Self-struggle starting from Douluo

In the huge Temple of Light, there are now only five people with one sword.

On the day of the Light Festival, Ning Que, in his invincible state of Apocalypse, killed everyone in sight and successfully covered the evacuation of Tang Xiaotang, Chen Pipi, and the Southern Jin swordsman. He then rushed into the Light Hall.

Since then, no one else has been able to enter the entire Hall of Light. Everyone in the Xiling Temple knows that this is the will of Haotian, the will of the Holy Maiden of Light.

The goddess turned into an irritable and angry woman. She stayed in the kitchen every day, trying to cook a bowl of noodles, but she couldn't... or rather, she subconsciously didn't want to cook it.

So she was very upset, and Ning Que became the object of her venting her emotions, but Ning Que seemed to enjoy it.

Haotian will never lose his temper. Only humans will lose their temper.

The more angry the goddess got, the happier Ning Que would be, because that meant that his Sangsang would be back soon.

……

Ning Que and the goddess became enemies, and Mo Shanshan could only watch with a bitter heart.

Fortunately, Lu Chenjia was there to accompany her, but Lu Chenjia also had to take care of the unconscious Qinghuan, so Mo Shanshan was also often there.

Now Qinghuan finally woke up.

Qinghuan criticized the noodles cooked by Tiannv as worthless. She could only remain silent and turned away silently.

Ning Que secretly gave Qing Huan a thumbs up, then followed happily.

Lu Chenjia said worriedly: "You are so harsh, will she..."

Qing Huan said calmly: "She has no choice!"

If the goddess wants to return to the kingdom of God, she must cut off all worldly ties. If she wants to cut off worldly ties, she must become Sangsang again.

What's more, if the goddess really wanted to cut off her worldly ties from the bottom of her heart, Ning Que would have died long ago.

All in all, after Haotian had a heart, his real intention was to become a human.

It’s just that the goddess can’t see her own heart clearly now.

No matter how much the Master, Qinghuan, or Ning Que did, their fundamental purpose was to let the goddess see their hearts clearly.

Lu Chenjia did not ask any further questions, but instead held a sword in front of Qinghuan.

The sword left behind by Liu Bai also belongs to Liu Bai himself.

Lu Chenjia said: "I can only hold it like this, I can't hold the hilt at all..."

Qing Huan took the hilt of the sword and held it horizontally in front of him. After sensing it for a moment, he said, "Liu Bai is dead, but his will is still there... I can try to revive him, but I don't know if he is willing to do so."

Mo Shanshan opened her mouth slightly and asked in disbelief and shock: "Resurrection?"

Lu Chenjia smiled, as if he thought there was nothing to be surprised about.

Qing Huan thought about it and said, "In addition to the body, the most important thing that makes up a person is the soul, and the soul is composed of a little innate spiritual light and acquired consciousness.

I once had a deep empathy with this sword. All of Liu Bai's memories and emotions are in my heart, and these are the acquired consciousness of Liu Bai.

If one only resurrects Liu Bai's memories and emotions, then what will eventually appear will only be a replica of Liu Bai.

But this sword still contains Liu Bai's will and his innate spiritual light. When the two are combined, the real Liu Bai is resurrected!"

Mo Shanshan's expression was indescribable. She swallowed and said, "Can this kind of thing really be done?"

Qing Huan thought about it and said, "I think... it can work."

“I” think it’s okay, so it really is okay!

……

For the next half month, Qing Huan would hold the sword and recite scriptures every day when he was awake, except when he slept. The scriptures were obscure and difficult to understand, and neither Mo Shan Shan nor Lu Chen Jia could understand them.

On the contrary, the goddess could understand and would come to listen to Qinghuan's chanting every day.

Every time after listening to it, there would be a hint of intelligence in her eyes.

Goddess, you are becoming more and more like a human being.

Until this day, the goddess finally served a bowl of real noodles.

The hot soup noodles not only have chopped green onions, but also four Sichuan peppercorns, and a golden and tender white fried egg is spread on top.

Qinghuan ate happily, taking big mouthfuls of food, which seemed extremely sweet.

Ning Que was watching from the side, his face full of resentment, and said, "Why isn't there any for me? In the past, I was the only one who could eat the one with fried eggs and peppercorns."

The goddess had a cold expression on her face, but there was some awkwardness in her eyes.

