step forward and said seriously: "I'm here to find my sword. However, I don't want those."

Wu Zheng said, "Then what do you want?"

"My master told me that my sword lives on this mountain, called Wuzheng."

Wu Zheng: "..."

He tilted his head: "There are too many swords on this mountain, and I don't know their names..."

The young cultivator stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulder, his eyes sparkled with excitement: "It's you. Wu Zheng, come down the mountain with me, okay?"

Wuzheng doesn't want to talk to him.

He is indeed a sword, a sword that cultivates a human form.

A long, long time ago, someone made him into shape, and after many years, many things happened, and finally he was left here...

I don't really remember the past.

He felt good on the mountain and didn't want to leave.

As for the child in front of him, just drive down the mountain.

He glanced at the boy in front of him calmly and asked, "What's your name?"

"Murong Bai." The young cultivator resigned his life happily, and took out a book from his arms, "You really are Wuzheng, I have been fascinated by you for a long time. Ever since I got this "Xizhuang Handbook", Master told about you on it. He said that if you get this book, you will be regarded as his apprentice, and you can come to this mountain to find you."

Wu Zheng stretched out his hand to take the "Xizhuang Handbook", feeling dazed for a while.

When was the last time you saw this handbook?

At that time, he was next to another person, watching him write this booklet stroke by stroke.

Murong Bai stood beside him, and boldly took his hand: "Will you come with me?"

Wuzheng returned the letter to him and said, "I promised to help the master teach the disciples."

It means yes.

Murong Bai cheered, and the two went down the mountain.

After descending the mountain, Murong Bai turned his head and hit Wan Jianshan casually.

He didn't even look at it, and with a swipe of his hand, the two broke through the void and walked away.

Like his master, Murong Bai practices the way of chaos, and the most important thing in his way is "chaos".

He traveled between the worlds, set off a bloodbath, intensified the hidden contradictions, and plunged one world after another into flames of war.

Wu Zheng looked at him coldly and never said a word.

He just found a quiet corner in the chaos, where he protected a few people who should not be invaded by the chaos, and left without saying a word when Murong Bai's game was over.

Sometimes Murong Bai didn't understand him, and protested: "You are wrong. You obviously want to help my master teach me, but you have never taught me. If my master knows, he will definitely blame you."

Wu Zheng casually raised his head, waved his hand next to Murong Bai's ear, picked up a hair-thin needle in the air, and brought it to Murong Bai's eyes.

Murong Bai sneered, stood up and sent out a backhand of spiritual power, and heard several screams from the corner.

He squinted his eyes and said slowly: "I didn't expect that there are people who want to kill me... Didn't I say that I won't participate, as long as you decide the winner yourself?"

The only remaining survivor trembled and could not speak.

Murong Bai said in a sweet voice: "That's fine, I won't kill you, you help me go back and tell your master that I'm in the game."

When the unlucky ghost who survived left, Murong Baifang turned around and said to Wuzheng, "Thank you."

Wuzheng said: "I should protect you, no thanks."

Murong Bai really hoped that there would be more expression on his face, so he invited: "Don't just watch from the side all the time, play with me too. I will arrange a very interesting identity for you, and you will have a lot of fun. "

Wu Zheng shook his head and said calmly, "I don't like what you did."

Murong Bai was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward, with a hurt look on his face.

He complained: "My way is like this... After all, my master's way should be similar."

Seeing that Wuzheng's expression didn't move, he was even more unhappy and said, "Why can you become friends with my master, but you can't understand my affairs in every possible way?"

Wu Zheng didn't answer, but frowned slightly: "Are you acting like a spoiled child to me?"

Murong Bai was taken aback for a moment, his face turned red.

Wu Zheng didn't go up either, just stood at a distance not too close, and said indifferently: "I'm only with you because I promised your master, but I can't do anything else. Your Tao and I It's very different, not to mention doing those things with you, even if I stay with you for a long time, it will damage my heart."

The heat on Murong Bai's face receded, and he felt a chill from the inside out.

He resisted the surging sourness, and sneered: "No one is forcing you... If you think I'm so bad, you can go!"

Wu Zheng said, "I want to protect you."

"I don't need your protection!"

Wuzheng smiled helplessly, reached out and stroked Murong Bai's hair.

"You are strong," he said softly, "but not strong enough. I will leave when the day you are strong enough."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Murong Bai standing there alone.

Murong Bai lowered his head, clenched his fists, and blinked hard to stop the tears from flowing out.

"I'll be strong enough soon," he said harshly, as if swearing.

……

The small world is turbulent, and Murong Bai stirs up the turmoil.

Wu Zheng stayed in his small courtyard, drinking tea and chatting with two or three little Douding, and had a very happy life.

He really didn't understand, it was rare to live a long life, why did he have to die?

Murong Bai walks on the wire rope all day long, and if he is not careful, he will fall down and be crushed to pieces. Why can't he just drink tea, chat and sleep like Wu Zheng, and 100 years will pass.

Whatever is chaotic, let it be chaotic, anyway, there will always be a peaceful day; when someone comes and goes, there is no need to greet him; whether others like him or not, they don't care about his business.

How wonderful everything is.

It's a pity that Murong Bai is not someone who can enjoy all this.

His life was in endless waves, and if one day he failed to make any mistakes, he felt that it was not worth living that day.

Originally, the two of them did not interfere with each other, but Murong Bai couldn't bear him drinking tea in the yard and came to trouble him.

As soon as Murong Bai came, he got straight to the point: "Wu Zheng, did you bring some children with you?"

Wu Zheng: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Murong Bai said: "I mean, why is there someone missing... One of them is the prince's son, who is an indispensable part of my game. You give him to me."

Wu Zheng put down his teacup and said, "I can't do this."

Murong Bai frowned: "Why?! It's just one person..."

"No." Wuzheng said indifferently, "I know what you are going to do, but I don't want you to disturb his life."

Murong Bai smiled in surprise: "What are you insisting on up to now? I have disturbed so many lives and so many worlds, why do you suddenly want to be a good person this time?"

"Some people's worlds are inherently chaotic, and you just let the undercurrent come to the surface." Wuzheng said, "but this child is different. He has no ambitions, no worries that cannot be let go, why do you have to Make him part of the chaos?"

The two didn't argue much because it was pointless.

Murong Bai couldn't beat Wuzheng, so he had no way to change his mind, so he could only leave angrily.

Without the key pieces, this world ended hastily, Murong Bai found Wu Zheng, and went to the next world with him.

In order to avoid Wu Zheng's hindrance, Murong Bai thought of a good way this time.