Chapter 984: Have to be pretty

Chapter 884 Must Be Beautiful
Western Region
Daxue Mountain
Dalunsi
The old monk tremblingly walked to the Great King Ming Palace, and glanced at the huge lotus throne that was still high but had lost its meaning. At the time, there was a man named Dalun Mingwang sitting on top of it. For more than a thousand years, Buddhism could become the supremacy of imperial power.
Now that the Great King of Ming Dynasty is gone, the significance of the Buddhism is also gone. No matter how disdainful he is to King Dalun, it can't be denied that over the past thousand years, King Dalun has succeeded in one thing, which is to make everyone on the grassland think that King Dalun is the Buddhism, and Buddhism is big King Lun.
One side of the hall has collapsed, and the other side is still brilliant.
He looked at the fragmented side, remembering the huge red flash that day. That kind of power is definitely not something one can counter, even if it is the only practitioner in the world like San Ran.
"Do you really think that everything can be solved by letting Mongolia go to the east?"
he asks.
The old monk knew he was there, and he was always there.
"There's always something to do, or wouldn't my efforts over the years be in vain?"
The voice answered indifferently.
"But, the area you can control is the Wolf Rushan. You can't control the east of Wolf Rushan. Even if you let Mengge lead troops eastward, there are still too many unforeseen things. You said that at the edge of the sea to the east, foreigners using firearms have invaded the Central Plains. Even if the balance you have tried to achieve over the years has not been broken by internal forces, it may be broken by external forces. "
The old monk seemed a little lost, and walked slowly to the stone steps below the lotus throne and sat down.
"I have always believed that you are right. Although I also know that you want to maintain the appearance of this world because you are also afraid, but anyway, you are thinking for most people. If the previous world really is like that Terrible, then there is nothing wrong with preventing that world from appearing. "
"I'm scared?"
There was some dissatisfaction in the voice, but soon it came again: "Yes, you're right, I'm scared. If you go through all that you'll be scared, it's kind of unstoppable Destroyed. I am the only survivor, so I must stop all this from happening again. "
"you are selfish."
The old monk couldn't help but smile: "Icy selfishness is very cold."
The sound paused for a long time, and then it seemed to sigh: "It seems that I really can't let a person live too long. If I live too long, I will know a lot of things that I should not know. It seems that you have found something , Should I kill you immediately? "
"Whatever ..."
The old monk moved his body, and it seemed that the cold stone steps made him feel uncomfortable. But he was too old, so long as he sat down, he didn't bother to move again.
"You're right. Although you have always kept mystery, but I have lived in this temple on this mountain for so long, it is inevitable that I can see through it. I didn't say it before because I didn't dare to say it before. I can almost count how many days I can live, so I'm not afraid. "
"I wonder, what the are you ... what?"
The old monk lifted his head and searched the corner: "On the day the turmoil came, something was destroyed in this hall, so your voice seemed even more ethereal. I was thinking at the time, there must be something in this hall that can take you His voice came out. The moment San Ran destroyed him, he understood that you were not alone, and I also understood. Just the last curiosity before dying, could you tell me what you are? "
The voice was silent again for a long time.
When the old monk was almost asleep, he re-ranged: "After that disaster, there is no living person in this world, not just humans, not even a mouse or even a worm. You have already I've seen such a devastating force, but you ca n’t feel the same. If it ’s not high enough, and the temperature at the top is low enough, I ’m afraid I wo n’t survive. Fortunately, I chose to be here because it was enough Safe. No one is aware that there will still be such a space inside the mountain. "
"Yes, I'm not alone, but you don't need to know what I am. If you can't treat me as a person, then this is the failure of my efforts over the years."
"Since you still don't want to say it, I won't ask."
The old monk smiled, and there seemed to be no disappointment.
"But I have a more curious question, not about you, but about people."
"what?"
The voice asked.
"constitution"
The old monk sat upright and his expression became somber: "People can practice, people of different constitutions practice in different ways, and their realms are different. If people are equal, why do they appear different? If you tell I said that these different constitutions were made by you, and I believe it. "
"not me"
The voice answered very simply: "It is ... the aftermath of war."
...
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"Aftereffects of the war?"
The old monk did not understand this sentence, and his knowledge category could not understand the meaning behind this sentence. In this temple in this mountain, the old monk is the person closest to "he" and the person who knows the most things that transcend the world, but there are some things that the old monk still can't understand.
"I can't explain it to you."
