Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Stop for me!"

He roared with a ferocious expression, the red and gray light outside his body flashed, and a terrifying momentum spread out.

Probably even he himself had never thought that the pressure that exploded with all his strength could be so powerful.

The child stopped, the green bull beneath him slowly turned his head, and said:

"He wants to attack us, do you want to kill him?"

It turns out that Qingniu was asking the children.

He also felt that something was wrong, so he quickly withdrew part of his pressure, adjusted his emotions, and said in a gentle voice:

"I don't want to conflict with you, I just want to buy a heart."

The child slowly raised his head, and a strange light shone in his clear eyes.

"But you have nothing to exchange with me."

He was stunned, and a figure appeared in his mind, flashing by, and then he suddenly thought of the pig.

The child's eyes flashed, and he suddenly jumped off the back of the green bull, came closer, and looked up at him.

"Erlang, maybe this thing that can make you shine has some value."

"You want this?"

He pointed to his chest, where there were two marks of red and gray inside the tattered robe.

"Yes, if you can take them out, I can consider selling you a heart."

The child stared at his chest, his eyes with vague meaning, seeming to penetrate the shallow obstacles and lock directly on the two marks.

"I... I'll try."

He took a deep breath, pulled open his collar, slowly reached his hand towards his chest, and touched it cautiously.

"Bah—" It sounded like a sound made by burning foreign objects.

He held his aching hand and was secretly shocked. The red and gray marks on his chest were flowing rapidly, blooming with divine light, revealing the inviolable sanctity of all things.

"I can't do it!" He looked helpless.

"Can't you control your own things?"

"This thing is not mine. It was given to me by a pig. I actually don't understand it very well."

"This……"

The child seemed a little embarrassed.

"How about you take another look..."

"Do not talk!"

The child interrupted him and turned back to find the green cow. He followed closely, fearing that he would let the betrayer run away.

"What did Laojun say?" The child gently stroked the raised horns of the green bull's head.

"Who is Laojun?" he asked puzzledly.

The child rolled his eyes at him and did not answer.

The green bull frowned in a very humane manner, and its eyes as big as copper bells bulged.

"Let me ask." Qingniu made a low voice, but his tone was a little childish.

As soon as he finished speaking, the horn on the top of Qing Niu's head was already shining with silver light, and the bright light reflected on the child's innocent face, making it seem a bit unreal.

He always felt that there was something abnormal about this caring doll, and the aura it gave off also made him feel cool.

Like... like orthodox divine power!

If you sniff carefully, you can smell a strong fragrance of elixir.

The child looked a little anxious, as if waiting for Qingniu's reply.The latter is immersed in a brilliant silver light, giving people a sense of enlightenment.

After waiting for a long time, he became impatient, and the children also became impatient. Both wanted to urge him.

But the silver light bloomed to the most brilliant level at this time, and the whole world was reflected into a silver ocean.

The green bull raised his head at the right time and mooed loudly. The silver light retracted along the other side of the clouds and penetrated into the horns above his head.

"Laojun said, let him go to the West." Qingniu said the words in a cold voice.

The child understood, patted the stunned man, took out a fresh black heart from the void, displayed it in front of him, and said:

"If you are willing to go to the West, this heart will be yours."

"What are you doing in the west?"

"Find someone."

"Who?"

"You will know when you go."

He looked at the beating black heart, swallowed, and nodded with difficulty.

When he thought about it, he was going wherever he went. Next time he woke up from sleep, he might not know where he would be!

The child was very happy. After he agreed to go to the West, he immediately put the black heart in his arms without doubting his credibility.

"I'm leaving, you have to remember - go to the West!"

"understand!"

He said perfunctorily, and he couldn't wait to cut open his chest, avoiding the two marks of gold and gray, and pressed the black heart into it.

Before the child left, he climbed onto the green bull's back, playing the flute around his waist, and looked at him expectantly.

Those with a black heart will be possessed by evil spirits and will die in hell.

He didn't even feel the pain.

I don't know what happened to my body, but it must be that I escaped from the mortal world, so I have such a free creation.

After the black heart entered his body, he screamed in pain.

He felt endless pain, like a furious wave, continuously impacting his body, his consciousness, and even his soul!

This situation lasted for an unknown amount of time. Finally, the tide receded and the pain suddenly stopped.

He found that his chest had become fuller, and that was the sound of his heartbeat that he had not heard for a long time.

"Okay...great!" He smiled happily, like a simple child.

On days when you lose your heart, even if it is a vague period of unconsciousness, you will still feel a sense of loss.

Day and night in Futu Mountain, he slept in a pile of firewood, unable to hear the familiar sounds and tossing and turning.

But now all the pain is over.

He was determined and could finally fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

The child squinted his eyes, and a scene filled with death was reflected in his clear and transparent pupils.

"Thank you." He said sincerely, "No matter where the West is or how far it is, I will definitely go!"

The child nodded, smiled back, and then floated away on the green bull.

"Hey, hey, what a handsome boy, look at him."

"Everything is empty - everything is allowed - hey."

"The heart is ruthless - as cut as the sea!"

"If you let go of fear, the flame will burn your soul - there are many good hearts -"

The melodious flute sound came again.

The other side of the clouds, the end of the sky.

The sound of children humming songs gradually faded away.

He looked down at his chest, listening to the strong heartbeat, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

At a time when he was unaware and unknown.

The invisible death energy steamed up from the depths of his soul, surrounding his consciousness, surging over and over again.

On the chest covered by the robe, two golden and gray marks shone brightly.

The gray one is more conspicuous. While flowing at extremely high speed, it expands the area bit by bit, as if it wants to swallow up the golden mark.

He didn't notice it.

Looking around, there are endless colorful clouds, shadows on the other shore are constantly wandering, and the faint fairy spirit floats in, refreshing the mouth and nose.

"The Western Heaven, I heard it is the place where the Buddha lives..." He thought of this, "As a man, you must keep your word. Now go back to Futu Mountain to pack your luggage and go to the Western Heaven!"

After thinking about it, he removed the floating power and fell downwards...