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"call"

A breeze blew across the mountains and condensed into the figure of Zhu Xiongying, the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, in the sky, overlooking the earth and the village located among the mountains.

It was clearly early morning, but the whole village was dead silent.

If it weren't for the clothes drying in the courtyard and the poultry raised, one would mistakenly think that this was a Jedi.

At this time.

"call out"

An extremely obscure five-element light came to Zhu Xiongying's side, revealing the figure of Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen.

"Huh, Your Highness, I finally caught up with you."

"How is it? Can this world be saved? I have asked the Future Buddha to find the current emperors of those dynasties to see if we can join forces."

"But it's probably hard enough. We have already fallen to this point. It's difficult..."

Zhu Xiongying, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, pointed at the strange village below and asked:

"Qi Zhen, what did you see?"

Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen lowered his head, with Buddha's light flashing in his eyes.

"boom"

His gaze passed through numerous obstacles and fell on the interior of the village.

Hundreds of people, both men and women, old and young, were seen sitting cross-legged at home, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen's gaze was fixed on the youngest child, who looked only two or three years old, and was actually practicing like a monk.

I couldn't help but feel very unbelievable, muttering to myself:
"Hiss...are these people crazy?!"

"Such a young child has already started practicing? Normally, shouldn't he only take a medicinal bath when his bones haven't grown yet?"

"Do they have to be so afraid of death?"

Why do we practice cultivation? It is nothing more than to achieve longevity and a lifespan equal to the heavens.

It can be said that there are cultivators almost everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, and many ordinary people have also begun to practice.

However, Emperor Yingzong of Ming had never seen such crazy people.

The Ming prince Zhu Xiongying said in a low voice:

"Qi Zhen, I have seen a disease that has spread to the entire world."

"Practice shouldn't be like this!"

"The strong, in order to achieve immortality, cut off their own path and plundered the essence of life."

"The weak, in order to live forever, will do anything, even throw away the most basic family affection."

"The world shouldn't be like this."

Letting a child practice cultivation is tantamount to forcing a child to grow too fast. Everyone knows this truth, but some people insist on having their own way. Is this what parents do?
Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen thought about it seriously and nodded:
"Your Highness, what you said makes sense. How about... I take action and convert these people?"

He is the master of Buddhism, Amitabha, and he has experienced several great disasters in the prehistoric times. Naturally, he knows what is the most powerful thing about Buddhism in the prehistoric times.

That is salvation!
Just like what the two saints Jie Yin and Zhunti of the Western Religion did during the great calamity of the witches and the great calamity of the Conferred Gods.

They use force and unscrupulous means, and use coercion and inducement to deceive people into joining the Western religion.

He also knows this method, but he just doesn't want to use it.

The Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Xiongying, shook his head, refused Zhu Qizhen's attack, and took the latter to the Immortal Mountain.

Along the way, there were many villages and cities that were exactly the same as the first one.

All the people were practicing as if they were crazy.

They even saw many demons slaughtering cities and plundering their life essence.

"Boom boom boom!" The Ming crown prince Zhu Xiongying's mind moved, and the layers of space shattered and turned into weapons, killing all the traitors. He sighed:
“Diseases are easy to treat, but mental illness is hard to cure. When sentient beings, or even the world, are sick, even a saint cannot cure them.”

"Your Highness, this is not the Ming Dynasty's destined future. It is just one of a thousand possibilities."

"Qi Zhen, tell me, are dynasties and cultivation two completely opposite paths?"

"Um...what does His Royal Highness mean?"

"Qi Zhen, you have been to the prehistoric world several times, so you should know what it is like, right? And what is the Ming Dynasty like now?"

Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen pointed with one finger, and the Buddha's light turned into a golden lotus, which fell under him. After sitting cross-legged, he recalled:
"What is the prehistoric world like? The saints are in the ninth heaven, the heavens are in charge of the sky, the underworld is in charge of the underworld, and the mortal world seems to belong to the heavens as well, right?"

"That's not right. There are thousands of races in the mortal world, each of which is independent. The race with the strongest luck dominates the mortal world."

"As for the Ming Dynasty, well, isn't that what it is like? A peaceful and prosperous time, with the people living and working in peace and contentment."

Zhu Xiongying, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, did not want to ask this, but he also knew that with Qi Zhen's personality, it was enough for him to follow him into danger:

"No, Qi Zhen, you are wrong. Although the prehistoric world is far superior to the Ming Dynasty, those who have great magical powers, whether they are immortal or immortal, do not only focus on cultivation."

"Why did Jiejiao suffer a crushing defeat during the Conferred Gods Tribulation? It was because the disciples of the sect valued loyalty and would help their fellow disciples in times of trouble."

"And this Ming Dynasty more than a thousand years later has made me no longer able to see the good and evil in human nature."

The scenes seen through soul-searching and spirit-stealing were still unreal after all, and were far less clear than what Zhu Xiongying would have seen in person.

Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen nodded as if he understood, and said nothing.

He really didn't understand what Zhu Xiongying wanted to say.

Maybe it's because he's too stupid.

……

Three days passed in a flash between the rising and setting of the sun and the setting of the moon.

at dusk.

After stopping and walking along the way, the Crown Prince Zhu Xiongying of the Ming Dynasty and Emperor Yingzong Zhu Qizhen of the Ming Dynasty finally arrived at their destination, the Immortal Mountain.

It is rumored that over the past few hundred years, three contemporary emperors of the Ming Dynasty wanted to flatten this Ming Dynasty's first forbidden area, but all ended in failure.

The most serious incident was when the Ming Dynasty, together with the strong men from other dynasties, were prepared to defeat them one by one and pacify the Ming Dynasty first.

As a result... in that battle, no less than thirty quasi-saints with great supernatural powers cut off their own paths, causing the Ming Dynasty to fail on the verge of victory, and other dynasties were also affected.

After a while.

"Roar"

Among the mountains, a roar of beasts resounded for thousands of miles, breaking the silence.

Then, a man with fiery red hair, riding a black panther, was seen staggering from outside towards the Immortal Mountain.

The stench of blood filled his nose, making it difficult for Emperor Yingzong Zhu Qizhen, who was hiding in the dark, to bear it. He whispered:

"Your Highness, how about we try to take advantage of the situation? Steal the day instead of the night? Take the opportunity to break into the Immortal God Mountain and have some fun?"

Emperor Yingzong of Ming felt extremely excited whenever he thought about sneaking in before dozens of quasi-saints with great powers.

The Ming Crown Prince Zhu Xiongying shook his head, took a step forward and disappeared.

The next second, the man with fiery red hair suddenly felt a flash of fear in his heart.

He quickly ordered his mount to stop, looked around vigilantly, and roared:
"Who? How dare you follow me!!!"

"Come out quickly and suffer..."

As soon as the word "die" came out of his mouth, the surrounding space suddenly turned into a swamp, cutting off all the man's escape routes.

Zhu Xiongying slapped down, and the red-haired man fell to the ground instantly.

(End of this chapter)