You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 346: I only want a little happiness in this life

This is bound to be a difficult road.

After leaving An Ning's protection range, "Zuo Chen" came to a vast wilderness.

The scenery here is not as elegant as before and it is not safe either.

There are many evil practitioners and bandits here. If an ordinary person comes here, he will be eaten up within three days, leaving only bones on the ground.

"Zuo Chen" was lucky enough. When he first entered the border, he did not encounter any evil cultivators who could take his life. Instead, he encountered many black shops and bandits.

He entered a roadside shop and just as he ordered a bowl of tea, someone tried to drug him. Fortunately, Zuo Chen still had some cultivation, and ordinary drugs had no effect on him. The owner and the cook of the black shop wanted to chop him up with a kitchen knife, and Zuo Chen had no choice but to take their lives.

He was walking through the woods by the roadside and met a few bandits with some skills running out. He didn't know how to speak the mountain jargon, so the bandits planned to take his life and steal the coffin. "Zuo Chen" was irritated, and he jumped and shuttled in the woods, ambushed them based on the terrain, and used his own magical methods to take off the heads of all the bandits.

He came to a small town, and after finding no danger, he planned to rest there. Unexpectedly, the people in the town believed that there were precious treasures in his big coffin, and wanted to keep him. "Zuo Chen" was forced to fight, was seriously injured, and survived the disaster. In the end, he was broken and then rebuilt, and mastered all the skills. He slaughtered the entire town, and left covered in blood.

This vast wilderness left a heavy mark on Zuo Chen's life experience, and also improved his Taoism and fighting skills by more than one and a half stars.

After reading this experience, the Bodhisattva thought for a moment, and his expression suddenly became a little strange:
“If I remember correctly, a long time ago, there were frequent demon disasters in the mountains outside the mountains. Evil cultivators and monsters occupied the mountaintops and swaggered into the mortal world, claiming to be the king and dominating. As a result, the surrounding yellow sand was full of bones.

"In this situation, there was a knight who carried a coffin and crossed the wilderness. He killed many thieves and monsters. He was called Gu Yanzhi. He went straight to the Great West and disappeared. Many people believed that he had become a Buddha...

"Master, this person is not you, right?"

"Me? I only have this little ability at this stage, how can I fight the big monster? It must be someone else." Zuo Chen waved his hands, not believing that this was something his past self had done.

However, the Bodhisattva was still looking at "Zuo Chen" passing by.

Since entering the wilderness, "Zuo Chen's" cultivation level has been improving at an incredible speed.

If An Ning knew about this speed of cultivation, it would definitely attract the attention of many old guys.

According to the understanding of those old guys of Dashi, they will definitely fight and try every means to bring "Zuo Chen" into their own sect.

Several people continued to travel with the past "Zuo Chen", observing how far he would go.

In the mountains and outside the mountains, in addition to the evil bandits that are everywhere, there are also some strange countries. These countries are not large in size. Sometimes there are less than a hundred people in a city-state, and they are not even as large as the village on An Ning's side.

The situation of these countries is not very good either. Many powerful monsters treat these countries as their own back gardens. They come and go as they please, causing destruction and harm.

Monsters who are greedy for food would come here to select the tenderest sheep for their feast; monsters who are greedy for treasure would threaten the emperor to use violence to amass wealth and go on expeditions to fill their own treasury; some monsters who like beauty would choose concubines and kill all the males, leaving only females in the city for them to choose from.

These kingdoms checked and balanced each other, creating a kind of ordered chaos.

As a wandering ronin, "Zuo Chen" rarely enters the city to avoid being involved in the fights in the city. He usually just rests in the suburbs near the city-state. The people living here are often poor people who are not recognized by the kingdom, beggars, disabled people, or simply people who are disliked by the local royal family.

The poor people who huddled together for warmth touched Zuo Chen’s heart. He seemed to have remembered the scene in the cultivation world he had just traveled through, and his attitude towards these poor people became softer.

Occasionally, he would even teach a few talented young people some miscellaneous skills and let them use these means to make a living.

However, this behavior will eventually cause dissatisfaction to some people.

Some demons from outside the mountains noticed the strange man carrying the coffin, and noticed the unorthodox methods he taught.

This behavior was tantamount to a provocation to the group of monsters, so they simply sent out their little monsters to kill "Zuo Chen".

In this way, friction naturally arose between the two sides, and "Zuo Chen" naturally slapped the heads of those little monsters who were causing trouble.

It was like a spark that ignited a dry haystack.

Zuo Chen followed behind and watched his former self teaching and answering questions in the Western countries while smashing the heads of various monsters.

The monster that was hit by the hammer became more and more powerful.

He used his hand to fiddle with the river of time and discovered that he had actually lived in these Western countries and had been beating people up for six years. When he turned to the last page, the hero "Zuo Chen" had already beaten a young demon master who had run over from the Ten Thousand Mountains to his knees and crying, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The great master slapped his forehead after seeing the young master of the demon clan:
"Eh! Yes, that's him, the young master Xiao Qiongqi who was beaten down by Gu Yanzhi. After he returned to the Shiwan Mountains, he asked his father to come out, but was beaten up by Lao Qiongqi again. When Lao Qiongqi came out and tried to reconcile with Gu Yanzhi, Gu Yanzhi had already entered the Great West."

