Daji can't confuse me

Taishang Laojun stood in the dark cave, his face was hidden in the darkness, no one knew what he was thinking.

Perhaps speaking, he was in the bright and majestic Bajing Palace, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He is a saint, always indifferent, Xuandu almost thought he had no other expressions.

The only anger, or the catastrophe of the Conferred God, when facing the time of Babel.

Xuandu is cultivating with his eyes closed. It is useless for him to practice now, and his cultivation level has not increased. He is just resisting the demons.

"Go back, Xuandu."

Hearing this voice, Xuandu opened his eyes slowly, his pupils turned golden, looking cloudy and empty, he saw the Supreme Being standing in front of him, vaguely, like a shadow, he smiled wryly .

"Are you here again, Master?"

The Taishang looked at him and said: "I will remove the demons for you as a teacher. The aura here is barren. It really can't compare with Bajing Palace."

"Ah." Xuan Du sighed, and murmured, "It's getting more and more real."

He closed his eyes, suddenly stretched out his hand and scratched his chest hard, the blood flowed out!

"Xuandu!" The Taishang didn't expect Xuandu to open his mouth suddenly, and before he could stop it, the blood flowed down.

Xuandu's body is invincible, he can hurt himself, it can be seen that he ordered a ruthless hand.

He just used this to resist the all-pervasive inner demon, he is a fairy, this is not pain at all, and he has always resisted like this, as time goes by, the pain is gone.

"Do you know what you are now?" Taishang scolded: "The world is peaceful today, what are you doing here? You have forgotten all the principles I taught you!?"

"Hiding here and there, hiding from your master, so stubborn! Xuandu, what are you thinking?"

But Xuan Du was like a wooden stake, allowing the Tai Shang to scold him, he didn't open his eyes, he seemed to be in a trance.

But the Taishang knew that he was awake, his breathing was unsteady, as if he was extremely depressed, and more scarlet blood flowed from his chest.

After all, it was his own disciple, the Supreme Being felt a little distressed seeing him like this.

The Taishang wanted to go and heal him, but he hadn't touched the corner of Xuandu's clothes, Xuandu's eyes suddenly opened, and he was so angry that he took the Taishang back two steps!

"Don't come here!" Xuandu's eyes were long and narrow, and his eyes were golden, showing a hint of fierceness. His cultivation all over his body suddenly soared, and his voice was hoarse, and he shouted: "I'm not your disciple!"

The Taishang knew that he had a demon in his body again, so he only took two steps back, and said to him with a straight face: "You are not my disciple, which disciple are you? Could it be that you have been in the Bajing Palace all these years, and I didn't teach you? "

Xuandu laughed hoarsely, showing a trace of sadness: "I look like this, how can I be your disciple? Xuandu should have no distracting thoughts, meditate on Taoism, and become the seventh saint in the future!"

"Then Wanyuan Tiansheng is already the seventh saint. You don't need to think too much, just cultivate with peace of mind. Being a teacher is just a plan for you, and I didn't force it."

"I'm so useless, even Yin Shou can't compare to me."

Taishang Laojun looked at him, and sighed: "I have searched for the Heavenly Sage of Ten Thousand Sources, and I know some of the reasons. You are fascinated by demons, and you are wrong as a teacher. You are too tight as a teacher. On the contrary, it only makes you understand the truth." It’s too absolute, from steel to brittle, you have never experienced setbacks, just a little bit different, just being cracked open.”

"I've thought about it for a long time, let you go through some things in the world, but I don't want to see you like this."

Xuandu raised his eyelids, his pupils shone golden, and the center of his brows turned dark black, showing an ominous look.

His eyes reflected Taishang's cold face, he smiled coldly, took two steps forward, stared at Taishang, and said in a hoarse voice: "I look like this, it's because of you, my teacher."

Hearing this, the Taishang frowned, and only said, "Xuandu, you are about to become a demon."

"You've never dared to talk to me like that before."

