The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 189: A Chinese Ghost Story
In front of the backyard gate.

Wang Yao came over with her hands behind her back, skipping and jumping.

Seeing her brother walking towards the retreat room in the backyard again, her little mouth immediately pouted, revealing a sullen look.

She stamped her feet and shouted at the top of her voice, "Brother, are you going to retreat again?"

Wang Yi turned his head and saw his little sister's expression. He immediately smiled gently, took a step forward and came in front of Wang Yao.

Looking at her pouting little mouth, he raised his hand and rubbed her little head, saying with a smile: "Be good, brother will be in seclusion for three days, go to the private school quickly, Master Fan and Master Han are still waiting for you, don't be late."

"Three days!" Wang Yao immediately showed a sweet smile on her face, raised her head, and said seriously: "This is what you said, brother. In three days, I will knock on your door."

Seeing her brother nodding with a smile, she took brisk steps and skipped away.

Wang Yi withdrew his gaze and walked towards the backyard with a faint smile. As the door of the retreat room closed, his mind sank into the void.

The soul, emitting brilliant golden light, came and stood in front of the waist-high tree swaying in the gray mist. The aura of the yang infinite lingered in the void, like a small sun.

Wang Yi stroked his chin and muttered, "A strong man from the Immortal Realm? Or a strong man who has ascended to heaven? Or a reincarnation from the main temple?"

The situation in the Tang Dynasty world is somewhat complicated, and planning for the world after it is shattered is already complicated and tedious enough.

This imminent and powerful enemy from outer space is even more of a headache. If you don't handle it well, all the initial investment will go to waste.

What he feared most was the main temple.

Whether it is the world of immortality or after ascension, no matter how strong it is, there is a limit, and it will not be as super-dimensional as the main temple.

"We need to pool our wisdom." Wang Yi whispered, communicating with the Tree of Nothingness through his thoughts.

……

The Tang Dynasty world, Jingge.

[Do you want to spend 10,000 origin points to separate a ray of projection origin and return? ]

Wang Yi looked at the panel that suddenly appeared in front of him, and was speechless for a while. What did the main body mean by this? Even this little source of essence was asked of him?

He shook his head helplessly and said, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, an inexplicable great force wrapped around a ray of his origin, and it disappeared into the dark void.

"I knew it!" Wang Yi groaned, his face quickly turned pale, and his breath weakened.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the departure of a ray of origin still made him extremely uncomfortable.

Wang Yi glanced at the He Shi Bi in the cauldron and stopped refining it helplessly. He closed his eyes and his mind became completely calm.

……

A Chinese Ghost Story world, Lanruo Temple.

The moonlight is as bright as a silk thread, sprinkling like a veil over the long-abandoned forest.

The ancient trees are towering with dense branches and leaves. The mottled light and shadows that leak through are like a group of demons dancing wildly. The gloomy fog in the forest exudes a mysterious and creepy atmosphere.

The door of the dilapidated Lanruo Temple was half-closed. A cold wind blew through the hall, bringing with it a low whimper, as if the sound of a ghost was coming.

Inside the temple, the Buddha statue was covered in dust, with its eyes staring blankly at the darkness outside. The surroundings were covered with spider webs, dust had accumulated, and the statue was broken and dirty. The air was filled with a musty smell, and the strange coldness made people feel uncomfortable.

In the middle of the open space in the house, a blazing fire flickered. The ground was covered with weeds, on which a young man and a rough man were sitting cross-legged.

"Little Taoist priest, why are you staying in this damn place like Lanruo Temple in the middle of the night? You are a delicate person, unlike us poor rough guys. Why don't you go to the county town restaurant and spend a night comfortably?"

Yan Chixia looked at the little Taoist priest beside the fire and scratched his head in annoyance.

If it weren't for the jar of fine wine and the roast chicken, he wouldn't have bothered to care about the boy's life or death. He has no skills at all, yet he wants to learn how to slay demons and monsters!
There is no need to worry about being picked up by the thousand-year-old locust tree spirit in the temple and made into fertilizer.

Wang Yi looked at Yan Chixia, who had a rough face, a full beard, and sharp and deep eyes, and pretended to be afraid and said:

"Brother Yan, the county town is much more dangerous than this deserted temple. I don't want to fall asleep and become a human pie the next day..."

He acted out the young man's frightened look vividly, as if he had really encountered such a thing and had just escaped with his life by luck.

Yan Chixia has a long sword hanging from his waist, a cloth bag with him, and wear-resistant cloth boots on his feet. Whether he is sitting or lying down, he shows the heroism of a knight and the elegance of a Taoist priest.

He raised his thick eyebrows, stood up with a murderous look on his face, leaned over and glared, and asked: "Huh? You have encountered this before? Tell me which inn it is, and I will go and save them!"

