Becoming a god starts from planting a Bodhi tree.

Chapter 98: Inviting the gods into the temple, the four demon gods are selected

Day one.

Ji Jingqiu was panting and standing with the help of his sword.

Zhuang Bu Tong said expressionlessly: "Take a break and continue later."

Ji Jingqiu let out a long sigh and took the time to recover his strength.

Today's Senior Zhuang was completely different from the previous two times. There was a looming sharpness in his body, like a long sword about to be unsheathed, giving Ji Jingqiu an extraordinary sense of oppression.

Ji Jingqiu held Qing Zhu across his knees. While recovering his strength, he continued to ponder the fusion of the secret techniques, and at the same time, he used the sword-nurturing method to nourish the Eternal Sword.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Senior Zhuang.

At this moment, this dilapidated training room is like a quiet and solemn dojo, and time flows exceptionally slowly.

A few inches of sunlight filtered through the ancient window lattice, sprinkling onto Zhuang Bu Tong's body, casting a faint golden glow on this sloppy man.

This is a rare peaceful and warm scene.

But I don’t know why…

However, Ji Jingqiu sensed a dangerous and strange aura from the front, that is, from Zhuang Bu Tong.

The breath seemed to have been lurking for a long time, and at this moment it finally found an opportunity to be released, pouring out slowly and firmly.

It is like a reflection of another world, which has found a certain anchor point and is trying to descend, interweaving and overlapping with reality.

But in the blink of an eye.

This weird feeling disappeared.

Zhuang Bu Tong was bathed in sunshine, and the air was filled with long-lost tranquility and peace.

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and continued his practice.

And not far from him.

Zhuang Bu Tong was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, fighting against some force.

I don’t know when.

Suddenly, a slender hand brushed across his chest from behind, and finally gently held his head.

There was a soft breeze caressing his ears, and the whispers seemed to reach straight into his heart, arousing his most fundamental desires.

Zhuang Bu Tong opened his eyes.

In his eyes, the sunlight was grayish white, as if covered by a thick layer of dust. The air was filled with a dull iron gray, and the world was desolate and dead.

The figure behind him caressed his face, trying to drag him into an endless dream.

A low laugh came from behind.

"A Zhuang, you have finally made up your mind, but you still have a long way to go. You are not yet ready to break through the sixth limit. They are all unwilling to help you. Only I am willing to help you..."

"Just like I was the only one in the whole world who responded to you, wasn't it?"

Zhuang Bu Tong's eyes were deep.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the past, and saw himself sitting at the teacher's knees, listening to the teacher telling ancient stories, and then suddenly jumped up, vowing that he must open up another mountain for the world of martial arts. The teacher caressed his head lovingly, gave him a thumbs up, and said that he had ambition...

Zhuang Bu Tong slowly closed his eyes, paying no attention to the evil voice behind him, and focused on sharpening his heart.

This thing is called "Night Demon".

Over the years, he used the other party's existence to sharpen his sword, which was transformed from his essence, spirit and will. The price he paid was that he was constantly infected by him and dragged into the depths of the wilderness.

The infection was so deep that even martial arts masters were reluctant to have too much contact with him, let alone try to peer into his mind.

But conversely, he also borrowed the other party's essence to lock the location of the sixth limit.

Zhuang Bu Tong said silently in his heart.

Teacher, I am about to do it.

Whether it fails or succeeds, the Sixth Limit will truly appear.

Keep going until the evil sound behind you disappears.

Zhuang Bu Tong opened his eyes and said calmly:
"continue."

……

……

Day three.

Urgent! Urgent!
Is there any way to make the sword of the heart sharper?
Although the method of nourishing the spirit is good, he doesn't have much time at the moment.

After deduction, Ji Jingqiu completely integrated this secret method with his own Eternal Sword and Spirit-nourishing Method, and finally named it [Ji's Eternal Sword].

This secret method uses one's own energy, spirit and will to forge a sword, but Ji Jingqiu skipped this step.

He already had five swords in his inner world, which was equivalent to directly raising five swords.

Each one is the most authentic [Eternal Sword]!
In this regard, Zhuang Bu Tong was left far behind him.

