The Secret History of Demon Emperor Blasphemy

Su Zizi would feel restless if the matter of Jai Zi and Xiao Feng was not resolved.So in the second half, he simply controlled the sword and flew south with the monks.

Before outside Taihang City, he was advised in a sarcastic way, "It is better to have a pure heart and few desires." Although Su Yezi didn't understand what he meant, it didn't prevent him from discovering that the other party seemed to have some jealous emotions.

——Compared to the various behaviors of the good boy in the past, Su Zizi felt that the way of expressing jealousy was much easier to bully.

So along the way, when they were done, they listened to Su Yezi's story about "The Obedient Yun Qi" with a blank face.

The monk endured all the way, seeing that Bodhi Mountain was about to arrive, and the man next to his ear was about to praise his good disciple to the extent that there was nothing in the world of gods, so he finally couldn't help but say, "Elder Ruosu's apprentice is really so good!" Xin, why don't you see him following Elder Su?"

Su Yezi paused for a rare moment, then sighed.

Liao thought he had poked Su Zizi's sadness, and was about to reflect on whether what he said was extremely inappropriate, when he heard the uncontrollable pride in Su Zizi's voice in front of him——

"I can't help it, I'm too used to him."

"..."

The monk didn't want to talk anymore.

"I can also do this to you, Master." Su Zizi blatantly seduced, and his voice with a slight smile made people feel slightly drunk, "—as long as the master is willing to return to vulgarity."

He closed his eyes and said, "...Bodhi Mountain is here, Elder Su."

Su Yezi, who was just joking, didn't expect to get an answer, so he smiled and went down with his sword. In the end, the two of them landed on the ground, went up the mountain side by side, and stepped into the gate of the temple.

"I have to report to the eminent monk Deyu." Once the monk entered the temple gate, he said to Su Yezi, "Su benefactor, go back to your residence first."

Su Zizi nodded, tilted his head and smiled playfully, "I've been waiting for Master to come back."

"..." After a pause, he turned and left expressionlessly.

Su Zizi smiled, and turned to the other direction - to the residence of the two of them.

And not far behind them, they were sweeping the fallen leaves inside the temple gate with a long broom. The old monk stopped after a while, then stretched out his withered hands like bark, and bent over to touch the tree next to him just up to his knees. The blade of grass in the position sighed hoarsely——

"Since I have already left, why come back... It seems that I will finally have to deal with this calamity."

-

Su Zizi waited at the monk's residence all night, but he didn't wait for the monk to come back.

At dawn, Su Zizi finally couldn't sit still, and walked towards Monk Deyu's cave with a somewhat unkind expression.

Originally, he was on his way wholeheartedly, until inadvertently, some disciples' comments reached his ears——

"Did you hear last night? The bells struck another forty-nine."

"How is it possible that you can't hear... How many years have passed since the last time, and there are still some disciples who refuse to give up."

"That's right. It's not that there are people in the monastery who have the desire to return to the vulgar, but after so many years, isn't that the only one who is willing to enter the formation? Those who have cultivated like that will die in the formation. Which disciple is it again, alas..."

"I heard the disciples guarding the formation say last night that they are the true disciples of the eminent monk Deyu."

"Oh? It turned out to be him? I didn't expect... Ah——!"

The two Bodhi Temple disciples, who were talking quietly, took a step back at the same time when Su Yezi suddenly stopped in front of them.

"What kind of formation did you just say?" Su Zizi stretched out his hand to hold the monk's robe of the disciple who knew the news, his brows were grim, "—Say, talk!"

The disciple stuttered from Su Yezi's fright and stumbled and said, "It's the heart training, the heart training formation... Returning, returning to the vulgar disciples need to pass the 'Refining Heart Formation'... Only after that, can you return to the vulgar..."

After confirming that he heard the word "returning to vulgarity", Su Yezi's fingertips turned white with force, and he pushed the two disciples away, without bothering to hide his cultivation, in front of the monks looking over here, Straight across the void, one step outside the temple of monk Deyu.

Su Zizi's brows were as cold as ice, he raised his hand and threw out his robe sleeve with a piece of real energy, only to hear a loud bang, which directly smashed open the temple door of the eminent monk Deyu.

