Absolute Protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

The sky was dark, and large swaths of oppressive dark clouds piled up together.Lightning shuttled through the clouds, the dazzling lightning illuminated the sky and the earth, and also reflected the two armies fighting fiercely in the wilderness.

The bloody atmosphere filled the battlefield, and the armies of the two sides collided fiercely like two billowing torrents. The soaring evil spirit stirred up the dark clouds in the sky, and the torrential rain poured down on the world together with thunder.

In the two armies, some Taoists called the wind and rain, and set up strange gossip with their hands to attract thunder and fire from the sky.Eight hundred miles of Pingchuan turned into a swamp, annihilating tens of thousands of soldiers.

At sunset, the war came to an end, and the last army loyal to the emperor was wiped out.The dynasty that had been unified for 300 years came to an end, and the anti-king alliance also fell apart at the same time.

Kyushu fell into war.

· Half a month later.

Outside the original imperial capital, in the outskirts of the city.

The torrential rain has lasted for half a month, intermittently.The bean-sized raindrops looked like someone overturned the chessboard in the sky, and the chess pieces all over the sky crashed down.

A dilapidated temple stood quietly in the rainstorm. The eaves and outside the temple gate were all covered by rain.The gate of the temple was opened, and a dilapidated statue of a god could be seen sitting on the altar.The surface of the statue is covered with dust, and the place where the sacrifices should have been held is also empty. Below are a few straw mats instead of futons.It looks really shabby.

The storm blew the gate of the temple, making a "bang-dang" sound.Amidst the pattering rain curtain, passers-by rushed into the temple one after another in embarrassment to take shelter from the rain.

The one who came in first was a young scholar wearing a shabby blue shirt who looked frail. As soon as he entered the door, he hid in the innermost corner of the temple and sat down on a haystack.

A few people dressed as monks and Taoists came in one after another. They were all dressed in ordinary clothes. They didn't look like high-level people with mana at all, but more like charlatans.

Followed by a storyteller holding an erhu.

Not long after the storyteller came in, there was the sound of carriage wheels rolling at the entrance of the ruined temple, and soon a group of more than ten people came to the ruined temple.Most of these people were dressed as Jianghu warriors, and they had a murderous aura on them, protecting two young people, a man and a woman.As soon as he entered the temple, other people couldn't help casting their gazes at such a formation.

I saw that the two people surrounded in the middle seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and their appearance was somewhat similar. They should be a pair of brothers and sisters.The clothes on his body are extremely simple, but there is a kind of nobility that cannot be concealed.The girl's clear and beautiful face was a bit anxious, and she walked steadily while supporting the boy beside her.The boy lowered his head, his walking posture was a bit strange, and he was dizzy as if he had a fever.

This group of people was silent from the beginning to the end, and directly occupied another corner of the temple, without any intention of dealing with other people.

Suddenly, this small temple became somewhat crowded.

The cold wind was biting, and the clothes soaked in water were also damp and wet.The others didn't bother to pay attention to the group of people who were either rich or noble at first glance, but joined forces to light up a handful of bonfires, and immediately the whole temple was lit up, and everyone felt that their bodies were warmed up .

But this warmth can hardly dispel the melancholy and bewilderment that hang over everyone's brows.

...The dynasty collapsed, and the last emperor died. The anti-kings of Route 36 turned against each other and became enemies, attacking each other constantly.In today's world, where is the security?

The warm bonfire "squeaked" burning. Seeing that it was getting late and the rain did not stop at all, a group of similarly frustrated people quickly chatted together.

The only way is that the troubled times have come, and the world is difficult.

After the young man dressed as a scholar dropped a few words from his book bag, he shook his head and sighed, his tone extremely dejected: "The world today is really difficult! Why don't you follow the example of the sages and seek immortality!"

The topic turned to the theory of immortals and gods, demons and ghosts, which aroused everyone's discussion.All of a sudden, they talked about all kinds of gods and anecdotes they had heard, imagining the scene of flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, riding the sword and riding the clouds, and couldn't help but feel envious and longing.

