"The Demon Lord? Kill Kui Xing? Forgive me of being stupid and I don't know what the mage means."

"Haha... it's far away from the sky and is close to you! Although the ancient demon lord has been sleeping for thousands of years, he was accidentally awakened by a reckless boy. She and his soul overlap. Her evil thoughts are eroding his soul bit by bit! In the end, the boy can no longer control her, she will reappear on earth, he is you!"

"Me?" Wushuang recalled with confusion. Perhaps he was right, he accidentally released the soul of Baidi. It seemed that Baidi had completely disappeared, but the blood soul was combined with his body. Moreover, from the current situation, he had begun to slowly master the power of Baidi. This power can protect himself, and also conquer the world and destroy the world. There are no Red Emperor, Qing Emperor, and Huangdi in this world to fight against him.

In a sense, Baidi took his hand and completely killed Chihou. Although everything was a coincidence, wasn’t she just taking revenge? So, who is the next one? Qingdi, Qingfu?

"I have been waiting for you in this secret realm of Bayanwula Mountain." The old lama said lightly, his eyes full of loving pity.

"Are you waiting for me? Why?"

"This is all fate. The red sea flower is destined to grow for you. Its meaning is to transform the evil thoughts in your heart to drive away your evil. Now you are here, but I am leaving." He seemed helpless, and the child in his arms hugged his neck and still giggled.

"But aren't you standing in front of me now?" Wushuang asked in confusion.

"That's different. I'm just a wisp of remnant thoughts. I can't do more for you. Child, when you were born, a fierce light flashed between the world. That's called Kuiguang. Kuixing came to the world and the world was in chaos!"

"Master, I don't understand what you mean. Is this related to my picking of red sea flowers?"

"Children, don't worry, I have understood your purpose. This Red Sea Flower belongs to you, and I will let you take it away. However, there is only this cluster in the Red Sea Flower King world, and only it can transform the demonic thoughts in your heart. Do you want to leave it to others or consider it yourself." The old lama put the child on the ground, and the child ran around the Red Sea Flower with a smile.

This great lama is called Hutuktu, who was a great monk in the late Qing Dynasty. During the Republic of China, warlords fought in a melee and the people were living in poverty. Hutuktu Living Buddha traveled all over the country to speak about Buddhism and learn from it, hoping to use the power of religion to influence the people. When he walked to Shanhaiguan, he met the young and energetic hero Wu Gongyao.

He asked Wu Gongyao why Gong Yao was so broadly not devoted himself to the military and served the country?

Yao Gong said: In the current chaotic times, bandits do not serve bandits, and soldiers do not serve soldiers. What is the difference between soldiers and bandits? Soldiers can also serve soldiers and bandits. Although I have not benefited the people from the grass and occupied the mountains, I have never harmed a single person because of evil thoughts.

Hutuktu said that Mr. Yao’s words are wrong. In the current chaotic times, it is the time when a great hero like you make a name for reimbursement of the motherland. Mr. Yao’s ambition can stabilize the country and expel foreign invaders. In the future, he will be famous for his eternal reputation!

Mo Xiaoqi, who was standing aside, was disdainful when he heard this, saying that history has long been a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed by one person or two. It is useless for the Living Buddha to say too much. I and Gong Yao will definitely not go down the mountain to join the army. My brother from Changsheng Mountain is also a family of his own, and he will never be in the same place as the official thief and rat.

Hutuktu glanced at Mo Xiaoqi contemptuously and said, this is the real demon! With her for one day, Wu Gongyao would not join the military and serve the country.

He said that Su Wen Yao Gong was the best in the world in literature and martial arts, so you dare to make a bet with me?

"Why don't you dare?" Wu Gongyao was young and energetic, and had long regarded the world as an ant.

According to this, there is a Bayanwula Mountain seven hundred miles away. A Rhodiola King grows on the top of the mountain. If Mr. Yao can pick the Rhodiola in seven days, he will give it to his wife to nourish her body. If not, please Mr. Yao go with me to see someone.

Who do he want to take Wu Gongyao to meet? To meet the last emperor Puyi, he wants Wu Gongyao to lead the people of the world to rescue the last little emperor from the puppet Manchukuo Palace in Xinjing and return to Peking to reorganize the country!

"Hmph... I'm not polite to Gongyao!" Wu Gongyao patted his wife Mo Xiaoqi's shoulder, letting his wife keep her heart in her stomach.

He is a great hero in troubled times. He has unparalleled martial arts skills in the world. He murdered countless people fiercely and viciously. He is a well-deserved executioner. People in the world give in to their reputations. Even if it is an old Russian, the little Japanese have to give in a little face when they hear the names of Wu Gongyao and Mo Xiaoqi. Where can he not go? Where can he have treasures that he cannot get? As long as he wants, even the emperor's personal beloved concubine! He also wants the golden seal in the hands of the little emperor Puyi!

"A gentleman's words?"

"Hand a quick whip!"

These two high-fives are the alliance. This Ryuji King is the best bet, this is a treasure, and you can revive the dead if you take it.

Eight days later, Wu Gongyao rode a fast horse back to Changsheng Mountain in a down-and-out manner. He had nothing to bring back. Mo Xiaoqi looked at her husband in surprise. This was the only time her husband was so down-and-out in his life.

The Living Buddha Hutuktu has been sitting cross-legged on the top of Changsheng Mountain for the past eight days, looking at the mountain road ahead. It was the path that Wu Gongyao had to take when he came back. In the past eight days, his subordinates gave the Living Buddha a lot of food and drink, but these things were kept intact by his side. He had never eaten a grain of food or a mouthful of water in eight days.

"Sister Seven, I've failed!" Wu Gongyao shook his head in annoyance. This was his first time. He couldn't get anything he wanted. It would be great if he could get this King of Ryuji to give it to his beloved wife.

Mo Xiaoqi did not blame her husband. Hutuktu must have his ability to be respected as a living Buddha. I believe his cultivation in Mahayana Buddhism has reached its peak. He has seen through the cause and effect and calculated that Wu Gongyao would definitely fail in this trip, so he came to him to make this bet. But it was a bit of a fool to ask Wu Gongyao to lead the heroes of the Thieves to help the Qing emperor regain the country.

Mo Xiaoqi is a person who does not belong to that world. She knows that history books have long kept the demise of the Qing Dynasty and the ugliness of the puppet Manchukuo, and no one can change it. This is God's will! Wu Gongyao, let alone 100,000 robberies from the Northeast, would be useless even if there were 500,000 million. But people in the martial arts world talked about loyalty, so how could they go back on their word?
Chapter completed!