Chapter 114 Newcomer, Sun and Moon are wrong

"Everyone, where is this? I am the current Dharma Master of Qingyuan Sect, Bai Mo."

A young man in Taoist robes walked out from the white fog.

Similar appearance, but the difference is the demeanor that is like a fairy descending to earth.

"Who are we? Briefly introduce ourselves..."

Not long after, Hokage Baimo briefly described the situation of several Baimos.

"So that's how it is." The young man held his chin up in thought. He looked around and examined everyone one by one.

"Introduce myself, Bai Mo, I come from a world of those with magical powers and seekers of the law."

"A person with supernatural powers, a person seeking the law?" The Hokage's eyes flickered. After thinking for a while, he asked uncertainly.

"Practicing Qi, building foundation, forming elixir?"

"No." The young man Bai Mo shook his head.

“Those who seek the Dharma and possess innate magical powers do not have the so-called… these things.”

"I'm sorry, I don't know what your world is like." Hokage Baimo shook his head.

The others had the same expression.

To sum it up in one sentence - most people haven't watched this anime, so they don't know what the plot is about.

"Really? That's fine too." The young man Bai Mo raised the corners of his mouth and said in a gentle tone.

"In seven days here, there will be no changes in the outside world. It is a good place for cultivation."

"Practice?" Bai Mo of the Dragon Clan's eyes lit up and he said bluntly.

"Discussing the Dao?"

"What?" The young man Bai Mo looked at him with some confusion.

"To demonstrate our views on humanity, the world, civilization, and the future..."

It is not the so-called magic or supernatural power, but the collision between "Tao", the concepts of the Tao that you choose.

"I don't know."

The young boy Bai Mo shook his head and sighed as he narrated his own world.

The endless battles between the supernatural beings and the corpses of the law, the battles that spread across the entire world...

"Don't you know how to get there?" The dragon Baimo looked at him calmly.

The young man Baimo nodded.

"Yes, I just want to pass on the Qingyuan method and take care of my... junior sister."

"Junior sister?" Xingtie Baimo's eyes lit up. He walked in front of her and curiously asked, "What's your story?"

"My story is... well, a lucky guy."

“Because of the scourge of the Dharma corpse, I have been following my master to practice since I can remember, slaying the Dharma corpse, exorcising demons, and protecting the world.

Then the master participated in the battle of karma, and only she and I were left, and then she... became a Dharma corpse."

"What did you choose?" Hokage Baimo looked at the young Baimo curiously.

Do you choose to kill her with your ideals, or...

"I am studying the True Blood of All Industries and want to change this."

The young man Bai Mo seemed to have already accepted this matter. He said calmly: "I am chasing power."

"Why?" Conan Baimo asked with some doubt: "You are pursuing power, but... knowledge is the most important... power is just the application of knowledge..."

"I need strength. The war between the gods and the corpses has already begun.

The war between Xia and Shang, and the change of dynasty power, will lead to the emergence of large numbers of Dharma corpses. During this chaotic period, I need strength to protect my loved ones."

"I can give you power, but I am not sure whether you will become corrupted and crazy because of the power of disaster."

“The way of the saints can easily lead to the annihilation of your self.”

"Although I am not deeply involved in the study of magic, it is enough to help you move forward..."

Xingtie Baimo clapped his hands and then looked at the young Baimo.

"The power of the envoy is so great that it is difficult for ordinary people to bear it."

"Okay, as long as I can gain power, then... that's enough. Let's trade."

…………

"Free is the most expensive thing." Bai Mo calmly looked at the ancient statue in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The plug-in, or perhaps it was the insignificant fragments of his own memory, those seemingly true memories, the steel birds in his mind, the vehicles whizzing past, in short, this mysterious space allowed Bai Mo to gain "a lot".

But it was just as he thought in his heart.

This is an investment.

Free pie?
There is no such thing as a free lunch with an annual fee. Everything has a price.

"Investment, supernatural powers, spells, talismans, Dharma bodies..." Bai Mo narrowed his eyes and tapped the back of his hand with his fingers.

This is a Taoist temple, an ordinary sect with not many disciples.

During the early days of the Shang Dynasty, the fighting between the supernatural beings and the corpses continued to spread, and even developed into a previous war of cause and effect. Many towering sects were knocked down by the rain like leaves.

Once upon a time, this Taoist temple had countless disciples, flying swords and cloud boats covered the sky, and the vast magic power gathered into a mountain-like building...

But these are all in the past, and everything has disappeared.

There has never been an immortal sect. Even the Three True Dharmas passed down by the future Immortal Lord Changshi Wanfa, who will be the best in the past and present, almost died out. A causal war between Xia and Shang, a tide of corpses caused by the war of national change, a fight between the supernatural powers, the practitioners of the law and the endless tide of corpses, everything ended.

The masters with supernatural powers died, the elders and disciples died in battle, and now there are only a few cats and dogs left in the Qingyuan sect, which has completely lost its former glory.

