[Quick Transmigration] When the supporting actor becomes a dragon

Even a barren and uninhabited Gobi will make people who have been away for a long time feel kind.

The handsome and dangerous man stood barefoot in a Gobi Desert, the corners of his mouth curled habitually, and his deep black pupils were filled with bloody and brutal cruelty.

The clothes on his body have long been torn and his true colors cannot be seen. They can only barely cover the important parts. The exposed bronze-colored body lines are strong and full of strength. His body is tall, slender and lean, like an elegant cheetah.

There were even blood stains that had condensed into black on his body, and he didn't know who it was.

This is his world.

So what if he went to hell?Didn't come back in the end.

Just as the man raised his foot to leave, he suddenly stopped. He half-bent down and looked at a small flower that had just emerged from the ground and was struggling to bloom under his feet.

In this environment, even a small flower looks gray and wilted.

This really is his world.

In hell, no flowers will bloom.

The man straightened up laughing and walked out.

That little flower was crushed by a merciless foot, the petals were flying, and the beauty that had just bloomed was extremely fragile.

National teacher, national teacher, where are you now?But still in this world?

I came back from hell, but for you.

If you are not here, then this world is just another hell that needs to be destroyed.

……

In Tianshan, Xiyuan who was meditating was suddenly awakened by strong palpitations.

She opened her eyes and looked into the distance blankly. After a while, she got up and left the room.

Outside the room, Wuai and Suji were sitting on both sides of the chessboard, concentrating on a game, and Wuai's Baizi had been cornered.

The old monk sat down and had nowhere to go, so Xiyuan took him in, and it has been more than ten years in a blink of an eye.

Wuai Buddhism is profoundly proficient in mystical arts, prolonging his life and staying youthful forever, he still looks young now, and there is no trace of the years left on him at all.

On the other hand, Su Ji, who was opposite him, seemed more elegant and more bookish.

The two face each other like a pair of immortals.

"Clean up, let's go down the mountain." Xiyuan ordered lightly.

Su Ji smiled and respected Ying Shi, Wuai raised her head, looking at her peacefully and purely.

Qinglian's hands and feet are quick, and they are not ordinary people, so they don't need to bring too many things, and they packed them up quickly.

"Wuai, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to follow."

When Xiyuan was about to leave, he said so when he saw Wuai who was following him.

Wu Ai folded his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and said in a warm voice: "This disciple wants to move forward in his heart."

Xiyuan looked at him for a long time, then said with a flick of his sleeves, "As you wish."

……

Many people don't know what happened, the world changed just for a moment.

So suddenly, the emperor died, and Emperor Cangren, who should have died a hundred years ago, came back.How many people are unwilling to believe that the man who claims to be Cang Lang is Emperor Cang Ren, but he is.

It is said that Emperor Cangren was indeed dead back then, but now he crawled back from hell, only for the national teacher.

It is said that Emperor Cang Ren is very inconsistent with the rumors, he is clearly a tyrant.

It is said that he forced people to build the Prayer Terrace, and recalled the national teacher from the rooftop.

I heard that someone just said that a hundred years have passed, the national teacher died a long time ago, and his bones and ashes were thrown to the wild dogs.

I heard that the imperial capital has become a place of death.

The endless refugees fled in haste, but where could they escape?

A devil-like black mist continuously emanated from the palace. Translucent cavalrymen who were not human stepped out of the black mist. When they saw the living, they killed and ate them. The dead staggered and crawled He got up, flung his teeth and claws at those who were still alive.

On the throne, Cang Lang covered his face and laughed nervously, hissing for the person he wanted.

National Division.

teacher.

Xiyuan.

why are you not here?Are you really not here?

Am I making you intolerable?

Canglang, who was accidentally caught in hell, heard an interesting rumor about dragons.He was raised by Xiyuan himself, so he has seen Xiyuan's dragon horns and tail, so he knows that she is a dragon.

