Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

"Monks love this colorful world so much that they are reluctant to leave." Monk Dian laughed.

"I'm afraid it's not because I love you too much, but because I'm unsure." The purple gas paused for a moment, and then said, "I can't guess what happened in the fairy world, but the example is right in front of me. As the Tao of a world, I will also disappear one day."

The moment the word "天" fell to the ground, the purple gas actually took the initiative to move towards the golden wheel and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The crazy monk was overjoyed, but his expression suddenly changed the next moment, and he asked loudly: "I wonder if there is still immortal spirit energy in the demon world?"

"It's gone long ago." The purple gas has become extremely light.

"When was the last time the demon world obtained immortal spiritual energy?" The crazy monk looked anxious.

"The last time... that was a hundred thousand years ago! The human world is empty, the demon world is still empty, I hope you really don't have it in your heart..." The voice stopped abruptly, and the purple gas disappeared into the air.

"One hundred thousand years ago, one hundred thousand years ago..." Monk Dian muttered to himself, frowning deeply.

He stood there for a long time, motionless, like a wooden sculpture.

He didn't move, and no one on the top of the mountain dared to make a sound. Everyone guessed that their side had won, but no one dared to disturb the monk at this time.

About a quarter of an hour later, Monk Dian put his hands together, bowed deeply towards the place where the purple gas disappeared, and said:

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, there must be no difference, there is no difference between humans and demons."

When Monk Dian said the word "separation", he was still a dignified and solemn monk, but when he finished the second half of the sentence, he had returned to his slovenly appearance.

He knelt on the ground, supported himself with his hands, gasped, and said, "It's a loss, a loss. How much meat and wine will I have to eat to make up for it?"

On the mountaintop platform, everyone's face changed, and some who were seriously injured almost vomited blood.

However, everyone also confirmed one thing, that is, this fierce battle was finally won.

There were constant sighs, and everyone was still immersed in the joy of having the last of their lives. However, the scholar with a scarf wrapped around his head rolled his eyes, took out a treasure box and said:

"Senior, you have gone through fire and water for all living beings in the world. You are truly a role model for our generation. I have a pill that can soothe your qi. Perhaps it can help you recover a little."

Many people in the crowd took a deep breath and became more active:

"I have been practicing for thousands of years, why didn't I think of it?"

"I don't have any elixirs, but I have other rare treasures!"

In just a moment, all the monks came forward holding precious treasures and surrounded the monk Dian.

The Dian monk accepted all the treasures and looked at those who were slow to react from time to time with a creepy smile.

When the round of treasures was over, the crazy monk still had a bitter look on his face. He rubbed his temple and said, "Oh, monk, I am seriously injured. I only have half my life left. If I had a thousand-year-old fairy ganoderma, that would be great!"

A Taoist in black clothes had a slightly changed expression, and thought to himself: "Ten Thousand Years Immortal Ganoderma? I happen to have it on me! But isn't it a treasure that can help people break through? And can it also heal injuries?"

He was confused in his heart, but when he thought of the battle just now, he finally smiled indifferently. If Monk Dian had not been there, they would have died long ago.

"I happen to have some thousand-year-old immortal fungus here, which will help you recover." The man in black strode forward and handed a jade box to Monk Dian.

Everyone on the platform cast envious glances at him. It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. This flattery was done to perfection.

"I am not at a disadvantage! From now on, Vajra Temple will not take sides and will certainly not make things difficult for my faction." The Taoist in black was all smiles.

Monk Dian did not refuse. He stretched out his hand to take the fairy fungus and started to chew it like a steamed bun.

However, before he had even finished eating the immortal mushroom, he said with a bitter face again:

"It's still a little short. If I had a Nine Revolutions Mysterious Yuan Pill, it would be fine."

Among the crowd, a Confucian scholar's heart skipped a beat. This Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Pill was the most precious treasure of his sect, and it had been nurtured by the righteous spirit for three thousand years.

He was conflicted, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I have it, I have it."

After taking the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Yuan Pill, Monk Dian still had a sad face. He slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, my diamond body is also badly damaged. If I had a piece of cold jade iron, it would be able to repair it."

A monk with an imperial crown was full of surprise. He did have the cold jade iron, which he hid in the imperial seal. But that thing should be used to refine weapons. Can it be eaten?

He was not familiar with Buddhist techniques, so he also said: "I have the Cold Jade Iron, I will help you recover."

Fiery Sun Grass, Cold Domain Dark Fruit, Purple Gold Plate, Monk Dian reported a large number of treasures under various excuses.

At first, everyone was confused, but soon they realized, "Is this person... asking for a bribe? No, this is clearly blackmail."

After a whole round, the most valuable treasures on the field were all taken away by the crazy monk. He ate what was edible and swallowed the inedible whole, and you couldn't say anything.

"The monk's head still seems to be hurting. If there is a plant of Ice Heart Grass, it should be completely cured." The top monk used the same trick again, rubbing his temple and speaking again.

