Chapter 2497 Buddha overcomes misery, I overcome you
Shenyuedu...
Ji Jiuye looked at Di Jiujun outside through the gap in the window lattice, "Have you already thought about it?"
Emperor Jiujun is a combination of elves and humans, but he was not accepted by Shenyue City, and because of the relationship between his elders in the past, he stayed in the demon realm.
"Sooner or later, I have to leave. I am reluctant to leave because I can wait for Prince Ji to come. Now it seems there is no need to wait."
Emperor Jiujun said calmly and calmly, "Now that I stay in the Demon Realm, I will also become the Demon Queen's puppet. It is better to leave and go to Shenyue City. But I know too many secrets, and the Demon Queen will not let me
Leaving. Jiuye, I am isolated and helpless in the Demon Realm. Now only you can help me leave the Demon Realm and go to Shenyue Capital. Xi Ziyan from the Nine Realms, please help me contact him."
Ji Jiuye frowned and did not agree with Emperor Jiujun's approach, "You have never been accepted by the elves. Now going to Shenyue is asking for death. In the demon realm, you are at least the superior Jiujun. If you go
You have to start over in Shenyuedu, and you have to endure a lot of hardships. You are my most trusted brother, and I will not allow you to do this."
"Jiuye, I want to help Miss Ye. Now Xunwu Lei has hooked up with people from the Nine Realms and is coveting Miss Ye. Neither the Demon Queen nor Bing Lingtian will let her go. And you know the seriousness of that child. If
He is really the Demon King, so I must go to Shenyue City. The elf blood flowing in me cannot be bullied by anyone in Shenyue City."
"Do we have to go?" Ji Jiuye's face was full of pain.
In that case, he would be left to fight alone in the Demon Realm.
"We have to go." Emperor Jiujun said with a firm tone: "There are faint signs of the emergence of the Immortal Realm. Shenyuedu is married to the gods of the Immortal Realm. The status of Shenyuedu in the world is not what you and I think. If we can be in the gods
If Yuedu stands firm, he can help Miss Ye."
"good!"
Ji Jiuye grasped the window lattice with both hands, his eyes were like a torch, and his tone was firm: "Jiujun, you must protect my sister-in-law and my nephew."
"I will live up to my trust."
"..."
Everyone in the world thinks that the elves of Shenyue City are just a group of aliens with only empty beauty.
Only those who understand the world of immortality know that the relationship between the elves and the world of immortality is of great importance.
The only race that can marry gods is the elves.
The reason why the Qin and Jin Dynasties have been so good since ancient times is entirely because the reincarnation master and the water spirit girl of the Shenyue City overcame the tribulation thousands of years ago and became gods and went to immortality.
To this day, this legend is still circulated in Shenyue.
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The most exciting thing in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods and the Five Continents is naturally that Ye Qingge angrily killed the second master and became the chief disciple of the Medicine Sect. The second most exciting thing is that Ye Qingge received the reward from the Chaobi given by the Godly Realm.
The world outside was constantly filled with disputes. Qingge calmed down and sat cross-legged inside the Wanjin Cauldron, trying to understand the mystery of the Wanjin Cauldron.
A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and I gained nothing from singing softly. However, my competitive and passionate heart gradually became silent.
Outside the Wanjin Cauldron, the masters, masters, and elders of the Medicine Sect were working day and night to protect the Dharma, not even daring to blink an eye.
Jiu Ci kept frowning and stared intently at the huge Wanjin Cauldron. He tried his best to look unconcerned and relaxed, but his heart was uneasy.
He didn't even dare to think about the worst situation.
"Sect Master, how is the situation?" the Grand Master asked.
Jiu Ci's ears instantly stood up.
"Although Qingge has been holding on for several days, looking at it now, the situation is not good, and there is only 10% hope." The sect leader's eyes turned red, he sighed helplessly, and looked away sadly, "You said this girl has already
There is a person who refines the Lunar Eclipse Cauldron twice, is already the Chief Disciple of the Medicine Sect, is also the Yingyue Saint, and even dominates the East Continent. He also has a child at his knees. Why can’t he figure it out and insist on inheriting the Wanjin Cauldron? Confidence is a good thing, but
You have to cherish your life..."