I heard that dragons instinctively protect everything they see. If he wants to force Xiyuan out, he only needs to destroy this world, and Xiyuan will appear.

"Kill! Get out! What are you standing here for! Get out! Let me kill you!"

"I will kill all living things! Not a blade of grass will be left behind!"

Cang Lang, who was suddenly furious, stood up from the throne, violent and dangerous, and a thick layer of blood-colored evil spirit was lingering outside the black emperor's crown clothes.

Standing on both sides, the dull and silly ghosts were also driven away. Under the gusts of dark wind, the fierce ghosts and gods from hell spread silently from the imperial capital.

Seen from a high altitude, the earth seems to be polluted, from one point to black, and gradually spreading.

Destiny is actually hard to tell.

If you want to change your fate, there are actually not many opportunities to intervene.

Cang Lang was destined to have this catastrophe, no matter whether he meets the national teacher Xiyuan or not, he will be taken captive to hell.

Because of his physique, it is a rare existence that can perfectly accommodate those monsters in hell.

Cang Lang didn't die, and his will wasn't obliterated, but he was inevitably assimilated by too many demons and ghosts impacting his soul.

Cang Lang's will still wants to return to the human world, but his temperament is already as cruel as a demon.

This is a catastrophe in the world.

It is also an unknown old man who once glimpsed a corner of the sky and asked Xiyuan to save the catastrophe.

Xiyuan drove the clouds and led Suji, Wuai and Qinglian all the way into the imperial capital. What he saw on the road became more and more desolate and desolate. There were many bones, and countless people were still full of pain and fear even after they died.

Demons wander around, what does the once peaceful small world look like now?

Xi Yuan had never seen such a scene before, and anger rose in her heart, as if seeing her back garden being ruined, she wished to crush the murderer to ashes.

Wu Ai showed compassion, put his hands together, and recited the scriptures for salvation in a low voice.

In the next second, a strong wind blew past, and the dragon chant sounded. A white and golden dragon appeared in the sky. With the roar of the dragon, the earth shook and the mountains shook. Countless ghosts and demons disappeared from the world before they could react.

The mad Cang Lang suddenly stopped his movements, turned his head slightly to listen carefully, and after a while, endless ecstasy appeared on his face, for a moment he was as pure as a child.

After he tidied up his clothes, he still looked handsome, handsome and charming. The violence and bloodthirsty surged deep in his deep black pupils, but the gloomy palace background made the smile on his face still very strange.

Xiyuan doesn't like her dragon shape very much, and when she looks closely, she realizes that those white and golden rays of light are purely reflected light, and her scales are soft and light pink, like flower petals.

At this moment, the world was being harmed, but she forgot her resistance to the dragon form, and naturally obeyed her nature, transformed into a dragon, and guarded the world.

At that moment, she seemed to understand something in her heart, and it seemed that she already knew what she understood, but she never noticed it.

——What is the responsibility for God?

The fast-moving dragon flew all the way to the imperial capital with the three humans beside him.

Thunderclouds followed, and the heavy rain containing endless divine power poured down, washing the land polluted by the evil spirit, making those corpses that had turned into walking corpses finally fall quietly, and their souls returned to peace.

——If gods only need to stand high and stand on the sidelines, how is it different from other pretentious and stupid creatures?

The imperial capital, which is like a death zone, is close at hand, and the slender dragon's huge body, which is not known how many miles away, can enclose the entire imperial capital under his body.

——God is indeed different from other living beings, but God is nothing more than a member of living beings.How precious is life, if life is not respected, then what is the difference between gods and ants?

The pale yellow vertical pupils that looked like two suns looked at the tiny palace and the even smaller man standing on the palace square.

Cang Lang opened his hands towards the terrifying, gigantic dragon in the air, smiling innocently like a child, his eyes full of affection and trust, revealing a trace of abnormal madness: "Teacher! You came to see me! Have you forgiven me?"

