Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 312 A New World
"This power..."

Yi Buhuo did not go to a new world again, but just returned to his own little newborn world.

As soon as I entered, I was shocked. The familiar rivers and lakes were gone. There were fragrant trees, flowers and plants everywhere, and it was a prosperous scene.

Wherever you look, primitive tribes have taken shape. Occasionally, you can see primitive people roaming around in the mountains, drinking blood and surrounded by animal skins.

The moment he entered, a steady stream of power poured into his body, which was the power of life!
"Time is accelerating too fast. I just went out to finish the work, and the place has started to develop gradually."

Yi Buhuo twitched the corners of his mouth, he had only been out for a long time, and intelligent life has already appeared here, and the evolution process of billions of years was shortened to just a moment.

Although it is not the prehistoric world in my ideal world, the development here is not bad at all, and a strong aura fills the world.

His massive soul power turned into all things in the world, which was similar to Pangu's creation of heaven and earth.

These beings can also be called innate gods.

"Isn't it up to you to decide how to develop next?"

Yi Buhuo's eyes lit up. Since we can't repeat the Great Desolation, why not create it again?
“What is a tribe without a totem?”

Falling in front of the tribe that was beginning to take shape, people who already had a sense of territoriality picked up weapons made of bone or stone and surrounded them in twos and threes, whimpering incomprehensible sounds.

Yi Buhuo guessed that he might be confused or alert, and tried to drive him away.

With his arms spread wide, the spiritual power spreads out, enlightening these primitive people and leaving behind a recipe for how to use the spiritual energy in their bodies.

The sword energy shot out, leaving his name on the wooden pillar.

Yibuhuo!
After doing all this, Yi Buhuo turned around and left with a smile.

He did not communicate with these people, but only left the seeds of evolution for them to embark on the path of individual evolution.

As they continue to develop, sooner or later these people or their descendants will be the first gods in the world.

"Let me see what you can do..."

Hiding in the universe of this world, Yi Buhuo sat cross-legged in the void, his eyes narrowed, and the power of time beat like a string under his fiddle.

The long river of time flowing gently is like encountering a cliff, and it begins to surge and accelerate, the ground under its feet begins to change, and different lives begin to appear and bloom.

Giant trees towering into the sky, endless rivers running through the entire continent, and various animals and plants living in harmony, shining with the light of wisdom.

In the process of fighting for food and territory, some animals can even use simple spells.

Fireball, wind blade, water arrow...

I don’t know how long it took, these animals started to feed themselves with food, and slowly began to join groups like the primitive humans before, and they became divided into classes.

The strong protect the weak, and the weak depend on the strong.

These animals that have opened up their intelligence have a new name—demon!

The top ones are called big demons, and the strongest ones are called - demon gods!
The jungle has become a world of monsters. They conquer and kill each other, the weak eat the strong. In this form, it gradually becomes stable.

Outside the jungle, city-states have appeared on the mainland, with numerous houses, dense populations, and complete social structures.

The strong do whatever they want, and the weak join forces to stay warm.

The tribe where Yi Buhuo once descended has become the top force, because they worship the God of Creation, and human cultivation methods are also spread from here.

It's called a Holy Land!
The whole world is transformed by Yi Buhuo's spiritual power. The creatures here are born with the ability to use spiritual power, but there are always people who are unwilling to do so and seek more powerful power.

The division of strength has created different gaps among human beings. The powerful call themselves gods and are descendants of the Creator God.

Although they may not even know whether the Creator God exists, this does not affect their ability to use this name to stand out from others.

"The development of the world is on the right track. How far they can go depends on their potential. As long as they don't take the wrong path and enter the end of the world, there is no need to restart for the time being."

Yi Buhuo felt that just by closing his eyes and opening them again, the world had changed drastically. This was his own world, and he had plenty of patience.

Although it is still the lowest-end world, because the world was first opened, the quality is extremely high. Although not everyone is immortal, they still have a long lifespan.

Living for 200 years is considered short-lived.

Maybe it was just in its infancy, not as prosperous as he remembered, and still in the early barbaric era.

However, the insights brought by countless people's cultivation were all attributed to Yi Buhuo, allowing him to gradually make up for his shortcomings, perfect his own Tao, and his realm was progressing steadily, not just by leaps and bounds.