Qing Huan ate all the noodles and drank up the noodle soup. After wiping his mouth, he said contentedly, "Sang Sang, Master Buddha, I have been thinking about this bowl of noodles for a long time!"

The goddess said coldly: "No more fried eggs from now on!" Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, fumbled around for a long time, turned around and asked Lu Chenjia: "Did you bring the silver?"

Lu Chenjia rolled his eyes and said, "I am an emperor after all, why would I carry silver with me?"

Mo Shanshan smiled and took out a silver ingot and handed it over.

Qing Huan took it, threw it to the goddess, and said, "Sang Sang, give Master Buddha a smile?"

These words stunned Lu Chenjia and Mo Shanshan, and they looked suspicious.

The goddess was indifferent, and after a moment she said, "Not this price!"

"hiss--"

Qing Huan bared his teeth and inhaled, saying, "That's right, my status is different now, so my worth is naturally higher... Forget it, Master Buddha can't afford it, so I'll leave tomorrow."

The goddess said nothing, but just turned and left.

After she left, Ning Que said hurriedly: "Brother, she...she..."

Qing Huan smacked her lips and said, "She is Sang Sang now."

Ning Que was so excited that he didn't know what to do. He danced with joy, but suddenly froze and said, "But why is her attitude towards me still so cold?"

"That's a matter between you two. What does it have to do with a monk like me?"

Qing Huan said unhappily, then turned around and said, "Pack up, we'll leave tomorrow, Shan Shan, how about you? Will you come with us?"

Mo Shanshan nodded slightly and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Master."

Lu Chenjia asked curiously: "But didn't you ask her to cook a bowl of noodles for a month? You only ate one bowl."

"The point is not to eat noodles... I'll leave the rest for now."

……

The next day, Qing Huan took Lu Chenjia and Mo Shanshan out of the temple.

Under the watchful eyes of many Xiling priests, he leisurely left Taoshan. No one dared to stop him, not even the Xiling headmaster.

At the foot of Taoshan Mountain, Ye Hongyu stopped the three people and said to Qinghuan, "Sleep for a night?"

Qing Huan thought about it, nodded and agreed: "Then sleep for one night."

Lu Chenjia rolled his eyes.

Mo Shanshan opened her mouth in shock.

In the inn at night, listening to the noise next door, Mo Shanshan blushed and said to Lu Chenjia: "They... why are they like this?"

Lu Chenjia said helplessly: "I told you before, this kind of thing is just like eating and drinking water to them, the two of them are too calm."

Mo Shanshan thought for a moment, and finally blushed and buried her head in the quilt, covering her ears.

After all, she could not understand this state.

The next day, Qinghuan bid farewell to Ye Hongyu happily and left with the two girls.

……

The world seemed to have suddenly become quiet. The previous wars had caused all countries to quietly retract their claws and hide in their nests, licking their wounds.

But beneath this silence, various struggles are hidden.

After the battle of Qingxia, Ye Su, a wandering monk in Zhishou Temple, had his Qi Hai Xue Shan destroyed by Jun Mo's sword, and became an ordinary person without any cultivation.

Afterwards, Ye Su did not return to Zhishou Temple, but walked in the streets and alleys of the city, promoting his new understanding of Haotian Dao.

Once, he gained enlightenment from the world of life and death, but was almost unable to control his own sword after hearing a Buddhist command from Qing Huan. At that time, he began to doubt the principles he had learned since childhood.

Later on Mount Wa, Qing Huan directly controlled his natal sword and forced him all the way down Mount Wa. Since then, he has been trying to face his own heart.

When his cultivation was completely lost, the fog in his heart also dissipated along with his cultivation, and he had a sudden realization that "today I know who I am".

So he began to publicize his new insights, new ideas, and new Haotian Taoism.

This undoubtedly shook the foundation of the old Haotian Dao, and there was naturally a conflict between the new and the old.

Fortunately, Nanjin chose to shelter Ye Su, which provided the new Haotian Dao with soil to take root.

Taoism is alternating between the old and the new, and so is Buddhism. Qinghuan's new Buddhism and the old Buddhism of the Hanging Temple are also conflicting in Yuelun Kingdom.

In addition to the Taoist and Buddhist concepts, secular powers are also in conflict...

The world seems to be welcoming a new order. (End of this chapter)