The Mythical Demon Lord

Chapter 29: Disciple Zhang Lin
It is truly incredible that a child who started begging at the age of two can still survive until now.

After all, in this world, there is chaos everywhere. A child who is not even five years old can grow up in such an environment and still have a kind heart.

This made a small flame rise in the desperate Zhong Heng's heart, and a glimmer of light appeared in his originally gloomy eyes.

"Such a kind child, I want to see what he will become when he grows up."

Now, Zhong Heng is no longer able to achieve the Dao in this state.

He was also very confused. When it came to the Dao of Killing, what should he cut off?
"Forget it, why think so much, just wait for things to work out. If I can't kill them, then I'll just annihilate everyone." Zhong Heng laughed at himself in his heart.

Cultivation depends on talent. If you don't have talent, it won't work no matter how hard you try. If you don't have the right state of mind, you won't be able to improve your strength.

Zhang Lin looked at the gray-haired uncle in front of him curiously and said carefully: "Uncle, are you still hungry? I know where to find delicious food."

His young face looked at Zhong Heng with anticipation.

There was a fruit tree outside the suburbs, but he couldn't climb the tree, so he couldn't eat the fruit.

You can only pick up the fruits that fall on the ground.

Zhong Heng shook his head upon hearing this. He looked at Zhang Lin with his gray eyes, opened his cracked lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you willing to be my first disciple?"

Zhang Lin tilted his head, put Zhang Xixi's hand to his mouth, bit it, and said incoherently: "As your disciple, do I get food to eat?"

He knew what a so-called disciple was, because every restaurant or breakfast stall had a disciple.

Those disciples called some people masters, and those masters would teach them some things and also give them food.

When Zhong Heng heard this, he nodded and said, "Yes, enough for you to eat until you grow old."

As for accepting Zhang Lin as his disciple, he was just slightly interested.

Zhang Lin’s talent for cultivation is not very good, so Zhong Heng will not directly teach him the skills to practice. Instead, he will let him have more knowledge and improve his experience before giving him the skills.

In this way, Zhong Heng accepted Zhang Lin as his apprentice and took him away.

They stayed away from the world of cultivation and lived in a mortal world.

During this period, Zhong Heng taught Zhang Lin how to read and also used ancient methods to train Zhang Lin's body.

Zhong Heng lived in seclusion in a place called Fu Qiu Kingdom, and taught Zhang Lin how to cook and read every day.

One year, two years and more passed, and Zhong Heng watched Zhang Lin grow from a child to a young man.

In the past few years, Zhong Heng has been trying to restore his state of mind and gain insights into the world.

At the same time prepare for your future.

In order to perfect his own method, he broke into some caves, stole some inheritances, entered some secret realms, and took away all the skills in the secret realms.

During this period, the master and disciple traveled to many mortal cities and witnessed countless tragedies in the world.

But Zhang Lin couldn't bear to see such a scene, where people starving to death could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Every time he saw some beggars fainting from hunger, he couldn't help but give them some food.

But there were many times when something went wrong. Not only did the beggars not express their gratitude, they also wanted to kill Zhang Lin, eat him whole, and rob him of all his property.

This kind of thing happened no less than three hundred times.

It was these more than 300 times that made Zhang Lin realize that everyone has an evil side.

This year, Zhang Lin is eighteen years old.

And Zhong Heng is already fifty-five years old this year.

Zhang Lin was wearing a black robe with golden patterns running down it, making him look extremely noble. His thick black hair was draped over his shoulders, and he had a determined look on his face.

He is 1.8 meters tall, handsome, with a pair of willow-shaped eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. Although his face is childish, he already has a hint of dominance.

Inside the house, Zhong Heng sat on the high chair, his gray hair draped over his shoulders, his deep eyes were like an abyss, one look at which made people fall into it.

"Master, I want to go out and explore the world." Zhang Lin's face was firm and his tone was unprecedentedly firm.

After years of recovery, Zhong Heng watched Zhang Lin grow from a child to an adult. His state of mind had been restored and he was no longer desperate.

He saw a kind of hope in Zhang Lin, the hope of living and the hope for the future.

He saw countless stories in the chaotic world of mortals.

He had seen people dying for their loved ones, couples killing each other for food, and a group of ragged children begging on the street.

They were beaten, scolded, and killed in the streets.

But this still did not shake the children's determination to survive.

It was in such an environment that Zhong Heng wandered in the secular world for fifteen years, gave up his life as a monk, and integrated himself into this colorful world.

During these fifteen years, he gained a lot and created his own skills and secret techniques.

But his personality became taciturn and he seemed unfathomable.

After seeing so much, people become more and more silent and indifferent.

Zhang Lin saw that his master was distracted, and said again: "Master, I want to go out and explore the world."

"Why?" Zhong Heng asked.

"I see the sufferings of the people in the world. The dynasty is not doing anything, and the people are living in fear every day. I want to unify the world and put an end to wars." Zhang Lin said in a high voice.

He knew that his master might be a legendary cultivator, and an extremely powerful being.

But over the years, Zhong Heng did not teach Zhang Lin any skills.

