The Era of the Law of the People: Full-level Talent at the Beginning

　　Look at these scenes.

　　Zhou Fan's face was calm, and the corner of his mouth whispered softly: "So this is painting, this is life, I watched countless images in paintings, dark Buddha statues, Taoist catalogues... I didn't expect to only understand the shape, but lose the reality. "

　　"Wrong, it shouldn't be like this."

　　In the murmur, his figure disappeared in a flash.

　　A voice resounded over the yard: "Old locust tree, guard here for me."

　　The huge old locust tree shook.

　　Twenty-five years after coming to the second small world.

　　The dynasty added an ascetic who walked the world.

　　The ascetic monk was Zhou Fan.

　　He set out from Beiguo County, along the official roads, rivers, and rivers, and traveled all over the [-] states of the dynasty and [-] houses...

　　During this period, he saw the famine of Yizi, the absurdity of worshipping the river demon, and the devouring of the Buddhist temple of the walking merchant.

　　Countless situations that he had only seen in the paintings were displayed one by one in front of his eyes.

　　Zhou Fan is like a passerby, witnessing a world in which demons are chaotic and dynasties are shattered.

　　It's full of darkness here.

　　There is despair here.

　　He knows that even if he takes action, he will destroy the source of all this - the dark Maitreya Buddha and the descendants.

　　Can't save this world.

　　and so.

　　When he finished painting in the yard that year, he said 'wrong, it shouldn't be like this'.

　　but.

　　that moment.

　　In the chaotic world of demons, the collapse of the dynasty has already formed a general trend.

　　Under the glory of heaven.

　　He can't change.

　　He can save a dynasty, but he can't save a world heading towards the abyss of destruction.

　　but.

　　Zhou Fan never gave up.

　　……

　　Forty-five years of cold and summer have passed quietly.

　　Accelerated by Ji Ruxue and the others, the entire dynasty has been shattered for more than ten years.

　　In addition to Beishan Prefecture, the other thirty-five prefectures were full of demon cholera, and there was no cock crowing for thousands of miles, and a large number of people fled to Beishan Prefecture.

　　Beiguo County has become the last piece of paradise in the world.

　　Huoshan House.

　　Under the dark Maitreya Buddha in the ancient temple.

　　Hundreds of descendants gathered to worship.

　　The boy who was headed back then is now a middle-aged man.

　　He was covered in black robes and wore a Maitreya mask, and his eyes were still as cold as ice.

　　"Dark Maitreya Buddha is just a mile away from reaching the limit of this small world - True Yang Realm. When I step through Beishan Mansion tomorrow, you can freely search for the resources of this world and get reincarnation points."

　　The other descendants looked at each other.

　　All breathed a sigh of relief.

　　They are still willing to stay in this small world just for resources and for evaluation.

　　After all, the opportunity to come to a small world is very precious.

　　No one wants to leave early.

　　The next day.

　　Millions of demons in the entire dynasty gathered.

　　Earthquakes.

　　The black clouds rolled towards Beishan Mansion. .

Chapter 23

　　rain.

　　rainstorm!

　　Pour down!

　　Thick rain and fog enveloped the entire Beishan Mansion.

　　At the junction of Yinfeng Valley, in a recently renovated temple.

　　Refugees crowded together in darkness.

　　The demons are under pressure, and panic is spreading.

　　All the refugees had anxiety and fear in their eyes.

　　Beiguo County was completely overcrowded.

　　The streets, alleys, and outside the city are full of people.

　　The thirty-six capitals of the dynasty, all those who could still move and walk, all gathered here.

　　There is only one place that remains spacious.

　　That is the courtyard of the fairy in the painting.

　　The rain is getting heavier.

　　Countless people with wet clothes would not dare to set foot in this small courtyard, no matter how crowded they were.

　　Because this is everyone's last hope.

　　this day.

　　Elderly parents, accompanied by my sister sitting under the huge old locust tree in the yard.

　　The canopy of the old locust tree is like a big umbrella, covering the small courtyard, blocking a lot of rain from the outside.

　　Not a drop of rain falls in the courtyard.

　　Father paced back and forth on crutches.

　　Mother twisted the beads in her hand and kept mumbling.

　　The elder sister spread out the rice paper calmly, pressed it with a good paperweight, and walked to the corner of the fixed stone platform, grinding the ink slowly and skillfully.

　　In the entire Beishan Mansion and Beiguo County, only my sister did not panic.

　　she knows.

　　My brother will definitely come back.

　　bang ka ka ~

　　Thick lightning flashes from time to time in the dark clouds that fill the sky.

　　The deafening thunder sound made countless people even more frightened.

　　At this time.

　　The torrential rain was pouring, and a figure appeared on the road where the water became a river.

　　The figure is not fast, but one step has crossed thousands of meters.

　　Shrink to size.

　　He is Zhou Fan who has traveled to every corner of the entire dynasty.

　　Twenty years later.

　　He returned to Beishan Mansion.

　　Standing in front of the Yinfeng Valley temple, looking at the desperate and fearful refugees, he remained silent.

　　Take one step.

　　He came to the gate of the county town.

　　A large number of crowded people were soaked in the rain, one by one, waiting hard.

　　within the county.

　　All are people.

　　Even the roof was crowded with people.

　　Everyone looked at the distance in horror, millions of demons and countless ghosts were getting closer.

　　Zhou Fan shook his head gently and walked towards the small courtyard where he had stayed for twenty-five years.

　　The parents seemed to feel something, looked up at the gate of the courtyard, and their tense hearts slowly fell.

　　The elder sister didn't look back, but there was a smile on her face, and her grinding movements naturally accelerated.

　　Zhou Fan walked to the stone platform.

　　After [-] years of life experience, his heart is very calm.It's like the white rice paper in front of you, not stained with dust.

　　Look up at the reincarnation mark.