It is worth mentioning that he originally wanted to call it the Five Tiger Soul-Breaking Sword...

At this moment, what Ji Jingqiu had to do was to make these five knives sharp enough to cut through everything.

After pondering for a moment, Ji Jingqiu continued to carry forward the spirit of asking when he didn't understand something and directly dialed Uncle Luo's number.

The answer he received was that, given his current situation, the quickest way was to directly ask the God of Military Supervision to enter his body.

"Please ask the Lord of the Guards..."

Ji Jingqiu went straight to the Dragon and Tiger Dojo
[Xuan Zhen]: Junior Brother Ji, are you in a hurry?

[Cicada]: It’s urgent! Brother, please help me!
[Xuanzhen]: Okay! Wait for me!

Ji Jingqiu blinked. This Senior Brother Shi seemed to be quite easy to talk to, but why was no one in the group paying attention to him?

There was hope at the Longhu Dojo, so Ji Jingqiu directly contacted Lou Qinglan to help him arrange the fastest ride.

It is indeed beneficial to have the support of a powerful force. At least someone will take care of such trivial matters.

Shortly after.

[Xuan Zhen]: Junior Brother Ji, I've got you covered. Just go to the temple. (scatter flowers.jpg)
【Cicada】: Thank you, Senior Brother! (Kneel down to the master.jpg)
[Xuan Zhen]: It's a small matter. By the way, Junior Brother, do you have any way to liven up the atmosphere in the group? I see that no one seems to talk much...

Ji Jingqiu pondered for a moment, flipped through his few groups, found the two most active groups, summarized their commonalities, and quickly replied -

【Cicada】: Chirping more!

[Xuanzhen]: Is this really okay... (dazed.jpg)

【Cicada】: Don’t worry!

After replying, Ji Jingqiu stood up and, under Lou Qinglan's arrangement, boarded the spaceship bound for the Temple of the God of Supervision of Soldiers.

The temples of the gods are not in the three cities, but are distributed all over the planet.

The ecological environment of the Four Guardian Stars is not suitable for human habitation, and the Federation's transformation of it seems to be limited to three cities.

Ji Jingqiu took the Star Branch's spaceship to the temple. Along the way, he could see the barren land full of traces left by warriors.

Fist marks, knife marks, sword marks...

Standing high in the sky and looking down, he could see an obvious fan-shaped scratch across the vast mountain range, as if a warrior had wiped out half of the mountain range with one punch.

……

It was five o'clock in the evening when Ji Jingqiu arrived at the military supervision temple in the wild.

"closed?"

"Haha, little brother, come back tomorrow morning." The gatekeeper of the temple said with a smile, "If you don't want to go back, you can check in at the side hall. When the hall opens tomorrow morning, you can enter to worship the deity."

Ji Jingqiu looked helpless, as he was very pressed for time. Did he really have to wait here until the temple opened tomorrow?
"Since the young man is here, let him in. I don't think the Guardian God will mind."

Just when Ji Jingqiu was about to go to the side hall.

Suddenly an old man came out from behind him and said calmly.

When the warrior guarding the gate saw the old man, he showed obvious respect. Before he could reply, a priest came over and said with a smile:
"Well, since you came here with a place in the Dragon and Tiger Dojo, you are half a family member. Let's go, I will take you to meet the True Lord."

Ji Jingqiu turned around and thanked the old man for speaking up for him. He guessed in his heart that this person must be someone extraordinary as he could make the temple priest change his attitude.

I don’t know if it was a master from the Longhu Dojo, but when he saw that I had got a place there, he helped me out casually.

The old man didn't say much, just waved his hand, indicating that he could go in, then turned and left.

The priest led Ji Jingqiu into the spacious temple and told him various precautions along the way.

For example, if you want to invite a ray of divine will from the True Lord to enter your body, you must first bathe and change clothes to show respect, then burn incense to worship the god, and recite scriptures in front of the True Lord’s seat…

Listening to so much red tape, Ji Jingqiu was silent for a moment.

Please god, it takes half a day to do the preliminary work?

