[Quick Transmigration] White-eyed Wolf Cultivation System

He seemed to have had a long, long dream.

He struggled to wake up from the suffocation, and when he recalled the dream again, he found that he could not remember the content of the dream.

He felt lost.

[Welcome back, thank you. 】

The familiar electronic sound sounded, and Xie Ci realized that he had returned to the system space.

Even though he no longer had a physical body, he could still feel nauseated and dizzy. The feeling of nausea made him dizzy and unable to concentrate.

【What's wrong with me? 】 Xie Ci spoke bluntly, and the whole ball of light flickered several beats slowly.

[Forcibly leaving the sequelae of the mission world, please rest assured, it will be fine in a few minutes. 】

【Oh...】 Xie Ci nodded dizzily, his memory slowly recalled, and he remembered that he seemed to have died in battle in the end.

When I died, the progress bar seemed to be more than 60.00%?Damn, did the mission succeed or fail?

Xie Ci became nervous and asked: [System, what was the result of my last mission? 】

[Drip——Congratulations to the host, task completion progress: 200%, task reward points: 10000X2, the protagonist "Pei Zhao" not only completed the goal of "becoming a generation of famous generals", but also successfully revolted and proclaimed himself emperor, realizing the transformation from "general star" to " The promotion of "Emperor Star".Based on the host exceeding the task, the system will send a reward package to the host.Has the host chosen to receive now? 】

【……what? 】

[Does the host choose to accept it now? 】

【……Yes. 】

[After Pei Zhao became emperor, he pursued the posthumous title of "Zhongwu" for his host, and named him King Chang'an.The host achieves the achievement of "Prince and General" and will be rewarded with "Protective Cover" X1. The host's current chance to use the "Protective Cover": 3 times. 】

[The host has a chance to draw a lottery, please choose from these three eggs. 】

Three Easter egg-like things appeared in front of him in an instant, and Xie Ci asked cautiously: 【Are these three rewards?What punishment options are not mixed in? 】

[They are all good things, please feel free to choose them. 】

Xie Ci chose the middle one after deliberation.

[Drip——Congratulations to the host, you have obtained a reward of "Easter Egg World" worth 10000000 points, please choose to accept it. 】

What the hell!

Xie Ci was blinded by the string of zeros, almost a little flattered: [What is this "easter egg world"? 】

["Easter Egg World" is one of the most popular items among system users, but because of its ssr-level rarity and high price, there are currently only 11 players who have actually experienced the "Easter Egg Mission"!In the "Easter Egg World", the host can enjoy the rich and handsome life, the daily life of lucky S, a large number of bonus points, and no, have, tasks, tasks, yo!In other words, the host can still earn points without having to suffer from difficult and annoying tasks in the Easter Egg World!Isn't it super-perfect? 】

Xie Ci was taken aback by the exaggerated tone of the system, and it took a long time before he realized it, 【So this is a chance for a vacation? 】

[This understanding is correct. 】

【……Oh. 】

【What's wrong?Not satisfied with this award? 】

[No, it's pretty good. 】

He is, is...

It always feels a little wrong.

Xie Ci felt as if he had forgotten something, and there was a not-so-obvious sense of disobedience deep in his mind.

He sorted out the tasks he had done carefully:

Up to now, I have done five missions in total. The third mission failed twice and was punished by the system after the second failure. The remaining four missions were successfully completed.

In the mission world, he has been tricked by people and others. The first four mission targets are white-eyed wolves, and the fifth Pei Puppy is a little angel.

The 100-year confinement was tough, but he got through it.

And then what?

It seems that there is no more?

That shouldn't be an important thing, right?

***

The new snow falls on the Wuji Mountain, and the big plum grove outside the Xuanbei Temple is in bloom.

There is a layer of mist floating in the plum forest in the early morning, which is as clear and light as thin silk flocks, with the unique flavor of the mountains, curling around the bones of the branches.

When the little novice was running under the plum tree, the petals would fall on his head and into his collar from time to time, and he was jolted by the ice, so he slapped it off in a hurry and ran even faster.

His face was flushed by the cold wind, and he was panting after running step by step, and finally found the person he was looking for in the depths of Merlin.

"Master Sikong!" The little novice hopped while rubbing his chilblained ears, sniffed his nose, and shouted at the person sitting under the tree from a distance, "The abbot has something to discuss with you, and I call you back!"

Under the plum blossom tree, the white-robed monk who was sitting upright in meditation opened his eyes.

He was wearing a thin white linen monk's robe with wide sleeves, his complexion was as white as a high-quality cold jade, and even his lips were light in color. From a distance, he looked like a white painting drawn by fresh snow.

The man didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all, the cold wind swept over him, and the big plain white sleeves didn't even move.

No waves, no waves, no sadness, no joy.

However, as soon as the monk opened his eyes, his demeanor changed, like ice melted into snow water in early spring, warm and gentle, clear and bright, which made people feel good after seeing it.

Xie Ci absorbed the memory of this body without much effort.

There is no other reason, but the life history of this monk named Sikong is too simple. Compared with Xie Ci's previous experience, it is as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

At the age of 21, Sikong is the first disciple of Master Xueting, the abbot of Xuanbei Temple.

His secular name is Wen Renyan, who was originally the eldest grandson of the emperor of the Wenren Dynasty, the eldest son of the former prince, and should be the fate of the son of the phoenix and the grandson of the dragon.But Wen Renyan has been associated with Buddha since he was a child. It is said that when he was born, the whole palace was covered with golden Buddha light.

