The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Since the dawn of chaos, the sea never dries up, and the stone never rots. Why do human beings die eventually?"

"There is no reason for reincarnation, and the flow of life and death is constant. This is the rule, this is ethics, this is necessary for the rotation of yin and yang, and it is also the avenue for the circulation of heaven and earth."

"Because of this, when the world is distorted, I must come here."

"As a saint, as a guide, as a transcendent person who transcends the bondage of life and death, I will guide you on the way forward."

"My name is Son of God Feng Cong'er. Only by respecting this great avenue of heaven and earth can I become a saint."

"Serve my believers who want to establish my legend, and suppress the monster monks who want to erase my existence. I have come to the world. If there is anyone who dissatisfied, just come over!"

When the saint in the noble purple robe finished his long speech on the occasion of his resurrection, he discovered that there seemed to be no one else on the ground except a dazed magic user and a dark-faced witch.

"Ah?" The girl who calls herself a saint scratched her hair in embarrassment: "Why does the timing seem a little wrong?"

Reimu was very angry, very angry, not only because her family's shrine was destroyed twice in a short period of time, but also because the "murderer" actually dared to speak nonsense in front of her.

Although the real murderer had already fled thousands of miles away, she didn't think that this guy who suddenly appeared had anything to do with that strange immortal.

but

"The breath of faith," Lingmeng frowned slightly as he looked at the purple-robed girl in the air, and murmured, "Could this guy be a god?"

"No, I am a saint."

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God knows how this guy heard Reimu talking to himself from so far away, but the other party's unconcealed answer made Reimu relieved.

It’s okay if it’s not a god.

In fact, Reimu is not afraid of the gods at all. Although she is a miko but does not respect the gods at all, this may be a very bad thing in itself, but the Hakurei miko is obviously an exception.

She has been doing a lot of wrestling with gods lately.

However, if the other party is born on the side of the gods, then I am afraid that she will be very troublesome in the fight, because there are more constraints. Gods are gods after all, and having troublesome abilities is simply annoying!

If you can't beat him to death, you can't hurt him, which completely defeats the purpose of making people vent their anger.

I don’t know what a saint is, but as long as he’s not a god, that’s fine!

Reimu looked at the purple-robed girl with an unkind look, but the other party was also looking at her.

She didn't know if it was Reimu's illusion, but she always felt that the other person seemed to see through her thoughts. The transparency of everything about herself being exposed in the other person's eyes made her very uncomfortable.

"What an amazing human being."

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. The noble girl in purple robe, who claimed to be the son of Feng Cong'er, suddenly said: "I can learn a lot from you. No, I should say that I can learn from everyone. to something.”

"Huh?" The other party's statement made Reimu confused.

"I see. Do you want to fight? Girl, although I have seen all your actions."

"look?"

Lingmeng was startled and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, I have 'seen' you from before you were born until now."

Feng Conger Shenzi began to tell the meaning of "see" in a calm tone: "A miko who fights monsters, but sometimes joins forces with monsters. By the way, are you with those monster monks who want to prevent my resurrection? Right?"

"Monk?"

Reimu glanced at Marisa beside him, only to find that she also had a confused expression on her face.

In Gensokyo, there are many gods, but there is no one who can be called a demon monk, right? And this obviously requires being a Buddhist as a prerequisite.

In this regard, Marisa vaguely felt as if she had accidentally forgotten something, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

"But no matter what, it's fine."

God child Feng Conger didn't care about the doubts of the two, but said down to himself: "People have erased the secular me and regarded me as a legend. If you want to fight, come on. The me you want to challenge is right now. It’s a living legend.”

Lingmeng raised an eyebrow. Although she barely understood what the other party said, judging from what this guy meant, he was still here for a fight, right?

After holding the imperial coin in his hand, Lingmeng hesitated for 0.3 seconds before decisively throwing the talisman at the opponent's face.

"The Son of God Feng Cong'er."

During the gap, Yakumo Purple thought about these words carefully. This is a name that can feel extraordinary power simply from its literal meaning.

"If you claim to be a saint, the world will regard you as a legend. As a result, the number of qualified candidates will be very limited."

"Master Zi, the results of the investigation are out."

Yakumo Lan held a blueprint full of spells and said: "The spiritual power of the ground veins has not decreased, but the trajectory has subtly shifted, and there is something similar to a temple found in it."

"Temple?" Yakumo Murasaki was stunned: "Is that a concept sealed in the earth's veins?"

"No, I'm afraid it has always existed in the earth's veins, but it was suppressed. There are vague traces of Buddhist actions on it."

"Really? Suppression."

Yakumo Zi squinted her eyes and began to think: "Calling himself a saint, possessing legends, revering the Dao, and being suppressed by Buddhism, although we really don't want to believe it, but that one is the only possible existence?"

"Yes."

Yakumo Lan reluctantly put down the drawings in his hands, and his eyes slowly shifted to the mountains of historical records on the table: "In addition to that immortal, Huo Qing'e's strange behavior can only be attributed to him, no, it is' She's right."

"I didn't expect that the most famous Prince Shotoku in history would actually be a woman."

Yakumo Zi sighed strangely: "But what we didn't expect was that the prince clearly knew the principle of reincarnation, but he was resurrected in this way in the end."

"I heard that a Taoist priest from mainland China bewitched her."

"We admit that Huo Qing'e is indeed suspected of instigation, but look at her current appearance. How can she feel forced?"

"Yes." After hearing this, Yakumo Lan nodded and said with some emotion: "Zi Jie Xian, I didn't expect that there is such a random secret technique. After dying once, you can be resurrected and become an immortal."

Yakumo Purple chuckled softly and said: "This is just an accident that can only succeed in Gensokyo. The outside world's belief in Prince Shotoku has almost disappeared. If there is still such a 'paradise', she probably can only stay in the ground." I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"Alas." Yakumo Lan sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it just feels like Gensokyo is going to be lively after a long time, in another sense."

"Ah, that's right, Buddhists, Taoists, saints, and witches."

"Master Purple, with all due respect, if a war for faith really breaks out, I'm afraid Hakurei Shrine will be the first to be eliminated, right? Even though we are fighting on home soil."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it, right? Who would want to believe in a shrine that doesn't even have a god?"

"That's right."