The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Floating in the upper world, Tiandao was lying on a cloud, carefully flipping through the book in his hand, trying to make corrections with the eraser made of mist and the paintbrush transformed from energy.

It has now been upgraded to become a formal Heavenly Dao, with the authority to summon the Book of Plots.

Things that seemed difficult before are now very easy to delete using energy.

“It is not a good idea to make major changes to things that have already happened. We only need to change things that are not in line with the current situation and make them consistent with reality.”

"Starting from now, delete the subsequent plot and continue with a perfect story!" Biting the pen, Tiandao thought carefully and then determined the direction of the change.

Having made up his mind, Tiandao prepared to put it into practice.

He drastically deleted all the content that had not happened afterwards. Looking at the blank page, Tiandao was about to pick up the pen when he was in trouble again.

How... is the most perfect ending?

Let it think about it, there are many works in the holographic world, which one is the best?

Tiandao let go of the blank page, turned over hesitantly, and lay in the soft clouds, thinking hard. Countless story outlines flashed through his mind, and he could still remember clearly the fan works he reviewed one by one...but...

The clouds were floating in the sky, the sunlight was rising slowly, and Tiandao was at a loss as he looked at the clouds above his head.

I can’t choose, I really can’t choose… They all seem good, but they all lack something.

What's the difference?

Tiandao was very distressed. He wanted to pick up the pen and write on the paper, but he couldn't put pen to paper.

A breeze blew, the paper pages were blown open, and turned to the previous page. The energy contained in the pen in the hand was absorbed into the paper page and formed a line of ink.

The blank page that was deleted by it was continued with real-time new content, and an extra line of words appeared.

In an instant, the messy thoughts were sorted out, and the way of heaven became clear.

It rolled over and sat up, placing the pen on the page and releasing its grip.

Just now, the breeze blew away its doubts, and Tiandao suddenly realized that the deviation was due to the original wishes of You Mu and Yi Ming!

The last world uses the player's will to fight against the rules, and uses the player's personal written stories to fight against the original story line.

But if someone else were to write it, it would be impossible to fully depict the real life of You Mu and Yi Ming.

Isn't it the plot, restraints, shackles and cages that they finally struggled to break free from in order to change their own predetermined fate?

In this case, the subsequent plot should be written by them themselves... A person's life should not be controlled or written by others. No matter how happy and perfect the story is, it is not what the two protagonists want.

What they want should be created and interpreted by themselves.

Feeling relieved, Tiandao read the book again and again, thinking that it was good enough as long as it was just a blank page, and there was no need to add any drawings.

He closed the book and looked at the page. The word and reference of "villain" made Tiandao feel very uncomfortable.

It just edited the plot, but the characters are still there, and the various references imposed on them have not changed...

The mood that had just improved sank again. Tiandao wanted to completely change these nouns that shouldn't exist and limit fate, but...

A flash of light passed by the horizon, and the meteor brought it information from the Heavenly Dao of other small worlds. The Heavenly Dao took a look, closed the page of the book for the time being, and flew out of the world.

In the lower world, You Mu and Yi Ming walked down the mountain and came to the gate of a mountain temple.

"Knock knock!"

The rusty iron ring knocked on the red door, and the once prosperous Dafa Buddhist Temple became a desolate and dilapidated place.

"Squeak~"

The peeling old wooden door opened a crack, and the boy sweeping the floor revealed a pair of clear and bright eyes, and looked carefully at the person who came.

It seems that the ghost energy on You Mu is too strong. Even the little boy with shallow Taoism has noticed the difference. Hesitantly, the little boy shook his eyes and asked in a trembling voice:

"Shi... Is your surname You?"

You Mu was a little surprised, but he guessed that the generations of bald monks in the temple must have expected that he would come back.

He nodded and replied, "Yes."

"Wait a moment." The little boy stroked the door frame, looked at You Mu and Yi Ming who was holding two bottles of wine, then closed the door and ran away.

"Bang!"