"Different universes, different time and space, different me, this knowledge... is truly a great miracle."

With a sigh, Bai Mo reached out to take off his upper robe, sat cross-legged with his palms facing the sky.

Above the skin, the purple lines are like star halos, and these silk threads are densely linked together, like the stars in the sky.

As it breathes in and out, the Tao flows freely like a dragon, and that tiny bit of insignificant power seems to evolve everything at this moment.

"Master, there is someone outside the door looking for you." A female voice as soft as candy woke up Bai Mo who was practicing.

He opened his eyes, the light gradually faded away, Bai Mo put on the Taoist robes of a master of magic, and arrived at the front hall.

It is called the front hall, but it is just a large open space at the entrance and exit of the Taoist temple.

At the western corner of here, there are some seasonal vegetables planted on the wasteland, which look green.

Seeing Bai Mo coming, the young man who had been sitting on the stone bench waiting impatiently stopped chatting with the girl in green sitting next to him. He strode towards Bai Mo.

The young man had sword-like eyebrows. He was wearing the official uniform of the Shang Dynasty. The jade pendant on his waist and the patterns painted on his sleeves gave him an awe-inspiring demeanor.

He was an official of the Shang Dynasty, and one of high rank.

"Qingyuan Sect, the seventh generation master, Bai Mo."

"Master Bai, in..."

"Another corpse has appeared, right?"

Without the young man in front of him saying much, Bai Mo could see at a glance the aftermath of the residual power of the magic corpse on him. This power was like a bright light at night in the eyes of those with supernatural powers.

"You are worthy of being the Dharma Master. You have a keen eye. This is what happened."

Then the young man narrated what had happened.

Dharma corpses. After the Shang Dynasty destroyed the Xia Dynasty, many Dharma corpses took advantage of the continuous large and small wars between different tribes in the current era and began to devour the spirits of living people.

Generally, the corpses born are easy to deal with, and ordinary people have ways to kill them. This kind of corpses are called zombies in folk records. They are dead but not rotten, their corpses are stiff, and there is resentment inside their bodies.

If it were just zombies, even a farmer with not much skills on his hands could easily take care of them.

But if a person with magical powers dies and is transformed into a Dharma corpse, then under the influence of the true blood of all karmas, he will become a Dharma corpse with intelligence and even magical powers.

At this moment, the corpse is no different from a living person.

As for the top masters of great magical powers, the Dharma corpse is just another form of existence for them. Apart from being controlled by the Ten Thousand Industry Corpse Immortals and having to devour the vitality of living people, they are no different from themselves before they became Dharma corpses.

"In Qinghe Lake, there is a village that has not received its annual salary this year. I sent people to check several times, but no one came back."

"I went to see it myself, and from a distance, I found that there was no one living in the village."

"So, you think this is a Dharma corpse being born, and it is a Dharma corpse that was born after the death of a person with supernatural powers." Bai Mo turned his head and looked at the girl with a bun next to him.

The girl nodded.

"The aura on you is indeed that of a magic corpse. Fortunately, you did not go deeper, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

"Following the rules of the Qingyuan Sect left by my master, I will help you get rid of the corpse."

"Thank you." After getting Bai Mo's promise, the man turned around and left without hesitation.

After Bai Mo was sure that the man had left, his face became serious.

"A magical person?"

"Yes." The girl opened her mouth, her sharp teeth were filled with scarlet hostility, her eyes were bloody and cruel, and she could hear the wailing of living creatures.

She is a Dharma corpse.

"Mystic, this is enough for you to eat for a while."

"Brother, is it true that I did not violate the rules of my sect by becoming a Dharma corpse?" The girl retracted her teeth and changed her appearance back to her original normal look, then she tilted her head and looked at Bai Mo.

"I am the master of the law."

"Do you understand?" Reaching out and patting her head, Bai Mo deliberately put on the majestic look of a master of magic, and at the same time pinched her cheeks, kneading them back and forth like kneading dough.

"The sect rules that the Dharma Master says are the sect rules."

"I just got a knife."

"Okay, wait for my news."

Moving to the hall of the Taoist temple, Bai Mo looked at the boxes of each generation of masters placed there, among which there was his own small box.

"Qingyuan Sect, the seventh generation master, Bai Mo."

Bai Mo recited his "dead" self word by word.

"When I protected her who had become a corpse, I was already dead."

"…………You want me to kill all the corpses and protect the righteous path, but I am still a human being after all~"

He inexplicably recalled his past journey of seeking Dharma and practicing cultivation. Bai Mo's hands were covered with countless dead corpses.

Zombies? Magical corpses with intelligence? So much love, hate, and vengeance... He ignored all of them.

After adding three incense sticks to the incense burner, Bai Mo left the hall.

After he left, a faint sigh echoed in the empty and cold hall.

　The sun and the moon are in the same position, but it was the early Shang Dynasty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)