"It is said that the world is divided into three realms, and there are nine states in the world..." The storyteller with the erhu and wat board in his arms also enthusiastically participated, and started his old business, "Gods, men and ghosts in the three realms, all princes in nine states..."

He twitched his beard lightly, and his tone of voice was clear and rhythmic. Accompanied by the melody of the raindrops, he also had a special feeling, which attracted many eyes.

"Since the ancient era of gods and demons, the aura of the world has become thinner and thinner, and ancient myths have become legends. The human race has intensively studied characters, spread poetry and etiquette, and established a country. Thousands of years ago, there were three hundred princes in Kyushu, and the supernatural talents I don't know how long...the legend of immortals and gods began to spread from then on."

The torrential rain outside the door was getting heavier, and the storyteller's voice was covered by the sound of the rain, making it less clear.

"Among the sages of that generation, there were some who understood the great way of heaven and earth, wrote the theories of a hundred schools of thought, and helped the rise of all countries. There were also people who heard the story of the fairy and god, and then abandoned the world of mortals, devoted themselves to seeking immortals, and visited famous mountains and great rivers..."

"Immortals, if they practice well, they can ascend to immortality. If they have made meritorious service in the world, they will become gods after death. They can enjoy incense and sacrifices in the world."

Speaking of this, the storyteller couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at the god statue sitting on the altar. This clay sculpture and wood statue had a compassionate and indifferent face, as if it was tolerant of everything, and it seemed that it didn't care about the worldly affairs.

"Of course, there is another category of gods who had great merit in life and were canonized as gods by the emperor after death. This can be said to be the emperor and the god."

Most of the gods enshrined in this temple are of this kind.

"It's boring! Who in the world doesn't know about such things?" The old Taoist priest who was sitting in a remote corner disapprovingly swept the dust, and became interested, "Why don't the old Taoists tell you some secrets of the fairy sect that are rarely circulated in the world."

He pointed to the sky mysteriously, with an expression of "come and ask me": "I don't know if you have heard the legend of 'Emperor Ziwei divides the three worlds with one sword'?"

Emperor Ziwei, the leader of the stars, is the lord of the heavens.In human myths and legends, it is said that there was originally only the human world in this world, and it was He who cut it with a sword to divide the triple interface of the heaven, the human world and the underworld.

"The fact is naturally not the case. The underworld is a place of reincarnation, and it has existed since ancient times. As for the heaven, hey, I'm afraid you won't believe it. The birth of the heaven is only a thousand years old..." At this point, the old Taoist habitually raised his voice Fuchen looked at the surprised eyes of other people in the temple, and felt that his vanity was satisfied, so he sighed, "Just as the saying goes: the emperor opened the heaven with one sword, and the immortal and the ordinary are separated from now on!"

"The true identity of Emperor Ziwei is a well-known genius when the theory of the Hundred Schools was flourishing thousands of years ago. He had learned from ancient sages, and he was expected to become the second sage. Later, he voluntarily left the school and became obsessed with the arts of immortals and gods. In the end, he really succeeded. Not only did he cultivate immortal arts, but he also opened up the two worlds of heaven and man, leading the group of immortals..."

"It turned out to be him?!" The scholar who was listening intently beside him was horrified, and couldn't help blurting out, "The abandoned disciples of sages and sages recorded in the history books..."

"Hush!" Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist interrupted directly, with a serious expression, "Don't say it, don't say it! Don't think about the name of a god."

As a cultivator, he doesn't take seriously the theory of abandoning disciples, and he doesn't respect the sages of hundreds of schools like ordinary people.

If he can really ascend to immortality, even if he is given the throne of emperor, he will not change it!Now Emperor Ziwei lives high in the heavens and has been at ease for thousands of years.And what about his mentor?Even though the theory has been famous for generations and is regarded as a sage by later generations, it still died young, and now I don’t know how many times I have gone through reincarnation!

