Infernal Artist

It's dark.

The sky is filled with stars.

Under the moonlight, the villages in the distance glowed with dots of fire.

Liu Ping and Lao Dao sat in the field beside the field, lit a bonfire, and grilled several fish until golden.

The old man took a bite of fish and drank a sip of wine, looking quite happy.

Liu Ping is only five years old now. Although he is already a foundation-building monk, he has to cultivate merits now. It is naturally inappropriate to drink alcohol at the age of five, so he can only silently drink the mountain spring water from the gourd.

"Master."

"Um?"

"How do you think I can accumulate merit quickly enough?"

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Of course, it is the fastest to save people, but we don't know where people will die, so--take your time."

Liu Ping thought for a while and said, "If someone deliberately creates a catastrophe, and then saves those who were affected, is there any merit in doing so?"

"Hmph!" The old Taoist sneered, "The reincarnation of heaven, everything is obvious, you can't hide it from heaven, you must have real merit - do you think this kind of score-earning behavior can hide it from heaven?"

"Master, do you even know the word "brush points?" Liu Ping said unexpectedly.

"Of course, there are civilizations everywhere in the universe. Your master and I have dabbled in various human civilizations, so we naturally know more than you."

The old man said proudly.

Liu Ping couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Thinking back to those days——

Because I resisted ascension, I never listened to Master's talk about things in the outer world, so I didn't know how much Master knew.

Now it seems that before the whole world fell into a dark drama, the master could detect it early, help him make arrangements in time, and then he could escape successfully——

Master still has a way of doing this.

"Then the only thing is to accumulate merit honestly."

Liu Ping sighed, took out a few copper coins and scattered them on the ground.

The old Taoist glanced at the copper coins and said calmly: "There is someone who is seeking death thirty-eight thousand miles away. Can you save him?"

Liu Ping also stared at the copper coins and said: "He will die in one breath - look, he is already dead, I can't save him in time."

The old Taoist put down the grilled fish, grabbed the copper coins and sprinkled them again.

The copper coins clattered to the ground, reappearing with different sides facing up.

"Eighty-nine thousand miles away, there is someone fighting to the death. Do you want to save him?"

"It's too late, the day lilies are cold after flying over."

"Look, it's not that easy to accumulate merit by saving people."

"well……"

Liu Ping was a little troubled.

What exactly do you need to do to accumulate enough merit?

Without merit, one cannot summon the spirits of the Six Paths, and one cannot create the martial arts that can defeat nightmares.

suddenly.

There was a sound of footsteps not far away.

The master and apprentice followed the sound.

I saw a dozen strong men holding weapons turning down the mountain road, about to run towards the village.

When they saw the bonfire here, they stopped immediately.

"What do you two do?"

The leader yelled.

"Fortune teller." Liu Ping said.

"What are you doing here?" the man continued to ask.

"We are passing by here, let's rest here for a while." Lao Dao cupped his hands and said with a smile.

The people on the opposite side looked at the two of them and saw that the old man and the young man were thin, ragged, and unarmed, and they couldn't help but relax.

"Hmph, there's no point in killing him. Let's go."

Humanity takes the lead.

A thin man behind him pulled him and whispered: "Brother Zhang, don't worry, look at some copper coins spread out in front of them."

Brother Zhang, who took the lead, took a look and found that there were five or six copper coins scattered around the bonfire.

He knocked the thin man on the head hard and shouted: "Idiot! The leader of this village is the king of the mountain patrol. He is engaged in a big business of killing people and stealing goods. Do you want to rob a few copper coins?"

"Yes, that's what Brother Zhang said." The thin man said quickly.

Only then did Brother Zhang stop and shouted to the pair of masters and disciples: "You two, hand over all the copper coins, lest we try to rob them, do you understand?"

"Aren't you just robbing me?" Liu Ping muttered.

He made a casual calculation, looked at the dozen men holding weapons, and then glanced at the village in the distance.

Lines of burning small characters suddenly appeared:

"You sensed the intentions of these bandits."

"God has good intentions. If you defeat them and save the village, you will gain certain merits."

Liu Ping stood up from the fire happily, carrying the fire stick and walking towards the dozen or so people.

The robbers on the opposite side noticed his intention and burst into laughter.

"Boy, what do you want to do with that stick?" Brother Zhang asked, crossing his arms.

"Kill you." The blind child laughed.

His pace is getting faster and faster.

suddenly.

Two more lines of burning small letters appeared:

"Notice!"

"Don't kill, otherwise your merits will be lost."

Liu Ping's hand paused.

