How to become a qualified villain Demon Lord

Xuan Zhuzi's mind was in chaos.

He seems to have thought of something—for example, the boy who was scared away by a kiss many years ago, for example, the spirited eyebrows and eyes when he kissed in the alley after splashing the smell of wine all over the city, for example Those ten years of uninterrupted letters, such as the man who pulled the red silk and said "bye" to him in front of the wedding hall in his dream...

But he didn't seem to remember anything.

The past, the past, the world of mortals, but a big dream.

Even after waking up, people still worry about the people and things in the dream, even if they don't remember anything, they still have occasional heart palpitations, as if something is lost.

But people will also know that when the sky is bright, that dream will eventually pass away like morning dew, leaving nothing behind.

Marriage is like this, everything is like this.

Xuan Zhuzi lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, bowed to the man from a distance, then turned and left without nostalgia.

The person behind him looked at him from afar, his fiery gaze followed him like a shadow, but he didn't choose to follow.

Because this Yuqing Immortal is a gentleman.

Since he is a gentleman, he will never commit tens of thousands of years of Taoism and deeds that destroy a Buddha because of his own selfishness.It's as if Shen Cijing could break into the Zhenmo Tower and take "Xie Feiyan" away, and forcibly continue the marriage in this life, but he handed over the power of choice to Xie Feiyan and Xuan Zhuzi, while he was abroad Waiting for 200 years, for that slim chance and result.

But now, since he has got the answer, then he...will choose to let go.

This is the real gentleman, the real good man.

So even if he has waited for 200 years, until Huafa has been born, he will let go and choose to fulfill.

—Of course.

Xuan Zhuzi thought of it as a matter of course, and had expected it a long time ago.

But at this moment, a soft thorn pierced into his heart thinly.

pain.

Very light, very far.

But endlessly.

Xuanzhuzi walked through the towns of the human race with his eyes down, and walked through the stories that belonged to him and did not belong to him.

He had a premonition that this was his love catastrophe, that this was the last catastrophe of his tens of thousands of years of penance.

When he breaks through love, lets go of all these things and no longer feels pain about it, that is the time when he truly overcomes the calamity of love and completes his merits and virtues.At that time, he will be able to shape a golden body, soar to the Buddha Kingdom, and achieve true immortality.

Become a Buddha, cross oneself.

This is the result he has been pursuing, and it is also his real reward after suffering for thousands of years.

Now, he is only one step away from the final consummation, so how can he waver at this moment?

Xuan Zhuzi thinks so, and also believes so firmly.

But that night, the Yuqing Immortal Venerable appeared in front of him again.

"Come."

The man stood in front of him, stretched out his hand to him, only said a word and smiled, and his heart beat violently, as if he no longer belonged to him.

Xuan Zhuzi tensed his body, tightly clutching the Buddha bead in his hand, rejecting the temptation of this demon wholeheartedly.

But as long as the man smiled at him, and gently pressed his cool and warm hand on his wrist, his rationality was in a mess, and he couldn't help following and followed.

The two of them walked through the world and the world of mortals, and came to the Yuqing Palace at the highest point of Daxue Mountain.

This palace, isolated from the world, is desolate and desolate. It doesn't look like the palace of the immortal who leads the Taoist gate at all.But when Xuan Zhuzi stepped into the palace, all the colors in the palace seemed to come alive, as if the long-awaited person was finally ushered in, just like the owner of the palace.

Xuan Zhuzi's heart beat like a beating drum, and several feelings of soreness and numbness intertwined in his heart.

He drank against the moon in the snow with this person in a daze, and was pressed in the snow by the man in a daze and kissed softly.

When Xuan Zhuzi fell into the snow, and the white hair of the man on his body poured down like a pile of snow, indistinguishable from the thick snow below him, Xuan Zhuzi suddenly choked, and a tear fell silently.

This powerful immortal, taller than the moon and colder than the snow in the eyes of others, let out a gentle sigh and wiped away the tears on his face with his slightly warm fingers.

"Sometimes, I really want to hate you."

Yuqing held his face and kissed his brow lightly.

"I hate why you still love me... If you don't love me, it's fine. If you don't love me, I will leave you completely, and if I don't look back, I won't be so painful... But you love me , dragged me with your love and refused to let me go, but refused to give me the answer, refused to fulfill me..."

"I didn't..." Xuan Zhuzi couldn't help but argue for himself, his voice was weak and trembling.

