Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 610 Demon Seed
And a few days ago, after Cao Wei and Ming Yong saw off Master Bo Shang riding a crane, they were not disturbed and still feasted for half a day, and finally enjoyed themselves.

As the banquet was about to end, Cao Wei, who was already half drunk, stood up, shook his long sleeves, and then bowed gracefully, saying happily: "I would like to thank you for your hospitality."

Hearing this, Ming Yong stood up and stepped forward, supporting Cao Wei, and said with a smile: "Xuan Hong, what you said is too polite. In this world, you and I are from the same hometown. If we don't support each other, we will be laughed at by others. Unfortunately, the current situation is quite tense. The Xuanji Venerable of the Linglong Realm has become a demon and caused trouble. All parties have taken the opportunity to kill and clip his wings. My friends are all busy, otherwise I would take this opportunity to introduce you and the other party. Next time, there will be a chance next time."

"Then I'll have to trouble you to arrange it." Cao Wei said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ming Yong laughed out loud and said, "Okay, okay, Xuan Hong is a great man of the time. Those old guys have been asking me about you hundreds of years ago."

"I have been in spiritual communication with the seniors in the spiritual world for a long time." Cao Wei said with a smile.

"There will be a chance. Xuanhong has just arrived in the spiritual world and is exhausted from the long journey. He should take a good rest for a few days first." Ming Yong said.

Then it shouted: "Someone come!"

As soon as these words fell, two warriors in golden armor came out of the palace gate, bowed and said, "I am here, please give me your orders, sir."

"Has the Wuming Palace been cleaned up?" Ming Yong asked.

"Everything is packed up." One of the golden-armored warriors responded.

"Go down and prepare the car quickly." Ming Yong ordered.

Having said that, it looked at Cao Wei and said, "Xuanhong, thirty-eight thousand miles to the east, I have a palace there called Wuming Palace. This palace was built on the Wuming Realm, intercepting the spiritual energy of one realm for its own use. You will practice here for the next hundred years. Although the place is a bit remote, it is quiet. Since Bo Shang said that you can practice here for a hundred years, no one will dare to disturb you."

In the thirty-three heavens such as the 'Taiyin Heaven', unlike the lower Profound Realm, only the upper three levels of cultivators can perform the art of teleportation.

When he saw Cao Wei trying to politely decline, Ming Yong frowned and feigned anger, "The gift from an elder cannot be declined. Does Xuan Hong look down on me?"

The two golden-armored warriors retreated quietly.

"Since it is your kindness, I will accept it." Cao Wei bowed and thanked him.

"That's good, that's good. More than a thousand years ago, if it weren't for your help, I wouldn't be where I am today." Ming Yong said with a smile.

At this point, it suddenly showed a melancholy look, and recalled: "The Lower Profound Realm is really a cage, and we are all prisoners in the cage, helpless. In that purgatory on earth, people eat people, and anyone with a little compassion in their hearts will be eaten up by others. At that time, I was a great monk, but in the end I couldn't even protect my two daughters. How sad!"

Upon hearing this, Cao Wei recalled the things he couldn't bear to recall, and he felt the same way. He sighed and said, "It's all over. I hope you can accept my condolences, brother!"

Ming Yong smiled bitterly and said, "When I first came to the spirit world, my brother shamelessly begged the master to find a good family for my two daughters to reincarnate into. I only hope that they will be safe in their next life and not embark on the path of cultivation again."

At this point, it asked slowly, "Brother, you have let it go, but can you really let it go?"

"Whether I can let it go or not, what does it matter? Anything that is beyond my power is fate. Venerable Meng Ji resurrected through my son's body. Do you think that with my current strength, I can get the so-called justice? Or do I need it? The so-called justice is just an unrealistic thing." Cao Wei said calmly.

After a short pause, he chuckled, "Brother, what you said about this person is really ridiculous. With a little strength, he acts recklessly, but when he is wronged, he points his finger at the sky, hating the injustice! I have been practicing for nearly two thousand years, and I don't know how many wronged souls I have killed. Are they wrong? They are just weak! Let the past go with the wind."

In the past, the two aging gods, the golden-winged Peng Yunji and the black-water snake Wuli, devoured the human race and plundered the vitality to prolong their lives in order to maintain their own vitality.

In a very short period of time, more than 800 million mortals and cultivators of the human race died.

Generally speaking, the Divine Transformation cultivators in the Lower Profound Realm are extremely self-restrained. No one wants to be the first to break the tacit understanding between each other and start a massacre of the younger generations of their own tribe.

Once this balance is broken, the only ones who will suffer are those with lower cultivation.

