Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 110 - 96 Inviting Gods into the Temple, Four Demon Gods Chosen_3

[This was his own choice, also shaped by the times; Heaven and Earth's fortune had decreed that the Sixth Limit should appear at this point in time. Even without Zhuang Butong, there would have been Ji Butong or Zhao Butong to pave the way for all beings.]

[Of course... Even a stern person like myself must admit, he has always done very well, exceptionally well!]

Hearing the last sentence, Ji Jingqiu exhaled softly, saying, "I want to know, who is responding to Senior Zhuang, is it the 'times' mentioned by the Divine Monarch?"

[It is the times, it is himself, and also one of the Four Demons in the depths of the Spiritual Wilderness — the Dream Demon.]

"Dream Demon?" Ji Jingqiu was slightly startled, could this be related to the artificial intelligence Dream God?

[Indeed, one of the inherent traits of the Dream Demon is 'to respond and fulfill the noble wishes of all sentient beings, even if in a malformed form.']

[That Zhuang Butong could receive its response and achieve his current state can be called an unreplicable miracle.]

[In a sense... he can be considered a Divine Chosen of the Dream Demon; that the Federation did not annihilate him for safety reasons is already extremely considerate.]

[Normally, we would not disclose these matters to humans, not even allow them to realize their existence, as it would connect them with Them, but you are an exception.]

Ji Jingqiu pondered, "What does the Divine Monarch mean?"

[Hehe, I really wish Their avatars would voluntarily walk into the trap and enter your Inner Realm.]

Ji Jingqiu remained silent, finally saying:

"Please, Divine Monarch, help me sharpen my blade."

[Granted.]

[Additionally, we have long since dispatched a strand of Divine Intent to preside in your Inner Realm, sharing the burden of the Bitter Sea for you, unable to bestow further Divine Intent; visit the Divine Temple less in the future.]

Ji Jingqiu contemplated thoughtfully.

Were those godly columns he could barely see in the distance the various Divine Monarchs of the Federation?

He did not know how much time had passed.

The words of the Guardian God faintly reached him:

[Lastly... take good care of that tiger cub of yours.]

Ji Jingqiu's face showed surprise, but the Divine Monarch had already left.

He silently paused, looking at the five Ten Thousand Ancient Blades in front of him.

Under the washing of the Divine Monarch's origin evil Qi, each blade had been honed to its current utmost sharp edge.

He had reached his own limit.

Sensing that the Divine Monarch had left.

Ji Jingqiu, sitting cross-legged in his Inner World, looked up at the eleven celestial columns that stood between Heaven and Earth, gently rubbing Fatty Hu, who was dozing by his leg.

"You little rascal... have you learned to outsource too?"

...

...

The fifth day.

This night, there was a torrential downpour.

It was also the first rain Ji Jingqiu encountered after coming to the Four Guardian Stars.

Ji Jingqiu didn't use an umbrella; the first gift of the Heavenly Person, Unbreakable Copper Skin, after refining his Reincarnation Body, allowed him to feel the raindrops rolling off his skin like beads without soaking into his skin.

This sensation was particularly marvelous, a sublimation of touch, which he found endlessly enjoyable.

He returned from Star Group, carrying Green Master, striding toward the sparring room.

Rainwater flowed under his feet like cascades; the distant sky hinted at thunderous unrest, and the holographic images of varied colors continued in the rain curtain, illuminating the silhouettes of buildings in the dark, blending reality with illusion.

Ji Jingqiu suddenly stopped.

This street had been deserted since five days ago, predictably cleared by some people.

And now, a mobile van was parked on the roadside, an old man was busy behind the van.

Smelling the enticing aroma of food, Ji Jingqiu stopped, recognizing that the old man was the one who had helped him at the Guardian God Temple.

So it was not the Dragon Tiger Dojo, but...

Ji Jingqiu had suspected as much.

He walked straight over.

"Boss, two portions of your specialty, one to go."

The old man didn't speak, just silently served up a clear soup noodle topped with a poached egg.

Ji Jingqiu said in surprise, "This is your specialty?"

"Young man, how can you know if it's good without tasting it?" the old man said indifferently, "Hand-pulled noodles, this craft is already rare in this era, especially in a place like Four Guardian Stars."

Ji Jingqiu took a small bite, his eyes lighting up; he had judged by appearances, and these noodles were the most al dente he had ever eaten in his two lives!

Moreover, something in the noodles, just from a single bite, swept away all the tension and slight negative emotions he had accumulated these days!