This is too formal!
God should be in our hearts, not on the surface!
Looking up at the center of the temple, the statue of the God of Guards stands tall and majestic, with an awe-inspiring aura.

If I hadn't sensed it wrongly that night on the East 3 Brilliant Star...

Ji Jingqiu stopped quietly, but the priest in front of him was still walking forward, seemingly unaware.

Ji Jingqiu clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and slowly bowed three times, silently reciting the name of the God of Guards in his heart.

The priest in front happened to turn around and saw this scene. His expression suddenly became serious, and he felt angry and helpless.

This child is too impatient!

I hope this won't anger the Lord God.

Just as he was about to step forward to stop it, a mysterious aura descended, and a deep and mysterious shadow hovered over the temple, and the world was instantly filled with a murderous aura.

The God of Guards really responded to this kid and showed his divine presence!
The priest knelt down in an instant, listening to the divine thoughts. His expression changed again soon. In the dark, he heard a long sigh. The Guardian Divine Lord actually expressed a rare emotion similar to disgust...

He looked up and found that Ji Jingqiu had sat cross-legged.

He sighed, not knowing how this boy had offended the God.

He raised his foot and prepared to step forward to expel the boy on behalf of the God.

He himself had no ill feelings towards this boy, he was just a little anxious. But now the God was annoyed, and even though he had the support of the master just now, as a priest of the temple, he had to step forward to expel him!
At this moment, a white stream of light broke through the air from the center of the statue's eyebrows and shot into Ji Jingqiu's eyebrows.

The priest's raised foot hung in mid-air.

Look confused.

The God hated this child, but still passed down the blessing. Why?

No, that doesn't seem to be the meaning of disgust.

But...

Unwilling?
The priest, who was already two hundred years old and had served the God for many years, encountered the first incomprehensible thing in his life.

At this moment, the rolling murderous energy fell towards Ji Jingqiu below like a waterfall from the sky.

The priest took a deep breath. The God King actually used his own murderous aura to help this boy temper his soul? !

This is the treatment of being chosen by God!

……

Ji Jingqiu sat down cross-legged, the fire in his heart flickering like a lonely lamp in the wind and rain.

It was as if a pair of chaotic and deep tiger eyes opened in the dark void, staring at him from afar.

The endless chilling sense of killing washed over his mind from top to bottom. Even though he used his concentration to stabilize his mind and kept telling himself that it was just an illusion, it was still useless. Could this be a test to invite the gods into the temple?

Just when he couldn't hold on any longer and was about to escape into the inner world, a sigh of helplessness rang in his ears.

[Didn't you come to me to sharpen your blade? ]

Ji Jingqiu felt a blessing in his heart and he retreated into his inner world, using the evil spirit of weapons sent down by the God of Guardians to sharpen the Eternal Sword in his heart.

[Let me ask you, do you really want to help that boy named Zhuang break through the sixth limit? ]

Ji Jingqiu was puzzled and asked in his heart: "Does the Lord of God even know this?"

【This matter is very important, and we have been paying attention to it. 】

Ji Jingqiu was in high spirits: "May I ask God, why did the top leaders of the Federation…"

The Guardian God suddenly interrupted him:

[What do you want to ask, fairness? Where is fairness in this world? Is it fair that you were born in hell? Is it fair that a child of an aristocratic family was born in an aristocratic family? Is it fair that he, Zhuang Bu Tong, was born with martial arts wisdom? There is no fairness in this world, it only depends on choice. ]

[Besides, the Federation does not owe Zhuang Bu Tong anything in this matter. If we had not been here to guard him, he would have become a puppet of the evil god thirty-one years ago.]

[This is his own choice, and it is also the times that make people, and the destiny of heaven and earth that determines that the sixth limit should appear at this point in time. Even if there is no Zhuang Bu Tong, there will be Ji Bu Tong and Zhao Bu Tong to pave the way for all living beings.]

[Of course...even though I am so strict, I have to admit that he has always done a good job, very good! ]

After hearing the last sentence, Ji Jingqiu exhaled lightly and said, "I want to know who responded to Senior Zhuang. Is it the current situation that the Divine Lord mentioned?"

