Purgatory Artist-Chapter 473: Unfixed History

Under the wind of the moon.

The light of the fire illuminated the infant's face.

The infant was unusually calm, not crying at all, nor did he move his body out of curiosity.

"Little one, are you not moving because you're blind? Once you grow up, you'll know that the world isn't just darkness."

The old Daoist sat in front of the fire, lightly plucking the strings of his pipa.

The tinkling of jade beads was scattered all over the ground. He sang in a low voice:

"Silver candles illuminate the cold autumn screen."

"The blue sky is clear as water, the night clouds are light."

"The sound of wild geese drifts far away."

"The moon shines on the twelfth floor."

The sound of barking could be heard from the distant forest.

The pipa stopped.

The old Daoist clapped his hands and chuckled: "Tomorrow's food is barking, what a coincidence, what a coincidence!"

He put the pipa behind his back, pulled out a sharpened fire stick, poked it into the fire for a while, and carefully listened to the direction of the barking.

A few moments later.

The old Daoist abruptly stood up and left with the fire stick.

In front of the fire.

Only the infant remained.

All of a sudden.

A voice resounded in the infant's ears:

"I'm late, my apologies."

"— — I am the new Chronicler of History, I saw your past fate at the moment of your death."

The voice sounded a bit emotional:

"Many things in history happen by chance. Sometimes, if history doesn't go one way, it will go another way."

"For example, you were saved."

"Perhaps in a parallel world, when your master passed by this place, he didn't manage to save you, and you weren't thrown into the river."

"Indeed — — -"

"We are currently in a parallel world without you."

"This is because of the Lord of Nightmares' cautiousness."

"In this parallel world, the Samsara world is incomplete, so it has nothing to fear."

"It thought that this would make it easier for it to kill you, but it doesn't know that this is where your opportunity lies."

"Everything here is not fixed."

"You've met the Lord of Nightmares, you've also met the spirits, if one day you find a true way to deal with the nightmares — — -"

"Please begin to create that martial scripture."

"When you succeed, I will be responsible for fixing everything you've experienced here into history, returning it to the main timeline and replacing that history."

"Do your best."

"I await your good news."

The sound gradually faded away.

The baby listened quietly, closed his eyes, and began to think quietly.

Martial scriptures ...

An extraordinary martial scripture!

He had already lost to the Lord of Nightmares and knew how powerful it was. He also knew that countless spirits were no match for it.

In that case.

How was he going to create the Boundless Scripture?

The mountain breeze blew.

Amidst nature's noise, the sound of a pipa came along with the wind. The old Daoist's voice floated in the empty mountain.

"Unfortunately, the heavens do not comply with my wishes.

Like a wild goose landing on the flat sand.

What a miserable life. "

A short while later.

The old Daoist walked back dejectedly. He threw the fire stick to the ground and muttered, "Don't worry. Bastard, running so fast that you can't even call for him to come back? How did it know I was going to eat it? Mommy's! "

The baby could not help but laugh.

When the old Daoist saw him laughing, he glared at him and said, "You're still laughing? If I have nothing to eat, what are you going to eat? Once you're hungry..."

He suddenly paused.

That's right.

I can eat dog meat, but the child can't.

The old Daoist thought for a bit and muttered: "That won't do, if this Child is really hungry, won't it cry for half the night? I have to show my true abilities and get him something to eat."

Saying so, he threw a handful of firewood into the fire and stood up.

A while later.

The old Daoist walked back with two fish in his hand. His entire body was dripping wet. He threw the fish into the blackened iron pot and muttered to himself, "Don't worry.

"You should be able to eat fish soup, I remember that during the famine years, the children by the river relied on this to survive."

The baby's eyes drooped, as if he did not hear anything.

"Hmph, when the fish soup is ready, you'll know that you're hungry."

...

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

It was raining.

The Mountain God Temple.

The old Daoist lay next to the fire, moaning.

A child appeared at the entrance of the temple.

He had a piece of black cloth over his eyes, a dagger in his hand and a gourd tied to his waist. As soon as he came in, he walked up to the old Daoist and checked his pulse.

"Bear with it for a few more days, you were really lucky to be able to pass this Tribulation. Since you survived, as long as the Lightning Tribulation power in your body dissipates, your wounds will naturally heal faster."

The child checked his pulse while speaking like an old man.

The old Daoist gritted his teeth: "Brat, what do you know, I'm just hungry."

The child shook his head and ignored him, sitting cross-legged on the side.

"Oi, cultivating again, aren't you going to play a game of Go?" the old Daoist asked.

"I'm meditating, don't make a fuss, go play by yourself," the child said.

The old Daoist grumbled: "Just who is the master and who is the disciple?"

The child closed his eyes, meditating while silently calculating the battle that happened all those years ago.

"Remember, remember why it wanted to kill you, remember everything it did here, you'll understand in the future!"

Andrea's voice echoed in his ears again.

In that battle ... what were the gains and losses ... what was there that he didn't think of?

The child was trying hard to deduce, but suddenly he heard the old Daoist groan in pain.

He helplessly stopped his deduction and asked: "What's wrong now?"

"It hurts! This damned Heavenly Tribulation, I've already passed it, but it still hit my butt, isn't it disgusting? "the old Daoist groaned.

"Do you still want to drink the elixir?" the child asked.

"Yes," the old Daoist said.