It takes thousands of years of practice outside to realize the realm of the world, but here there are countless people to help him share it. This is the meaning of his creation.

Maybe within tens of thousands of years, he would be able to sit and drink tea with great gods like Nuwa Pangu.

"How come humans didn't love each other when they were born, but instead divided into classes at an extremely fast speed..."

"Could it be affected by my thinking?"

Yi Buhuo scratched his head, he still wanted to see a different world, but now it seems that the development of human beings in this world still cannot escape the war.

Progress in the fight, sublimate in the blood...

Perhaps in his mind, human beings should be like this, so unknowingly the laws of the world followed his consciousness and followed the same path.

"I also thought about being addicted to the God of Creation, but I didn't expect that I would have been forgotten a long time ago."

Yi Buhuo had an idea and entered the so-called holy land. Fortunately, he had left his name on purpose, so the person enshrined here was not him at all.

It's a figure with no human form.

It seems to be a fusion of the characteristics of each leader in this tribe, so it is extremely weird, and the original appearance has long been lost.

Yi Buhuo looked around for a long time and didn't see any shadow of himself, so he didn't have any place in these people's hearts?
The so-called Creator God is actually a cover they fabricated to win people's hearts?

Fortunately, the word "Yi Buhuo" was crookedly engraved on this "Creation God", which finally gave him some comfort, otherwise he would have been unable to bear the urge to destroy the world.

If you don't have the slightest respect for yourself, the real God of Creation, what's the use of keeping these white-eyed wolves, they only increase your anger.

"With your own world, you no longer have to travel to other worlds to change tragedies. In my world, you can change whatever you want."

Yi Buhuo stood up with a smile. In the endless void, there was only a continent under his feet. Although hundreds of flowers bloomed on the continent, it expanded into this larger void, but it was like a drop in the ocean.

"Empty is also empty. Add a little more life to form a different world, embark on a different path of evolution, and decorate this place of nothingness."

With his initial creative experience, he was already familiar with the new world.

Different nebulae emit glimmers of light, and the seeds of life begin to sprout, including fantasy, fairy tales, and even technology.

Yi Buhuo wants to see if, tens of millions of years from now, different worlds can collide with different sparks.

Maybe in the future, the world I have experienced can also appear, and I can see those same people.

Is it exactly the same or specious?

This is not playing around, but trying to upgrade this small world. With the sparks of countless lives, there will always be top talents or combat power.

When they break away from the constraints of their own universe, it is when the world sublimates.

Although this world belongs to Yi Buhuo, the potential is far more than that. Perhaps the aura is fixed because of his upper limit, but the "Tao" is never-ending.

With every further step in his strength, the world becomes bigger and his potential increases.

One day, this world will become the top one, the center of all realms, and the main universe among countless planes!
With a gentle wave of sleeves, countless worlds began to develop at an accelerated pace, some gradually stabilized, and some collapsed towards the end of the world. In the blink of an eye, countless worlds were born, and countless worlds came to an end.

In Yi Buhuo's eyes, this is just a small world, but it has surpassed most planes and can accommodate the development of countless worlds at the same time.

Buddha said that one flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi.It is a true portrayal of this world.

Time is accelerating and space is expanding. It seems that the two worlds are very close, but they can never overlap. Yi Buhuo stands in the void, surrounded by worlds with different evolutionary directions.

"This looks a bit like the God of Creation..."

After life appeared in most worlds, he took back the acceleration of time. In the future, it will be discovered in various forms, depending on the choices of these lives.

This can be regarded as a way of encouraging growth. He can give it a boost in the early stages, but it cannot be like this forever.

The meaning of life is lost when the unknown becomes known.

"Goddess Nuwa said that she has seen me, and she has also seen the same Taoism as me, so which world should I go to next?"

"Could it be the Three Immortals of Swordsman?"

Yi Buhuo fell into deep thought, "Sword III" was just 50 years before "Sword One", if he went there, wouldn't there be a butterfly effect?
Since it is the same world, there is no reason why there should be no traces left behind, and with his own personality, he will definitely leave some information that can be preserved to prove that he has been there.

