Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

"Hurry up, the Ten Thousand Monsters Festival is about to begin."

The powerful people from all sides of the demon world gathered in the square of the Demon King Palace, looked at the handsome and compassionate statue, and knelt down devoutly.

The young demon looked at it in confusion, stretched out his hand and grabbed his grandfather's tail, and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, why do we demons worship a human?"

"Child, that is not worship, that is summoning the soul, summoning the illusory soul."

Xiao Yao was puzzled: "But Dad said that this ceremony has been held again and again, but there has never been any result."

The old man's eyes turned red when he talked about this, and he knelt down tremblingly. They knew it was fruitless. The high and mighty Demon King searched all over the world and tried all kinds of means, but he couldn't find any remaining soul.

When the Ten Thousand Demons Ceremony was over, the soul beads on the magic circle still did not fluctuate at all, and many respected demons burst into tears.

Inside the Demon King's Palace, the man sitting at the top was playing with a peach blossom in his hand. His long silver hair was as abundant as the snow in the wilderness. Only his eyes were gray and white as if there was no other color. They were dead silent and lifeless.

He sighed softly, "Still, no results?"

The Demon King closed his eyes, moved his fingers slightly, and quietly weaved a dream, sinking himself into it, not wanting to wake up.

A little koi fish lived in the back mountain of a Zen sect since childhood and grew up listening to Buddhist teachings, not to mention the little monk who ran to it every few days and told it Buddhist scriptures.

After a while, the little koi also became imbued with the spirit of Zen.

Other Zen monks often came to feed him, but his favorite was the one named Mo Lian.

There are good and bad people in Zen Buddhism. Not everyone is like the little monk. When he was in the pond, he heard many voices of jealousy towards the little monk.

The little koi was very angry.

The sound of Buddhist chants rang in my ears, the evening bells rang, the clouds suddenly became low, as if brewing something, and a bright bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, tearing apart the gloomy weather.

The little koi was terrified and was hit hard. Just when he thought he was going to die, suddenly a voice rang out.

"Little guy, why did you run out?"

The young man in the white monk's robe was smiling, his fingers were as white as snow, with a slight pink tint on his fingertips. The little koi looked at the boy stupidly, its head a mess.

When he heard him say that he wanted to go down the mountain to gain experience, he suddenly felt reluctant to let him go. Finally, the young man gently placed the umbrella in his hand over one side of the pond and turned to go to the main hall.

After the young man left, the thunderbolt struck again. If it weren't for the umbrella he left behind, he would not have survived this disaster.

He stayed in the pond, practicing, watching autumn turn into winter, waiting for the young man to come back.

Fortunately, the young monks in the temple always talk about the boy from time to time.

When he heard that the young man had become a world-famous Buddhist, he just listened there stupidly, no one knew what he was thinking.

The Buddhist disciple came back and went into seclusion to practice again. He seemed to have forgotten about the fish. The little koi felt very sad.

After he transformed into a human form, he glanced at that person from afar. He had long lost the youthful look he had when he fed himself in the pond. He was no longer the relaxed and happy person who squatted by the pond, smiling and telling himself to grow up quickly.

Everyone around the boy is very strong, and everyone can fight alongside him.

The little koi fish felt so inferior in his heart that he didn't even dare to go up and say hello.

He really wanted to ask, do you remember a little koi?

Finally, the little koi went to the East China Sea, where he transformed his talent after surviving many life-threatening situations. He didn't even know how long he had stayed in the secret realm of the East China Sea.

At the coming-of-age ceremony, the little koi slowly jumped out of the water under the gaze of its fellow carp. Its red tail fin was slightly stained by the spring-colored sea water. Mysterious and ancient French words lingered on its body, and its bloodline was extremely pure.

He was very happy, and hurriedly said goodbye to his tribesmen and prepared to go find that person.

He happened to hear about the war, and his heart became more and more uneasy. When he arrived at the boundary mountain between mountains and seas, he saw people in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, looking at all living beings in silence with such compassion and ruthlessness.

Then he fell backwards gracefully.

It was as if it had no attachment at all, and it used itself to complete the laws of the human and demon worlds that were destroyed in this war.

The little koi came to his side, hugged him from mid-air, and cried so hard that he couldn't utter a word.

Perhaps he shed too many tears, and they dripped onto that pale face. That person's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at it for a long time.

"Yes, little koi?"

The little koi tried every possible means, holding his body and seeking help everywhere, he broke into many ancient families, entered the abyss of the underworld, and knelt down humbly to beg for help.

The result, without exception, is that the soul is torn apart and there is no way to save it.

Some people said that if he became the Demon King and went to the forbidden area of ​​the demon clan, he might be able to find a glimmer of hope. He unified the demon world and sat on the high position of the Demon King, looking up at all living beings.

For thousands of years, he has been seeking a way to resurrect.

Yu Zexun Chapter——

He hated the compassionate gods and Buddhas, hated the ever-burning incense in the temples, hated their condescending attitude, and hated their indifferent expressions.

When he met Mo Lian, he was full of malice.

Listening to the world's praises for him and watching him risk his life to exorcise demons and monsters time and time again, she laughed at his hypocrisy in her heart and stayed by his side regardless of the reason, wanting to expose his hypocrisy.

But he didn't know when he realized that this person was different from others. He was truly compassionate to the world, and he had already worshipped him as his own god.

He didn't like Wan Chuyao because she would turn into a cat and stay in the monk's arms.

He didn't like Luo Jiangbei because he was an exorcist, and he and the monk both came from famous and upright sects. Their mission was to exorcise demons and save the people.

However, he was the young master of the Demon Sect, and was separated from the monk by thousands of miles. He envied Luo Jiangbei for being able to train with the monk openly.

He also didn't like the living beings in that world. If it wasn't for saving them, the monk wouldn't have pushed himself to such a point, and in the end his soul would have been scattered, without leaving any thoughts in the human world.

Finally, he didn't like himself.

He could only watch the monk fight to the death, holding up the sky alone, and he could do nothing. He could only watch the monk's body covered in blood and watch him die in front of his eyes.

As he watched large amounts of blood gushing out of his body, he held his broken body and cried in despair and uselessness.

He believed that there were gods and Buddhas in this world, and this person was one of them. With his courage and passion in his heart, he stumbled in front of all living beings against the surging crowd, like a moth that ignited on its own, warming this cold world.

"Monk, the laws of heaven and earth have changed. Humans, demons, ghosts and immortals live in harmony. The world is perfect and peaceful. Please come back."

"Without your mortal enemy, young master."

He sighed heavily and reached out to catch the first snowflake of the first snow.

"Master, I just miss you a little bit."

"Since you want to save the people of this world, if you don't come back, I will go mad and kill all the people you saved, turn the three realms upside down, and make you unable to rest in peace even after death."

"I'm lying. How could I bear to destroy the sentient beings you protect so much? However, I just can't like them or myself."

"You are not a qualified monk. You save all living beings, but I am also one of them. Yet you have no mercy on me and I died so completely."

Yu Zexun shaved his long hair and put on a snow-white monk's robe. His eyes and brows showed a bit more compassion. He touched his bald head, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He only knew that there were proud snow-capped mountains above the earth, and ancient temples and devout beliefs beneath the snow-capped mountains.

"donor."

"I told you not to call me donor. Call me by my name. Call me Yu Zexun."

"Monk, I've never heard you call me by my name before."

"Yu Zexun."