"This is such a shameless person!" The monk with the square scarf who was the first to present the treasure had a frown on his face.

He looked at the ground, stretched out one foot, teased a stone, and pretended not to hear.

However, the crazy monk suddenly turned his head, stared at the monk with the square scarf and said, "Oh, my head still hurts. If there is a plant of Ice Heart Grass, it should be completely cured. Do you have it?"

A terrifying pressure was like a mountain pressing down on his head, or like a prehistoric beast ready to pounce at any time. The monk with the square scarf was instantly sweating profusely, and his trembling hands unconsciously reached for the storage bag.

"Don't be afraid, fellow Daoist. I am here to help you." At the critical moment, a voice came.

In an instant, the scholar in the square scarf felt his whole body relax.

At the same time, the monks on the top of the entire Tianmen Mountain seemed to have reached a consensus and worked together to share the pressure from the monk with the square scarf.

Just when everyone was ready to fight to the death, the top monk suddenly laughed and said, "The breeze on the top of the mountain seems to make my headache less painful."

The pressure from the crazy monk disappeared in an instant, and all the monks who were on the sidelines were caught off guard and stumbled forward together.

The most unlucky one was the monk with the square scarf. He arched forward and instantly fell to the ground.

"Oh my God, I can't afford to lose face!" The scholar with the square scarf had a flushed face. Even with his mouth full of dirt, he still propped himself up with both hands and pretended to roll forward.

He stood up in a panic, glanced at all the monks, and said in a voice transmission: "I took the responsibility for today's matter for you, hum..."

However, everyone pretended not to notice. Regardless of whether they knew each other before or not, they could find a topic to talk about: "Yes..., that's right..., that's not right."

The reason why everyone was doing this was not only because they felt guilty, but more importantly, they wanted to resolve the embarrassment at the moment. After all, no one wanted to be remembered by Monk Dian at this time.

The sound of conversation was everywhere, and the solemn and sacred top of Tianmen Mountain suddenly became like a vegetable market.

But all this was just a show, everyone was waiting for the crazy monk to make a move.

"Hey! The holy monk is gone." Someone suddenly exclaimed.

In just a moment, the mountain top became quiet, with only the sound of flowing air.

Everyone turned their heads and looked towards where the crazy monk had just stood.

There was nothing there, no one was there.

Hundreds of miles away.

On a auspicious cloud, the crazy monk sat with legs apart, taking out treasures one by one from his sleeves.

The Ten Thousand Year Immortal Ganoderma, the Nine-Transformation Profound Origin Pill, the Kunyu Sword, and all the treasures he had eaten before were taken out and placed casually on the auspicious clouds.

After all the treasures were placed, Monk Dian crossed his legs and said, "Buddha, I am doing this for all sentient beings in the world. Without these treasures, they will have to endure thousands of years to enter the next realm."

The monk closed his eyes and chanted an obscure spell.

There were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and each treasure emitted various kinds of precious light, emitting pure spiritual energy that flowed into the distance.

Everything comes from and goes back to where it came from.

At the same time, thousands of miles away.

A mountain-sized skeleton of a sea monster no longer floated into the dim sea water, but stopped where it was, rising and falling with the waves.

Everything seems to have reached a certain balance for the time being.

A thousand miles north of the sea beast skeleton, on a lush island, under a towering tree, a two-person-high ice crystal stood.

In the ice crystal, Lu Xuan held his hands together, with a look of surprise on his face.

Not long ago, he was using his soul to seal his own acupoints, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his soul.

There is only one explanation for this situation: the soul lamp he left in the sect was destroyed by someone.

"What happened in Tianqing Sect?" This was Lu Xuan's last thought.

The next moment, the corpse poison broke out completely and quickly froze him.

Lu Xuan's current state is between a corpse and a human. If there is no cultivator of a higher realm to help him, he will completely turn into a zombie in a few months.

Ten steps away.

Zhao Rui was completely unaware of this and was sleeping soundly at the moment.

He smiled and dreamed of something beautiful. It was the Lantern Festival in Yanjing, and his mother took him to visit the lantern market.

The east wind blew thousands of flowers into bloom at night. He and his mother walked among the endless stream of people, and the cheers of jugglers and magicians rang out one after another.

Amid the joy, colorful fireworks shot up into the sky, like flowers blooming in the night sky.

He was dazzled by the sight, but what caught his eyes the most were the delicious candy figures.

"Mother, I want to buy the Monkey King Sun Wukong?"

He used all his strength and pulled his mother straight to the peddler, but the peddler was clearly at the street corner and he could not catch up with him.

The further we walked, the fewer lights there were. When we got to the back, a cold wind started to blow, making us shiver.

He couldn't help but hug his mother tightly, but found that the place where he touched was ice-cold.

The coolness woke Zhao Rui from his sleep. He opened his hazy eyes and found a layer of white frost outside the tree hole.

Not far away, a man was frozen in the ice. Who else could it be but his master?