People in this world are not human, not cunning, some people rebel, some cunning do weird things. He can't change this damn world, but he can use the sword in his hand to kill all the evil he sees!
Wang Yi quickly stood up and grabbed Yan Chixia's arm, shaking his head repeatedly and said, "Brother Yan, calm down. The black shop has been destroyed by the government officials. It's just that after escaping by chance, I was a little scared, so I only dared to spend the night in deserted villages and temples when I went out."

As he spoke, he looked towards the night sky outside the temple intentionally or unintentionally. There was a deep light in the depths of his eyes, and he took in several illusory and strange shadows.

Yan Chixia was surprised, and he touched his chin suspiciously. He looked up and down at the little Taoist priest in front of him and said in amazement:
"Judging from your figure and aura, you don't seem to be someone who has any profound skills. I'm afraid you haven't even practiced martial arts. If you really live in a deserted village or temple, how did you survive until now?"

In his perception, the young Taoist priest was indeed a mortal who was not good at cultivation. But a mortal who often appeared in deserted villages and temples would inevitably encounter strange things.

Could it be that this kid has some magic weapon to protect himself?
"Big Beard, what do you mean by that?" Wang Yi waved his hands, a displeased look on his face, and said indignantly: "I am a serious Taoist master, how can a mere weird creature harm me?"

If it weren't for the Black Mountain Old Demon's clone and the passage to the underworld, he would have already picked up the thousand-year-old locust tree spirit and made it into incense and talismans.

Yan Chixia curled his lips, sat cross-legged, picked up the wine jar and took a big gulp, smacked his lips, and said unhappily:

"Since you are a reasonable kid, I remind you to leave Lanruo Temple immediately after tonight. Don't go to deserted villages or temples in the future, and don't even think about slaying demons or killing monsters. It will kill you."

In his opinion, this kid just got some relics left by a master by chance, and gained some ability to not be afraid of weird things and evil spirits. He has nothing to do with the so-called Taoist masters.

Wang Yi smiled secretly in his heart and also sat down cross-legged. A hint of smile flashed in his eyes. His expression became serious and he said seriously: "Brother Yan, when I was young, a fairy crane flew into the courtyard with a heavenly book in its mouth."

"The crane's wings were like frost, its eyes were like lightning, and when it flapped its wings gently, there was a sound of wind and thunder, and all the plants in the yard trembled. The heavenly book slipped from the crane's beak, shining brightly with golden light, illuminating the entire night sky." "My father was shocked when he saw it, and hurried forward to pick it up respectfully. On the cover of the book, the four characters of ancient seal script 'Shenxu Yandao' were faintly visible, as if containing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, which made people feel awe."

"Since then, I have studied the heavenly book every day. Although I do not understand its profound meaning, every time when it is late at night and everyone is asleep, I can always feel a warm current flowing through my body."

"Day after day, year after year, although I haven't mastered the art of flying and hiding, I have gradually understood what the authority of heaven and earth is, what incense and the way of gods are, and I have also gained some unique insights into the weirdness of heaven and earth."

Wang Yi saw Yan Chixia's frown, raised his eyes and smiled faintly, "Everything in the world has spirits, and weird things and evil spirits are no exception. Maybe because of obsessions, or because of deep resentment, coupled with the difficulty of eliminating cause and effect karma, they wander around in the world and cannot reincarnate."

"Of course, the more important thing is... the cycle of reincarnation is incomplete, and the way of the gods is incomplete! This world is so filthy!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Chixia looked at Wang Yi with a half-believing and half-doubting look, then took another big sip of wine and said in a deep voice:
"What you said is quite interesting. I have traveled the world for many years, slayed countless demons and monsters, and have seen a lot of the world. I have never heard of the saying that reincarnation is incomplete and Shinto is incomplete. Can you help me solve this puzzle?"

Wang Yi looked at Yan Chixia, his eyes gleaming with wisdom that transcended the mundane world, and he spoke slowly:
"Everyone in the world says that there are three realms and six paths, and reincarnation never stops. However, it is written in the Shenxu Yandao: the place of reincarnation has been damaged, and the reincarnation of heaven and earth is incomplete, causing the three paths of heaven, earth and man to be in chaos, and the order of the divine way to collapse."

"Souls are hard to return, demons and evil spirits are everywhere, and without restraints, most of the living beings have become demons who do whatever they want and break the rules, with their hearts filled with desires. People are no longer human, and they are no longer evil, which has created the filthy world we have today."

Yan Chixia put down the wine jar, leaned forward, stared at Wang Yi, and asked in a deep voice: "How can the cycle of reincarnation be incomplete? What is recorded in the book that day?"

The reason why this young Taoist priest knows all this is probably because of the heavenly book “Shenxu Yandao”.

Since it records such secrets as the incompleteness of reincarnation and the incompleteness of the divine way, it is almost certain that it is the inheritance of a certain senior master.

Just like the inheritance he received, which contained various mysterious sword techniques and mantras, these sword techniques and mantras were the key to his rapid improvement in cultivation. Of course, there was also an ancient sword that had not been pulled out until now.