But it also allowed Zhang Lin's physical body to surpass the strength of 100,000 kilograms, so ordinary Wheel Sea cultivators were no match for him.

Because Zhong Heng wanted to see if Zhang Lin would have any psychological reaction after guessing a certain answer. For example, he would do whatever it takes to get the technique from him.

But unfortunately, Zhang Lin respected him very much and listened to Zhong Heng in everything, almost like a thinking puppet.

"You must know that if you want to unify the world, you will have to kill many people and destroy many countries, and the people of other countries will also live in fear."

"What's the difference between what you do and the court today?"

Zhong Heng spoke calmly, his eyes as clear and cold as a spring under the moon. He looked at Zhang Lin quietly, wanting to see what answer his disciple would give.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lin's eyes were still firm, and he looked at Zhong Heng fearlessly, and said in a deep voice: "Master, I also know this situation, but there will always be someone in the world who will stand up. Everything I do will be judged by future generations!"

"I won't kill civilians, I only kill enemies!"

Zhong Heng was silent, then a smile appeared on his lips. His cold eyes made Zhang Lin feel a chill on his back.

Unconsciously, the master seemed to have become even more terrifying, like a demon who could kill people at any time.

Zhang Lin looked at Zhong Heng's condition and couldn't help but feel worried.

"The enemy is also of civilian origin?" After a long silence, Zhong Heng said lightly.

Zhang Lin was stunned. He didn't know how to answer and could only remain silent.

Much later, he said: "When I have experienced more, I will naturally know."

He didn't know what the real answer was.

"Go ahead." Zhong Heng waved his hand and said indifferently.

Zhang Lin felt suffocated and his blood seemed to freeze.

Why is it that when other people's children go on a long journey, their parents always give them this and that advice?

But my own master was so light-hearted.

Although he is his master, he has brought him up since he was a child.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is his father.

"Yes." Zhang Lin replied disappointedly, and then suddenly fell to his knees, kowtowed three times to Zhong Heng, and said, "Master, this time I don't know whether I will live or die."

Zhong Heng looked at Zhang Lin expressionlessly as he kowtowed, and then took out the storage device.

It was a blue ring that contained a lot of resources, all very low-level herbs and skills.

"Disciple Zhang Lin, my real name is Zhong Heng. Today I will pass on to you the method of cultivation. I hope you will not bury my skills." Zhong Heng spoke calmly, telling Zhang Lin his name for the first time, and then threw the blue ring to Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin's body trembled, tears welled up instantly, he picked up the ring, and choked up, "Disciple Zhang Lin, got it."

This was the first time in fifteen years that he left his master's side, and also the first time he knew his master's name.

I didn’t expect that my master, who was a peerless genius more than 20 years ago, has become like this now.

Really good fortune.

Before leaving, Zhang Lin suddenly asked: "Master, my friend asked me, why do people live?"

"I don't know how to answer this, can you tell me?"

In fact, Zhang Lin was reminding Zhong Heng why he was alive and why he lost his fighting spirit.

But the answer Zhong Heng gave made Zhang Lin's pupils shrink and his whole body froze in place.

Zhong Heng said calmly: "I don't know, but everyone is alive."

After getting the answer, Zhang Lin walked out of the house with a big laugh. At this moment, he was full of energy and was determined to come back with a great achievement.

Zhong Heng's eyes moved, and he looked at Zhang Lin who had already left, and said self-deprecatingly: "When people are young, they often think they are the protagonists of this world. After experiencing some things, they will understand that there are many people who are not inferior to themselves."

He stood up, and at this moment, his aura changed.

He watched Zhang Lin grow up and taught Zhang Lin. He had many insights in his heart, including insights into life, understanding of beliefs, and understanding of good and evil in the world.

For him now, as long as he becomes stronger, no other means are important.

Just like Lu Kong, in order to make himself stronger, he traveled billions of miles to find his destined enemy.

Even though he knew he couldn't kill his enemy, he would still use terrifying means to break his enemy's faith.

It was also this method that made Zhong Heng hide from Lu Kong for fifteen years, for fear that Lu Kong would use the mysterious fate and cause and effect to find him again.

Today, Zhong Heng has gone through fifteen years of worldly enlightenment, his Taoist heart has been restored, and his Taoism has become even deeper.

He read various scriptures and skills, whether they were about opening up the Sea of ​​Bitterness or the skills created by the Taoist Palace, whether they were powerful or rubbish, he read them all.

Combine the ideas of countless people, discard useless scriptures, keep the essence, and absorb it yourself.

Three years ago, he successfully created his own secret technique and found his own direction of practice.

It’s just that the martial arts he created himself are extremely weird.

Now, Zhang Lin has grown up and is gone.

Zhong Heng also planned not to dodge, but to cut off the so-called fate!

Once he succeeds in his plan, he will be held accountable.

He was wearing a dark green robe, with gray hair hanging down behind him. His resolute face was expressionless, and his deep eyes seemed to see through the endless universe and where the avenue was.

"Hiding from the will of heaven, avoiding karma, all kinds of shackles entrap my true self."

ps: The computer is broken.

(End of this chapter)