Chapter 310 Ten years have passed, the magic well will be in chaos
Not long ago, the Tianji Academy announced the list of the Heavenly Rankings, and the person ranked first was none other than Xiao Hengkong.
Chen Xingtian, the dean of the Tianji Academy, estimated that he had deduced Xiao Hengkong's identity. In order to show respect and respect, Xiao Hengkong's specific origins were not revealed on the list, only a simple name.
The more this is the case, the more it will arouse people's suspicions.
Northern Youzhou is now in chaos, with everyone looking for the whereabouts of Xiao Hengkong.
At the same time, some saints directly made bold statements and volunteered to become Xiao Hengkong's maid. Number one on the heavenly list, higher than the four ancient sons, this title is really too big.
As long as Xiao Hengkong does not die, if nothing unexpected happens, the future will definitely belong to his era. At least, most of the practitioners in the world think so, and they want to recruit Xiao Hengkong and offer extremely high conditions.
"You carry the will of the Ancient Sword Sect, and the Demon Well is about to be in turmoil. You will definitely come and take a look!"
Xu Changge said secretly.
Xiao Hengkong was Xu Changge's only fierce rival in his previous life. It was not until Xu Changge ascended the throne that he figured out the origin of Xiao Hengkong and was greatly amazed. He did not expect that Xiao Hengkong was hidden so deeply.
Xiao Hengkong and Xu Changge were both enemies and friends. During the fight, the two of them fought without mercy. But once the fight was over, the two of them could drink and chat back to back, talking about anything.
Everything in the past life is like a big dream.
The climax of this era is about to come.
A long song, lasting forever.
Xu Changge could obviously take out the blood coffin now and place it on the magic well, which would be enough to suppress the unrest in the magic well. Why didn't Xu Changge do this? Has anyone ever thought about it?
After drinking up the two jars of fine wine, the old monk slowly put down his wine glass and said in a deep voice: "Your body is stained with the cause and effect beyond the avenue, and the path of a saint is extremely difficult. This trip to the desert is, firstly, to suppress the magic well, and secondly, to
Take this opportunity to break the shackles and ascend to the holy throne. Is what I said wrong?"
"That's right." Xu Changge nodded and admitted.
"You can make plans, but you can't let the things in the magic well escape. If it affects the overall situation, I will definitely stop you."
The old monk told his bottom line.
"Don't worry, I do things in a measured way. Although all the people in the world make mistakes, there are no mistakes in this country."
Xu Changge didn't want to see his hometown withered.
This homeland has hosted so many outstanding figures and left behind so many songs that are praised by people.
The heroes of each era have fallen one by one, leaving their life's grace between heaven and earth and engraved in the past years.
"That's very good." The old monk believed that Xu Changge would not make fun of people's lives.
If the magic well is damaged, the billions of living beings in Xuanyu Prefecture will be the first to be affected. Therefore, the old monk must adhere to the will of his ancestors and not let a single flaw appear in the magic well.
To this end, the old monk can dedicate his life, just like his great disciple, who sacrificed his life for righteousness.
Thinking of his disciple, the old monk's eyes turned slightly red and his voice became hoarse: "Is there any more wine?"
"Enough."
Xu Changge immediately took out the wine.
While drinking, the old monk talked about his eldest disciple, the old master of Dutian Mansion.
"Ten thousand years ago, a child fled to the endless desert and happened to meet his old man..."
The old monk looked at the closed magic well. If his disciple was still alive, he must have suffered all kinds of torture in the magic well.
"The child was dying, so I took him to the ancient temple."
With some drunkenness, the old monk recalled it.
Thousands of years ago, in a dilapidated ancient temple.
A sixteen-year-old boy looked at the old monk and said solemnly: "Thank you, Master, for saving your life."
The old monk asked: "What is your name?"
The young man replied: "Su...Su Huaiyi."
Old monk: "Be virtuous and seek justice. Your elders have high expectations for you."
The young man was silent for a long time, holding the tattered corners of his clothes tightly with both hands: "I have no elders. I am an orphan with no name. I chose this name myself."
Hearing this, the old monk's heart trembled slightly and he looked at the young man again: "Good boy."
The young man was afraid of being kicked out, so he hurriedly said, his eyes flickering, and he was very scared: "Master, can I stay here for the time being? I have strength and can work."
The old monk said: "This place is deserted, why do you want to stay here?"
The young man gritted his teeth and replied: "I got some opportunities and was hunted down. I can give the opportunity to the master and ask him to take me in for a while."
If the young man is driven out now, he will either be drowned in a sandstorm or hunted to death.
"Just keep your things safe! You can stay here. You have to chant sutras and recite Buddha's name with me every day."
The old monk looked at the young man as if he was seeing himself in his youth.
"Chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's name? I...I can't."
The young man said timidly.
"No, then learn."
In this way, the young man stayed in the ancient temple and chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name with the old monk every day.
This wait lasted ten years.
The old monk imparted his skills and was full of joy.
It wasn't until the young man started chanting sutras that he realized that the greatest opportunity in his life was not to obtain some spiritual stones and ordinary exercises, but to enter this ancient temple.
After the young man became famous, he founded Dutian Mansion. In just two thousand years, it became the dominant force in Xuanyu State, and all realms surrendered.
Thousands of years ago, Su Huaiyi and his Eighteen Palace Guards came to the Endless Desert to discuss with the old monk.
"Master, you once said that a demon heart was born in the demon well, which is the foundation of the demon clan. If the rebellion in the demon well cannot be suppressed this time, let the disciple merge with the demon heart. As long as the disciple still has a trace of spiritual thought,
If you save it, you can greatly suppress the demon in the demon well."
Su Huaiyi proposed the worst outcome.
The old monk was negative at first and did not agree.
However, at Su Huaiyi's insistence, the old monk finally acquiesced.
Later, turmoil broke out in the magic well. Countless demons emerged, black energy filled the sky, and the entire endless desert was filled with overwhelming demonic energy and pressure.
Even with the old monk in charge, the turmoil in the Demon Well still shows no sign of subside.
As a last resort, Su Huaiyi took a deep look at the old monk and rushed into the magic well. A few days later, Su Huaiyi walked out of the magic well and transformed into a monstrous demon.
The old monk said with tears that he and Su Huaiyi had severed the relationship between master and disciple, just to better suppress the magic well: "From today on, the relationship between master and disciple between me and Su Huaiyi is over!"
Although Su Huaiyi turned into a demon, he still had a trace of reason left. Although there was a layer of mist of tears in his eyes, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Later, the Demon Well Rebellion subsided. Only one of the Eighteen Palace Guards remained. Now he is staying in the forbidden area of Dutian Palace, contaminated with demonic energy, and his life hangs by a thread.
Time flew by like a flash, and Xu Changge and the old monk sat next to the magic well for ten years.
Ten years, to ordinary people, is a very long time, but to practitioners, it is just a blink of an eye.
During this period, Xu Changge negotiated with the blood coffin spirit in Linglong Tower many times. It is very likely that the blood coffin spirit will be born to ensure that the chaos in the magic well will not cause too big consequences.
"Rumble"
On this day, a black chain on the manhole cover suddenly moved.
Xu Changge and the old monk instantly became energetic and looked nervously at the magic well not far away, their eyebrows solemn.
A black cloud appeared in the sky above the endless desert, which was extremely oppressive.
"Time is up."
Looking at each other, they both saw the solemn look in each other's eyes, knowing that the sealing law of the magic well was about to be broken, and the countless demons inside would reappear in the world.