[It’s the situation, it’s himself, and it’s also one of the four demons deep in the wilderness of his mind—the dream demon. ]

"Night demon?" Ji Jingqiu was slightly stunned. Is this related to the artificial intelligence Dream God?

[Yes, one of the essences of the nightmare is to "respond to and realize the good wishes of all living beings, even in a deformed form." ]

【Zhuang Bu Tong was able to receive His response and reach the current outcome, which can be called an unrepeatable miracle.】

[In a sense... he can be said to be the God-chosen one of the Nightmare. The Federation has done its utmost by not destroying him for safety reasons.]

[Normally, we would not disclose these secrets to anyone. Even if we only have knowledge of those beings, we will be involved with them, but you are an exception.]

Ji Jingqiu pondered and said, "What does the Lord God mean?"

[Haha, I really hope that their spirits can fall into the trap and actively enter your inner world. ]

Ji Jingqiu was speechless, and finally said:

"Please help me sharpen my blade, Lord."

【Can. 】

[In addition, we have already separated a ray of divine will to sit in your inner vision to help you share the burden of the sea of ​​suffering. We can no longer grant you divine will, so please don't come to the temple in the future.]

Ji Jingqiu seemed to be thinking about something.

The divine pillar-like sights he could see from afar were the gods of the Federation?

I do not know how long it has been.

The words of the Guardian God came faintly:
[Finally... take good care of your tiger cub. ]

Ji Jingqiu was stunned, but the God had already left.

He was silent for a moment and looked at the five eternal swords in front of him.

Under the impact of the God's original evil spirit, each sword has been sharpened to its current extreme sharpness.

He has done the best he can.

Feel that the God has left.

Ji Jingqiu, who was sitting cross-legged in the inner world, looked up at the eleven divine pillars located between heaven and earth, and gently rubbed Fat Tiger who was dozing off beside his legs.

"You little guy...have you also learned how to outsource?"

……

……

fifth day.

It rained heavily that night.

This was also the first rain that Ji Jingqiu encountered after coming to the Four Guardian Stars.

Ji Jingqiu did not hold an umbrella. The gift from the first limit of heaven and man, the indestructible copper skin, after smelting the treasure body, allowed him to make raindrops roll down his skin like balls instead of sticking and soaking into his skin.

This feeling is extremely wonderful, a sublimation of touch, which makes him never tired of it.

He returned from the Xingchen Group, carrying Qingzhu, and strode towards the sparring room.

The rain flowed like a waterfall at his feet. Thunder was rumbling in the distant sky. The colorful holographic images continued in the rain, illuminating the outlines of the buildings in the dark, combining reality and illusion.

Ji Jingqiu suddenly stopped.

This street has been empty since five days ago, unsurprisingly cleared out by some people.

Now, a mobile van is parked on the side of the road, and an old man is busy behind the van.

Smelling the fragrance of food in the air, Ji Jingqiu stopped and recognized that the old man was the one who had helped him in the Temple of the Guardian God.

It turns out that it is not the Dragon Tiger Dojo, but...

Ji Jingqiu seemed to have expected this.

He walked straight over.

"Boss, give me two signature dishes, one of which is take-away."

The old man didn't say anything, but quietly served him a bowl of clear soup noodles with a poached egg on top.

Ji Jingqiu was surprised and asked, "Is this your signboard?"

"Young man, how do you know if it tastes good if you don't try it?" The old man said calmly, "Purely handmade ramen is rare these days, and there are even fewer of them in places like the Four Guardians."

Ji Jingqiu took a sip and his eyes lit up. He judged a dish by its appearance. This noodle was the chewiest he had ever eaten in his two lifetimes!
And he didn't know what was added to the noodles, but with just one bite, all the tension and negative emotions that he had accumulated over the past few days were instantly swept away!

He let out a long breath, looking like a white dragon under the light of the rainy night, and then swallowed the noodles and soup in one gulp.

"Cool!"

"Have another bowl, boss."

"No more." The old man glanced at him. "It's limited to one bowl per person. Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

"You're opening a shop here in the middle of the night?" Ji Jingqiu asked instead of answering.

