Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the Douzhan Buddhist Temple, Qin Xuan was silent.

It had been nearly half a year, and the world of cultivation was in turmoil, but Qin Xuan seemed to have fallen.

Even his heart stopped beating in his chest.

In his dantian, the seventy thousand stars were dead silent, as if it was a wasteland.

There were subtle footsteps, and the monk in white came over, looking at Qin Xuan.

"Haven't you woke up yet?" He stood with his eyes downcast, looking at Qin Xuan, and then turned and left.

He had already heard about what happened half a year ago.

Not only him, but everyone in the world of cultivation knew about it.

Tianxuan was the master of the immortal vein, and he died under the sword of this young friend.

That sword was still regarded as peerless by the world of cultivation, the master of sword cultivation, and even the Mahayana sword of the sword master in the Supreme Sword Tomb was suppressed by half a head.

"Young friend hasn't woken up yet?" Taoist Taiqing sat in the temple with a frown.

"Not yet!"

"Those girls wait all day long. I am questioned several times every time I go out." Taoist Taiqing said helplessly: "Speaking of which, although you seem to be heartless, you actually have many confidantes who care about you!"

The monk in white lowered his eyes slightly, "The word love is as good as the Tao."

"Are you moved by the scene?" The old Taoist looked at the monk in white.

The monk paused and sighed softly, "The past is over, that's over!"

"I have entered the Buddhist sect and am not stained by the world."

Taqing Taoist shook his head slightly. He knew some of the past of the monk in white.

The monk in white was gifted. He was only more than ten years old, but he turned the world upside down.

If it weren't for the fact that his confidante was unlucky in the end, the monk would have been suppressed in the prison, and if he hadn't survived the disaster and been saved by others.

In this world, there is no Douzhan Buddhist Temple, and there is no Douzhan Buddha.

Everyone has a life in the world that they cannot bear to look back on.

…

Outside the temple, Jun Wushuang looked at Qin Hao with a cold face.

“Have you decided?”

“Yes, Mom!” Qin Hao’s facial features were cold, and he said indifferently: “It’s been half a year, my mind has been settled, the road ahead is clear, and I can travel far!”

“You don’t wait for your father to wake up?” Jun Wushuang said coldly.

“No need, how can a dog son help a tiger father? I am just a burden. When I become a dragon in the future, I will be qualified to stand in front of him and live up to my father’s expectations.” Qin Hao’s eyes were indifferent: “Now Hao’er, you are not qualified to see your father, nor are you qualified to comfort your father.”

Jun Wushuang frowned even tighter, and Xiao Wu beside him also frowned slightly.

"Hao'er, you have to think about it carefully. This time, the starry sky is vast and unpredictable. Xiao Jin'er will no longer be by your side. Your father and mother, and even I, can't find you." Xiao Wu said softly: "Why not wait until your father wakes up, and then you can..."

"Aunt Xiao Wu!" The coldness on Qin Hao's face eased a little, "The road is alone, I can't rely on everyone for my whole life, and I don't want to be selfish to let everyone live for me, Qin Hao."

"Father, there is his father's way, mother, there is her mother's way, Aunt Xiao Wu, the same is true."

"Everyone in the world has gone through disasters, let alone me, Qin Hao?"

He said slowly: "I am lucky. I was born here. I have my father to rely on, my mother's love, and the aunts and elders to protect me, but it doesn't mean that I have a good life."

Both women frowned and looked at each other.

Now, they can't see through Qin Hao.

Qin Hao took a breath and knelt slowly. Jun Wushuang frowned, but didn't stop him.

His originally slightly immature face seemed to have finally become somewhat weathered at this moment.

After three kneelings and nine kowtows, Qin Hao slowly raised his head.

"Mother, Hao'er is gone. I hope you take care of yourself." Qin Hao said softly, "I hope you don't worry about this long journey."

"Hao'er!" Xiao Wu was about to speak.

"Forget it, let him go!" Jun Wushuang suddenly waved his hand and said lightly, "The son is no longer under the control of his mother. He has made up his mind. The disaster ahead will probably make him suffer. You and I, as elders, should not embarrass him!"

"Go!" Jun Wushuang dropped a jade slip from his hand, "When you want to see me, you can send a message for me."

Xiao Wu looked at Qin Hao and finally fell silent.

"Hao'er, thank you, mother!" Qin Hao stood up, he looked at Jun Wushuang, looked at Xiao Wu, and finally turned and left.

He took a step, and his green clothes soared into the sky like a startled wild goose.

This is his second time to step on this starry sky and enter this vast world of cultivation.

Qin Hao's eyes were cold. This time, I, Qin Hao, will never be inferior to others!

...

"Aren't you worried?" Xiao Wu glanced at Jun Wushuang, "Don't tremble your fingers, you are obviously worried."

"Mind your own business!" Jun Wushuang snorted coldly, "If you don't mind your own business, you might have already achieved the Dao!"

Xiao Wu was slightly startled, his eyes dim, "What if you can achieve the Dao? Aren't you just waiting here like me?"Jun Wushuang glanced at Xiao Wu, and finally, she laughed at herself.

"Yes, I'm still waiting here."

"Besides, I don't know when he will wake up!"

...

Inside the palace, suddenly, Qin Xuan's heart beat slightly.

He had been silent for half a year, like a rock, like a rotten wood, without any sound, but at this moment, the subtle sound of his heart slowly rose.

The face covered with scars and even slightly hideous, at this moment, slightly opened a crack.

"Has the power of the elixir passed?"

He didn't even have the strength to attack, only a slight fluctuation of his mind.

Qin Xuan's body moved slightly, and in the end, he sat down with his arms hanging weakly, and slowly sat cross-legged.

His body was hunched, and the cave in his chest was still frightening.

However, in his heart, the dead-silent imperial domain was slowly reviving.

Not only that, the Douzhan Buddhist Temple, where Qin Xuan was.

At this moment, the spiritual energy in the stars seemed to be swallowed up in one place.

There was a tornado that slowly condensed and the clouds and mist formed a vortex.

He seemed to be an infinite black hole, swallowing everything, even some spiritual medicines in the Douzhan Buddhist Temple, were in this devouring power, and the medicinal power, like a blue rainbow, slowly gathered into his body.

The white-robed monk and the old Taoist Taiqing suddenly changed their expressions.

"My friend has woken up!?"

"No, my friend's merit is so overbearing?"

The white-robed monk groaned, and a golden stick suddenly appeared in his hand, with two golden ends and a red middle like blood, and there seemed to be endless mysterious patterns on it.

The third-grade treasure, the Douzhan Ruyi Stick!

I saw this stick across the sky, appearing above the Douzhan Buddhist Temple.

In an instant, all the devouring power seemed to be fixed.

The spiritual energy in the entire star gathered like a tornado, but in the Douzhan Buddhist Temple, it remained motionless.

In the temple, Jun Wushuang, Qin Yaner, Xiao Wu and others looked up at the tornado, looking at the breath that seemed to be a few breaths.

"He woke up!?"

"He woke up!"

"Master!"

One voice after another, even choked with sobs, crying with joy, looking at the place where the tornado was.

Jun Wushuang and Xiao Wu were even more uneasy.

After two hundred years, is he... still the Qing Emperor, Qin Changqing?