purgatory artist

Chapter 474 Unfixed History
Under the moon wind.

The firelight reflected the baby's face.

The baby was surprisingly calm, didn't cry for a while, and didn't move his body curiously.

"Little guy, is it because you are blind? When you grow up, you will know that the world is more than just darkness."

The old Taoist sat in front of the fire, put his hand on the pipa, and flicked it lightly.

Ding ding dong dong jade beads scattered all over the ground, he sang in a low voice:
"Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen,"

"The sky is as blue as the water and the night is as light as the clouds,"

"The sound of geese goes far beyond Xiaoxiang,"

"On the twelfth floor, the moon shines by itself."

There was a sound of dogs barking in the woods far away.

The pipa stopped.

The old Taoist clapped his palms and said with a smile: "Tomorrow's food is calling, it's very destined, it's destined!"

He turned the pipa behind him, took out a sharpened fire stick, poked it into the fire for a while, and listened carefully to where the dog was barking.

lean less.

The old Taoist stood up abruptly, and went with the fire stick.

before the fire.

Only the baby remained.

suddenly.

A voice sounded in the baby's ear:

"I'm late, so sorry."

"—I am the new recorder of history, and I saw your past fate when you were dying."

The voice was a little emotional:

"Many things in history happen by chance. Sometimes history will go another way if it doesn't go one way."

"For example, you were rescued."

"Maybe in a parallel world, when your master passed by here, he didn't save you, and you weren't thrown into the river either."

"That's right—"

"We are now in some parallel world without you."

"This is because of the caution of the Nightmare Lord."

"In this parallel world, the world of six paths of reincarnation is incomplete, so it has nothing to fear."

"It thinks it's convenient for it to act, and it can kill you at will, but it doesn't know that this is your opportunity."

"Everything here is fluid."

"You have met the Nightmare Lord and you know the spirit, if one day you find a real way to deal with the nightmare—"

"Please start creating that martial arts."

"When you succeed, I will be responsible for fixing everything you have experienced here into history, turning it back to the main timeline, and replacing that history."

"Come on."

"Waiting for good news."

The sound gradually disappeared.

After hearing this, the baby closed his eyes and began to think quietly.

Wu Jing...

Extraordinary holy martial arts!
I have already lost in the hands of the Nightmare Lord, and I know its power, and I know that countless spirits are no match for Nightmare.

Then.

How to create the most victorious Wuji Sutra of Guizang?

The mountain wind blows.

Among the sound waves of forest leaves, a pipa sound came with the wind, and the voice of the old Taoist floated on the empty mountain:

"However, God does not obey people's wishes,

Just like old geese falling to the flat sand,
Miserably spent years. "

Soon.

The old Taoist walked back dejectedly, threw the fire stick on the ground, and muttered:
"Bastard, run so fast, you can't even shout back? How does it know that I want to eat it? Mom's!"

The baby couldn't help laughing now.

Seeing him smiling, the old Taoist stared and said, "You're still laughing? I don't have anything to eat. What are you eating? You're so hungry——"

He stopped suddenly.

Yes.

I can eat dog meat, but dolls can't.

The old Taoist thought for a moment, then murmured: "No, if this baby is so hungry, wouldn't he cry in the middle of the night? I have to do my best to get him something to eat."

As he spoke, he threw a handful of firewood into the fire and got up immediately.

Another good time passed.

The old Taoist came back with the two fish, was soaked all over, threw the fish into the blackened iron pot, and said to himself:
"You should be able to eat fish soup. I remember that during the famine in the early years, the children by the river lived on it."

The baby drooped its eyes as if it hadn't heard at all.

"Hmph, when the fish soup is ready, you'll know you're hungry."

……

Five years in a flash.

rainy.

mountain temple.

The old Taoist lay beside the fire, moaning uncontrollably.

The figure of a child appeared at the gate of the temple.

With a black cloth over his eyes, a dagger in his hand, and a gourd around his waist, he walked up to the old man as soon as he came in, and pressed his pulse with his hand.

"Be patient for a few more days. It's a fluke that you survived the tribulation this time. Since you survived, as long as the power of the thunder calamity dissipates from your body, the injury will naturally heal quickly."

The child said in an old-fashioned way while feeling his pulse.

The old Taoist grinned and said, "Little brat, you know what, I'm hungry."

The child shook his head, ignored him, and just sat cross-legged on one side.

"Hey, you're practicing again, aren't you coming to play a game of chess?" the old Taoist asked.

"I'll meditate quietly, don't make noise, just play by myself," said the child.

The old Taoist resentfully said: "Which one of us is the master and who is the apprentice?"

The child closed his eyes, while adjusting his breathing and kung fu, while silently calculating the battle that year.

"Remember, remember why it killed you, remember everything it did here, you will understand later!"

Andrea's voice echoed in her ears again.

In that battle... what were the gains and losses... What else was there that I didn't expect?

The child deduced hard, and suddenly heard the old Taoist groan full of pain.

He interrupted the deduction helplessly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It hurts! This damned catastrophe, I have already successfully overcome the catastrophe, but I still slapped my butt, isn't it disgusting to me." The old man groaned.

"Do you still drink the elixir?" the child asked.

"Drink." The old Taoist said.