In the quiet morning in the Bodhi Temple, everyone was startled by the loud noise...

-

Kong Ming got the letter, and when he rushed to the door of the temple of the eminent monk Deyu, the place was already in a mess.

The Tanzong inspector elder who used to wear black hair, now his black hair is tied with a thin rope, and a straight black waterfall hangs behind his head. Hitomi seemed to be frozen into a block of ice.

——Who provoked Su Yezi? ?

Kong Ming suddenly felt a headache.

He has known Su Yezi for a long time, and he knows better than anyone else—the one who seems careless and careless, if he really gets more serious, even their own Hanqiong Peak or even Tanzong Tanshan, it may be said to be a scandal. just flipped...

"Where's Deyu?"

Kong Ming asked the little novice next to him about the whereabouts of the culprit.

"When this guy started making a fuss, as soon as the eminent monk Deyu came out, he was knocked out with a ray of real energy." The little novice next to him murmured softly. "The eminent monks of the German generation couldn't get used to it, and formed a formation to confront that person. Now, uh... fainted on the other side. There are also a few of the empty generation who also shot, hmm... not dizzy."

Kong Ming paused for a long time before he sighed with the little monk and asked, "... so angry?"

Before the little novice could speak this time, Su Yezi, who was standing in the air, had already noticed Kong Ming's arrival, and with a "bang", a round pit appeared half an inch in front of Kong Ming's toes.

Kong Ming: "..." The anger seems to be quite serious.

The instigator stood in the air, staring at Kongming, his eyes were so cold that it made people feel chills behind——

"Within an hour, let the true disciples go out, otherwise... I will level your Bodhi Temple!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the monks including Kong Ming finally changed.

Kongming voice transmission: "Brother Su, I know you are annoyed at this moment, but there are some words—"

"You know what!" Su Zizi's eyes were slightly red, and he stared at Kongming angrily, and his consciousness returned, "I am a good boy, according to what you said-in your damn formation, ten deaths and no life! You Tell me you know?!—If something happens to him, I will let your entire Bodhi Temple be buried with your damn temple rules!——I will do what I said!"

Empty and speechless.

Having known this person for nearly 400 years, it was the first time he had seen the other person who had completely lost his mind regardless of his reason.

Kong Ming didn't open his mouth, but a voice suddenly rang through the sound transmission of the two people's spiritual consciousness——

"Su Xiaoyou, why are you so angry?"

The voice was old and hoarse, which stunned both Su Yezi and Kong Ming, but Su Yezi immediately came back to his senses, and his cold eyes swept over the place where the sound transmission came from, "It's you who hid his identity?! "

Before the man came into sight, Su Yezi's magical attack had already been thrown away, and when he saw the person supported by the old man, it was too late to take it back.

The old monk supported the unconscious man with one hand, and with a light wave of the other hand, the attack of true energy in front of him had already been reduced to nothingness.Only after the restless breath fluctuated, the old monk looked kindly at Su Yezi who was in mid-air: "Xiaoyou Su, this one will not be in serious trouble for a short time, so you don't have to worry. I have something to tell you about your apprentice." , you come with me."

The old monk helped Kong Ming who was standing beside him, and waved to Su Zizi again.

Su Ye Zi fell down, looked at Yun Qi hesitantly, and confirmed that the other party was fine for a short time, and finally withdrew his gaze, followed the pace of the old man with a slight gaze.

-

"Su Xiaoyou's guess is right. It was indeed me who used the power of Wangchentan to deceive his soul that day, and changed his name and appearance for him."

On the most dangerous platform of the cliff of Bodhi Temple, the old monk held a broom and slowly swept the dust-free ground.

Su Yezi's face was slightly calmer than before, but there was still no smile: "Why did you do that?"

The old monk didn't answer him, but asked instead: "Does Su Xiaoyou know that his soul memory and cultivation have not recovered?"

Su Zizi's eyes flickered, and his gaze was fixed on the old monk's face: "You said 'recovery'? His memory has been lost, but his cultivation—how can he talk about recovery?"

"I once touched the barrier between the God Realm and the Mortal Realm, but now it's all sealed—naturally it's a restoration."

The old monk replied calmly without raising his head.

