How to become a qualified villain Demon Lord

Xie Feiyan didn't know how long he had been here.

It may be ten days and a half month, or it may be a year and a half... who knows?

Xie Feiyan didn't know where he was.

Maybe it's a certain dungeon, maybe it's a certain secret room, or maybe it's in a certain magic weapon... who cares.

He just sat in a dark and narrow room, staring at the eternal night outside the window, surrounded by the cries of evil ghosts and the occasional voice of Buddha.

Xie Feiyan's thinking was in chaos.Countless messy memory fragments flashed through his mind, and then disappeared.

This strange feeling made him feel like himself and not like himself.

--who I am?

Xie Feiyan.

——Are you really Xie Feiyan?

Yes.

—Think again.

Think again.

So he sat quietly in this darkness, thinking day after day, never thinking of getting out of this darkness.

He didn't seem to be imprisoned here, but he seemed to have returned to his place of origin.Although his thinking is still chaotic, although he still hasn't thought of any key questions, such as who he is, why he is here, and whether there is anyone waiting for him in the outside world... He knows all of these Can not remember.But he didn't panic, instead he listened convincingly to the voices of Buddha that came and went in the darkness at that time, as if every inch of his soul and every inch of thinking were gradually integrated with these voices of Buddha.

Sometimes, when the Buddha's voice is very clear in the dark, he will vaguely recall something that seems to have happened a long time ago in his sleep, recalling some strange but familiar dialogues and scriptures, but he will forget them after waking up Mostly.

He remembered that someone told him that he had a strange life, that his life was rough, and that it was rare to die well; then someone told him that the world was in great trouble, and this time he was ordered by the emperor to go down to the earth to mend the sky, and he must do everything he could to save the Three Realms; In the end, someone told him that he was originally a Buddhist bead enlightened by the Buddha, but after listening to the Buddha for thousands of years, it was difficult for him to cultivate the right fruit. This practice has achieved a positive result, and the merits and virtues are complete...

These memories are messy, specious, and contradictory.When they all poured into his mind, his head began to hurt violently, and he wished to slap his head to pieces, but he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have promised someone or something, so this slap was delayed , can only fall back to sleep.

He fell asleep, woke up and slept.

But he can't fall asleep along the way every time, because from time to time there will be a noisy and annoying voice outside his "cell".

"Hey, over there, did you get caught or did you come in by yourself?"

He doesn't remember.

"Why have you been silent all this time? Are you dumb?"

He just doesn't want to talk.

"This Demon Town Tower is really not a place for people to stay, let alone ghosts. I have been imprisoned here for more than 300 years, and I still have a headache when I hear that terrible monk chanting sutras... These bald donkeys, forced to buy Forcibly sold, I don’t want to be reincarnated or consummated. They insisted on arresting me and asking me to reincarnate. If I didn’t go, he would throw me in the demon-suppressing tower to force me to be saved. Do you think they are meddling? No business?!"

After hearing this, he subconsciously said: "It's human nature to be born, grow old, get sick and die. If you don't go to the rebirth after you die, you will inevitably block the way of the people behind you who want to go to the rebirth. They don't have to meddle in your business." , but had to manage."

"Yo? I also said that you were also arrested. It turned out to be a little bald donkey?"

He frowned: "I'm not."

The man didn't believe it: "The only ones who can enter this Demon Suppressing Tower, except for monsters like me, are those bald donkeys in Shengyun Temple! You entered this tower, and you don't hate those bald donkeys, not little bald donkeys!" Who is it again?"

When he heard this, he was both displeased and puzzled.On the one hand, he felt that this person's either-or brain was too difficult to use, maybe because he had been locked up for so many years, and on the other hand, he also felt that what this person said had some truth.

After all, when he came to this place, he had no resentment in his heart, and he never thought about going out. Could it be that he really came here voluntarily?

but why?

He couldn't figure it out, and soon fell asleep again.

Afterwards, with intermittent waking and sleeping, he gradually understood from the howling and nagging of the person next door that this was the deepest part of the Demon Suppressing Tower, where countless demons and ghosts were imprisoned, and there were also countless The monk who voluntarily enters the pagoda to save demons.And the intermittent Buddhist voices he heard came from the mouths of monks in the distance.

He also understood that although this demon tower is a tower, it is a magic weapon connected to a different space. All the people locked in the tower are actually locked in a different space, so there is no difference between day and night here. , and there is no time, only when newcomers come to the Demon Town Tower, can we know how long the outside world has passed.

For a moment, he couldn't help but want to ask the man how long he had been in this pagoda, or if anyone had come to look for him, but this impulse was quickly dissipated in the deep voice of the Buddha.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

This time he may have slept for a longer time, because when he woke up, there were several more empty "cells" next to his "cells", and the old ghost's nagging sounded only when he was extremely bored. The nagging has also become a family gossip like a neighbor.

"Did you know that Xianzun has changed?"

"What? The Immortal Venerable changed?"

"That's right, don't say that the Immortal Venerable has been replaced, even the Demon Venerable has been replaced, and they are still a couple!"