Zuo Chen: “…”

It turns out that it was really him who killed his way through the mountains and rivers back then.

Am I really that reckless?

Caiyi thought for a while before she realized what was happening. She was horrified:
"The Taoist priest actually let the enemy go back!?"

Zuo Chen opened his mouth slightly, but the words were stuck in his throat and not a single word came out.

Caiyi, what do you mean? Do I look like someone who would kill anyone who wants to? Do I?

The "Zuo Chen" in the picture is still in his growth stage, and he doesn't want to form a blood feud with the Shiwan Mountains, so he simply lets Master Qiongqi go.

The small countries he saved all kowtowed to him and called him "great immortal" again and again.

The king of the small country came to Zuo Chen in person, kowtowed, and thanked him profusely:
"Thank you, great immortal, for saving our people. Please stay in our country to protect the law. Our country is willing to support you with all its might."

After years of training outside the mountains, Zuo Chen, whose face had already become old, asked:
"Is there a way to revive me?"

The king of the small country was stunned: "I'm afraid only the gray-robed Taoists in the West would use such a method..."

"Then I will not stay here, I will go west."

The king of the small country was filled with sadness, but he did not dare to stop Zuo Chen at all, so he could only kowtow again:
"I only ask you to grant us great magical powers, so that the evil demons will not come again and harm our country."

"it is good."

"Zuo Chen" agreed. He simply found a clean place, sat down cross-legged, and started to teach the Taoist secrets directly.

After three days of preaching, the people in the city all learned a little bit of skills, and even Caiyi learned a lot from this sermon.

After the lecture was finished, "Zuo Chen" planned to leave directly and head to the Great West. The king of the small country knelt in front of "Zuo Chen" again and kowtowed three times:

"Great Immortal, can you please leave your name? We have inherited the legacy, so we must at least know your name."

Zuo Chen stopped and pondered for a long time before saying:

"Great Immortal... Great Immortal doesn't sound good. I'm not a Great Immortal. I don't like this name either."

"What should I call you then?"

"you call me……"

Zuo Chen thought for a long time:
"I only want a little happiness in this life. You can call me Little Joy."

The king of the small country bowed:

"From now on, we will all be happy."

Caiyi: “???”

Zuo Chen: “?!”

The master blinked his eyes:
"What is Little Joy?"

Zuo Chen: “…Nothing.”

Zuo Chen never imagined that the source of his little joy actually came from him!

So your little joy is just this kind of joy!
Then, didn’t these damned little bundles of joy in later generations distort their own teachings?
Zuo Chen had been wondering before, where these acrobatics came from.

After looking for a long time, Zuo Chen realized that the source of that shit was actually me!
Is this fate? Or is it some kind of destined evil taste?

There was no time to think about it, and the script turned to the next page.

"Zuo Chen" finally left the dangerous mountain outside the mountain and came to the place where the gray-robed Taoists were.

The Great West.

Compared with An Ning Shen, this vast Western area is not very prosperous, and I couldn't find a good place to stay after walking for most of the day.

"Zuo Chen" searched in the wilderness for more than ten days with the coffin on his back, and finally found a towering mountain.

He walked up the mountain and saw a temple at the top. Inside the temple, there were bursts of chanting and reciting songs, the sound of thunder piercing his ears, and his mind was clear.

The temple gate opened, and two people led the way, taking "Zuo Chen" into the temple.

Finally in the hall, "Zuo Chen" saw a skinny Taoist priest.

Zuo Chen, who was following behind, thought that he would see the old monk Sanjue here, but found that this was not him.

He was even drier and dying, yet full of compassion.

The Master introduced:
"The enlightened one in the past, whenever he is seen in the long river of time, he is always the one he sees."

The Buddha's body in the past was so mysterious.

In the past, the Enlightened One personally received the dusty "Zuo Chen". He seemed to want to welcome "Zuo Chen" back to the past, but "Zuo Chen" simply put the coffin aside, bowed his head and bowed:

"I have traveled 108,000 miles, and have climbed 99,810 mountains. All I want is to learn the art of the cycle of life and death."

The enlightened ones of the past sighed:
"Donor, is there a Taoist companion in the coffin?"

"No, he is my mentor, the one who introduced me to the Tao."

"Donor, have you spent a lot of time in the coffin?"

"Three years for the living and six years for the dead."

"Donor, why are you so obsessed with this?"

"She sacrificed herself to save my life."

The past enlightened ones closed their eyes:
"Idiot."

"Zuo Chen" said nothing.

"The dead have passed the time of returning to the spirit, and their spirits have long entered the cycle of reincarnation. Unless you reshape the earth, fire, water, and wind, how can you create a spirit out of thin air and it be your original master?"

This sentence was like a hammer, smashing Zuo Chen's mood.

"Zuo Chen" kneeling on the ground remained silent, but Zuo Chen standing beside him suddenly felt a pain in the palm of his hand.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

Already covered with scars.

With a sigh in his heart, Zuo Chen still had to continue watching the passing of time.

This is still far from the era when the emperor said he would be the best in history.

I'm afraid I have to continue on this bumpy road.

As he was sighing, Zuo Chen suddenly seemed to notice some gazes.

He tilted his head slightly and looked towards the corner of the Buddhist temple.

There, a young monk was facing Zuo Chen with a gentle smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)