Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

"Ji Liusun! Ji Liusun!"

In the mist, Ju Wangsun was in a daze, with a weak consciousness. He forgot who he was, what he was doing, and only heard a voice calling a certain name.

"Ji Liusun, I'm not Ji Liusun, I'm Ju Wangsun."

Ju Wangsun tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't open them anyway.

He felt confused and lost, and his heart was full of uneasiness. He knew that his identity was important, but he couldn't remember the specific details. He could only feel the oppression of the surrounding mist and the voice that kept calling "Ji Liusun".

"No, that's not right, I'm not some Ju Wangsun, I'm Ju Liusun."

"I'm Ju Wangsun."

"It's Ju Liusun."

Ju Wangsun shouted in his heart, and he felt a strange and familiar memory drilling into his mind. He seemed to be really Ju Liusun.

But his reason told him that he was Ju Wangsun.

Suddenly, a ray of light broke through the mist and illuminated Ju Wangsun's consciousness. He saw a vague figure, which seemed to be an ancient monk, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a long rope.

"Ji Liusun, you are finally back."

The figure spoke, his voice full of vicissitudes and expectations.

Ju Wangsun was shocked, and he felt that this figure had a deep connection with him. He tried to communicate with the figure: "Who are you? Why do you call me Ji Liusun?"

The figure smiled slightly, and then slowly said: "I am you, and you are me. Ju Wangsun, I am your previous life, and you are my present life."

Ju Wangsun's heart was deeply shocked, as if a layer of fog was lifted, revealing the truth hidden in the depths of his memory. He felt his soul trembling, and a long-lost, vague memory began to gradually become clear.

"My previous life?" Ju Wangsun muttered to himself, his heart full of doubts and puzzlement, "You are my previous life, I am your present life, so why can I see you?"

The figure seemed to see through Ju Wangsun's mind, and slowly explained: "You saw yourself!"

As soon as the figure finished speaking, he pounced on Ju Wangsun.

"Ah!"

Ju Wangsun was terrified, but the next moment, he felt a warm force flowing in his body, and those warm currents were like keys, opening the chains of his memory. Pictures flashed through his mind, including his days of practicing in Yuxu Palace, his experience of attending the Shendeng Conference, and his memory of being sent into reincarnation by Yuanshi Tianzun.

"What a biased Yuanshi Tianzun, what a Chanjiao!"

Ju Liusun's eyes flashed with a fierce look. When he thought of his desperate pleas, Yuanshi Tianzun was unmoved and stubbornly sent him into reincarnation, his fire of hatred burned fiercely.

Obviously, he and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun both joined the Magic Lamp Society, but he was the only one who was punished. Since Yuanshi Tianzun could save Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, why did he have to give up on him?

Juliusun's heart was full of reluctance and anger. He felt that Yuanshi Tianzun was too unfair to him. He knew that he joined the Magic Lamp Society with Yuanshi Tianzun's tacit approval.

When he made mistakes, he didn't teach him or correct him. When he caused a terrible disaster, he didn't come to rescue him.

As for Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, he was able to escape punishment.

"My good teacher, you can't dream that there will be a figure like Wusheng Jiaozhu in the prehistoric world. Not only did he sneak into your school with his clone, but he also killed Qingxu Daode Zhenjun. You can't imagine it!"

Thinking of Qingxu Daode Zhenjun's final fate, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun felt comfortable all over.

In Juliusun's heart, the resentment towards Yuanshi Tianzun was like a torrent of rivers.

"Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being ungrateful."

A trace of determination flashed in Juliusun's eyes. He decided to make Yuanshi Tianzun pay for his actions.

"Brother, brother, it's time to go."

Juliusun felt someone shaking his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw Cihang Zhenren, Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun, Puxian Zhenren and Daoxing Tianzun.

Seeing that these four people were dressed as monks, his eyes lit up.

Juliusun remembered that his reincarnation had converted to Buddhism with Cihang Zhenren and others. And now, only he has awakened to his past.

"Okay, okay, God really helps me. Yuanshi Tianzun is a saint, I can't do anything to him. However, as long as I introduce all his disciples to Buddhism, I will definitely make him feel pain. What he cares about most is face. If the five Daluo Jinxians of the Chanjiao worship Buddhism, he will definitely lose face."

Juliusun's heart was filled with an uncontrollable excitement. He didn't expect things to take such a turn. He originally thought that he would be trapped in reincarnation forever and could no longer have any influence on Yuanshi Tianzun and the Chan Sect, but now, he saw the hope of revenge.

"Brother, what were you thinking about just now?" Seeing that Ji Liusun looked different, Cihang Zhenren asked softly.

Ji Liusun quickly restrained his emotions and smiled slightly: "Nothing, I just suddenly remembered some past events."

He was about to show his strength, how could he tell the truth to Cihang Zhenren and others. He also had to find a way to seal the past life memories of Cihang Zhenren and others.

It would be best if they could never be restored.

"Let's go, brothers."

Ji Liusun stood up and went to the Western Paradise with Cihang Zhenren and others.

In the void, Pan Wang saw Ji Liusun's reaction and was extremely satisfied.

"However, these people are still too insignificant to really cause Yuanshi Tianzun pain. Only by destroying Guangchengzi's path to enlightenment and cutting off the future of the Chan Sect can I relieve my hatred. No hurry, we have plenty of time."

He no longer needs to keep an eye on the four people of Cihang. With Juliusun here, the four people of Cihang have to enter Buddhism even if they don't want to.

Pan Wang believes that Juliusun will do whatever it takes to bring the four people of Cihang to the West.

The difficulty of obtaining scriptures in the West is much lower than that of obtaining scriptures in the South.

The southern team may make the West prosperous, and the Styx Patriarch and others will naturally do their best to stop it. The Western team will not be of much use to Xiniu Hezhou. The Styx Patriarch and Kunpeng Patriarch are very happy to help the Western team.

So, ten years later, the Western team and the Southern team met. The two teams met on the same cloud road.

"Amitabha, five poor monks came from Dalun Temple and went to Lingshan to worship Buddha and ask for scriptures."

"Poor monks came from Lingshan and went to Hengshan Cave Heaven in the southern continent to worship demons and ask for scriptures."

After both parties introduced themselves, Ju Liusun, Cihang Zhenren and others were dumbfounded. They looked at the master and disciples of Sakyamuni who claimed to be from Lingshan, and their hearts were filled with shock.

It was normal for them to worship Buddha and ask for scriptures, because they were monks. The Sakyamuni opposite was obviously the Buddha of Lingshan, so why did he go to worship demons and ask for scriptures? (End of this chapter)