Especially since Shushan is so destined to him, there is no reason why he should not get involved. Even if it is to engrave "Visit Here" on the Demon Locking Tower, it is better than doing nothing, right?
If the world was restarted, Nuwa would not say that she had seen me. Even if she preserved the memory, it would not be justified.

She is the Nuwa of this world, so she must only be related to this world. Has she really been to Fairy Sword III?

"Li Xiaoyao!"

Yi Bu's fire blessing reaches his soul, he taps his finger, and a picture appears in front of him, which is exactly what Li Xiaoyao experienced after he left.

Time passed very quickly. Yi Buhuo pulled back the progress bar like a horse and quickly discovered different places, that is, places related to himself.

Li Xiaoyao possessed the skill of sword control, and became a disciple of Jiu Jian Xian. He could barely be regarded as a disciple of Shu Mountain. Ten years later, he took over the position of Sword Master and became the leader of Shu Mountain.

At this time, he has already comprehended the meaning of love, and it is not a problem to be able to participate in good fortune, and even to return to the sleepwalking fairy.

Once while practicing to return to Dream World, I accidentally went back 50 years ago. I met the "protagonist" Jingtian who could save the world. I couldn't help teasing him at first.

Then I had nothing to do and wanted to do something. I remembered that Yi Buhuo had been telling him to save money to build a mountain gate, so I built a Taoist temple outside Chang'an City.

The Taoist practice here is not the cold way of heaven, but the transformation of great love into small love. There is true love everywhere in the world, and the Tao is realized in the seven emotions and six desires.

That's what Yi Buhuo said - the way of the world of mortals!

Yi Buhuo now understood why Nuwa said that this lineage would soon disappear.

Compared with the Heavenly Way of the Sword Master, which is as good as water, the difficulty of understanding this mortal way is no less difficult.

Many disciples went down the mountain to get married because of their unbearable love, and some went crazy and were treated as demons by Shushan disciples and chopped into pieces.

Li Xiaoyao didn't stay for long, and left when it was time to return to Dreamwalking Fairy. As soon as he left the Taoist temple, there were only two or three big cats and kittens left, and he was defeated not long after.

Zixuan, who was aimlessly waiting for Xu Changqing, once traveled here and saw the portrait of Yi Buhuo, who was worshiped as the ancestor, in a Taoist temple covered with spider webs.

Maybe this can be considered as seen...

"I was just wondering why I have no memory. It turns out I have seen this person before..."

Yi Buhuo shook his head speechlessly. In the end, Li Xiaoyao was responsible for his own orthodoxy. No wonder he had no memory.

Li Xiaoyao did not rebuild the mountain sect later. He was already the head of Shushan, and he already had a bunch of disciples waiting to be fed. After all, his status was different, and he had no time or reputation to "betray" Shushan.

"It's been too long since I've been away from home. It's time for me to go home. There are still many friends waiting for me."

Yi Buhuo smiled. He was also very happy to see Li Xiaoyao live happily for the rest of his life, but he had made many such friends along the way.

Having so many friends and confidants is already enough. Continuing to travel will only increase my worries. I will turn from sincerity to collecting stamps. I will lose my original intention and the will to change all tragedies.

This is not your last world, but it is the place where you stop and rest. Just put a comma on your long journey.

It's enough to develop, now it's time to resolve the regrets that have been left behind.

A person's journey is lonely, but you are not alone, there are people waiting for you.

"Old Cui, are you still alive?"

Passing through the misty space, we came to the familiar bamboo forest. A thatched house stood quietly here. In front of the door, an old man with mottled black hair was drinking comfortably.

"I'm here to borrow a jar of wine from you."

Lao Cui smiled calmly, waved his sleeves, and opened the door.

"It seems that you have figured it out and will drink with you later."

Yi Buhuo smiled slightly, and Lao Cui's spiritual power was flowing. It seemed that they would still have plenty of time to reminisce about the past.

……

"Su Ying, I'm back."

Holding Wuliangye in his hand, Yi Buhuo stood outside the fence, looking at the familiar houses and familiar layout, as if he had returned to the beginning.

When the door opened to reveal that familiar face, he smiled even more happily.

(End of the book!)
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