My hero is myself

Keep counting.

Hundreds of numbers jumped in my consciousness, as if they would never end.

Finally, nothingness is no longer nothingness.

The crack in perception is actually an error in the operation of the law of the avenue, which awakens a sleeping grand will.

"Human soul? Why is it so powerful?"

A curious and playful voice sounded, and Roland felt cold fingers sliding across his body.

Just like in the real world, various perceptions of sight, touch, smell, and hearing poured into his consciousness, and his own existence was restored.

A torrent of information flooded his soul, which was already floating in the sky in nothingness.

But Roland just endured it calmly, showing no signs of collapse.

After countless years of tempering, his soul was as pure and pure as a baby.

Such a will can withstand any change.

Roland saw the beautiful mountains and fields in front of him. On the grass, the lazy sister stretched out and gently combed her long hair like fire.

She was dressed lightly and coolly, only covering the key parts of her hot figure. She had a pair of bare little feet, and the land she walked on was full of flowers.

"It's amazing that someone can cross the Ganges and get here..."

"Tathagata, you are back."

Roland recognized that this demon-like woman was actually the other side of Buddha.

That's why this strange story is so powerful and always restrains its nature.

The Buddha gave up the path he had attained and the way out he had clearly found, and actually came back in the last days of Kyushu.

He shattered his own paradise of three thousand whirling thoughts and turned it into an ark carrying the last hope of mankind.

Naturally, one's own nature will undergo many mutations due to the twisted rules, turning it into the form of a demon.

Because actively controlling people's hearts, compiling dreams, and imprisoning those people is not the universal salvation of all sentient beings that the Buddha originally desired.

"Hey, you actually know this name... It seems that you are also an old thing who does not belong to this era."

Sister Tathagata laughed so hard that she waved her hands boldly, "Those things are no longer important. You have the ability to travel through time. I think you are here to help me complete this thing."

Several bamboo slips floated in front of her. If she looked carefully, they contained countless information and heroic stories from all over the world of Kyushu.

This is the birth of Kyushu, the original "Kyushu Heroes".

It could also be the latest "Kyushu Heroes" after his intervention.

Roland sighed lightly.

He had guessed this possibility, but when it actually happened, he felt that the entanglement of cause and effect was really complicated.

"Is she all right?"

"That cat you mean? Just ask yourself."

Sister Yu Tathagata pointed her golden light at the center of Luo Lan's eyebrows.

Volume 217: Entering Kyushu for the first time: Chapter [-] Nezha shocked the entire Yuxu Palace

On the grassy grassland, the Tathagata in the image of a royal sister showed a smile full of bad taste:

If you wake up from your sweet dream, you must be punished.

Thinking of that soul’s unparalleled perseverance to escape from the Ganges.

As a result, he was easily transported back to a dreamland in the Ganges River.

Hehe, the administrator's permissions are really useful!

Even if he might be an old friend from the past, he wouldn't be polite.

It's over after being happy~

What she arranged was, of course, not just a simple encounter, but a "story" with director and setting.

"What kind of interesting plot will happen between the immortal soul and the stupid cat that has been waiting for thousands of years?"

Sister Yu Tathagata lay casually on the ground, waving her hands to make the sunshine warmer, and narrowed her eyes in comfort.

Just like a blue cat enjoying the sunshine and eating endless amounts of dried fish at home.

She put her hands behind her head and admired the scenery passing by quickly.

A typical expression of waiting to be eaten.

In the little free time before the world was completely destroyed, there were fewer and fewer variables that could bring her fun.

have to cherish.

Maybe, we can let them act for a few more lives.

The red-haired lady summoned a wine gourd, drank a few sips happily, and then showed a look of regret:

"It's a pity that the drunkard I conjured has a taste, but he can't get himself drunk. I really hate this kind of sobriety..."

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Roland felt like the world was spinning, and his body retreated uncontrollably into the Ganges River.

What's even more terrifying this time is that my memory is getting blurry, and the experiences that have been etched in my heart are getting weaker and weaker.

"Hey, you bald ass, why don't you play by the rules?"

He raised his head and protested to Yujie Tathagata.

But the only response in his ears seemed to be her unbridled laughter.

Be angry, be powerless,

The harder you scold me, the happier I will be~

Roland simply shut up.