This heavenly book must also record extraordinary methods of cultivation, which is why the little Taoist priest can live until now.

What puzzled him was that the young Taoist didn't show any signs of cultivation. Could it be that he hadn't yet mastered the art?

Wang Yi raised his hand and stroked his chin, pretending to be deep in thought and said, "The Heavenly Book says that the six paths of reincarnation are where all living beings flow endlessly, and there should be order and no obstacles. However, the world is impermanent, and karma is intertwined, causing the path of reincarnation to be blocked from time to time, just like a long river being blocked and silted up."

"This filthy and miserable world is precisely because reincarnation is not going smoothly and evil karma is difficult to eliminate, so strange creatures and evil spirits take advantage of the opportunity to breed and bring disaster to the world."

Yan Chixia heard this, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. The drunkenness seemed to be dispelled by these words. He pondered for a moment and continued to ask: "What is the explanation for this incomplete Shinto?"

Wang Yi's eyes were deep, as if he could see into the underworld, and he slowly explained: "The incompleteness of the way of God is due to the imbalance of the three ways of heaven, earth and man. The position of God is vacant, and the power of order is weakened."

"In the past, the gods of heaven and earth each performed their duties, protecting the common people and suppressing evil spirits. However, as time passed, due to catastrophes or selfishness, the gods gradually fell, and the way of the gods became incomplete."

"If the way of God is incomplete, the law of order will be scattered, and the world will gradually decay from order to disorder. People's hearts will be unbalanced, morality will be lost, and strange things and evil spirits will be able to take advantage of the situation and invade, causing chaos everywhere."

When Wang Yi said this, he couldn't help but shook his head with a sigh.

He read through many ancient books, and from the vast amount of information, he got a glimpse of the truth behind the sudden changes in this world.

The heaven collapsed, the cycle of reincarnation was incomplete, humanity was scattered... many changes vaguely pointed to the outside world.

Obviously, it is not an easy task for me to take over this world.

Upon hearing this, Yan Chixia frowned and fell into deep thought.

He has never pondered deeply on why people are evil and demons are rampant in this world from the perspective that reincarnation is imperfect and Shinto is incomplete.

The young Taoist's words lifted the veil of a corner of the world for him, and more truths hidden beneath the surface also appeared before his eyes.

"So, in order to change this filthy world, we need to repair reincarnation and complete the divine way?" Yan Chixia's voice was filled with heaviness and expectation.

Wang Yi nodded slightly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the mist of the mortal world, and said solemnly: "If you want to repair the reincarnation and perfect the way of God, you need to gather the power of all living beings, rebuild the heaven, sort out the reincarnation, and purify the human world. Only by restoring the balance of the three realms of heaven, earth and man can the world return to clarity."

Yan Chixia was greatly shocked. He remained indifferent for a while, narrowed his eyes and said faintly: "You kid... did you come here specifically to look for me?"

If he still thought that the other party was a mortal who was not capable of spiritual practice, he would have lived in folly for many years and would not have been so unworthy as to be the iron-blooded judge whose name was known throughout the twenty-six provinces of Guandong, Guangxi and the rest of the country.

Wang Yi raised a faint smile, which was mysterious: "It's not intentional, but fate. I got the "Shenxu Yandao" by chance and knew the truth of the world. I am worried about the people, so I want to find like-minded people to plan great things together."

"What a fate!" Yan Chixia raised his head and laughed. The alcohol and passion reached their peak at this moment. After laughing, he said with a serious face: "Don't worry about whether it's fate or not. Let's fight first."

After saying that, he stood up suddenly, his body straight as a pine tree, sword energy running all over his body, the buzzing sound of swords vibrating the void.

Wang Yi smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "There is no need to rush. It won't be too late to fight again after the results of my plan are achieved."

Yan Chixia raised his eyebrows, suppressed his sword energy, sat down casually, picked up the wine jar and took a gulp, his tone seemed a little low:

"I don't care what you are planning. If what you said is true, I am willing to lend a helping hand and bring peace to the world. There are too many demons in this world, and one person is always unable to deal with them. If more people can help... it will always be good."

After saying this, he exhaled a breath of alcohol with a dazed look in his eyes, and his mind drifted far away.

He really hoped that what the other party said was true, so that he would have a direction and would no longer be like a headless fly, sinking in this complicated sea of ​​suffering.

[Do you want to spend 10,000 origin points to separate a ray of projection origin and return? ]

Wang Yi looked at the void panel that suddenly appeared in front of him and silently swallowed the words that were about to come out.

What the hell is the main body doing?

Could it be that Datang Projection is causing trouble again?
This guy has so many troubles!

Looking at the loss of ten thousand points of origin plus a strand of his own origin, his teeth itched.

Wang Yi pulled the corner of his mouth, stood up and bowed, saying: "It's late, I'll go to the inner room to take a nap first."

After saying this, he walked slowly towards the dilapidated house in the distance.

Yan Chixia looked at Wang Yi's back, frowned and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)