Su Zizi was shocked when he heard the words: "You mean that Yun Qi has reached the peak of the mortal realm?!...This is impossible, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old when he first joined the Tanzong, and that was the old Song from the Songlinjian of the suzerain's mansion himself. Measurement--"

The voice stopped abruptly.After a while, Su Yezi's eyes trembled slightly.

"The old pine tree in Songlinjian was moved back to Tanzong from the realm of Zhongtian by the elder Keqing when he was living in the Suzerain's mansion? ... But at that time, it was not the Suzerain's mansion, but the elder Keqing of Tanzong. Dongfu."

The old monk narrated the secret history of Tanzong, but his expression was so calm that he seemed to be telling a well-known story.

"..." Su Yezi couldn't refute, because what the other party said was true.

The old monk didn't look at Su Yezi's expression, but said calmly, "The reason why I want to cover up his identity is that I don't want the world to find him again... This is the only possible opportunity, and his seal is still suppressed." Because of his power, so I can barely use the power of Wangchentan to blind him at this time, so that no one in this world can find him..."

As the old monk spoke, he sighed, this breath was very long, as if he wanted to blow away all the clouds and mists in this magnificent world.

"Nobody can find him—except you."

"..." Su Zizi frowned, and looked at the old monk, "Why?"

"He is lacking in spirit and soul." The old monk finally stopped, raised his withered hand, and pointed at Su Yezi, with gentle and calm eyes, "It's because of you."

"..."

Su Yezi's eyes were filled with entangled emotions, the question he had avoided for a long time was once again placed in front of him, and the fact that was within reach made his expression a little grim because of the pain in his heart.

"Spiritual beings with the same spirit veins as you, although the five elements are far behind you, but they arrived in this mortal world tens of thousands of years earlier than you. Why have they not yet transformed into spiritual state and adult form, but You did it in just a thousand years... You should have thought about this question, right?"

Su Zizi's voice was hoarse: "...he took out a wisp of his soul and enlightened me...isn't it?"

The old monk nodded slowly: "Yes. So you are much closer to him than any other person or spirit in this world. If it weren't for the magic of Hanqiong Immortal Grass itself, you should have become his clone. Because the soul is solidified by the divine vein, you retain your own consciousness, but you get enlightened by a ray of his divine soul, and the entanglement between you will be cut off no matter what."

The old monk paused: "That's why I said, no one else in this world can find him—except you."

Su Yezi fell silent.

I don't know how long it took before he raised his head again, his eyes calmed down: "No matter who he was before or what his purpose was, I only know that he was by my side, and now he has become my apprentice. His spirit is unstable and he will be broken at any time." It's dangerous, and the spirits of the spirit veins are treating you... Then even if you block it, I will definitely take the spirit crystal of rootless water."

The old monk sighed: "Even if he breaks the seal in the future, no one in this world can stop him?"

Su Yezi's eyes were clear, and he paused every word:

"Whatever it takes."

"Aren't you afraid that people will die at that time?"

"If there is such a day, if I die, the world will be safe."

"not regret?"

"not regret."

"...Then you take it."

A spiritual crystal surrounded by black air appeared in the void.

Unexpectedly, Su Zizi looked at the old monk in a daze.

"I thought you were trying to stop me..."

"I'm stopping you, I can't stop you." The old monk was still kind-hearted as before, and the broom in his hand gently swept across the spotless terrace again, "The only thing you can't escape in this world is doom. You Now that you are ready for the catastrophe, how can anyone in this world stop you?"

"That Forgotten Dust Pool..."

"Wangchen Pool and the Bodhi Tree are associated, but both are just derivatives of rootless water, they have already left, so you don't have to worry about it."

Su Yezi saluted and thanked her.

Before leaving, he looked at the ground, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"The ground is spotless, why do you need to clean it?"

"I'm not sweeping the floor," the old monk gently swept across the terrace, "I'm sweeping my heart."

"... Back then, I was not as good as you, and my mind was blocked, so I accumulated dust. Now the dust has become a mountain, and it can't be swept away every day, but it can only be swept down every day."

"When will it be scanned?"

"Until death."

"..."

Su Zizi was silent for a while, bowed, saluted, and turned to go down the mountain.

Volume Five: Glazed Fire in the South