He took a long breath, in the night rain under the lamp light, resembling a white dragon, then, with a burst of energy, he devoured the soup and noodles into his stomach.

"Refreshing!"

"Boss, another bowl."

"None left," the old man glanced at him, "one bowl per person. Where are you heading so late at night?"

"And what about you, opening the shop in the middle of the night?" Ji Jingqiu retorted instead of answering.

The old man shook his head, the youth was indeed someone difficult to persuade.

"Would you like to hear my story?" The old man suddenly said.

Ji Jingqiu put down his chopsticks and after a slight hesitation, nodded.

"...It will be a very long story."

The old man placed the packaged takeout in front of Ji Jingqiu and whispered, his eyes shimmering for a moment as if a lead-colored cloud was pressing down on the sky, his pupil deep, gazing into the alley submerged in the pitch-dark rainy night.

At that moment.

It seemed as though the clouds in the old man's eyes collapsed, and the rain poured down as heavily as it did outside, bringing with it a silently melancholic undercurrent in the air.

The story... began.

"If it's too long, then I won't listen! Otherwise, the noodles will go all soggy."

Ji Jingqiu stood up, firmly refusing.

What a joke, where would he find the time to listen to a long story now? He is so busy that he wished he could spend all 24 hours nurturing the Ten Thousand Ancient Blade in the Inner Realm!

Stories and such, it wouldn't hurt to listen to them after things are settled.

Before the old man could even open his mouth, he was a bit stunned and closed it.

"Let's forget about the money," Ji Jingqiu gestured with his hand and picked up the packaged takeout on the table, "If I'm not mistaken, you must know Senior Zhuang, could it be his master?"

"The noodles are your delivery fee."

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"If you have some free time in the next few days, why not wander here more often?" Ji Jingqiu paused, "After all, there aren't many 'next few days' left."

As soon as these words came out, the old man's gaze sharpened like a Heavenly Sword, capable of piercing through all illusions and disguises, his figure abruptly rising like a Divine Mountain, unstoppable!

But Ji Jingqiu did not continue.

Before leaving, he gave a thumbs up: "Also, the noodles are really chewy! This time it's really worth it!"

Isn't it? To be able to eat noodles hand-pulled by a Martial Arts Master himself, this was indeed a profitable experience.

He carried his noodles with large strides towards the sparring room, sweeping away the pent-up emotions of these past days.

It seems the situation has not completely deteriorated; there are still people willing to stand by Senior Zhuang.

Back in the training room.

Only a flickering old lamp hung inside, crackling with electric currents, sometimes hidden in darkness, sometimes illuminated by the flickering light, Zhuang Butong, with a tranquil face, sat cross-legged in the middle of the room as always.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Ji Jingqiu placed the takeout noodles in front of him.

And he helped him unpack it.

Zhuang Butong slowly opened his eyes, looking at the clear soup noodles in front of him, his expression unusually lost.

"I just ran into an old man on the roadside, saying it's handcrafted noodles, and limited to one bowl per person, so I brought a bowl for you, senior."

Ji Jingqiu smiled, feeling somewhat emotional about the relationship between this master and disciple.

He didn't listen to the story, but he could sense from the old man's every move, the Martial Arts Master who once stood at the pinnacle of the Federation, had never abandoned his disciple whom he once proudly regarded.

At the same moment, caution rose again in Ji Jingqiu's heart.

Why did the old man personally come to see Senior Zhuang? Was it reluctantly, or... unable to?

"Dream Demon..."

That's the biggest secret on Senior Zhuang, the higher the position seems, the more dreaded it is.

Unlike them, the lower-ranking martial artists seem to be fearless...

Ji Jingqiu sensed something.

At this time.

Zhuang Butong smelled the familiar aroma of the hot noodle soup from the depths of his memory.

He quietly gazed at the noodle soup in front of him, a hint of softness appearing in his eyes.

He always knew, his teacher had never left him.

Thirty-one years of torment, not only for him but for his teacher as well.

He slowly picked up the bowl of noodles, carefully eating every bit of the soup and noodles clean, leaving no residue.

After putting down the bowl.

Zhuang Butong looked up at Ji Jingqiu: "Have you rested well?"

Ji Jingqiu stiffened.

During these days, Senior Zhuang's aura became thicker and more piercing day by day.

Likewise, his martial skills under the tempering of Senior Zhuang, were also climbing at an astonishing speed!

He gently touched the Green Master lying across his lap, slowly standing up, his own aura not weak at all.

"Please, Senior, teach me."