Primordial Era: When a Good Guy Awakens a Morally Unethical System

Chapter 402

"Yes, Uncle Bai Ze, it's been a whole kalpa since we last saw each other. I remember when we were little, my brothers and I all loved Uncle Bai Ze and would often snuggle in his arms." Hui Yu brought up the past, trying to get Bai Ze and Ji Meng to recall some old memories.

One Yuanhui is 129,600 years, while one Liangjie is 50,000 Yuanhui.

In other words, the two sides have not met for billions of years. Although they both belonged to the demon race in the past, they were of different generations, so their close relationship was maintained by Di Jun.

Now that Dijun is dead, there's nothing left for them to reminisce about.

"Second Prince, are you also here to help Wen Zhong?" Ji Meng asked with a frown.

Huiyu smiled and said, "I have come here on the orders of the Sage to persuade you to help Wen Zhongdang quell the rebellion in Beihai."

"As you two should know, this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is a great war between the three religions. Since you two uncles are not involved in the calamity, you can return to your temples to cultivate and avoid it."

"We have no way to avoid this now." Bai Ze sighed, and when he looked up again, he gave Hui Yu a subtle look.

Huiyu understood immediately; nothing good comes for free, there's always a price to pay. But getting them to join Buddhism was absolutely out of the question.

"We understand what you mean, but this is the will of the Buddhist saints, specially sent to us, and we cannot disobey it." Ji Meng sighed helplessly.

"Would you two uncles be willing to come to Wuzhuang Temple to cultivate until the Great Tribulation ends?" Huiyu offered up his room.

"Having already participated in the Great Tribulation, we cannot back down halfway. Moreover, now, apart from the Great Tribulation, there is no other way to break through to the Quasi-Saint level. It would be a disgrace for us to remain at the Great Luo level."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Bai Ze's eyes, but he had truly had enough of living a life of hiding and did not want to live like this again.

"You two, don't be fooled by his words!" A monk strode out of Xuanming City and shouted.

"He just wants you to leave the battlefield and make way for him. If he really cared about old friendships, why didn't he look for those old acquaintances all these years?" These words were clearly meant to sow discord, but Ji Meng listened to them anyway.

Huiyu glanced at the pharmacist indifferently: "You Buddhists have finally dared to get involved."

"I dare not. This humble monk is merely here to assist Lord Yuan Futong on the orders of my teacher." Yakushi Ruri said indifferently, as if he had truly shaved his head and become a monk, with only Amitabha Buddha in his heart.

Although his cultivation level was not as high as Huiyu's, he did not feel much fear towards Huiyu.

After all, the Heavenly Dao is on the side of Buddhism, and if anyone dares to lay a hand on him, it will inevitably incur the wrath of his teacher and the Heavenly Dao.

"I have come to Beihai to assist in suppressing the rebellion, also at the behest of my teacher and the Sage of Hongyun."

The mere mention of "suppressing a rebellion" already severed their identities. When they met again years later, everything had changed. Now they stood on the opposite side of him, aligning themselves with Buddhism.

However, since they were old friends of his father and uncle, Huiyu was unwilling to break off relations and become enemies. If given the chance, he would still like to try again.

"My two uncles, listen to my advice and escape from this calamity!"

"If you two uncles are willing, I can ask my master for help to restore your cultivation."

Huiyu was still patiently trying to persuade him when she was suddenly interrupted by a gust of wind. If she hadn't dodged in time, her hair would have been blown into a mess.