The child stood up, picked up a small casserole with one arm, and started to boil the medicine.

The light of the fire shone on his thin body, casting a mutilated shadow on the wall.

The old Taoist watched him busy, and suddenly said:
"Come on, kid, tell me what your future aspirations are."

"ambition?"

"Yes, your cultivation speed is too fast, and I'm a little confused about your Dao heart. Come on, tell me, do you want to cultivate to an incomparably high level? Do you want to go to the outer world to become a god? Or imagine me Such a game world?"

"I'm not interested." The child said while boiling the medicine.

"Then what do you plan to do when you grow up?" The old man tilted his head to look at him.

"In a few years, we will integrate the two ways of good and evil, unify the world of practice, and try to become No. 1 in the world." The boy said.

"Obviously only five years old, what a big tone!" The old man laughed.

suddenly.

He felt something in his heart and looked towards the entrance of the ruined temple.

Several shadows of beasts appeared.

"Liu Ping!"

The old Taoist pointed at the door and said with trembling fingers, "Hurry up! Your master and I are seriously injured now, so I can only rely on you!"

The child felt a little bit.

I saw a few pairs of scarlet eyes appearing at the entrance of the ruined temple.

wild dogs.

——No, not wild dogs, they have a little wave of demon power.

These wild dogs are demons!
The boy beckoned.

The wild dogs immediately filed in, squatted down in front of him, opened their mouths, and placed things in front of the boy.

A piece of bacon, a bunch of copper coins, two sets of brand new clothes, and an oiled paper umbrella.

There is even a title deed!
Although the young man was blindfolded with a black cloth, he seemed to be able to see, and said: "My master is injured, so I will take your things, but take back the land deed, we don't need such things."

A wild dog bit the title deed, dragged it aside and pressed it down with a stone.

——This means that the wind is too strong, and when you leave in a while, take it away.

The old Taoist clicked his tongue twice and said, "Hey, they are almost mature, what are you doing?"

"I'll teach them." The child said.

The old man was startled.

The child turned his head and said seriously: "You have just entered the path of the Nine Nethers, I will share with you the important tasks of the current practice, and you must listen carefully, and you must not miss anything."

The old Taoist looked carefully, and saw those monster dogs with clear eyes, no blood, and clean hair, sitting in a circle around the children, looking respectful.

—even one already had a humanoid outline.

After about a few minutes.

A few deer entered the ruined temple lightly, stood in a corner, and listened quietly to his sermon.

Then a group of tits flew into the temple and landed on the eaves, standing still.

A bear came in, sat against a pillar, and listened with his eyes closed.

Two tigers came together, lying not far from the child.

More and more animals came.

The child's expression remained unchanged, and he just continued to explain Jiuyou's method.

After counting 10 minutes.

There was a scent of medicine from the fire.

Only then did the boy wave his hand and said, "Let's go, my master is going to eat and rest, so I'll stop here today."

The birds and beasts all lowered their heads, as if they were saluting.

They retreated one by one, turned and left the ruined temple.

Then the child took the casserole, poured the boiled elixir into a bowl, and brought it to the old Taoist.

The firelight illuminated the faces of the master and the apprentice.

"Why teach them to practice?" the old Taoist asked.

"Why did you save me in the first place, that's why I taught them how to practice." Liu Ping said.

He was still recalling every detail of his meeting with the Nightmare Lord that day.

The Lord of Nightmare seems to be a little afraid of the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

But why?
On the other side, the old Taoist thought for a while and said, "That's the truth...but you became a master at the age of five, what do you make me, a master, think?"

"What are you afraid of? There will be more and more disciples and grandchildren in the future. People and monsters will respect you. It's so majestic." Liu Ping said.

The old man slapped his thigh, it makes sense.

"Humans and demons are still in harmony now, but if they fight each other in the future, how will you deal with it?"

"I said that I want to rule the world, old Taoist, don't you believe me?"

"Haha, your ambition is commendable, anyway, I will reward you with a good thing today as a teacher."

As the old Taoist said, he took out a tortoise shell from his bosom.

"Did you see it? This is for divination. You are five years old and have achieved success in cultivation. You can use it to get familiar with it."

"Thank you, Master." Liu Ping took the tortoise shell and walked to the side.

five years old...

I am already five years old, so I should be able to use this tortoise shell.

He took apart a few coins from the string of copper coins presented by the wild dogs, and dangled them back and forth in his hand.

The old Taoist chattered endlessly behind his back:
"If someone knows divination, using this tortoise shell for divination will be more effective, and they will be able to see the dark past and future more clearly."

"However, hexagram art is the top skill among the six arts. You can go up to see the heavens, and you can look down at the nine secluded worlds. It is impossible for ordinary practitioners to master it. It requires extremely high talent. You—"

Whoa!

A sound came, interrupting the old man's narration.

The copper coins hit the tortoise shell and scattered all over the place.

Liu Ping looked at the copper coins silently with his divine sense, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

suddenly.

A line of small burning characters appeared in front of his eyes:

"Congratulations."

"With the highest skill of the Six Paths, you have deduced a very important thing——"

"The Lord of Nightmare cannot defeat the Six Realms of Reincarnation."

(End of this chapter)