I'm sorry, I was too anxious back then, and rashly announced that you would be my queen without asking for your consent.

Teacher, it's been so long, you must have forgiven me, right?

You are willing to come and see me.

What greeted him was a dragon's breath that fell from the sky.

Cang Lang could dodge and dodge, his strength was no longer that of a mortal, but he did not dodge or dodge, he still opened his arms and stubbornly looked up at the sky.

Smiling and laughing, tears welled up in his eyes, but before they flowed out, they were already evaporated by the high temperature dragon's breath.

You know it's unforgivable, why do you still do it?

Because only when he actually saw Xi Yuan, his regret would appear.

Cang Lang would rather that he was just a little wolf dog around Xi Yuan, not... Emperor Cang Ren, let alone the half-human, half-ghost of today.

The land where the imperial palace used to be has completely disappeared, leaving only a big pit, which is slowly filled with pouring rain, forming an endless lake.

In the vicissitudes of life, no matter how serious the injury is, it will gradually heal with the passage of time.

But in a few years, the world became prosperous again.

Xiyuan walks on the banks of the former imperial capital and today's Longhu Lake. The newly built city is not far from the lake, and half of the lake is included in the city limits.

The surviving mortals sang the legend that the demon was wiped out by the real dragon, but the people who really witnessed that scene, Suji, Wuai, and Qinglian, just stopped by the lake and listened to the prayers of the people who came to pray for blessings.

"Miss, Qinglian still wants to serve Miss...but..."

Qinglian Qiqi Ai Ai said, her pretty face flushed, and she secretly looked at the simple and honest man who listened to her orders and stood 30 meters away and stared at her.

Qinglian didn't expect that once she was old, she would be as young as a little girl and want to get married.

But that man treated her so well, after a few times of thinking, she still made up her mind.

Xiyuan just said: "Congratulations on finding Mr. Ruyi."

Qinglian suddenly burst into tears and hugged Xiyuan: "Miss woo woo woo...Qing Lian is so sad to miss Miss..."

Her sudden burst of tears frightened the man, and the man ran over like flying, tongue-tied, choked up a few words and could only choke out "don't cry", standing at the side helplessly, circling around in a hurry.

Su Ji patted Qinglian's shoulder lightly, silently comforting her.

Wu Ai clasped his hands together, his eyes were quiet and peaceful, and his temperament and demeanor became more and more Buddha-like.

They all know that they will never see each other again.The time frozen in Qinglian's body will resume to pass, she will grow old and die, and become a mortal again.

Ordinary people's feelings are sometimes great, because they will give up things that other people can't even think about because of that feeling.

Xiyuan didn't stop her, as long as she respected everyone's choices.

Qinglian has lived for hundreds of years, she is not a child, so she naturally has the ability to distinguish.

After sending Qinglian away, Xiyuan turned to ask, "What about you? What are your plans?"

Su Ji's expression darkened, he bowed slightly, and said sincerely: "The old slave only wants to stay with the Master of the State Teacher, and has no other ideas."

Wu Ai suddenly smiled in relief, like a hundred flowers blooming, his peaceful eyes filled with a strange brilliance, he said together: "The disciple has enlightened."

Nothing left.

It was as natural as when we met, and he walked silently.

Xi Yuan didn't understand what Wu Ai had enlightened to. Those who study Buddhism are all equally mysterious.

Su Ji doesn't want to leave, so follow her back to Tianyan.

Turning into a dragon, when he ascended to the sky and returned, the whole sky turned golden brilliantly.

On the top of Tianshan Mountain, Wuaiyi wore a moon-white monk's robe, clasped his hands together, and recited scriptures in a low voice.The three thousand blue silks are missing, their brows are peaceful and calm, and their hearts are free of dust.

A sage once said that the world is safe and secure, and you will not fail the Tathagata or your Qing.

But Shenlong has no intentions for him, so it can't be said that he has a negative relationship.

He only bears himself, but not the Tathagata.