There's something wrong with my master.

The person inside the door said this and then walked away.

The years go on.

This matter has been unresolved for a long time, and the relatives of those who were killed seem to have forgotten about it.

They slowly grew old and died, and their children and grandchildren knew about it but didn't take it seriously.

Because now is indeed a peaceful and prosperous time. As long as you are willing to work, almost everyone can have enough food and clothing.

In the end, only one beggar remembered it.

He is a martial arts master who has broken the void, but when he left home, he became homeless.

So he has always been a beggar.

One hundred years after the contract was signed, King Yan found the beggar again.

"There's a problem. Bai Qi is a cultivator at the peak of the tribulation stage. I can't defeat him."

"I invited the elders of the sect and paid a lot of money, but that elder just promised me that if I had the chance, he could give it a try."

"When there's a chance to kick someone when they're down, your elders should just give it a try, right?" The beggar translated for King Yan.

"Indeed." King Yan nodded.

He looked at the beggar and the hundreds of thousands of dead souls behind him.

"If this works out, I'll come get my stuff."

"If we fail, we probably won't meet again."

Without beggars, these souls will be out of control, and then Buddhists will be saved.

What he needs are obedient ghosts, not a group of out-of-control ghosts.

After saying this, King Yan left.

He could have taken more extreme measures, but he didn't.

Because it goes against one's will.

He used to be such an ant, but he was lucky, had the qualifications to practice, and his qualifications were pretty good.

So from an ant to an elephant.

"Oh, hundreds of thousands of dead souls, only to be exchanged for one person who kicks someone when he is down, ants, ants."

The beggar seemed to be laughing at himself as he looked at the sky, his eyes gradually turning red.

A tear fell, very clear.

As the tears flowed down his dirty face, the clear and transparent drops of water eventually became turbid.

He turned over on the ground, and with a jingle, a copper coin fell out of his arms.

It’s a very old and dirty copper plate. I can only buy one bun, but the boss may not be able to collect it.

When the beggar saw the copper coin, he once again thought of his friend who was an official.

That was what he gave him.

I shielded my eyes from the dazzling sunlight with my hands, and memories came flooding back to me unconsciously.

……

That was three years after the contract with King Yan was signed.

The official said that he had gone to great lengths, sacrificed his virginity, and finally climbed into the bed of a nun...

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that he has discovered some secrets of the world of immortal cultivation.

“Remember the game I invented when I was a kid?”

"Tiger, chicken, insect and stick?" said the beggar.

Since the King of Yan showed the power of a monk three years ago, the officials have been very decadent.

Now seeing him come out of the haze and look excited, the beggar was also very happy.

"Yes, that's the game." The official nodded vigorously. He took unsteady steps, touched his waist, and then found a stool to sit down.

"You know, God is conscious."

"And his goodness and evilness are determined according to the lives of all living beings in the mortal world."

"If all living beings are filled with evil thoughts and despair, they will become disgusted with the world and the world will collapse."

"Do you know what this means!?"

The official became more and more excited as he spoke, and his face gradually became ferocious.

"What does it mean?" The beggar nodded in agreement, puzzled.

The official stood up.

boom!

He clenched his fist and slammed the table hard, blood seeping out from his knuckles, bright red.

"That means if all living beings unite as one, those high-ranking monks will be afraid of us and in awe of us!"

Beggar: ...

He thought his friend was crazy.

Even if this matter is true, how can so many countries and so many people in the world be united?

However, the officials continued to talk and describe their great plans.

……

……

"Only a ghost would say such a thing."

The beggar thought of his friend and murmured something in a low voice.

He thought about it and got up from the path.

A martial artist who can break the void can live for two hundred years, and the beggar can probably live for a few decades. He wants to find the man named Bai Qi in these decades.

Then he waved his sword and rushed forward, turning into ashes in Bai Qi's cold eyes.

This might be a good ending.

As for the elder of King Yan, he is probably unreliable.

Chapter 285: Extras

The soil on the roadside was a little wet.