What the low-level cultivators did at that time were just minor fights, but Cao Wei and the dozen or so Jindan cultivators standing at the top of the Lower Profound Realm let go. In their eyes, whether it was a Yuanying cultivator or an ordinary mortal creature, there was not much difference in essence.

At that time, Cao Wei, as a god transformed from the human race, did not feel much grief in his heart. Instead, he felt that the time had come and it was profitable.

Taking this opportunity, he set off for the spiritual country established by the Golden Winged Roc and the Black Water Mystic Snake in the Southern Wilderness, and slaughtered all the cultivators of the two tribes from the Nascent Soul Stage to the Qi Refining Stage in one breath, plundered their vitality, and refined it into the Withering and Flourishing Seal.

How many souls have died at his hands? More than millions.

When he exterminated the Ling Kingdom, he did not consider whether the cultivators of these two tribes were at fault, nor did he put himself in their shoes. He only considered his own needs.

After seeing Cao Wei so lightly reveal the hatred for his son's murder, Ming Yong stared at his face with a frown.

After a long while, Ming Yong sighed softly: "No wonder I am in a dilemma, but you can stand out from this."

At this point, it slowly said, "Alas, in this world, being weak is the greatest sin, and we cannot afford to have the slightest bit of compassion. In your Chongwu Domain, Daoist Xuanbei was extremely talented, but it was a pity that he chose not to die in the end, and his soul returned to the netherworld? We thought he treated everyone equally and practiced equality for all beings, and sacrificed his life for the dozen or so swallowing ghosts. But I know that he had already given up at that time, and understood that although he spread good deeds, he could only save thousands of people, and could never save all people. He disdained the Hinayana Buddhism, and he could not practice the Mahayana Buddhism, so in the end he could only die. Now he is in the netherworld, and he still feels unwilling, and has turned into the ghost messenger who takes souls."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist suddenly surged out of Cao Wei's body, condensing into a vague human figure.

The swallowing ghost that was living in his body couldn't help but curse angrily: "That old monk was cheerful all day long and looked very optimistic. How could he die of sorrow?"

"How dare you speak here?" Cao Wei said with a slightly cold expression.

Hearing this, Tun Ming Xu instinctively showed a hint of fear.

Seeing this, Ming Yong smiled and asked, "Brother, this Swallowing Dark should be the one that escaped from Xuan Bei, right? Does it have a name now?"

"I call it 'Xu', which means that the virtual and the real are interdependent." Cao Wei said slowly.

Hearing this, Ming Yong nodded slightly and said slowly: "Friend Xu, those who are indignant about the injustices in the world are not pessimistic people, but optimistic, because they think that the world can still be saved. On the contrary, those who smile and do not want to argue are the real pessimists. Although you were born in the seven emotions and six desires, you are like a fish in water without knowing it, and you do not understand what the seven emotions and six desires are. But if you want to transform into an outer demon, you must understand the true meaning of this."

"What do you mean?" Xu couldn't help but ask.

However, Ming Yong shook his head slightly and recalled: "Hundreds of years ago, a Bodhisattva under the seat of Sakyamuni Buddha came to Taiyintian to visit the master. I was fortunate to meet him. If I hadn't told others, others would not have known that the Bodhisattva was actually the Swallowing Dark."

In Buddhism, the monks in the fusion stage are called Vajra Arhat, while the monks in the calamity crossing stage are called Bodhisattva. However, in the outside world, it is usually customary to call the monks in the fusion stage "Zhenren" and the monks in the calamity crossing stage "Zhenjun".

Upon hearing this, Cao Wei asked, "Since he was born from the Swallowing Darkness, can this Bodhisattva obtain the fruit of immortality?"

Hearing this, Ming Yong shook his head slightly: "Tunming is a creature from the virtual world, so he can't participate in this fight for the immortal fruit. But this Bodhisattva is attached to the True Lord Jueyue of the White Horse Temple. If the True Lord Jueyue attains enlightenment, then the other party can also get a chance to transform into an extraterritorial demon."

At this point, it said slowly: "Does Xuan Hong still remember Bai Yun, Xuan Bei's disciple?"

"I met him once several decades ago! He can be considered a good friend of mine." Cao Wei said calmly.

"Brother, I have heard from that guy Bo Shang that when Jueyue was comprehending Buddhism in the past, something went wrong and he almost went astray, and the demon seed in his body was stripped away." Ming Yong said slowly.

"Brother, what you said is..." Cao Wei frowned slightly.

Hearing this, Ming Yong nodded slightly and said, "That's right, Bai Yun is the demon seed that True Lord Jue Yue stripped away, and it landed in the Lower Profound Realm and took shape."