When the Grand Master heard this, his eyes turned red, "At least... there is still 10% hope."
There was a rare joy in the sect master's brows, "Yes, yes, yes, there is at least 10% hope. This is already a blessing among misfortunes. Qingge is not discouraged inside. We, a group of people who have lived for half a life, can't we
Are you not as good as a child? Cheer up and Qingge is working hard inside the Wanjin Cauldron, why are we all crying outside?"
The sect leader and the Grand Master did not notice that Jiu Ci, who had been waiting silently at the side, turned pale and left quietly.
Jiu Ci left the Medicine Sect and walked aimlessly.
He possesses a rare source of spiritual energy, his strength is unfathomable, and he is the little overlord of the nine realms who fears neither heaven nor earth.
Jiu Ci came to the foot of Yaozong Mountain, where there were several rolling mountains. Inside the mountains, there was a temple hidden.
Like a strange coincidence, Jiu Ci walked into the temple.
The temple looked deserted, but there was a pleasant scent of sandalwood, which instantly soothed Jiu Ci's anxious heart.
Jiuci stood in front of the temple door and looked up.
Lingfang Temple.
Buddha is different from God.
God is a real existence. In the distant era, there was no man, only God.
Man is God.
But Buddha is a kind of belief, and the theory of belief is particularly mysterious, and most people do not believe it.
I sing and believe in Buddhism, so I have good thoughts in my heart.
Jiuci never believed in Buddhism.
If there really is a Buddha in the world, how can there be suffering?
Jiu Ci turned around and left, and a man wearing a cassock and a bamboo hat appeared holding a purple gold Zen staff.
"Donor, since you have a predestined spiritual prescription, why don't you come in and sit down? Buddha talks about predestined relationships and kindness, and the poor monk has a predestined relationship with the benefactor. Why not drink a cup of Buddhist tea before leaving?" he said.
"I believe you, you stinky monk, you are so mysterious, I will not accompany you."
Jiu Ci doesn't want to waste time on boring things.
"Donor, there is a system in this world called the Disaster Body. Are you really not interested in it?" the monk said.
Jiuci stopped and looked back.
A melodious breeze blew, lifting the black cloth covered by the monk's bamboo hat, revealing the stunning lower half of his face.
Jiuci was stunned for a moment, thinking he was a bad old man, but he didn't expect it was a young man.
Jiuci frowned and murmured to himself: "Are the requirements for being a monk so high now?"
The monk smiled, "There is a person beside the donor, and she is the disaster body. The disaster body has dual fates in terms of heavenly secrets and divination..."
"You are the one who is in trouble, and your whole family is in trouble." Jiuci left angrily.
"My sister sings softly at night. Those with dual fates are in trouble."
The monk's words stopped Jiu Ci's steps.
Jiuci turned his back to the monk. At this moment, the world was silent. The only sound was the rustling of bamboo leaves in the breeze, and the fragrance of sandalwood came to his nostrils.
Jiu Ci changed his playful smile from before, and turned his head mechanically inch by inch. His eyes were scarlet as if covered with blood mist. His horrifying anger was burning like fire. An endless murderous aura suddenly arose. Jiu Ci's eyes were bloodthirsty and cruel.
Staring at the monk, there was nothing but killing.
He doesn't care about anything in the world.
He doesn't care about the suffering of all sentient beings.
He only cares about whether his sister can stand in the world.
The wind came again, and this time, the wind blew up the black cloth covering the monk's face, revealing a monster face with sharp edges and stunning features.
He is a young man with a pair of narrow star eyes.
His facial features are all revealing of coquettishness.
Only those eyes were as clear as a cold pool.
If you sing lightly here, you will find that the children of the past have now grown up.
The arrogance and arrogance faded away, leaving only tranquility.
The child who was once imprisoned in the deep sea has now converted to Buddhism and will never enter the mortal world again.
In the past few years, he has traveled far and wide with his luggage on his back, trying to find his lost soul, but by some strange combination of circumstances, he has become a monk who has no desires and desires and only wants to become a Buddha.
He was wearing a cassock, and the purple gold Zen staff he held in his hand did not match his appearance.
But they fit so well, as if they should be one.
Sister Ye.
The soul boy misses you.
The Buddha saved you from suffering, and I will save you.