After a long time, the old monk stopped crying and wiped his tears. He stole a glance at Zhu Tian and suddenly grabbed Zhu Tian's arm, saying excitedly,""The heavens don't want my Monster Race to perish. I actually met you. If you are willing to help me, why would the Monster Race not be able to revive?”
Zhu Tian was shocked and couldn't help but laugh. It was really the biggest joke in the world! I'm not a real demon. What does it have to do with me whether the demon race revives or not? Although I have a pig skin on my head, what is beating inside is a human heart! Besides, when would I have the time to play with you? Chang'e is still waiting for me!
Of course, Zhu Tian didn't dare to say these words out loud. He could only smile bitterly and say,""As a member of the demon race, I naturally hope that the demon race can be revived! But…even your great divine power can't do anything. I'm just a little pig demon. Not only is my magic power low, but my cultivation is also shallow. What can I do?”
The old monk shook his head and looked deeply at Zhu Tian. He said stubbornly,""You are wrong. Whether it is magic power or cultivation, it is not a problem for me. What I need is your temperament and your brain. I believe I'm not wrong. You must be a talent who can do great things! Therefore, the important task of reviving the demon race is definitely yours!”
Zhu Tian was stunned. For some reason, a scene from a movie in the future suddenly appeared in his mind. An old beggar held a book and said to a child,""Little friend, the task of saving the earth is yours…"
The old monk saw that Zhu Tian was silent and thought that it was not enough. He hurriedly said,""What are you hesitating for? If you're willing to help me and acknowledge me as your master, I'll teach you the Great Ancient Demon Art! I'll even give you spirit pills and magic treasures…"
Zhu Tian was overjoyed when he heard this. Ever since Zhu Tian refined the First Elemental Pearl into his Second Primordial Spirit, he understood that although the First Elemental Pearl was also a primordial spirit treasure, it was a supplementary magic treasure. He had more than enough defense, but not enough attack power. The biggest function was to convert the acquired spiritual energy into the innate spiritual energy. Zhu Tian's strength could grow so fast, and the One Elemental Pearl played a huge role.
However, to Zhu Tian, this kind of magic treasure could not achieve his goal at all. Therefore, ever since he cultivated his Second Primordial Spirit, Zhu Tian became even more worried. However, the old monk had arrived just in time. Not only did he deliver the Ancient Demon Clan's Great Art, but he also delivered magic treasures and spirit pills.
In fact, magic treasures and spirit pills were fine, but that ancient yao art was no small matter. Like immortal techniques and Buddhist Dharma, they were all great methods to become Buddhas and Saints. Unfortunately, with the great war of the Primordial World, the Battle of Gods Investiture, and other calamities, many powerful yao arts were lost. How could the current Monster Kings know? The immortal technique that he knew was the divine dao flow after the God-Sealing War. Compared to the real immortal technique, it was far from it. If he could really learn ancient yao arts and use the Primordial Pearl, his chances of taking Chang'e back would naturally increase greatly when he attacked the Heavenly Court.
Moreover, he had no choice but to agree. Legend had it that Golden Crow was violent and treated human lives like grass. He was not a good bird. His incarnation, Lu Ya, was not a good person either. He had killed countless immortals during the Battle of Deification. Although he was now a monk, he might not be merciful and stop killing.
Just by looking at how he used such a powerful divine art to bring her here, one could tell that he was naturally cautious. Firstly, it was a matter of great importance to prevent others from peeping. Secondly…if he didn't agree, he could destroy the corpse and not expose his secret. Therefore, whether it was for his own life or for the sake of meeting Chang'e in the future, he could only agree first.
"Yaoyao is responsible for reviving the demon race! Master, please accept my bow!”Zhu Tian stood up and walked in front of the old monk. He pushed the golden mountain and bowed down like a jade pillar.