The heavy wooden door made a silent sound. Through the wooden door, the two people outside could still hear the little monk's stuttering and panicked crying:

“Abbot Fang, that big ghost…that ghost…the ghost is back…back! Wuuuuu!”

"...Am I that scary?" After a moment of silence, You Mu turned to ask Yi Ming.

Yi Ming took the opportunity to kiss the evil ghost on the cheek, and without any guilt, he pushed the blame on the runaway child.

"How could that be? That kid is just too timid."

After a long time, the sound of Zen sticks and footsteps of varying weights came from afar, and two young monks opened the heavy wooden door.

The old man in a cassock supported his skinny body with a Zen stick and bowed to You Mu who was outside the door.

"Donor, you are back after all."

"Everything in the past has its own consequences, and it's time to let go of the past."

There was a look of calmness on the abbot's wrinkled face, and his pupils under his eyelids were too bright.

"Abbot..." The little boy who was hiding in the corner came over timidly from the side, grabbed the corner of the old abbot's clothes, hid behind the abbot's robes, and secretly looked at You Mu.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." The abbot stroked the boy's forehead, which had just been scarred by the ordination, with his warm palm and comforted him softly.

"Donor, please follow me. What's left now are just cenotaphs." The abbot, holding the little boy and leaning on a Zen stick, walked to one side of the temple.

Behind the mountain temple, the Xiaguang Tower, which had housed his soul for a hundred years, has gradually weathered, with bricks and stones falling off, turning into a dangerous wall.

Behind the tower, on the back hill of the temple, in the pine forest, is the cenotaph for successive abbots of the Dafa Buddhist Temple.

The seven graves of the same size, leaning against each other, lay in a row under the pine branches, silent.

You Mu raised his hand, took the wine jug from Yi Ming, went around to the leftmost grave, opened the wine jug, and poured the wine from left to right along their tombstones one by one.

The wine dripped onto the tombstones of successive abbots, exuding a strong smell of alcohol.

The little boy who was supporting the old abbot opened his eyes wide and looked up at the abbot helplessly, but the abbot just shook his head at him, silently reminding him not to disturb him.

"I said that if I break that broken golden bell, I will force each of you old bald asses to drink some wine. The strict rules and regulations of the Buddhist temple are extremely boring."

The last sip from the pot fell into You Mu's throat, spicy and burning, pouring into his heart.

Looking at the Buddhist names engraved on the tombstones, You Mu could still remember the faces of these bald monks.

"Boom!"

The mountain temple bell rang suddenly, and the tomb under the pine branches seemed even more quiet...

At first, he was filled with hatred.

After four hundred years in the Soul-Suppressing Tower, he finally waited for the day of turmoil. The gates of the underworld opened wide, and he broke through the seal, ready to unleash his hatred.

But the monks of Dafa Buddhist Temple took the golden bell and took his soul away again, and locked him in another cage.

He was unwilling, he cursed, and he struggled with all his might, but it was all in vain.

The power of the golden bell has a restraining effect on ghosts and monsters. Once it is activated, You Mu can only wait until the magic weapon on the golden bell is completely worn out before he can see the light of day again.

The monk said that the descendants of the Zhengyang Sect came to him and, in the name of saving the world, asked him to use the Buddhist treasure to eliminate the evil spirits to avoid turmoil in the human world.

The monk said that he actually knew about the sins of the Zhengyang Sect, and he also understood that the young generation's high-sounding excuses were nothing more than an attempt to avoid being sought for revenge.

The monk said that he did not want to get involved in the cause and effect between them, but if he let him roam the world and kill crazily, the already turbulent world might be in danger of becoming a ghost realm.

The monk said that perhaps if he intervened, some things in the future would have a new turn...

You Mu never liked to listen to the monk's words and interrupted him many times, but the bald monk was tireless and knelt on the mat every day, preaching to him.

When You Mu first heard the obscure scripture, he felt dizzy and his eyes were red with anger, but he could do nothing about the resentment he felt like he was hitting cotton.