Monk Zheng, I'm Still a Child.
"Huang Ye, what do you want?"
"True wisdom."
"Huang Ye, what do you want?"
"Only within oneself."
"Huangye, where are you going?"
“.. The beginning of everything, the end of the spiral.”
Huangye Zonglian could not help but think of that woman as he looked at her blood-red eyes.
"Cang Qi…Cheng."
He had a special feeling about that woman. It was not something as simple as love or hate, but a mixture of approval, denial, and fighting. In these hundreds of years, only that woman could leave such a deep impression in his memory.
"What is your name?"
“.. " Sharp Arrow…" The boy with blood-red pupils opened his mouth and spat out the name. He quietly looked at the lifeless man in front of him.
The lines that were almost as hard as stone formed his face. Hidden in the darkness were deep pupils that made it impossible for people to look straight at them.
"Descendant…What is your surname?"
The boy's pupils could not help but fluctuate as if he was thinking. After a long time, he said another surname,
Divine Path-
Huangye Zonglian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the pupils in his eyes moved strangely. He observed the boy who was less than ten years old in front of him and was silent for a long time.
"Divine Dao, what do you want?"
“.. Live on."
"Divine Dao, what do you want?"
"In front of me."
"Where does the Divine Dao go?"
"I don't know."
The boy's voice was filled with confusion. His red pupils did not flash with the strong confidence that the woman had, but the chaos that could not see the path ahead.
Huangye Zonglian looked at the boy in front of him indifferently. He seemed to have seen something in his chaotic eyes, so he stretched out his hand. Reaching out his palm, he pulled up the last descendant of the Divine Path in front of him and walked toward the pitch-black night.
……
……
“.. Was it this dream again? Please spare me-"
The fan spun gently in the empty room, and the old fan blades made a creaking sound. Riya opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, his red eyes flashing with a trace of helplessness.
"By the way, didn't the book say that the human brain will automatically filter out those painful memories and forget those things that you don't want to remember?……Why is it that when it comes to me, it becomes haunted by evil spirits and I repeat this thing every day?”
Riya covered his head tiredly and made a pose like an adult. He shook his head in distress and sighed.
"Should I praise my memory for being too good, or should I say that there's something wrong with my current orientation? She actually dreamed of that perverted stoic master for a year.”
A nine-year-old child was talking about the troubles of a teenager. If it was an ordinary person here, they would probably find it strange.
However, if they understood that this nine-year-old body carried the soul of an adult man, they would probably understand.
Shinto Rishi was a transmigrator. He used to be a young man who lived a drunken life at the bottom of the Great Heaven Dynasty. He was somewhat otaku and would occasionally have delusions about transmigrating.
However, he had never really imagined that among the millions or even tens of millions of otakus around the world, he would really be chosen to come to this two-dimensional space-time.
" Another terrible transmigration, terrible background, terrible people…"
He mumbled vaguely and turned off the old electric fan that was spinning. He took a small white monk robe from his side and put it on skillfully before walking out of the room.
Shinto Riya was a monk who was currently cultivating. The man who guided him to become a monk was the magician who exuded an ominous aura, Araya Muneren.
Perhaps it was out of good intentions, or unintentionally, or perhaps it was because he was reminiscing about his time as a cultivator monk on Mount Mitai, he brought the remaining son of the Divine Path, who was at the end of his priesthood, into the monastery and taught him to become a cultivator monk.
Shinto Lishi didn't understand how glorious Shinto had once been. In short, because of the name of Shinto, he had been hunted down by a group of unknown assassins when he first transmigrated. Because of this name, he had been saved by Huangye Zonglian.
This was the cause and effect of this surname. He once had the urge to change his name, but was stopped by the man's indifferent gaze.
Spiral Temple.
It was the name of an Eastern temple with strong Western characteristics. Other than the man who was a monk and a magician, no one else would think of such a funny name.
"Since you're awake, let's start the morning class."
The moment she opened the door, she triggered the enchantment that the man had set up. The man's rigid voice appeared beside her ears.
"Yes."
Riya Shinto nodded and obediently walked out of the courtyard toward the back of the mountain. Although the Spiral Temple was called a monastery, it was actually only the size of an ordinary courtyard house. After walking out of the courtyard for about twenty minutes, he climbed the mountain path and forest path, and what greeted his eyes was a small waterfall.
Under the waterfall, Huangye Zonglian, who was dressed in a pure white monk robe, sat cross-legged under the waterfall. He allowed the cold water of the waterfall to continuously hit his body. The man had a solemn expression on his face as he quietly recited something.
Lishi didn't disturb him. He walked to the edge of the waterfall, where the water curtain was the thinnest. He sat down quietly and began to recite the scriptures.
The two of them sat cross-legged for about half an hour. When Lishi couldn't help but shiver, Huangye Zonglian opened his pitch-black eyes and looked at the boy who was meditating under the water curtain.
"Divine Dao Sharp Arrow, what do you want?"
"Eh?" After waking up from the other party's question, Li Shi couldn't help but be stunned. He thought for a moment and said,
"The mysteries of the world."
Huangye Zonglian's eyes lit up slightly, and he continued to ask,
"Divine Dao Sharp Arrow, what do you want?"
Rishi was silent. He didn't have the talent to become a magician, but the blood flowing in his body opened up another possibility for him.
Cursemancer.
In the past, people who were called Yin-Yang Masters, Alchemists, and Daoists were all Cursemancers. They were all professions that had been glorious for an unusually long time in this land or in the land of China.
However, ever since the Kurofune stepped into this land, scientific civilization began to invade the existence of the inner world. The nobility of spells was pulled down from the altar, and the mystery of magic was re-emerged by technology.
Magic could still be passed down through concealment, but curses that required people to respect them were constantly hated by people, so much so that they were now gradually disappearing from history.
"Divine Dao Sharp Arrow, what do you want?"
Huang Ye asked again. Li Shi was silent for a while before he said helplessly,
"I don't know."
Huang Ye heard the boy's answer and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. After a while, he turned his head to look at the rising sun on the top of the mountain and suddenly said in a deep voice,"
"I hope to find a glimmer of hope in you. I will leave the temple tomorrow. The food in the warehouse is enough for you for a year. Before the food runs out, if you can get out of the barrier…"
"Divine Dao Sharp Arrow, then you have the qualifications to pursue that path.”
Li Shi was slightly stunned when he heard that. Then, a trace of disbelief appeared on his face, mixed with shock and helplessness. He couldn't help but complain,
"Monk Zheng, I am still a child.”
Huangye Zonglian, you're really despicable to play such a difficult imprisonment game on a child.
Oh, it's still the same style, but I think I'll be a little more restrained. This book will be written slowly. The early outline is a little messy, and it's currently being overhauled. However, it shouldn't affect the reading.
This isn't my first book, as for my moral integrity... Well, if you're willing to believe it--(Faraway Vision)
Because there is love, I will write doujinshi. If there is no love, I will not write doujinshi. Because it is very important, I have to repeat it twice. Leader, my work will not be based on the remuneration of the author (fog). I just hope that it can make you happy, that's all…
There was too much nonsense. He hadn't opened a book for a long time. He had to update two chapters a day because he was still working on another new book. Moreover, his working hours were very tight. It was probably uncertain whether he would be able to add more chapters! (At least after May)
Then, the new book, set sail!
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