When you step on the shoes and then lift them up, a lot of mud will stick to the soles. As you walk a few more steps, your feet will become heavier and heavier, and the mud will stick to them more and more.

When such a ragged person with muddy feet appears on the street, he will be despised by many people.

Fortunately, it was the rainy season, and before we knew it, there was another storm. Many people held up their oil-paper umbrellas and hurried home.

Those who didn’t have an umbrella just found a shop and stood under the eaves outside the shop without going in.

There are fewer pedestrians on the street, and fewer disgusting eyes.

The beggar did not find a place to hide, but just sat down somewhere and let the rain wash over his body.

Looking at the people on the street, the poor and the rich, the good and the bad are clearly divided.

I remembered what my friend who is an official said, if all the people in the mortal world work together as one, all the monks will be afraid.

Oh, if it’s like this, how can we work together?

The beggar looked at the wind and rain in the world and remembered another possibility mentioned by his official friend.

"I mean if...if you understand?"

"If there is a button in this world, once this button is pressed, all living things in the world will die with wailing."

"Then we hand this button to someone who has a heart for all living beings, but is absolutely rational, and who will press the button without hesitation at the critical moment, causing all living beings in the world to be burned."

"In fact, it is not necessary to press the button and everyone will die. Even if only one-fifth or even one-tenth of them die, the evil thoughts of the Heavenly Dao will overwhelm the good thoughts."

"As long as this button is there, all the monks in the world will be afraid!"

"Perhaps monks and mortals can get along equally!"

"And we, them, and all living beings will no longer be ants!"

When he said this, the official's eyes were full of fanaticism and madness. He banged the table frantically, laughed loudly, and felt that he was a genius.

No, Liu Cixin is a genius!

"The person who controls the button is called the Sword Holder. What do you think? Isn't this name very cool and very much like the best martial arts master?"

"What is a button?" the beggar asked at that time.

"Well...you can understand that there is an extremely powerful immortal cultivator who sets up a formation, and the button is the way the formation is activated."

"As long as the formation is activated, all living beings will die with wailing sounds."

The official paused at this point and continued.

"It would be best if the sword bearer could live forever, forever and ever."

"Otherwise, the next sword bearer might be a saint."

"Don't ask me what the Virgin Mary is. It's hard to explain."

The beggar did not ask what the Virgin Mary was. He just said, "Is there such a person in the world?"

You must be kind to all living beings, and at critical moments you must be ruthless enough and be determined to drag the whole world to death with you at any time.

And live forever and ever...

The beggar's words were like a bucket of cold water poured down.

The madness disappeared from the eyes of his friend who was an official, as if he had lost his energy in an instant.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly, rub his sore waist and sit back in the chair.

The beggar saw the dead look in his friend's eyes and felt that he had said something wrong.

He changed the subject a little and began to imagine the future with his friends.

"If there really is such a person, and he controls such a...button."

"You said, how should we mortals get along with monks?"

"How should we get along?" The official thought about it carefully. He scratched his head with his hand and thought for a long time.

"Perhaps we should set up a heavenly court, or we should just cut off the connection between heaven and earth."

"The monk takes care of himself, don't bother with others."

"Since you are an immortal, why do you still want to get involved in worldly affairs? Just let us mortals fend for ourselves."

"Perhaps one day, we mortals will also be able to go to heaven and earth, and from then on, we can truly live on an equal footing with the cultivators, and no longer have to fear the immortals and gods."

The official looked at the sky outside the window, his deep gaze seemed as if he wanted to see through the sky to another land.

He had an obsessed look in his eyes, dreaming of an unattainable dream.

This was the last conversation between the beggar and the official.

When they met again, the official had turned into a pile of meat paste and was brought over by a female monk.

In addition, there was a letter.

The beggar's friend, who is an official, said that he had climbed into the bed of a nun.

But he never said how many beds he climbed on.

Now the letter finally contains the answer.

This guy climbed into the bed of seven nuns...

They are all the kind who are new to the world and come here to gain experience.