"What do you have?" Yuqing asked.

Xuan Zhuzi opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

"Do you want to say that you didn't love me, or do you want to say that you didn't hold me back?"

"..."

Yuqing got closer and closer: "Don't you love me?"

"I..." Xuan Zhuzi's eyelashes trembled violently, and the chaotic emotions stirred up the chaotic thoughts, rampaging in his heart.He clenched the Buddha beads tightly, and his voice could not help being astringent, "I... didn't..."

Yuqing brushed Xuanzhuzi's white lips with her fingertips, and gently leaned towards her.

Before Yuqing kissed him, he asked, "Is it okay, Master?"

Xuan Zhuzi's heartbeat and breathing froze at this moment.

And so the kiss fell.

Yuqing kissed him delicately, opened his lips and teeth, and rolled over every corner.

When the two separated, Yuqing's complexion and lips were slightly red, like spring flowers and dew, but Xuan Zhuzi was a little out of breath.

He was dizzy, and the snow that had accumulated for many years melted under his body and wet his plain white monk robe.Every ray of his breath was full of dark fire, stirring up the entire bleak Yuqing Palace with temperature.

He had already started to panic, but he didn't know how to deal with it, or even whether he should refuse, so he could only hold on to the prayer beads more and more, as if to remind himself of something.

Yuqing looked at him with a smile, as if blaming this man for his stubbornness, but also indulged in his silent preference.

This kind of preference is a feeling that once you get it, you will never forget it, and it will be hard to give it up.

Yuqing pressed her hand on Xuan Zhuzi's chest, feeling the hot heart beating violently under her palm, and asked softly, "Don't you love me?"

Xuan Zhuzi couldn't answer.

So the person above raised his eyebrows, ignored his panic, tore off his clothes, tore off his Buddhist beads, and teased him slowly.

"Do not you love me?"

This bad person pushed him into trouble every time, but he didn't give him pleasure every time, he just asked him over and over again.

"Do not you love me?"

Xuan Zhuzi's breath became more and more chaotic.

Every drop of sweat that flowed from his body carried the breath of flames, flowing on the snow, melting the years of snow, turning it into soft water, washing away the scattered Buddhist beads.

He fell to the ground, utterly embarrassed, gasping for breath, his eyes were black and white.

"You...you...you shouldn't..." Xuan Zhuzi gritted his teeth, his head was in a mess, "you are...not a gentleman at all..."

This person obviously wouldn't do this, and he shouldn't have forced a monk to such a point.

But Yuqing smiled slightly and replied: "Doing what you like with the person you like, how can there be a saying that a gentleman is not a gentleman?"

"But I... I... I am obviously..."

"Then reject me. Let me stop, let me leave, let me give up..."

"..."

"As long as you reject me, I'll stop pestering you... okay?"

The fine and dense pain emerged from the bottom of my heart again, making Xuan Zhuzi unable to breathe or speak.

But Yuqing refused to let him go, pressing him again and again.

"Do not you love me?"

Xuan Zhuzi couldn't answer.

"Are you going to reject me?"

He couldn't lie to the man, so he couldn't answer.

He was trembling and whimpering, his body was hot and cold, and finally he couldn't help but cling to this worse guy and beg, and he had a good time.

Finally, when Xuan Zhuzi fell asleep in a trance, he saw the man holding him in his arms, foreheads pressed against each other, and his voice was inaudible.

"You're right...I force you to stay...it's not what a gentleman does...especially at this moment..."

"Since you have decided to cut off the love and achieve the Dao, I shouldn't keep you anymore, but I just... I just don't want to... I can clearly keep you..."

"Forget it... let's go, go and make your way..."

"I won't keep you anymore... I won't force you..."

Before falling asleep, Xuan Zhuzi sighed helplessly in her heart.

Fool, it's already reached this moment, why don't you understand?

If he is unwilling, who in this world can force him?

But Xuan Zhuzi couldn't tell, because he was still hesitating.

"I have to... think again..."

Give him some more time.

That night, Xuan Zhuzi dreamed about something that happened a long time ago.

At that time, the heavens and the earth were first opened, and all things were born, and he, as a stubborn stone, had not yet been transformed into a Buddhist bead, and he had only a sliver of nascent mind floating around.

Then one day, a monk came to him together and found him.

The Taoist said: "This stone was born in a very fierce place, and it has a natural hostility. It seems that it is naturally suitable for making swords and weapons."

