Chapter 1 Bodhi?!

Yuan Mouren, who had been devoid of interest and resigned to annihilation, suddenly jolted, his voice fluctuating like never before.

Bodhi?

Yuan Mouren was stunned, a picture uncontrollably surfacing in his mind.

Above the high heavens, the sky was clear for tens of thousands of miles. Besides the six great suns, there wasn't a trace of clouds. Golden light scattered over the boundless earth, plants faced the sun, and everything flourished.

It was a spring morning more than sixty thousand years ago. The mist had just dissipated between the mountains, and he was inhaling spiritual energy on the mountaintop, beating his chest and roaring.

Outside the mountain, a boy in red robes strolled over.

He was peerlessly handsome, tall and upright, with an air of arrogance between his brows. He was like a painting, like an immortal, capturing all the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth.

He was the most unforgettable person he had ever seen in his life.

At the time, he had reported his sect, claiming to be from 'One Heart Temple', studying under 'Bodhi Ancestor'…

A coincidence?!

Or...?

He couldn't clearly perceive what the outsider was, but his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Confucius had said that the day of his great limit would be the beginning of his rebirth. Could it be that he wasn't lying to him?!

But, before the Battle of Fa Tian, for a very long time, he had searched for the traces of that so-called 'Bodhi Ancestor' more than once, but all to no avail.

Even during the Battle of Fa Tian, when they fell into absolute disadvantage, and one after another fell, there was no sign of that 'Bodhi Ancestor'.

But now, he encountered someone (or a demon) from 'the same path'?

He believed that there must be coincidences in this world, but he didn't believe that such a coincidence would happen to him.

Instead, he suspected that behind the battle fifty thousand years ago, there must be something he didn't know, or that they were hiding something from him!

"He seems to recognize me..."

An Qisheng felt a stirring within him, his thoughts capturing that stirring, faintly sensing something.

Buzz~

As his thoughts moved, he captured the stirring in his heart.

Someone of his realm could perceive the heavens and the earth, and certain unknowable messages in the darkness, but he couldn't necessarily find them every time.

But when his heart mirror trembled, he actually captured something.

On the ancient yet clear mirror, a faint, serene light appeared, and a strange yet familiar voice echoed in his heart:

"Only by mastering all Daos can you find their root..."

Huh?

An Qisheng's mind jolted, his thoughts suddenly probing into his heart realm.

Buzz!

It was as if a bronze bell was ringing in his heart, its sound seeming to drift from endless years ago, not necessarily grand, but without the slightest feeling of interruption.

An Qisheng concentrated and watched, vaguely following this sound, he saw mountains rising and falling like thousands of peaks opening halberds, ten thousand fathoms opening screens.

Among them was an immortal mountain, with countless auspicious grasses and exotic flowers, and countless goblins and beasts. It seemed to contain boundless mysteries, yet it was naturally harmonious with the heaven and earth.

And on that immortal mountain, in an ancient cave, a gaze seemed to look across mountains and seas, traversing the void and meeting his own:

"Cannot be sought, cannot be sought..."

That is.....

A tidal wave rose in An Qisheng's heart, and the throbbing soared. The moment he saw that gaze, he already knew what it was.

That was the fragment of his primordial spirit that he had once self-severed...

The true meaning of the avatar technique was a great supernatural power that even he could not master at this time.

The heart is boundless, but people have limits.

Like him at this time, he could not create an avatar whose mind, thoughts, and perceptions were completely different from his own.

Self-severing the primordial spirit was an exception.

Because in a sense, it was him severing everything except his own true wisdom.

Without his addition or influence, his primordial spirit fragments were truly likely to give birth to thoughts and perceptions different from his own.

The so-called 'I am not me' was like this.

Of course, the root of this lay in his exploration of the 'soul template'. In the self-severed primordial spirit, there were already his various explorations of the 'avatar' technique.

'The Battle of Fa Tian fifty thousand years ago may be related to my self-severed primordial spirit fragments...'

An Qisheng's heart rose to clarity: 'Or is it the future me giving a warning?'

He had clarity in his heart, but his doubts grew more and more.

He couldn't truly determine what he had glimpsed, because there was an indescribable force blocking his glimpse.

Boom!

In a fleeting moment, the picture began to collapse under the distortion of an indescribable force.

In an instant, it had all dissipated.

An Qisheng frowned in his heart, feeling that ever since he came to this world, there had been an unknowable force in the darkness blocking him.

Not wanting him to capture something.

Who could it be…

"You are Bodhi... no, no..."

Yuan Mouren had doubts in his heart. If he couldn't break free from the seal, he would almost rush out to find out the root cause.

