Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

It was already evening at this time. Xuandu Medical Center had been busy for a day, and most of the patients had left.

Liang Ping, who was wearing a simple Taoist robe, was cleaning the hospital, but he didn't notice an old man standing across the street, staring at him.

"Has he started practicing in this life?"

The Prophet Holy Emperor frowned slightly: "It seems that because of the emergence of that variable, many things have changed in this life. I really want to kill that variable immediately and get everything back on track!"

He was very angry.

Over the years, the Holy Prophet Emperor has been considering whether to simply commit suicide and start the next cycle directly?

After all, Wanyu Taoist is just a variable. Maybe once a new cycle begins, Wanyu Taoist will cease to exist, and he can bring everything back under his control?

But in the end, the Holy Prophet Emperor still did not commit suicide.

Because he couldn't be sure whether the variable Wan Yu Taoist would appear in the next cycle.

If it still happens, then there is no point in him committing suicide in this life.

So instead of doing this, he might as well fight with Taoist Wan Yu in this life. Even if he fails in the end, it can be used as an accumulation of experience.

When the next cycle starts, even if Taoist Wan Yu does appear again, he will already know more about the latter, and it will naturally be easier to deal with him.

Of course, the Holy Prophet Emperor cannot guarantee that if he cannot kill Taoist Wanyu in this life, he will definitely be able to kill him in the next life.

But it doesn’t matter, if one life doesn’t work, then two lives, if two lives doesn’t work, then three lives.

The Prophet Holy Emperor believes that no matter what the variable ability of Taoist Wan Yu is, as long as he keeps repeating the cycle again and again.

One day, he can let the other person be completely controlled by him like everyone else in the world, and become a plaything that he can knead at will.

Aren’t the powerful enemies in the past all defeated by my own cycle again and again?

The Holy Prophet Emperor walked into the medical center with a faint smile.

Liang Ping, who was cleaning, raised his head and asked with concern: "Old sir, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Yes, my head hurts a little, but I see that your medical clinic is about to close. Can I still see a doctor?"

The Holy Prophet Emperor asked with a smile.

"Of course it can be done. My master said that there should be no delay in treating diseases. You must be treated whenever you come."

Liang Ping put down what he was holding: "Come on, old gentleman, sit down first and I'll take a pulse for you."

"good!"

The two sat down, and the Holy Prophet stretched out his wrist to ask Liang Ping to take a pulse, while asking: "What do you call your little brother?"

"I'm at Liang Ping."

"It turns out to be little brother Liang, how many years have you been studying medicine?"

"Two years, but don't worry, old man, my master is very skilled in medicine. Although I have only studied medicine with him for two years, I can treat common diseases. What if... huh?"

Liang Ping suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong, little brother, is my condition serious?"

There was a hint of joking in the eyes of the Holy Prophet Emperor.

"no."

Liang Ping pursed his lips: "It's strange, why is the pulse so normal? It doesn't look like you are sick. Old sir, do you really have a headache?"

"Of course it's true. Why would I come to the hospital if you don't have a headache?" the Holy Prophet Emperor asked playfully.

"But……"

Liang Ping frowned, his eyes full of doubts about himself.

Finally, he said helplessly: "Old sir, I'm really sorry. It seems that my medical skills are too poor after all and I can't diagnose the cause of your illness."

"But please don't worry, I will ask the master to come out to diagnose and treat you. My mentor has great medical skills and he will definitely be able to cure you."

After saying that, Liang Ping got up and entered the back room.

The Holy Prophet Emperor was not in a hurry, but sat there and waited.

He also wanted to see what kind of master Liang Ping had in this life?

Soon, Liang Ping led another young Taoist priest out of the back room.

"Master, this old gentleman came to see the doctor. The old gentleman said that he had a headache, but the apprentice really couldn't diagnose the cause."

Liang Ping said.

The young Taoist priest looked up and at the same time, the Prophet Holy Emperor also looked over.

The two looked at each other, and the Prophet Holy Emperor saw a look of surprise in the Taoist priest's eyes.

Although this look of surprise was extremely obscure, it was still easy to capture the character of the Holy Prophet Emperor.

Why is he shocked? Does he still know me?

The Holy Prophet Emperor was confused.

At this moment, the young Taoist priest came up and bowed: "Junior, pay homage to the Holy Prophet Emperor!"

"Do you know me?"

The doubts in his heart were confirmed, but the Holy Prophet Emperor was even more surprised.

He could tell at a glance that this young Taoist priest's cultivation level was only at the Yuan Shen realm.

To mortals in the Yuanshen realm, they may already be extraordinary divine figures, but to him, the master, they are no different than ants under his feet.

For such a small character, he doesn't think that the other person is any different from him.

"I can't say we know each other. I just saw my senior before."

This young Taoist priest is, of course, Zhao Mu himself.

Zhao Mu also did not expect that his first meeting with the Holy Prophet Emperor would be under such circumstances.

And...it happened so suddenly!

When Liang Ping said just now that there was an old man outside who had a headache but could not diagnose the cause, he thought it was just an ordinary old man suffering from a difficult and complicated disease, but he didn't expect...

Fortunately, every time I left the Vast Sea Continent, I would use the Chaos Machine, the Five Smoke Life-Cutting Umbrella, and the Wordless Heavenly Book to cut off my own fate.

And this time when I came to the Vast Sea Continent, I added a few more disguises, not only changing my appearance, but also forging a fate on my body.

Now in the eyes of the Prophet Saint Emperor, I should be just an ordinary cultivator in the Yuanshen realm.

Even if the other party deduced my fate, there would be no problem with my origins and past.

So Zhao Mu suppressed his shock and continued, "The battle between the Lords and the God Lord was earth-shattering. Who among the cultivators in the Eastern Region would not be fascinated?"

"At that time, I was also fortunate to see the methods of the Lords with the Mysterious Light Mirror and recognize their appearance, so I recognized Senior Saint Emperor just now."

"I have always believed that I will never have any intersection with the Lords in this life, but I never thought that Senior Saint Emperor would come to my small clinic. It is really a blessing!"

Zhao Mu played the role of an ordinary cultivator who admired the Lords very much.

His original cultivation was only at the Yuanshen realm, and he did not want to fight with the Prophet Saint Emperor who was the Lord.

Of course, to be on the safe side, he had secretly prepared three thousand temples and sent a message to Wanyu Taoist.

As long as the Holy Emperor of the Prophet is determined to take action, the 100,000 incense-burning gods will immediately descend through the 3,000 temples and summon unknown gods to fight.

At the same time, the Taoist Wanyu will arrive as soon as possible.

By then, the existences of the two master realms will join forces. Even if the Holy Emperor of the Prophet is stronger than the average master, he thinks he should be able to escape.