Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

Under the ancient banyan tree, when a silk thread was plucked, a scholar in the land of Yan State, thousands of miles away, suddenly felt his heart beating.

In the old school, the scholar suddenly stood up and asked loudly: "Sir, this chrysanthemum painting is so ugly! Why do you keep copying it over and over again?"

On the podium, a white-haired old man raised his eyebrows and asked, "You have copied it so many times, do you know the name of this sutra painting?"

As he spoke, he slowly picked up the brush and began to write on the rice paper.

The scholar was stunned, thought for a long time, and said, "I was negligent."

The old man put down his brush, blew the rice paper dry, and said, "Copy these two words as many times as you have copied them! It's time for dinner, I'm going to eat first."

The scholar politely saw the old man off, and only after the old man left did he rush to the old man's desk.

He turned the rice paper over, and when he saw the words "bitter chrysanthemum", he fell into deep thought.

A hundred miles away, at the gate of a luxurious mansion, countless guests lined up in a long queue, some holding or carrying gifts.

Most of them knew each other and were constantly greeting and exchanging pleasantries with each other.

One of them, a young man wearing a brocade silver robe and holding a broken jade fan, with a face as beautiful as jade, said, "Brother Wang, can we really see Master Zhang's true work today?"

A scholar wearing a small crown said, "Today is the coming-of-age ceremony for the eldest son of the Zhang family. They will definitely take out the scriptures for the guests to view."

The Jade-faced Young Master said, "I have already memorized the Draft of the Sacrifice Sutra for Emperor Xuan's Rebirth, but the ones I have seen before were all imitations. If I could see the original today, I would die without regrets!"

The scholar wearing a small crown said: "Most people here say they are here to observe, but in fact they are here to build relationships. Only you are like a possessed person!"

The Jade-faced Young Master looked around and whispered, "I heard that the manuscript of the Rebirth Sutra contains the secrets of cultivation. If you can understand it, you may be able to become a disciple of the Holy Palace."

The scholar Xiaoguanzi said, "Hey! This has been said for hundreds of years, but no one has ever had such a chance to become an immortal. I advise you not to hold out too much hope."

The Jade-faced Young Master looked unhappy and said angrily: "You don't understand, I have already gained some insights!"

Such things happened in many places in Yan State.

The joys, sorrows, anger, love, hate and desires of countless people were swept up by karma, passing through mountains and seas, and connected to a crystal foundation-building pill.

Young Zhao Rui seemed to see everything. He blew his hair and said to himself:

"You are just practicing Qi, but you dare to covet the power of vows. Aren't you afraid of falling into the reincarnation cycle? But it doesn't matter. I will take it for you."

He stood up, threw the pill into the air, quickly made hand gestures with both hands, and said loudly:

"The heaven and earth are the furnace, the sun and the moon are the charcoal, time is the fire, and the avenue is the guide. Let us refine a furnace of peerless elixir!"

One after another, mystical spells were cast out and transformed into sacred runes, surrounding the crystal pill and forming a strange magic circle.

A moment later, a virtual image of a furnace appeared in the sky, emitting an ancient and desolate aura, illuminating all the worlds.

Countless prehistoric beasts roamed around the alchemy furnace, sometimes roaring to the sky, sometimes floating up and down in the void.

When the alchemy furnace was formed, the young Zhao Rui smiled evilly and raised his hand gently.

Under the ancient banyan tree, the once rosy corpse was now just skin and bones, like a thousand-year-old mummy.

The long sword that was originally inserted in the chest of the mummy immediately trembled when young Zhao Rui waved his hand, and turned into a long golden rope that swam towards the waist of the mummy.

The long rope was like a small snake, wrapped around a tattered cloth bag, tied into a knot, and flew towards the young Zhao Rui with a whoosh.

Seeing the cloth bag flying over, the young Zhao Rui changed his magic spell and pointed at the phantom of the alchemy furnace.

In an instant, the shadow of the alchemy furnace shrank rapidly, wrapping the pill and turning into the size of a fist.

Young Zhao Rui took the alchemy furnace, held it in his hand and played with it for a while, then put the furnace into the cloth bag.

"Okay, it's time to go out and get some fresh air." Young Zhao Rui tied the cloth bag around his waist, hummed a tune, and walked towards the white mist.

However, before he had taken a few steps, half of his face suddenly became crooked, and he said, "Get out..."

The other half of his face was filled with shock, and he quickly made a hand gesture, closed his eyes, and sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"who are you?"

"How is that possible? Who are you?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, two figures, one black and one white, looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

After a moment, the white figure said, "If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who tried to take over my body just now, but you didn't succeed."

The black figure did not answer, but quickly looked through his memories.

Soon, he found the scene in Panlong Valley and was shocked: "So that's how it is. It's so affectionate and righteous that it can even cause the sea of ​​consciousness to split."

The black figure smiled strangely, suddenly opened its huge mouth and bit the white figure.

As he took a bite, the head of the white figure disappeared, leaving only the body standing there.

Just as the black figure was about to take a second bite, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck. Then his head separated from his body and fell onto the calm sea with a plop.

"What's going on?" The black figure was extremely confused. He bent down, grabbed the head, and pressed it against his body.

At this time, the flesh on the white figure's neck grew rapidly, and soon the head returned to its original state.

The white figure twisted his neck, looking a little confused at first, but soon his eyes lit up and he said, "God-Swallowing Technique, I can do it too!"

As he said this, he suddenly opened his bloody mouth and bit off the black figure's neck with a snap.

Everything happened just as it had just happened. The moment he bit off the other person's neck, his own neck suddenly hurt and he fell into the water.

After a moment, the two figures, one black and one white, looked at each other again.

The black figure looked extremely unhappy and asked, "Can you see my memories too?"

The white figure nodded and said, "I can see them, but there are too many of them. It's very confusing. Some of them seem untouchable."

"What can't be touched?" asked the black figure.

"As for the fairy world, there are still many people who cannot be touched." said the white figure.

"Not only can you not touch it, I can't touch it either." said the black figure.

The white figure was quite surprised and asked, "Why can't you touch your memory? Who are you?"

The black figure shook his head and said, "That's not important. The problem now is that you have to cooperate with my plan."

The white figure raised his eyebrows and said, "Why should I cooperate with you? This is my body, you are just a thief, you should get out."

The black figure sneered and said, "Since I met you, I have searched through tens of thousands of spiritual consciousness techniques in my memory, but I haven't found a solution. If you can get me out, you will be the best in history. Many immortals will only be worthy of carrying your shoes."

The white figure's face froze, light and shadow flickered in his eyes, and he sank into endless memories.