The Wenren dynasty respected the Buddhist sect, and Master Xueting was a famous monk who was well-known all over the world. It was a matter of supreme honor to be treated as a national teacher by the royal family, and to be enlightened by Master Xueting.

Sikong was ordained as a monk at the age of five, and practiced in the mountains for sixteen years. He only went back to the palace twice in all these years—one was for the funeral of his grandfather, the late emperor, and the other was for the funeral of his father, the late prince.

The snow that never melts on the top of Wuji Mountain, the plum blossom forest where you can sit and meditate, the Buddhist scriptures in the Buddhist scripture building, the morning bell and evening drum in the Xuanbei Temple, and the ever-burning lamp in the Daxiong Hall.

Day after day, year after year.

This constitutes all the vivid and monotonous memories of Sikong.

Xie Ci entered the role as soon as he opened his eyes - it's just that the feeling of having a bare head is a bit unaccustomed.

He stood up and brushed off the stained petals on the hem of his clothes.

"Did the abbot say anything about it?"

The little novice came forward with a giggle and said, "I didn't say anything."

Xie Ci took out a handful of pine nut candy from the pouch on his waist and gave it to him, and the little novice immediately laughed so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

"Let's go play." Xie Ci laughed and walked out of Merlin first.

Master Xue Ting has white eyebrows and a benevolent face. He looks like an accomplished monk. When Xie Ci walked into the meditation room, he subconsciously held his breath.

"Master." Xie Ci clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Come."

Xue Ting was making tea, motioned him to sit down, and poured him a cup of Kuding tea.

Xie Ci knelt down on the futon, took the teacup with both hands, the smoke curled up, the temperature penetrated through the rough pottery and pressed the fingers, the white skin of the fingertips turned red not long after.

Xie Ci put a teacup in his hand like a hand warmer, sat upright and asked, "Why is Master looking for Sikong?"

Xue Ting took a sip of tea slowly, squinted his eyes for a long time and didn't speak, as if he was tasting the aftertaste of rough tea.

Kudingcha is really bitter and has no regrets. Even Sikong, who is used to living a miserable life, doesn't like to drink it.In fact, this child loves sweets, and has a small bag of relaxing candy hanging on his waist all year round. Others regard it as a kind-hearted mage Sikong, and prepare candy for the little novice and the little benefactor. In fact, Sikong himself loves to eat, and sometimes You have to keep two in your mouth, especially after drinking tea with Master, you have to eat sugar for a day to dispel the bitter taste in your mouth.

The absinthe tea brewed by Master can be said to be one of the few dark memories of Monk Sikong.

Coincidentally, Xie Ci also likes to eat sweets, think of the bitter taste that makes the scalp tingle - he should honestly use the teacup as a hand warmer.

There was no sound in the meditation room for a while, even the floating dust seemed to have calmed down.

Both master and apprentice are slow-tempered, Xie Ci patiently warmed his hands until both palms became warm, and then listened to the old monk speak slowly.

Xue Ting said: "I received a letter from the palace last night."

"In the palace?" Xie Ci was taken aback, "But it has something to do with disciples?"

Sikong has practiced on the mountain all these years, far away from the secular world, and has no connection with the royal family. If he didn't know that this is a world without missions, Xie Chi would almost have thought that the sudden letter from the palace was the beginning of a certain mission.

"Forget it, it doesn't count." Xue Ting said, "This letter is written by the emperor. He said that strange things have happened frequently in the palace recently, and he wants me to go to the palace to get rid of the evil spirits."

The current emperor, Wen Renmin, is generally a good emperor who is diligent in governing and caring for the people. In the past six or seven years he has been in power, the weather has been smooth and the world has been peaceful, and no evil spirits have ever caused harm to the world.Now he said that there are evil spirits in the palace, that is really a major event among major events.

In terms of seniority, this emperor who is six years older than Sikong is still his own nephew.

When Sikong was the eldest grandson of the emperor before he was five years old, this eldest nephew even made a horse for him to ride.

Xie Ci asked: "According to Master, is there really evil in the palace?"

Xue Ting's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he sighed: "Last night I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the palace, and I did feel a monster. There are indeed monsters in the palace."

Xie Ci faintly guessed Xue Ting's intention, "Then what does Master mean?"

"Sikong, I want you to go for me." Xue Ting's eyes were warm and peaceful, with a faint smile on his face, "You have practiced on the mountain for many years and have never been in contact with foreign affairs. willing?"

"My Buddha is merciful, so Sikong is naturally willing," Xie Ci clasped his palms together, and asked again, "Master, what should I do with that monster?"

Xue Ting said: "Although my generation eliminates demons to defend the way, and subdues demons to benefit the common people, we must not kill at will. I see that demonic aura overflowing with purple light, light but not confusing, it doesn't look like a vicious person, you just bring it back Just suppress it under Wuji Mountain."

Xie Ci clasped his hands and lowered his eyes, "Disciple understands."

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A little digression:

This article will be finished in about thirty chapters, so the stupid author has to start preparing for a new pit.

Now I want to start two articles, the post-apocalyptic article "The Toothless Wolf" and the entertainment article "Creation", I am hesitant...

If the little angel is interested, you can poke the column to have a look. I will open the one with the most advance payment at that time. If no one pays attention to me, I will draw lots (*/ω＼*)

The new article is expected to open on the first day of the first month!