He remembered that she was not a Buddha, she was a demon.

Everything goes according to one's heart, and happiness follows one's nature.

She has fallen from the camp of order into the camp of chaos.

The kindness deep in your soul has not changed, but when it doesn't matter, you don't mind treating others as fun.

Pure rules and precepts, common creeds, have no meaning to the Tathagata who has shown his true nature as a demon.

"I don't know what she went through after she left the sky to become like this."

Roland recalled that the Tathagata he had come into contact with, whether it was the golden body in the Mahavira Palace or the little monk in the lotus realm, all acted according to their own principles.

The Buddhist sect she established is also the most hierarchical and has many rules.

Everyone can become a Buddha.

It also means that deep down in her heart, she hopes that everyone will look like a certain standard.

As a result, she ended up becoming a lawless and crazy person.

Such a huge change must be a quite unique experience.

What's even more intriguing is that this madman returned to Kyushu after cutting off the shackles of destiny...

At the beginning, she broke into the void and left.

"Wow--"

Roland's thinking became increasingly difficult to sustain because of his incomplete memory.

Finally it turned into a crisp baby cry.

"Congratulations, Commander-in-Chief, congratulations, Commander-in-Chief, Madam has given you another Lin'er."

In the rather wealthy mansion, doctors and women were busy, and the middle-aged man dressed as a military general was full of joy.

He looked at his weak wife on the bed and said warmly:

"As discussed before, let's call this child Nezha~"

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Nezha did not have the auspiciousness of birth to break open the flesh ball after three years of pregnancy, nor did he have the strength to speak and punch his old father.

He was just a little better behaved and quieter than the other kids.

When you are hungry or tired, you can symbolically cry a few times to remind your parents, and stop at one point.

Occasionally, when no one was around, he would stare into the distance.

It's like an old man recalling his bravery...

But I can't remember exactly what I did.

Li Jing, the commander-in-chief of Chentangguan, and his wife couldn't help but laugh knowingly when they saw their third son looking like a little adult.

The fat baby, who looks like a small bun, has Sichuan lines wrinkled, which is so interesting.

Mrs. Li rubbed Nezha's eyebrows, curious:

What on earth would he be thinking about?

Or is it that Meng Po Soup has not fully taken effect and you still remember things from your previous life?

She always felt a little sorry for this little son who was too quiet and too well-behaved.

It is much easier to support than Jin Zha and Muzha back then.

But because he was too obedient, as a mother, I always felt that I took less care of him.

The greatness of motherhood is that it is doubly satisfied when it is needed.

When Nezha was four years old, he followed his father during morning exercises and gestured with a small wooden sword.

It actually looks similar.

Li Jing was greatly surprised.

It's just that at Nezha's age, it's still too early to start practicing martial arts.

The real training of martial arts consumes energy and blood, and it takes seven or eight years to lay the foundation.

After thinking for a while, he casually taught Nezha some postures, only ensuring basic exercise to enhance physical fitness.

In this way, Nezha grew up to be five years old.

A slovenly Taoist priest passing by was shocked when he saw Nezha going out to play.

"Master Li's talent is unparalleled in the world, and he has great wisdom in rebirth. It is no exaggeration to say that he was an immortal in this world!"

The Taoist priest claims to be the true successor of Taiyi from Yuxu Palace, so he accepts Nezha as his disciple and promises endless benefits.

It's just that Li Jingnai is the commander-in-chief of Chentangguan. He has a big family and a great business, and he loves his children very much.

How could he be willing to go to the Kunlun Mountains to seek enlightenment?

Nezha in the original timeline was naughty and naughty, and Li Jing couldn't control him, so he sent him to be an apprentice to an immortal.

Now Nezha is well-behaved and sensible, neither noisy nor noisy.

He also has the martial arts talent to inherit his father's legacy and excel in martial arts.

How could Li Jing give such a good son to someone else as his apprentice?

This era is full of mystery.

No one is convinced by the warriors or cultivators, and even body training has the power to break through the void.

Li Jing didn't think Yuxu Palace was that good.

But the sloppy Taoist priest who didn't care about anything at first had his eyes shining brightly. When he heard that Li Jing wouldn't let him go, he shamelessly stayed in his house and refused to leave:

I just want to accept your youngest son as a disciple.