He was both surprised and suspicious.

He really doubted whether Confucius had lied to him, but would a proud person like him lie?

But how could it be outside this Buddha pagoda...

"Today my heart is disturbed. If there is anything, let's talk about it after surviving today."

An Qisheng wrapped the broken nail with his divine will, and in a flash, he had escaped from this sealed place.

The great demon under the Buddha pagoda who called himself Yuan Mouren was said to be approaching his limit.

But the lifespan of great demons was tens of thousands of years, and their approach was not the same as that of ordinary people.

Living a few more days might not be impossible.

"You!"

Yuan Mouren was anxious and called out repeatedly, but An Qisheng had no intention of paying attention to him, and in a blink of an eye, he had withdrawn from the ground.

Hu~

In the dimness of the rabbit demon's small courtyard study, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, the night was already deep.

Peeking into the ground had already passed a day. At this time, the outside world was silent, with only the sound of wind blowing and snow falling faintly echoing.

"Yuan Mouren... the Phoenix Emperor's Fa Tian..."

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, and there were some ups and downs in the depths of his eyes.

The glimpse in the mirror and a message sent by Sa Wuling from afar kept rising in his heart, colliding from time to time.

Because of the obstruction of that unclear force, it was difficult for him to see its meaning completely.

But he also vaguely captured the most important information from the two times.

Sa Wuling's words were to remind him that time was running out, but before that, he could let go and act.

And the information in the mirror was to warn himself not to seek it.

It's just that this 'do not seek' is not to let him explore the hidden great enemy in this world, or his own primordial spirit fragments?

He had some thoughts in his heart, perhaps both.

Then, An Qisheng had a clear understanding in his heart. Either the hidden great enemy was waiting for him to reveal his flaws, or his primordial spirit fragments had fallen under the surveillance of some people.

And no matter which possibility, An Qisheng understood in his heart that there was a surging undercurrent hidden in this seemingly peaceful world.

Who is the great enemy who can capture his existence across time and space?

"Only by mastering all Daos can you find their root..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself.

The meaning in the message in the mirror, whether it was his own primordial spirit fragments or a message passed by himself in the future by some means, was very clear and simple.

The mastermind behind the scenes was hidden in the most invisible and most common spiritual machines of 'Daoism, Buddhism, demons, ghosts, and evil' in this world.

Spiritual machines are poisonous, but if you don't eat their poison, you will never find their traces, and you will never find the 'antidote'.

An Qisheng deeply felt the malice of this world, and felt a sense of heaviness in his heart.

If he hadn't self-severed his primordial spirit and moved with various bodies, perhaps the moment he entered this world, he would have fallen into the hands of the mastermind behind the scenes?

In the end, there is no invincible supernatural power in this world. An existence that can calculate himself across time and space may not be able to perceive his 'Entering Dreams into the Great Thousand' supernatural power by some means.

"Spiritual machines are poisonous, but can't I not eat them?"

An Qisheng cut off many distracting thoughts, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Da da~

A few knocks rang out on the door, and Rabbit Eight had already pushed the door open. Seeing An Qisheng putting down the book, he praised, "Sure enough, you are a studious demon, unlike Little White, who gets annoyed when he sees books. He is clearly enlightened, but he can't speak human language."

"Your collection of books is quite rich."

An Qisheng put down the book and glanced at the rabbit demon.

This rabbit demon said that he was close to the human race, but in fact, he had already been influenced by humans. Every move he made was imitating humans, trying to get closer to humans.

Unfortunately, he learned a bit of everything, but nothing well. He had neither the appearance of an emperor nor the refined air of a well-read scholar.

Of course, it wasn't that the rabbit demon was stupid, but that the teachers he could find were just old scholars in villages and towns who enlightened children.

This rabbit demon didn't even understand 'human affairs', so how could he be fully taught?

However, the fact that this rabbit demon had such a heart was more than most demons who only wanted to devour humans to practice their skills.

If it weren't for the twists and turns in his fate, he might not have been able to achieve some success.

"That's natural."

Rabbit Eight was proud. In the past few decades, he had walked through countless human villages and towns, and worshiped countless teachers in village schools.

Naturally, he had obtained many books.

As he spoke, Rabbit Eight felt a little regret:

"Alas, it's a pity that there are many restrictions and formations outside human cities, and there are also military auras and cultivators. I can't enter them, otherwise, I would have even more books."

In today's world, the human race is powerful. There are more cultivators than enlightened demons, and there are many experts in the military.