Xuandu laughed loudly and said: "What the teacher said is very true, no matter how much I say, I dare not tell the teacher, for fear that the teacher will reject it!"

"Now I'm not afraid anymore."

The majesty remained silent, only seeing Xuandu walking up and down, looking extremely restless and agitated, his tattered Taoist robe, and seeing several injuries, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but this appearance, as if collapsed As if in despair, he said again: "Master, it was just a coincidence that he found me back then. A disciple like me has always been dispensable."

The Taishang finally showed a trace of anger, and said in a deep voice: "Is it necessary or not? How much effort did I spend? You don't remember!"

"Oh." Xuandu laughed: "Master is just trying to be worthy of the sect of the Renjiao. The Renjiao is only one of my disciples. The master thinks that I will pass on this Renjiao in the future. The master is a good student. I am just a missionary. It’s just a tool.”

Taishang's eyelids twitched, Xuandu's words were [-]% correct, he was thinking that Xuandu would inherit his mantle in the future, he wanted to cultivate cleanly, but his third corpse was never beheaded, the saint's body was cultivated to be extremely tough.But the heart is still fleshy, how can Xuandu be a tool?He has worked so hard to cultivate and spent millions of years with him, but Xuandu thinks this way?

Taishang was a little angry, but still had a cold face, which made people look down on him, and he said: "Xuandu misses me so much."

Xuandu took a deep breath, opened his eyes and saw the Supreme Being standing there, the cave was dim and dark, he seemed to be a shadow, he couldn't see clearly.

But even if the Supreme Being is a shadow, he is still extremely indifferent, his silver hair is neatly combed to the back of his waist, his face is as cold as a sculpture, like a god sealed in ice and snow and worshiped by people.

Cold, not like a living thing, or in other words, all people and everything in the world are just mediocre dead things in his eyes.

Even his own disciples are no exception.

His taoist robe was purple, and Xuandu felt chills from the cold.

He doesn't like the color.

Like he doesn't like himself.

He has been pretending to be everything he likes.The Taishang was too indifferent, he couldn't guess what the Taishang was thinking, he always felt that if there was anything wrong with him, the Taishang would definitely abandon him.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu have tens of thousands of disciples, but the Supreme Master has only one disciple.

The time of a saint is too long, and one day the emperor will despise him, and he must find someone else.

What kind of person are you?

It must be a perfect, extremely talented, unsmiling, and deserted person.

Like Yin Shou.

Yes, it was Yin Shou. From the first time he saw him, he knew that his master, Taishang Laojun, just hoped that he would become such a person.

But Yin Shou is not serious, he has always been gentle, and knows how to speak sweetly, he somehow feels that he likes this kind of thing too much.

So he doesn't like Yin Shou, it would be nice if Yin Shou died.

His inner demons were born from this.

Even after Yin Shou became a saint, his master would no longer have the opportunity to accept such a disciple, but he could never get rid of this demon.

This inner demon is jealousy, low self-esteem, and a dirty mind that cannot be recognized.

All things yearn for powerful creatures, look up, worship, and imitate them until they become stronger.

Just like ordinary people devoutly worship the gods and believe in them wholeheartedly.

But Xuandu, a mortal, is so close to the gods, so close that he is within reach, so close that he worries about gains and losses.

This god seemed to belong to him alone, but at the same time belonged to all things.

He is a believer who will be abandoned at any time.

He looked at the 'Master' in front of him, in a trance, and felt that this illusion was too real, so real that it made people sink and despair.

"Master, come here." Xuan Du said.

As always, the demons came.

In the past in Bajing Palace, he never dared to speak like this, how could Master come here as soon as he shouted?

Xuandu showed a smile, he could almost smell the suffocating cold fragrance from Taishang's body.

He walked over, held Taishang's cold hand, and said softly: "Master never knows how I miss you, how can Master know my thoughts, my master."

Then he covered Taishang's hand, rubbed it on his face, and kissed his fingertips lightly.

Tremblingly real.