As the old Taoist casually threw out some anecdotes about gods that were not known to be true or false, the atmosphere in the ruined temple became more and more enthusiastic.

While these people were talking about sex, another scene appeared in the corner of the ruined temple.

"H...Brother, brother, are you okay?"

The girl with a beautiful face was full of worry at this time. She helped the young man beside her to sit on the ground, and stretched out a hand to touch the hot forehead of the young man. The small porcelain bottle, the sound is extremely soft.

The young man was half leaning against the wall, wearing a black robe without any pattern, and the hair in the robe was a little messy.His face was as white as porcelain, with a layer of blush from the rain and fever. Hearing the girl's voice, his slender eyelashes trembled, revealing a pair of empty and lifeless pupils.

He fixedly looked at the girl in front of him, was silent for a few breaths, then slowly stretched out a hand, took the medicine bottle handed over by the other party, took out the pill, and swallowed it.Every movement is eight beats slower than ordinary people.

After finishing all this, he closed his eyes again, and leaned against the wall, as if he was too lazy to move.

Seeing this, the girl named Rong Yin only sighed slightly, as she was used to it.After all, her elder brother has been in this situation since he was born. He does everything slowly, and what he likes to do most is to be in a daze.If no one bothers you, you can spend a day in a corner alone.The most prestigious Taoist priest of Jiuli in the world once concluded that he had lost his soul.

Thinking of this, Rong Yin immediately felt even more desperate about the future.As two brothers and sisters, once they fall into the hands of those anti-kings, one can imagine what will happen to them, but the elder brother is in this situation... She can't even believe that if the guards around her are completely watching... Choose betrayal when there is no hope.

No one can explain the various worries and confusions that have accumulated in her heart, and the girl's clear and beautiful face is full of sorrow.

While her thoughts were wandering, she didn't notice that the lazily leaning boy suddenly twitched his eyelashes, as if some inexplicable change had taken place in him.

Just at this time, the sound of horseshoes came from outside the temple. This uniform sound sounded like a well-trained army. The sound of swords and swords colliding sounded amidst the sound of heavy rain. The sergeant surrounded the whole temple.

A condensed momentum gathered in the air.The old Taoist priest who was eloquently shut his mouth tightly, and the others also shivered at the same time, and the ruined temple was silent.

Under their blank and nervous eyes, the already crumbling door was kicked down heavily.A general wrapped in armor rolled over from his tall horse, and then strode in.

"Chong!"

A dozen or so guards in the corner had stood up at some point, and at the same time drew out the long knives around their waists, and the bright light of the knives illuminated everyone's eyes.

"Your Highness, please stay safe." General Xuanjia stood at the door and did not move forward, nor did he glance at the vigilant guards. Hou You invited the two of you to visit us."

After a pause, he showed the murderous army behind him at the right time: "I hope your Highnesses don't make things difficult for me."

"...Your Highness?!"

This name made other people who didn't know where it was before couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the corner over there.To be exact, the siblings.

If the girl's identity is still difficult to distinguish, then the boy's identity is very clear.Because the current emperor, or the deceased emperor, has only one son in total.That is the crown prince Rong Yu from the queen.It was just rumored that he was born with a lost soul and was different from ordinary people-this point was also used by many anti-kings who launched a rebellion later as an important excuse to attack the emperor's immorality.If it wasn't for the fact that the emperor had no virtue, how could the only son have such a disability?

There are still many fools who believe such an obvious excuse.Therefore, the prince's deeds are also widely circulated among the people.Let them think of it for the first time.

Suddenly, everyone's expressions became extremely strange.

... Even people with low political sensitivity know that being involved in such an incident is simply terrible!

In the unbearable silence, Rong Yin tremblingly stood up from the ground, trying to maintain her princess demeanor.She raised her head with a cold expression: "What if I refuse?"

"Refused?" General Xuanjia repeated coldly.

A huge murderous aura mixed with bloody evil aura came suddenly, Rong Yin's face turned pale all of a sudden, his body trembled and shook, but his eyes were three points firm.