"It seems that Baiyun will soon come to Lingxuan Realm." Cao Wei chuckled.

"Maybe. That depends on what Master Jueyue means." Ming Yong said slowly.

"Brother, let me ask you a question. What kind of person is Master Jueyue? If you have any taboos, forget it." Cao Wei asked.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, and True Lord Jueyue doesn't care about these things. In terms of age, he is slightly older than Venerable Shiheng by two or three hundred years, and now he is less than fifteen thousand years old. He has a compassionate heart, but also a fierce look. Don't worry, brother. Jueyue has always acted uprightly, and he would never do such a thing as bullying the weak. The Tunming Curse Leader who plotted against you on the way when you came here before was definitely not the other party's doing." Ming Yong said slowly.

"Then I can rest assured. We can't make so many enemies right away. That would make us unable to sleep or eat well." Cao Wei said with a smile.

"The master is out now and is not here. Otherwise, the other party would not dare to use the Swallowing the Underworld Curse to attack you. But if this happens again, it will be a naked provocation. At that time, even if the master does not say anything, Bo Shang and the other six will not allow them to stand idly by and will definitely find out the mastermind behind the scenes." Ming Yong said slowly.

"There is no need to trouble Venerable Taiyin and the other True Lords with my affairs. I will just be more vigilant myself." Cao Wei said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ming Yong shook his head slightly: "Although my brother is just a small fusion stage cultivator, it is also my mount, and it still has some face in the outside world. For the next hundred years, you can rest assured."

As he was speaking, the golden-armored warrior who had left earlier stood outside the palace gate, bowed, and said respectfully, "Sir, the carriage is ready and is waiting outside the palace."

Hearing this, Ming Yong smiled and said, “Brother, follow me!”

As soon as it finished speaking, it walked outside, leading Cao Wei and Zhu Jin to the outside of the hall, riding the clouds and wind, and soaring into the sky.

I saw a chariot with eight horses floating in the air. The chariot was decorated with emerald pearls and jade fish patterns, and it was extremely gorgeous.

On his left and right were fairies and winged children, as well as officials, who followed him in order, with treasured canopies and colorful flags and feathered banners.

A maid came forward and helped Cao Wei get on the carriage, while Zhu Jin sat sideways on the shaft.

After they were seated, Cao Wei saw Ming Yong wanted to see him off, so he immediately bowed and said, "Brother, please stay. I will come back to thank you in a few days after I have settled down."

"Then brother can be waiting!" Ming Yong said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Jinbiao started his chariot and the group of people headed off into the distance.

Ming Yong turned around only after watching Cao Wei go away.

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In the carriage, Cao Wei closed his eyes and pretended to sleep to relax, without saying a word all the way.

After traveling thirty-eight thousand miles east, he seemed to realize that he had passed through many spaces, and he opened his eyes. Suddenly, a sacred mountain appeared in front of him, with a palace built on the mountainside.

A female official who was accompanying the emperor bowed and said, "Senior, we have arrived at the Wuming Land."

This person's cultivation is not low, he is at the early stage of transformation. Unfortunately, his spiritual roots are single, and although he has made great progress in his early practice, he does not have much future.

The natural spiritual roots in the Lower Profound Realm, after arriving in the Spiritual Profound Realm, ended up in the lowest state.

Hearing this, Cao Wei nodded slightly, then he stood up and flew out of the carriage, and said, "You all go to a place to practice. If there is anything, I will call you."

Upon hearing this, the people accompanying him said happily: "Thank you, senior."

Cao Wei and Zhu Jin flew towards the palace where the Wuming Lingshan Mountain was located.

When he arrived at the palace, he felt the abundant spiritual energy here and sighed: "What a great place to cultivate one's spirit and nature!"

"Master, this place is indeed a great place for cultivation. Mingyong is very polite." Zhu Jin said with a smile.

"It's just to repay my favor." Cao Wei said slowly.

At this point, he secretly said, "We were attacked right after arriving. Either it was the instigation of the six True Lords including Bo Shang, or someone among them colluded with the outside world and had secret dealings with the inside and outside. In this cloudy day, these guys can't hold back. If they were in the outside world, how could they give up so easily?"

Thinking of this, he felt a little more urgent.

After a few breaths, Cao Wei put away his distracting thoughts, walked towards the quiet room, sat cross-legged, and refined the spiritual wine, delicacies, elixirs and other spiritual items he had eaten at the banquet.

Before he knew it, three to five years had passed. He had finally completely refined his magic power and stabilized his Dongxu realm.

(End of this chapter)