Reborn for ten thousand years, the Eternal Heavenly Lord

Chapter 244

Wu Hao's eyes were filled with mist, and he got off the snow leopard. The ground was smooth, but he was still a little unsteady on his feet. He stumbled forward, swallowed subconsciously, stood up straight, and walked slowly towards the steps where the child was sitting. .

The child's eyes were red, with a smile on his face, he raised his hand and greeted Kong Chen from a distance.When his eyes returned to Wu Hao, although he was muttering words of disdain in his heart that the relationship was not deep, in fact he was still excited and looking forward to it.

Wu Hao walked slowly, and the child's gaze was also slow. Snow Leopard was spiritual and ran away with Fuzi and Kong Chen on his back, leaving this place to Wu Hao and the child.

"Why don't you go back to Zhongtian Realm?" Wu Hao asked politely as he sat next to the child.

The child replied in an old-fashioned manner: "The building is about to collapse. Where is the danger? Where are you?"

Hearing this, Wu Hao was so angry that he suddenly became furious and shouted: "I know you are always like this, you are always like this, you were like this before, and you are still like this now. You have to save the world." Isn't it enough to sacrifice your life for righteousness? Isn't it enough to replace your old arms and legs with thin arms and legs? Do you want to be wiped out in this world and your soul will be dead?"

The sudden yell put a hint of embarrassment on the child's face. His originally playful face turned serious, and he was suddenly speechless.

He looked at Wu Hao silently.

Wu Hao ignored him, buried his head in his arms, and kept talking about the child.

The child raised his thin arms, put his hands on the back of Wu Hao's head, which was buried in his arms, and patted it gently. After a "tsk" sound, he cursed softly: "You stinky boy, you have learned to be neither too big nor too small!"

After waiting for several minutes, Wu Hao buried his head and did not raise his head. His shoulders twitched slightly. Although it was slight, it was still felt by the child's hand pressing behind Wu Hao's head.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. Even if I die, won't I be resurrected again? We are such a big man. I heard that we have become a Taoist couple, or two. Congratulations! Why didn't I realize that you are still here before? Even if you have this ability, the burden of carrying forward Wentian will be placed on your shoulders."

When the child saw that Wu Hao was scolding him endlessly and was as arrogant as him, he couldn't stand it anymore and quickly changed the topic.

Wu Hao raised his head from his arms, his face was full of tears, as if a wanderer returning home suddenly saw a family member he could talk to, and poured out all the grievances along the way, adding to his already unattractive face. The red and swollen eyes, the wanton tears, and the red marks pressed by his arms made him look even uglier.

The little boy sighed one after another and silently moved his body in front of Wu Hao's face, blocking the angle of view between Wu Hao, Fo Zi and Kong Chen, trying his best to prevent Wu Hao's ugly appearance from being seen by the two.

"Okay, okay, little girl? You're crying, how do you behave? If you don't want to lose face, I still want it. There are people on the mountain, don't show your ugly face to others." The child said with red eyes, the little His fingers helped Wu Hao wipe away the tears on his face.

His face was too big, his hands were too small, and the skirt of his clothes had been carefully trimmed by him. There were no reservations and he couldn't wipe it clean. He thought tiredly: I'm the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty. Why is this little bastard so good at crying? There are so many tears and runny noses, it’s so unreasonable.

"Master, I will do it myself!"

Seeing the child in a hurry, Wu Hao felt a little at a loss and said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, oh, I'm the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty, why are you like this?"

Seeing Wu Hao respond with a smile that was uglier than crying, the child scratched his forehead and walked back and forth a few times around Wu Hao's squatting body, "I have become fatter, my cultivation level is higher, I am more responsible... "

This time Wu Hao finally smiled. Hearing this tone, this tone, he was still himself, but smaller.

Daoren Jia, the sixth generation disciple of the Wentian Sect and his master, was killed by Heaven's Punishment in order to save himself during the confrontation with the remnants of Jumang in the lower realm. He didn't expect to see him again in the Zhongtian Realm or in the Eighteen Cities Hell. in.

Wu Haodao has a shortcoming in his heart. This is the shortcoming. His master used his own life in exchange for his own life, because it was planted by Wu Hao himself. However, he was tired of his master and could not make up for it, even after he had grown up. By the time he was able, Master's ashes had long since melted.

This time, during the trip to hell, Liu Ji said that his master was in the underworld, so he came. No matter how difficult it was to break into the underworld, he still had to come because the master was still in the underworld and there was no cause and effect.

Things changed too fast, and after all the hardships, fortunately, I finally found Wentian Laoliu Jia Taoist, and finally met the master who belonged to Jia Taoist soul.

Wu Hao finally found an opportunity to vent his grievances and guilt over the years.

Fortunately, the master is still here, and he has become younger, so young, no matter what generation he will be in the future.

The child transformed by Jia Daoren also had tears in his eyes. Fortunately, he was training his heart in the underworld. He was used to seeing birth, old age, illness and death. However, he was infected by Wu Hao's emotions at first, and some of his true feelings were revealed. The worries in his heart were also fully understood in Wu Hao's chatter. Good feedback.

He suddenly slapped Wu Hao hard on the shoulder and cursed angrily: "What do you look like crying? Tell Master quickly about your Taoist companion and your studies. We haven't seen each other for so many years. You cry when we meet. I don't know." You think I'm bullying you."

Hearing Taoist Jia's childish words, Wu Hao's face regained its vitality. He wiped a handful of tears and snot on his clothes. A happy smile appeared on his face and he said quickly: "Speaking of my two Taoist monks." Ah, they are all stunning in the world, and they are rational, intelligent, lovely, dignified and elegant, virtuous and virtuous, with beautiful temperament and extraordinary talents..." (Borrowed from a very powerful book, hehe .)

"One is named Tian Jing'er, the other is named Chen Qianqian, they..."

Taoist Jia suddenly interrupted Wu Hao's speech, raised his hand and pressed it in front of Wu Hao's eyes, "Chen Qianqian? Taoist disciple Ziran?"

"Ok!"

"Okay, keep talking." Daoren Jia glanced at Wu Hao with a strange look, and then said.

"..."

Wu Hao couldn't go on. The look in the child's master's eyes was too strange.

Taoist Jia saw that Wu Hao paused for a long time and stopped talking, so he asked Wu Hao: "Reading is a Bodhisattva, do you know?"

Wu Hao nodded, somewhat as expected, and casually replied: "Yes, I guessed it."

Taoist Jia furrowed his brows and said displeasedly: "What kind of destiny do you think your boy has? You can accept a disciple at random and turn out to be a Bodhisattva, or a great Bodhisattva."

Wu Hao sniffed and replied firmly: "She is studying!"

The old Taoist looked at Wu Hao with a serious expression. He knew what he was thinking. Thinking of the future that his disciple might face, he said angrily: "Yes, yes, she is studying! But you should also know her mission. Here she is. In the underworld, if you accept the inheritance, you will have to spend it here, maybe for the rest of your life."

"I will help her!"

"Wu Hao!"

"I will help her!"

Wu Hao's answer was decisive and unquestionable.

The child, Taoist Jia, patted the back of his head hard and sighed: "Is this Wentian sect poisonous? Who started this fine tradition first? He himself died for his apprentice, and now his apprentice must be his apprentice's apprentice, His disciples and grandchildren suffered thousands of deaths."

Why!Taoist Jia raised one hand in front of his chest and recited: "I am the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty!"