" Yaoyao has a responsibility to revive the demon race…" The old monk smacked his lips twice and suddenly laughed."Hahaha, good! Well said! Good disciple! I didn't misjudge you! We demons don't care about those customs. I'd better get up and talk.”
Zhu Tian stood up, and the arrogance on his face was gone. He turned to the old monk's back and gently knocked on it, and actually started massaging it. Luckily, Zhu Tian came from the later generation and didn't have so many scruples. If it was a disciple now, who would dare to randomly knock on the back of their master?
The old monk was so relieved that he couldn't even close his mouth. He had probably never tasted this before. "Forget it, forget it. Disciple, quickly rest. Don't tire yourself out.”
Zhu Tian stopped and turned to the old monk. He bowed his head and stood there respectfully, feeling very obedient. However, he kept sneering in his heart. Who was this old bald donkey trying to fool? I'm a Golden Immortal after all. I'm just helping you knock on your back twice, how can I be tired? Aren't you afraid that I have bad intentions and will attack you from behind? Humph, if I didn't want you to be happy and give me a good magic weapon, why would I knock your back?
The old monk nodded in satisfaction and asked with a smile,""My dear disciple, I can see that there are celestial restrictions in your body. Is there someone who wants to harm you? Also, you look at the moon every day. I think you have something on your mind. Although I don't know what happened to you, we are now master and disciple. The hope of our demon race depends on your hard work, so I don't want anything to happen to you! Tell me, hmm…Don't worry, no matter what, I'll take care of it for you!”
Zhu Tian was silent for a moment before he finally decided to tell the truth. After all, this wasn't a secret that was exclusive to him. It would eventually be revealed to the world. It wouldn't be nice if he lied. Moreover, what he said was right. He still had something to use. Before he achieved his goal, he would probably do his best to help him.
" Master, this is what happened. I was an important official of the Heavenly Court. I was ordered to take charge of the Celestial River Navy, and I was called Marshal Canopy…" Zhu Tian told him everything, emphasizing the Jade Emperor's despicable actions and how he was fearless in the face of danger and how he fought with all his might. Unfortunately, due to his lack of strength, he was knocked down to the mortal world and reincarnated as a pig…
Zhu Tian was the best actor in the future. He often faced reporters and had been specially trained. Naturally, he was very eloquent. Although it couldn't turn into a lotus flower just by spitting, it was still a combination of Yin and Yang, and it was extremely bewitching. The old monk's expression changed as he listened. He was immersed in the wonderful story and could not extricate himself for a long time.
"My dear disciple, don't be sad. I will definitely help you with this matter! Hmph, hmph, that Jade Emperor took advantage of the decline of our demon race to enter the Heavenly Court. It's equivalent to stealing the foundation of our ancestors! Even if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have let him off in the future! Don't worry, the day our demon race thrives will be the day he dies! As for Chang'e…hehe, you're quite lucky with women. Chang'e was known as the most beautiful woman in the Wilderness. I didn't expect that she would fall for you…"
Then, the old monk seemed to have thought of something. His expression gradually darkened, and his voice gradually faded. However, Zhu Tian's ears were big enough to hear 70 - 80% of it.
" Hou Yi, oh Hou Yi, that day you killed my nine brothers, but today your wife was killed by my disciple…If there was a spirit underground, would you be so angry that you would jump out and die again…Hahaha…As the saying goes, karma goes, retribution is not good…I didn't expect you to have such a day…Hehehe…"
[PS: Nearly 50 chapters and more than 100,000 words have been cut off at once. Who can be more heartbroken than me?] Who could spend more time and effort than me? When he had made this decision, he had hesitated for a long time and made up his mind several times. That feeling…who had ever tasted it? I just want to write a good book. If that's not the case, why should I rewrite it? Wouldn't it be better if he just casually wrote? If everyone can understand my painstaking efforts, I, Old Mu, will not say anything else. I can only be deeply grateful and write more updates. It's fine if you can't understand, as long as you don't scold me.
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