The old man shook his head. He was also a stubborn boy.

"Want to hear my story?" the old man suddenly asked.

Ji Jingqiu put down his chopsticks, hesitated slightly, and nodded.

“…This is going to be a long story.”

The old man placed the packaged takeout in front of Ji Jingqiu and whispered, the light in his eyes changed in an instant, as if lead-colored clouds were pressing down on the sky, his eyes were deep, looking towards the end of the alley deep in the dark night rain.

this moment.

The clouds in the old man's eyes seemed to collapse, and heavy rain poured down like the outside world, and a faint sadness surged in the air like an undercurrent.

The story...begins.

"If it's too long, then I won't listen! Otherwise, the noodles will clump together."

Ji Jingqiu stood up and refused decisively.

Are you kidding? How can he have the time to listen to long stories now? He is so busy that he wishes he could spend 24 hours a day in his inner world nurturing the Eternal Sword!

It’s not too late to listen to stories after it’s over.

Before the old man could open his mouth, he closed it in confusion.

"I won't pay for it." Ji Jingqiu waved his hand and picked up the takeout package on the table. "If I'm not mistaken, you should know Senior Zhuang. Could it be his master?"

"I'll bring you the noodles. My bowl is your errand fee."

"If you are free in the next two days, you might as well come here and hang out for a while." Ji Jingqiu paused, "It's only a few days anyway."

As soon as these words came out, the old man's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a sword in the sky, able to see through all falsehood and disguise, and his figure suddenly rose from the ground like a sacred mountain, impossible to stop!
But Ji Jingqiu didn't say anything else.

Before leaving, he gave a thumbs up and said, "Besides, these noodles are really chewy! This is really worth it!"

Of course, it’s a great deal to be able to eat noodles made by a martial arts master himself.

He strode towards the sparring room with noodles in hand, all the pent-up emotions of the past few days swept away.

It seems that the situation is not completely bad, and there are still people willing to stand on the side of Senior Zhuang.

Return to the training room.

There was only a broken lamp in the room, flickering and making a crackling sound of electricity. Zhuang Bu Tong, who was sometimes hidden in the darkness and sometimes illuminated by the flickering light, had a quiet expression and sat cross-legged in the middle of the room as usual.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Ji Jingqiu placed the take-out noodles in front of him.

I helped him unpack it.

Zhuang Bu Tong slowly opened his eyes and looked at the clear soup noodles in front of him with a rare dazed look.

"I just met an old man on the roadside. He said that the ramen was handmade and limited to one bowl per person. I brought a bowl for you, senior."

Ji Jingqiu smiled, feeling a little emotional about the relationship between this master and disciple.

He didn't listen to the story, but he could sense from the old man's every move that the martial arts master who had long stood at the top of the Federation had never abandoned his disciple, whom he once regarded as his pride.

Similarly, Ji Jingqiu became alert again.

Why did the old man come to see Senior Zhuang in person? Was he unwilling, or... unable?
"Night Demon..."

This is the biggest secret of Senior Zhuang. The higher the position one holds, the more fearful he seems to be.

On the contrary, low-level warriors like them seem to have no taboos...

Ji Jingqiu had a vague feeling in his heart.

And at this time.

Zhuang Bu Tong smelled the familiar aroma of hot soup noodles deep in his memory.

He looked quietly at the soup in front of him, a hint of tenderness emerging in his eyes.

He always knew that the teacher never left him.

Thirty-one years of torment were not only for him, but also for his teacher.

He slowly picked up the bowl of noodles and meticulously ate up all the soup and noodles in the bowl, leaving no trace.

After putting down the bowl.

Zhuang Bu Tong looked up at Ji Jingqiu: "Have you rested well?"

Ji Jingqiu was stern.

In the past few days, Senior Zhuang's aura has become more powerful and fierce day by day.

Similarly, under the training of Senior Zhuang, his martial arts skills are also improving at an astonishing speed!
He gently stroked Qingzhu who was lying on his knees, and slowly stood up, his momentum not weakened at all.

"Please give me some advice, senior."

(End of this chapter)