I Make History a Myth

　　Why should they harm their own strength for the sake of other countries?

　　after all.

　　There are many abnormal animals on the blue star.

　　to research.

　　Catching other animals can be studied.

　　There is no need to touch the most powerful one.

　　President Wilson coughed and said, "Let's discuss the next topic."

　　……

　　At a time when the whole world was devastated by the new demon clan.

　　Su Hao wandered in the vast deep space of the universe.

　　a star.

　　shine before him.

　　"Xiandao, the demon clan, has begun to sprout."

　　"Martial arts have also accumulated full strength."

　　"Now it's the devil's turn."

　　Su Hao stretched out his hand.

　　He ingested a jet-black meteorite traveling through the universe.

　　A little bit of transformation of this meteorite.

　　After you are done.

　　He uses his traversal ability.

　　Across time and space.

　　from modern.

　　Arrived in Yuan Dynasty.

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Chapter 58

　　Yuan Dynasty.

　　Dadu.

　　Under the sun, a pitch-black magic star.

　　through the sky.

　　Hanging high in the air.

　　caused a lot of panic.

　　And these.

　　The Great Yuan National Teacher Phasiba did not notice it.

　　because……

　　He was dying.

　　"You're dying."

　　Ba Siba, who was sitting and waiting to die, raised his head slowly.

　　A pair of dark pupils.

　　Looking at the empty temple in front of him, there was a hint of doubt.

　　who is it?

　　Who is speaking here?

　　Just at this time.

　　that voice.

　　it rang again,

　　"You are very unhappy."

　　"You are extraordinary, you are actually this kind of death."

　　hear this voice.

　　Ba Siba's mood fluctuated violently.

　　There is a kind of person in this world who is not ordinary.

　　Phagpa is such a person.

　　before he was born.

　　His father, Sonam Gyaltsen, dreamed of Vinayaka and said to him that your son is a Bodhisattva who lives in the world, and he should educate all the Han people in the Central Plains.

　　He spoke the truth at the age of three.

　　Become a saint at the age of ten.

　　At the age of seventeen he became the head of the Sakya.

　　At the age of twenty-four, he entered the Central Plains, argued with the Taoists, defeated seventeen Taoists, made them shaved to become monks, and changed Taoist temples into temples.

　　At the age of twenty-six, he became the national teacher of Dayuan and ruled Buddhism in the world.

　　He is known as the great sage and the most virtuous, the universal enlightened true wisdom, the blessing of the country, the Dharma King of the Great Treasure, and the Buddha of the West.

　　But no ordinary people.

　　It is also inevitable to grow old and die.

　　The same is true of Phashiba.

　　He is about death.

　　Bearish already.

　　But what makes him angry is.

　　He did not die of natural causes.

　　Instead, it was poisoned.

　　There is no cure, no cure.

　　and……

　　He put his hands together.

　　The thoughts in the brain fluctuated violently.

　　But they did not express these thoughts like words.

　　He is a saint.

　　A reincarnated Bodhisattva.

　　You shouldn't show your ugly side.

　　But that voice spoke out what he was thinking.

　　"You don't want to die."

　　"I don't want the world to know."

　　"You are known as the reincarnated Bodhisattva, the saint."

　　"When death comes."

　　"Fear of death."

　　"who are you?"

　　Ba Siba couldn't keep his calm any longer and asked.

　　"I am the devil!"

　　The voice answered.

　　Ba Siba was taken aback, "Demon?"

　　"I am an extraterritorial demon star. I flew to this realm and sensed that there was a demon in your heart, so I came to be with you." The voice said.

　　Ba Siba frowned, "I have been practicing Buddhism for many years, how can there be demons in my heart?"

　　"If you have a relationship, you will gather, if you don't, you will disperse."

　　"The magic of origination comes, and the magic of origination retreats."

　　"If you don't have a demon in your heart, how can I find you?"

　　"Basaba."

　　"You are captured by death, you are troubled by death, you are in the dark, and the devil is self-inflicted, so I came to you."

　　The voice said calmly.

　　"If I get along with you, what can I get?" Phasiba asked.

　　The voice replied, "Not dead."

　　Hear this.

　　Phagpa folded his hands together,

　　teardrop.