Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Zen Master Wuchao, please accept me as your disciple!"

A young and energetic voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

He opened his eyes and saw a young man exuding youthful aura.

"Have you slept again... I always feel like the gap this time is far away..."

He complained in his mind and turned to smile at the young man.

"Want to become my teacher? Have you brought enough money?"

The young man looked stunned, turned around, and touched his empty luggage.

I am very embarrassed, I am just a child from a poor family, penniless, and all I have is the capital of being young.

Seeing that the young man was hesitating and speechless, he sighed quietly and waved his hand to let him leave.

"Zen Master, please!"

The young man fell to his knees with a "plop" and kowtowed until his head was bruised and bloody.

"It took me three full years to finally climb Mount Pagoda. If I don't learn the Dharma and go back, I might as well die here!"

His expression suddenly turned cold, he raised his hand and slapped the young man bitterly.

"Either get out or commit suicide."

The young man stroked his swollen cheek, feeling his nose was sore and his eyes were filled with mist.

"Can't understand people's words?"

He stood up angrily and kicked the young man over.

"You're such a loser, and you're still trying to escape this mortal calamity?"

The young man glanced at him, held back the tears that were about to fall, picked up the dusty and lost luggage, and went down the mountain without saying a word.

He looked at the young man's retreating back and let out a long breath.

"How many is this?"

He can't remember.

The memory in my mind is blurry.

The only remaining bit of sanity stayed when he returned to Hezhou, Xiniu - back to Futu Mountain - back to the pile of firewood that he had longed for...

Before you know it, a dream lasts a thousand years.

After some calculation, the time limit agreed between him and the Buddha named Jin Chanzi was coming soon.

"It should be tomorrow..."

He muttered, looking at the few clouds floating in the sky, and the figure of Buddha appeared in his mind.

Is Buddha still alive now?

In such a turbulent and violent confrontation, Buddha sent him away from the battlefield.

The stalemate between Big Hand and Shady is earth-shattering.

The final outcome, no one knows.

But the black curtain still shrouds the Three Realms.

Buddha should be dead.

He thought this and suddenly smiled.

"Finally, we are free."

……

When he fell asleep, he couldn't sleep.

Huddled in a pile of firewood and looking up at the star-studded night sky.

In such a boring life, why hasn’t a new day come yet?

He was a little irritated, so he stood up and walked down the mountain.

Halfway through, a faceless weirdo blocked his way.

"You can't leave before the time comes," the weirdo said.

He curled his lips, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a Zen staff from the void.

"Are you going to fight?"

The faceless weirdo didn't answer, just looked at him steadily.

Mechanical and cold.

After a long time, he put away his Zen staff and spat depressedly.

"How long are you going to stay here? Don't you have anything else to do besides staying here?"

The faceless weirdo nodded slightly and nodded.

"Damn, they're all idiots and can't communicate at all!"

He threw the Zen staff angrily and sat down on the ground.

"Come on, let's just wait until dawn and the time limit has passed. Let me see if you have any other reason to stop me!"

The faceless weirdo still didn't respond.

The moonlight reflected in the black vortex as deep as the sea, and no matter what substance it was, it lost its original color.

Black, that is the black that swallows everything.

He looked at the faceless monster. Even after being in contact with it for thousands of years, he was still curious about the faceless monster.

Be it violence or abuse.

But no matter what method he uses, the faceless weirdo will never reveal any information to him.

He even felt that this faceless weirdo was just a body without a soul. Only the anthropomorphic and weird body supported his actions.

Time passed like this bit by bit, passing by in his anxious waiting and the silence of the faceless weirdo.

Finally, dawn came, and the dim light of morning light filled the earth, and all living creatures were bathed in this fresh and unreal warmth.

Glittering golden light spread on his face, he laughed, knocked away the faceless weirdo, and walked down the mountain.

Before leaving, he did not forget to ridicule.

"Keep on guarding. If you guard on for another thousand years, maybe your head will grow a face!"

The faceless weirdo remained indifferent, with his back turned to him, not caring about his departure at all, not even interested in looking back.

He felt bored and walked quickly humming a tune.

The faceless weirdo's mission was accomplished, but he didn't leave like him.

Rather, it is like a ten-thousand-year-old tree with countless roots entwined on this barren mountain.

Let the wind and rain blow, and the years erode, and guard it alone, just for the original promise.

He was liberated, and after a thousand years, he was free again.

Be in a good mood and everything will change.

He decided to change his style, starting with his title or name!

"What should I call it..." He thought hard, "The name Zen Master Wuchao is too unsophisticated. When others hear it, they will know that I am a Buddhist practitioner. This won't work!"

He suddenly thought of all the things in the world.

Those mortals who like to cheat and deceive have a resounding name - master.

"Not bad, it suits my temperament very well."

He laughed.

"My name is Master Wuchao! If anyone dares to call me Zen Master Wuchao again, I will smash his head with a Zen staff!"

The howling wind and the chirping of birds in the mountains stopped abruptly after he came out of the mountain.

At the foot of Futu Mountain is a wilderness, where spirits and demons occupy this area.

Of course, there are mortals too, but they are smaller in number and have been squeezed too severely. They can only huddle in a corner where no one cares about them and live an elusive existence.

Each race has its own way of survival.

However, he doesn't care about that much.

Holding the Zen staff and humming a little tune, I walked eastward wherever I went.

He met many monsters along the way, and he gave them friendly greetings with his Zen staff.

As more and more demons and ghosts receive greetings, fewer and fewer people dare to stop him.

Until the end, wherever he went, the creatures retreated thousands of miles away, unable to escape.

He was happy and quiet.

After a long journey, he finally reached the end of the earth.

This is a cliff, and below the cliff is a dark abyss.

He stared into the abyss.

The abyss stared back at him.

With a sudden chuckle, he dragged his Zen staff and jumped down.

Falling at an extremely fast speed, the howling wind rang in my ears.

The old and sour robes were blown to pieces.

He smiled, calculating the distance of his fall.

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

He finally reached the bottom of the abyss, but because his landing posture was not right, he fell on his butt.

But everything was worth it. He patted the dust, raised his head, and looked at the endless sea of ​​​​the underworld.

"Welcome to hell."

The rowing ghost greeted him...