"What the hell???"

"Hey, are you surprised? Then you have to know that the Immortal Venerable has worshiped the Demon Venerable and even waited for the Demon Venerable for nearly 200 years. You must not faint from fright?"

"...I'm really about to faint."

"..."

Of course, if there are too many people, things will be chaotic.

So occasionally, these nagging full of gossip can also turn into passionate insults of certain people.

"...You old dog has no good intentions! You are dead, and you still insist on dragging me into the water! Why don't you just die more and more completely? Ang??"

"I pooh you Gui Xuzi, you have done everything, are you afraid that I will tell you? And is it me who sent you here? It is clearly your good disciple Ji Yuyuan! And the one who brought you here is even more You returned to that good immortal of Yuanzong! What? Gui Xuzi, look at your fate now, do you now regret accepting your good apprentice and that good immortal?"

"Heh, no matter what I do, I'm better than you old dog! The millennium foundation created by the ancestors is destroyed by your hands. It's hard to raise a fairy, and you're so implicated that you run away from the demon. It will take hundreds of years to hide , and even those chiefs died one by one... Tell me, is your special son a disaster? You old dog, you overwhelm your parents and teachers, and you overwhelm your disciples and grandchildren. Now go out to the world and ask, who People don't hate you, Shu Yuanzi, who died so late??"

"Ha! Gui Xuzi, you accused me before you wiped your butt clean? Isn't your reputation of Gui Yuanzong also ruined by you? You have bought demons from the colorless/world for many years and put them into the world, and at the same time The spiritual stones from the human world were poured into the colorless/world, which almost caused a catastrophe in the world! If I hadn’t dug spiritual stones in the dream world at the same time, balancing the weight of the two, I’m afraid that the colorless/realm and the dream world would be separated. The world smashed into the human world 200 years ago! In this way, you should thank me if you belong to Kyoko!"

"Pooh!"

"Now that your matter has been exposed, not only have you been thrown into the Demon Suppressing Tower by your apprentice and Immortal Venerable, but also your sect's reputation has plummeted, and you have to be closed for 300 years! After 300 years, who will remember you returning to Yuanzong?" Which one is it? In this way, aren’t you Gui Xuzi the disaster star?!”

"Fart you! You are the disaster star!"

"You are!"

"You are!"

"You are!!"

"..."

Amidst such angry scolding, he was bored and fell asleep again.

Maybe it was because of a lot of gossip before going to bed, or maybe it was because of two passionate and insulting guys nagging, but this time, he had a rare dream.

In the dream, he saw a person.The man stood by the sea, dressed in white, with black hair melting into snow, clearly surrounded by the morning light and the light of Buddha, but it seemed that he had stopped in a snowstorm, waiting for someone who would never come back again. .

He saw that person, and that person seemed to have seen him, so at this moment, the earth rejuvenated, and the spring breeze melted the snow.

The man walked towards him and said happily, "A Fei, you're back?"

He frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable and helpless because of his excessively fast heartbeat at the moment.So he took a step back and said, "You've got the wrong person."

The man's smile froze, and he slowly lowered his eyes.

At this moment, the sadness flowing from that person was so deep that he could hardly hold back his tears just looking at it.

"A Fei..." the man said softly, "It's been almost 200 years..."

"When will you wake up?"

The man looked quite calm.

But his heart seemed to be blocked by a heavy boulder, and he couldn't breathe.

He was at a loss and couldn't help but backed away again.

"You...you have identified the wrong person..." He was at a loss, his already confused head was even more messy, "I...I am not the Ah Fei you said."

The man said softly, "If you're not Ah Fei, who are you?"

"I'm……"

He opened his mouth.

Who is he?

"I'm……"

He clearly has a name.

"I am... Chu Fengge..."

No, not right.

Not only that.

He is not only Chu Fengge, not only Xu Yuanji, not only Xie Feiyan.

He was enlightened and formed by the Buddha, but he was unable to attain the Tao in the end, so he had to descend to the world to reincarnate and practice.

He is not a person, not a thing, not a fairy, not a demon.

He is a son of Buddha, a born son of Buddha.

"I am... Xuan Zhuzi."

At this moment, a hurricane from nowhere pushed him away.

Memories, more chaotic and frantic than before, came flooding back, making his headache crack.

He staggered back, as if he was going to be pushed to an unknown place by the strong wind, but the man firmly grabbed his hand, pulled him back from the wind, and held him in his arms.

"do not forget me."

The man's voice was like weeping blood in the wind.

"Don't forget me, Ah Fei."

"If you forget me...if even you forget me...how can I continue to wait?"

"I'm waiting for you, come back, Ah Fei."

"Please, come back..."

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He woke up again.

But this time, what he saw when he opened his eyes was no longer the eternal darkness, and the friendly and irritating noises in his ears had also disappeared.

At this moment, he was lying in a quiet room full of Zen, and almost at the moment he opened his eyes, the door of the quiet room was pushed open, and an old monk with a peaceful face came in and greeted him smile slightly.

"Xuan Zhuzi, you finally woke up."