The child stood up, picked up a small clay pot with his only arm, and began to boil the medicine.

The light of the fire shone on his small body, reflecting his shadow on the wall.

The old Daoist watched him busying himself, and suddenly said:

"Come, brat, tell me what your future ambitions are."

"Ambitions?"

"Yes, your cultivation speed is too fast, I can't even figure out your Dao heart. Come, tell me, do you want to cultivate to an incomparably high level? Do you want to go to the Upper Heavens to become an immortal? Or do you want to play the world like me? "

"I'm not interested in either," the child said as he boiled the medicine.

"Then what do you plan to do when you grow up?" the old Daoist tilted his head to look at him.

"After a few years, I'll unify the righteous and evil paths, unify the cultivation world, and barely become the strongest person in the world." the child answered.

"You're only 5 years old, what arrogance!" the old Daoist laughed.

Suddenly.

He sensed something and looked at the entrance of the ruined temple.

The shadows of several wild beasts appeared.

"Liu Ping!"

The old Daoist pointed at the entrance, his finger trembling: "Hurry! Your Shifu is currently heavily injured, I can only rely on you! "

The child sensed.

Several pairs of crimson eyes appeared at the entrance of the ruined temple.

Wild dogs.

— — No, not wild dogs, they gave off faint waves of demonic energy.

These wild dogs are all demonic beasts!

The young man waved his hand.

The wild dogs came in one after another, crouched down in front of him, opened their jaws, and placed items in front of the young man.

A piece of cured meat, a string of coins, two new sets of clothes, an oil paper umbrella.

There was even a deed for a plot of land!

Although the young man's eyes were covered by a black cloth, he still seemed to be able to see and spoke: "My Shifu is injured, so I'll take your items, but take the deed back, we don't need this."

One of the wild dogs then bit the deed, brought it to the side and pressed it down with a rock.

— — This means that the wind is too strong, so when we leave, we'll take it with us.

The old Daoist clicked his tongue and asked: "Oi, they're about to become demonic beasts, what exactly are you doing?"

"I'm teaching them," the child answered.

The old Daoist was surprised.

The child turned around and spoke with a serious expression: "You've only just entered the Path of the Nine Serenities, so I'm going to tell you about the important matters of cultivation right now. Listen carefully, don't miss anything."

As the old Daoist looked carefully, he saw that the demonic beasts' eyes were clear without any bloody glow, their fur was clean, sitting in a circle around the child with a respectful expression.

— — -One of them even had the outline of a human.

A few minutes later.

A few deer silently entered the ruined temple, stood in a corner and silently listened to his lecture.

After that, a flock of mountain sparrows flew into the temple, landed on the roof and stood still.

A bear came in, leaned against a pillar, and closed its eyes to listen.

Two tigers came in a group, crouching not too far away from the child.

More and more animals came in.

The child's expression didn't change and simply continued to explain the Path of the Nine Serenities.

A few dozen minutes later.

The smell of medicine came from the fire.

It was now that the child waved his hand and said: "Go, my Shifu needs to eat and rest, that's all for today."

The birds and beasts lowered their heads in unison, as if they were saluting.

They took a few steps back and left the ruined temple.

It was now that the child picked up the pot, poured the boiled medicine into a bowl, and brought it in front of the old Daoist.

The light of the fire illuminated the Master and disciple's faces.

"Why did you teach them cultivation?" the old Daoist asked.

"Why did you save me in the first place? Why did I teach them cultivation?" Liu Ping answered.

He was still recalling every detail of his meeting with the Lord of Nightmares.

The Lord of Nightmares seemed to be a bit wary of the Samsara.

But why?

On the other side, the old Daoist thought for a while and said: "That makes sense ... But you're only five years old and you're already a Master, what do you want me to think?"

"What's there to be afraid of? There will be more and more disciples in the future, whether they're humans or demons, they'll have to respect you, how impressive would that be?" Liu Ping said.

The old Daoist slapped his thigh. That made sense.

"Now, humans and demons are still in harmony, but if they go to war in the future, what will you do?"

"I said I want to rule the world, old Daoist, you don't believe me?"

"Haha, your ambition is praiseworthy. Fine, I'll reward you with something good today."

As the old Daoist spoke, he took out a tortoise shell.

"Do you see it? This is used for divination. You're already five years old and have some achievements in cultivation, you can use it to familiarize yourself with it. "

"Thank you, Shifu." Liu Ping took the tortoise shell and walked to the side.

Five years old ...

He was already five years old, he should be able to use this tortoise shell.

He took out a few copper coins from the stray dogs and shook them back and forth in his hands.

The old Daoist chattered on behind his back.

"If someone knows Divination, using this tortoise shell to perform divination will be twice the result with half the effort, you'll be able to see the past and future more clearly."

"However, Divination is one of the top skills of the Six Arts, it can allow one to peek into the Heavenly Axiom and the underworld. Normal cultivators can't even grasp it, it requires extremely high talent, you — —"

Crash!

A loud noise interrupted the old Daoist's explanation.

The copper coins hit the tortoise shell and scattered all over the ground.

Liu Ping silently looked at the copper coins, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Suddenly.

A line of burning words appeared in front of his eyes:

[Congratulations.]

[Using the highest skill of the Samsara, you've deduced a very important matter — —]

[The Lord of Nightmares cannot defeat the Samsara.]