She's just a princess, and maybe she has a chance of survival.But Brother Huang is different...

She couldn't help lowering her head and glanced at the boy who was still leaning against the wall.

... No matter how naive she is, she knows that if he falls into the hands of the princes, he will never end well.Even if he survived and became a puppet for a while, he would probably die in the future.Instead of this, it would be better for the siblings to die together, at least to preserve their dignity.

"Then... the general pardon is being rude." I don't know if he saw her thoughts, General Xuan Jia immediately lowered his face, and stretched out his hand directly to this side.

It was clearly just an understatement of grabbing, but his hand seemed to cover the sky and the sun in an instant, covering everyone's sight at once, as if the day suddenly turned into night.

"Bang bang bang..."

Just one blow destroyed almost half of the guards.These people didn't even have time to groan, they fell limply, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Rong Yin let out a cry of surprise and fell limp to the ground.

"This is the last warning, I hope His Highness will be more considerate." His cold voice directly tore through the original disguise, full of sarcasm, "Your Highness is well aware of the current situation in the world. The building has fallen, and it is not human Can be redeemed."

General Xuanjia glanced across the ruined temple with a blade-like gaze, and when he saw the dusty statue, he smiled coldly, with a hint of cat and mouse: "If your highness thinks that you are hiding in such a place, please pray to the gods and worship the Buddha." It will be useful, so why not give it a try.”

While speaking, he approached the two of them again.

"No need."

At some point, the boy sitting against the wall opened his eyes, revealing a pair of deep and unpredictable pupils.His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

The prince who had always been famous for losing his soul unexpectedly opened his mouth inexplicably. Such a shocking change made several people present startled.Before they came back to their senses, their vision was already filled with infinite white light.

It seemed that the vast sky and earth had turned into endless light, and their bodies were also submerged in this brilliance.Sight, hearing, smell... All perception abilities are lost, as if turned into a ghost.

I don't know how long it took before the brilliance disappeared bit by bit, and the perception that disappeared from everyone returned.But the scene in front of him has changed drastically.

Not far from the collapsed gate, General Xuanjia, who was still invincible before, was lying on the ground in a distorted posture, with endless bewilderment and horror on his face.

Outside the gate, the icy torrential rain continued to wash away. A large number of soldiers who had surrounded the temple also fell to the ground. From a distance, they could still see the peaceful and satisfied smiles on their faces, as if they had fallen into a dream.

The young man stood in the center of the temple with his arms and hands behind his back, facing the cold body of General Xuanjia.

"Sure enough... Immortal Dao and Divine Dao have already begun to flourish..."

He whispered something that no one could understand, and looked curiously at the statue on the altar.That strange gaze seemed to want to cut apart the statue inch by inch.

"... Pray to gods and worship Buddha?" He chuckled lightly, as if he found it interesting.

The god statue on the altar suddenly shook violently, and the thick dust was shaken off, revealing the cold statue of mud-body and wood carving under the dust cover.

Under everyone's horrified and puzzled gaze, the statue with a compassionate and indifferent expression slowly bent down towards the young man in front of him.

"Crack clap..."

As the bending arc became larger, one crack after another appeared on the statue.Then it fell apart completely.

"This is..." The old Taoist waved his whisk, his face changed in shock, "The gods have spirits!"

Outside the temple, the torrential rain rolled down, flooding the world.

Inside the temple, the young man still stood firmly in place, accepting the gift from the statue as a matter of course.There was a faint smile on his handsome face, not only did not make people feel arrogant, but it seemed to be justified.

This scene was unforgettable for those present for a long time.

Until many years later, with a certain person's brilliance shining in the world, the storyteller adapted this legendary experience of the first encounter into a popular storytelling and opera, which attracted countless people to follow.

In the eyes of thousands of expectant eyes, the storyteller tapped on the wat board and concluded with the last sentence: "...It can be said: I don't worship gods and gods worship me, and the gods will lower their eyebrows when they see me!"