Of course, there are not many people like Qiao Moke who swept away the demonic aura in the mountains, but there are too many of the next level. He had exhausted all his tricks and failed to enter any big city.

And several times he was almost discovered and lost his life.

An Qisheng shook his head and said nothing.

This rabbit demon was lively and couldn't stay still. He had worshiped countless teachers over the years. The key was that he learned a variety of things but didn't master them well. Moreover, he was bewitched by someone to prefer the art of emperors.

A rabbit demon with only one small white cabbage demon under his command, what would he use to learn the art of emperors?

"I heard that a 'great Confucian scholar' will pass by here tonight. He is a great Confucian scholar from Qi Tang Kingdom, with hundreds of disciples. He must be carrying many books with him. How about we go and 'borrow a copy' from him?"

After sighing, Rabbit Eight perked up and became high-spirited.

"A great Confucian scholar?"

An Qisheng was noncommittal, but he understood.

This should be the key to why this rabbit demon would die, right?

The world is vast, and demons can restrain their aura and be no different from humans. Even if the Demon Slayer Hall had considerable power, there was no reason to kill all the demonic auras in the world.

Moreover, they wouldn't go to great lengths for just a small rabbit demon.

The reason why they found this rabbit demon was probably because he was too lively.

"That's right!"

Rabbit Eight looked quite excited: "Confucius has seventy-two Confucian scholars. It is said that this great Confucian scholar is a descendant of 'Zeng'. He is not from Qi Tang Kingdom, but is imitating his ancestor to travel around the countries and practice his own knowledge!"

When he talked about this, where was there any hatred for the human race in Rabbit Eight?

"Huh?"

An Qisheng's heart stirred.

This Confucius...

His eyes flickered for a moment: "I have gained a lot in the study today. This time, I will get some books for you."

"You?"

Rabbit Eight was stunned. Just as he was about to refuse, An Qisheng reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "They are just a group of mortals. Since you want to be a demon king, how can you do everything yourself?"

Although this rabbit demon was full of hatred, there was no blood debt on his body. Whether it was because his nature disliked blood or he was timid and dared not kill people.

He could be considered a good demon.

If he didn't know it, it would be fine, but now that he knew it, it wouldn't hurt to save him casually.

"This..."

Rabbit Eight's body trembled, and he only felt a burst of comfort in his heart. This was the second demon to recognize him. For a moment, he even forgot to scold him for patting his shoulder.

When he came back to his senses, An Qisheng had already walked out of the room. With a few flashes, he had disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Hey!"

Rabbit Eight came back to his senses and saw that he had gone far away. Just as he was about to chase after him, he stopped.

He paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself:

"That's right, how can there be a king who does everything himself? Forget it, since he wants to show his loyalty, this king will give him this opportunity..."

After walking a few steps, the rabbit demon couldn't suppress his nature. The imposing dragon-like steps he had tried to imitate were immediately forgotten, and he hopped to the front yard.

He was going to tell his only two subordinates...

......

Hu hu~

The six great suns bring endless light in the daytime, but at night there are only stars in the sky. The wind blows hoarsely, the night is dark and there is no light, and the heavy snow becomes the only color in the world.

In the wilderness, a convoy is moving alone in the wind and snow, with no more than a dozen carriages and no more than a hundred people.

But they treat the wind and snow as if they were nothing, moving much faster than ordinary people running wildly in the daytime. The carriages are pulled not by ordinary beasts, but by different kinds of dragon steeds that have been enlightened.

Creak creak~

The tall wheels rolled over the thick snow.

Yang Ming put 'beast charcoal' into the red clay stove, and the heat was transmitted in the carriage, roasting the wine pot on it.

"Teacher, the war in Qi Tang is imminent. We should not have come to Nanhua. That Qiao Moke comes from the military. He is fierce in killing. If he clashes with the teacher, wouldn't that be a great misfortune?"

Seeing that the wine was warm, Yang Ming carefully poured wine for the old man in front of him, whose beard and hair were all white, but his face was rosy and his eyes were clear:

"Since you have declined the high official positions offered by the King of Qi Tang, why bother to wade into this muddy water?"

The old man was taller than his disciple. He sat upright in the carriage, and his beard and hair were meticulous. Hearing this, he shook his head:

"Our generation's Dao is in the mortal world, not for the sake of gain, not retreating because of difficulties. Qi Tang has not been at peace for long, and starting another war is not a good thing for the people."

The old man was old, but his voice was as sonorous as swords and swords, causing the disciple's heart to tremble.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Yang Ming became more and more careful.

"The king fights with the emperor. If persuasion fails..."

As he spoke, the old Confucian sighed:

"Then I can only kill them together."