The monk said: "In this case, I will save the hostility of this stubborn stone and save it to become a Buddha."

So he became a string of Buddhist beads next to the monk, and by chance, he came down to the Buddha's side and listened to the teachings for thousands of years, gained wisdom, and also gave birth to the heart of becoming a Buddha.

But after all, he was full of hostility all his life, and it was several times more difficult to become a Buddha than others. Therefore, when the Buddhas in the Buddha Kingdom had to leave this world due to the turmoil in the heavens, he chose to join the human world and become a Buddha. Others also complete themselves.

Before he went down to earth, the monk who first enlightened him came to him and said to him: "You will have thousands of kalpas and difficulties if you go this time. If you can become a Buddha, it is a good thing. If you can't, you don't have to force it. Know—everyone has his own cause and effect, and each person has his own marriage."

"I understand, follow your heart and let nature take its course."

"Yes, remember, remember, obey your heart."

Follow your heart.

Original heart.

What is his original intention?

The chaotic timeline in the memory jumped restlessly, and finally landed on a fairy banquet with faint fairy sounds.

The ninth generation, he is an immortal, and was invited by Emperor Donghua to attend an immortal banquet, but he was disturbed by the sound of silk and bamboo, so he had to avoid a secluded place.

He went to the bamboo forest, went deeper and deeper, and finally when he was about to reach the mirror lake deep in the bamboo forest, he heard someone arguing.

"People in the world say that gods are good, but what are gods good for besides longevity?" Someone said disdainfully, "If gods are heartless and loveless, and only want to live forever, then what is the difference between him and the land where the stones and bones are buried? Not even me!"

Another person laughed: "You were transformed from the stone that built the sky, why are you still burying yourself now?"

"You think this is Mai Tai?"

"Didn't you call yourself ruthless just now? Isn't this Mai Tai?"

"I'm just telling the truth. I really don't understand, but that's just because I'm not a human being, and I'm not born with love. But the emperor was clearly a human being, but now he did such a thing to abandon his wife and children in order to become an immortal. It’s not worth looking down on at all.”

"If it were you, how would you treat it?"

As he listened, he couldn't help but walked a little closer to Jinghu.

But as soon as he got closer, the voice disappeared.

Mirror Lake was empty and silent.

He understood that the other party had left to avoid suspicion, but he was still disappointed because he didn't hear the answer.

The picture freezes at this moment, and then the chaotic memory jumps again, returning to the night when Xie Feiyan was in Tianyi City.

On that day, the young man who was eager to seek the Tao advised Xie Feiyan not to indulge in love, but to spend more time on longevity, but Xie Feiyan disdainfully said:

"People in the world say that gods are good, but what good are gods other than longevity? If gods are ruthless and loveless, and only want to live forever, then what is the difference between him and the land where the stones and bones are buried?"

——Then how are you doing?

Somebody asked him somewhere.

And he also gave his answer.

"If the way of heaven dooms me not to be able to get what I love, then I will break the way of heaven! If the way of heaven wants to separate me from what I love, then I will crush this way of heaven!"

——Don’t you want to ask the immortals to ask questions, and don’t you want to cultivate a righteous fruit?

The faint voice was getting closer, as if it wanted to open his heart and grab the real answer.

——Even if your hard work for thousands of years is ruined, are you willing?

He was silent for a moment, and replied:

"I am willing."

He is willing.

·

The next day, Xie Feiyan woke up from a long dream.

He had a splitting headache, as if he had slept for thousands of years.

After he opened his eyes, he thought he would see that familiar person and that familiar face when he woke up. After all, that person has always been good at playing tricks on him, and he would never let go after catching someone.

But in fact, when he woke up, there was no one around, and it was nothing like the decoration of Yuqing Palace, which made his heart sink. Even the new clothes prepared beside him were not Taoist robes but monk clothes.

Xie Feiyan's heart was beating restlessly, he put on his monk's robe, rushed out of the door, looked around, and was shocked to find that he had returned to Shengyun Temple, and in the distance, the old monk who had taken care of him greeted him.

"Xuan Zhuzi, you're awake." The old monk said kindly, "You slept for a long time again this time."

Xie Feiyan didn't care much, rushed forward to grab the old monk's hand, and asked, "Where's Shen Cijing?"

He licked his dry lips: "He... Where did he go?"

Is it like what he heard before going to sleep?

Shen Cijing...has he really left?