A man opposite drew a knife and said, "This kid is disobedient, I will send him to heaven."

He drew his knife and stabbed Liu Ping.

Liu Ping had a casual fight, rushed into the crowd and danced the fire stick back and forth, immediately beating the group of robbers to the point where they lay on the ground crying and howling.

——No casualties.

"Eh? I always say that you have too much murderous nature. Are you going to change your gender today?" the old Taoist asked in surprise.

Liu Ping was seen holding the fire stick motionless, as if he had encountered some difficulty.

Don't kill these people.

After they recover from their injuries, sooner or later they will rob and kill others again.

Kill these people.

It’s not worth it because your merits are at a loss.

What to do?

He thought about it carefully and shouted to the old man: "Master, let me calculate the fate of these people. If they will kill people in the future, I will kill them. Doesn't this count as a loss of merit?"

The old Taoist took a sip of the wine from the gourd, sat in front of the fire, shook his fan, and said with squinted eyes: "Fate will change. Although you think so now, who can guarantee that it will not change in the future?"

Liu Ping sighed: "That's what I'm afraid of."

"Not to mention that some people can repent and change their lives, but just saying that you kill a person in advance because he may kill someone in the future - this seems a bit untenable." The old Taoist continued.

Liu Ping stuck the fire stick on the ground and looked at the bandits rolling on the ground.

He scratched his head in distress and asked: "Brother Zhang, why do you want to be robbers? Don't lie. You know that we are cultivators. I will know if you lie and I will kill you."

Brother Zhang knelt down in front of him, kowtowed repeatedly and said:

"My dear Immortal Master, there has been a flood in our hometown. The fields have been washed away and all the cattle and sheep have died. We really can't survive anymore!"

Liu Ping felt for a moment that this man was actually telling the truth.

"My lord, Immortal Master, what I said is indeed true. If you have food to eat and farmland, who would want to be a robber!"

Brother Zhang continued to kowtow.

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Liu Ping's mind.

He said loudly: "Master, I have some ideas."

"Oh? Tell me about it?" the old Taoist said while waving his fan.

"It is said that those who are good at fighting have no great merits. We don't have to run around to save people. We only need to let everyone have enough to eat, have a place to live, and have a life to live. All living beings can find their own place and live in peace. Then we will naturally gain merit. "

Liu Ping said loudly.

The old Taoist put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "This is a way - but how do you achieve this?"

At this time, Liu Ping's thoughts were clear, and he said casually:

"First unify the world, and then create a set of exercises that everyone can practice, regardless of their qualifications, except those who are not good and sincere."

"If you want to create a set of good laws, that's no joke. Throughout the ages, almost only extraordinary and holy people can do it." said the old Taoist.

Extraordinary and holy——

A flash of inspiration flashed in Liu Ping's mind.

He came from the nightmare layer, first met the spirits in that blank history, then fought the nightmare creatures, and finally landed in this parallel world.

All of this is to create a martial arts that is extraordinary and holy.

Perhaps the so-called transcendence and sainthood does not refer to how powerful the martial arts scripture is, but to the fact that it can benefit all sentient beings and enable all sentient beings to escape suffering!

So.

The realm of saints——

It doesn't mean how strong he is, but what kind of contribution he has made to the world and how he educates all living beings.

Liu Ping stood still, feeling as if he had been enlightened and completely understood the core of the so-called "Guizang's Most Excellent Martial Arts Sutra".

When he thought of this, a line of burning small words suddenly appeared in front of Liu Ping's eyes:

"You have earned the title of 'Twilight's Embrace'."

"You have understood the true meaning of a saint."

"Please complete the journey of the saint and let the 'Twilight Embrace' evolve into a more powerful saint-level title."

Collect all the fine print.

Liu Ping suddenly looked at Brother Zhang and said, "Let's go, take me to your village."

Brother Zhang hesitated and said: "Master Immortal, you want to..."

Liu Ping smiled and said: "We rarely do anything for mortals, so you should seize this opportunity. My master and I will use magic to help you eliminate all the disasters caused by the flood and make the crops grow again." .”

"Really?" Brother Zhang said excitedly.

"Let's go. Practitioners generally don't farm, but I happened to have studied related technologies and came up with a special set of secret farming techniques. It can be used with only the third level of Qi refining." Liu Ping said.

"What's the secret technique?" Brother Zhang asked curiously.

"The name of that technique is: Who said that there are only exhausted cows in the world who have not plowed the land? Today I will show you how powerful the magic cow is at plowing the land."

Liu Ping said seriously.