There was some impatience in the voice: "In short, after the world ’s absolutely powerful weapons destroyed the world, everything would be affected. The light you see, the spreading storm, all of which A very special substance that changed something in this world. "
The old monk didn't understand, but he didn't plan to ask any more, because he really didn't understand these words and didn't understand anything.
"So, what is the strength of the world?"
The old monk asked, "You said that in the past, no one in the world practiced, and there was no vitality in the world. Although the disaster destroyed people and all beings, and there was no tree left, the place was still This place. Why would there be vitality after the disaster? "
"Still because of war."
The voice replied: "After the war, this place has been reset to zero. This means that everything here is gone and restarted. The earth and the sky have also suffered great trauma, no one can repair them, only they can Repair yourself. In the long years, the earth and the sky began to expel those that can hurt them, and use the purest air to make up the scars. "
"After many, many years have passed, those poisonous and harmful things remaining in the earth and the air have finally been removed. At this time, the earth and the sky are completely new. There is no remnant left by human society, the purest thing. It contains the power of nature. "
"This is the strength of heaven and earth."
"Why didn't that world exist before?"
The old monk asked again.
"Have"
The voice answered very surely: "But it is exhausted ... there are no known cycles in this land. It may take tens of thousands of years or only thousands of years for human beings to appear and perish. The earth was pure when humans first appeared. The air is also the same as it is now. But as people begin to become more and more intelligent, and create more and more things that are good for humans but destroy this earth, the pure heaven and earth vitality gradually corrodes and disappears. . "
"I still remember……"
After a pause, the voice continued and said, "When the last world existed, there were also practitioners when humans did not have firearms as they do now. The more primitive and primitive the society, the greater the ability of the practitioners. Thousands of years before the destruction of the world, it was called the era of mythology. In that era, there were a large number of practitioners who were extremely powerful. They even had the great ability to move mountains and reclaim sea, and they were called gods. "
"Perhaps, they are just like today's people. The remnants of the last world after the destruction of the world have changed their physiques, so there are practitioners who surpass normal people. But as people increasingly rely on weapons and tools, Gradually, I became more and more lazy, and fewer and fewer people were willing to practice. Later, I would no longer want to practice because there is no vitality in the world. "
"Since about three hundred years before the destruction of the previous world, no practitioner has appeared."
After listening, the old monk nodded thoughtfully: "You mean, if you don't stop it, then it won't be long before the firearms begin to be used universally, and there will be no vitality in this world?"
"Yes"
The sound was actually exhausted. The various tone of "He" was not stiff, but it seemed unnatural. The old monk suddenly thought of a word. He didn't know if it was right, but felt it was more appropriate. Imitation ... He felt that all emotions in that voice were not the voice's own, but imitated.
"understood."
The old monk breathed a sigh of relief slowly and sorted out his thoughts in his head: "You mean, because of development, people are becoming more and more dependent on tools rather than themselves, so that people's constitution becomes worse and worse. When this development reached its extreme, war followed, and destruction followed. Then everything was zeroed out and started again. People began to appear again, learned to practice in the pure world, and then many years later One destruction, so repeated. "
"Maybe ... yes."
The answer to the voice was somewhat uncertain.
"Why are you not sure?"
The old monk asked, "What you said just now, there is no such uncertainty."
"Because the world has changed now, I changed, not let the world develop freely. I promoted the emergence of practitioners and blocked the emergence of firearms. Therefore, I don't know if reincarnation will occur."
"You are very tired."
The old monk smiled, and then asked, "The last curiosity ... Am I the original?"
In fact, he already knew the answer to this question, but he was not reconciled.
"No"
The voice answered quickly, without giving the old monk one more second of fantasy time.
"You and Dalun Ming were originally from a period of time. When Sangran began to fight in the world, there were several special people, one of which was King Dalun and the other was the ancestor of the Golden Family. ~ EbookFREE.me ~ was also one of the first members of Sanlan. "
"But he didn't recognize me."
The old monk didn't understand.
"I changed your appearance because you ... are really ugly. Although you have a very strange and awesome physique, the appearance is really ugly. I'm trying to separate your constitution and create At other times, you changed a little to make you beautiful. Your constitution can ensure that every one of you who has been separated maintains the particularity of your constitution, that is, those who are separated have a certain strength, and Will continue to evolve. "
"It's unexpected ..."
The old monk sighed.
"Can't think of anything?"
The voice asked.
"You're not human. Why do you care about your face so much?"
The voice paused, and suddenly laughed: "Because I think of you as my body and I am a human body, and I have to make it beautiful."