On your wedding night, stay with your godbrother; the Empress is practically throwing herself at you

P.S.: I'm really not the person you're looking for.

I only know him.

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on the square.

It was completely quiet.

All that remained was the sound of the wind rustling through the red silk.

There was also the occasional booming sound of true energy emanating from Lu Chuan's body.

After a long while, the Sage of Qingyun finally caught his breath and forced himself to stand up straight.

He first took a deep look at Lu Chuan on the stage.

There was shock, relief, and an indescribable envy in his eyes.

Then.

He slowly turned his head and cast his gaze at the young figure in mid-air after the golden light had faded.

The Sage of Azure Cloud stared at him for a full minute.

Only then did he speak.

His voice was hoarse, tinged with uncertainty.

"You are Shakyamuni."

These words were spoken.

The three federal elders standing not far away were simultaneously jolted.

The white-haired elder suddenly raised his head, his eyes widening like copper bells.

Shakyamuni?

Who is that?

Those are mythical figures recorded in the oldest books of humankind!

He was the founder of Buddhism, a being who, according to legend, had long since transcended life and death.

These characters, who only existed in ancient books, are now standing alive in front of them.

And he just slapped away the Nine-Headed Demon Saint of the North Sea?

midair.

The young monk smiled slightly, put his hands together, and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha."

"My name is now Qiao Ling'er."

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the name.

Qiao Ling'er?

This name sounds too ordinary.

This has absolutely nothing to do with that giant golden Buddha that blotted out the sky and rubbed the Demon Saint to the ground just now.

The Sage of Azure Clouds paid no attention to the matter of names.

He stared intently into Qiao Ling'er's eyes and asked the question that had been nagging at him.

"How many times have you been reincarnated?"

hum.

The three elders were completely stunned.

Reincarnation?

Is there really such a thing as reincarnation?

They always believed that the ultimate goal of martial arts cultivation was to prolong life and prevent the body from decaying.

When a person dies, they are dead.

There is no such thing as reincarnation.

Now that the Sage of Qingyun has asked this question in person, it has completely overturned their worldview.

Qiao Ling'er's smile remained gentle.

Looking at the Azure Cloud Sage, his tone was calm.

"The ninth time."

"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, it's been a long time."

boom.

Everyone was so shocked that they were speechless.

The ninth time!

Reincarnated nine times!

The very concept of reincarnation was enough to make their jaws drop.

Now tell them that this person has already turned nine times?

How long did he live?

Thousands of years?

Or tens of thousands of years?

The white-haired elder felt his legs go weak, and if the people next to him hadn't been supporting him, he would have knelt on the ground.

I've been through so much today.

The Sage of Qingyun looked at Qiao Ling'er with a very complicated expression.

He let out a long sigh.

Ugh.

Many years ago.

How many years ago exactly?

Qingyun himself couldn't remember.

He wasn't that old back then, and his energy was still quite vigorous.

He had once come into contact with this ninth incarnation of Shakyamuni.

But back then, the monk wasn't called Qiao Ling'er.

Qingyun had forgotten what his name was.

All he remembered was that Shakyamuni was an ascetic monk at that time.

Wearing a tattered cassock, he walked barefoot in the snow-capped mountains.

The Buddha's teachings are boundless.

His cultivation level had long since broken through to the Saint realm.

Qingyun once sat down with him to drink tea and discuss philosophy.

However, not long after, the ascetic monk completely disappeared.

I never heard from him again.

Qingyun always believed that he had gone to strive for a higher realm, but failed and perished.

But little did they know that he had already been reincarnated.

Reincarnation.

Such extraordinary abilities seem to be possessed only by the Buddhist community.

Moreover, Qingyun knew very well that this kind of reincarnation was not as simple as just opening and closing one's eyes.

That was extremely dangerous.

The risk is extremely high.

Each reincarnation erases the cultivation of the previous life, starting anew.

A slight mishap.

They will lose their true nature in the womb.

To become a mortal, to experience birth, aging, sickness, and death, and to have one's soul perish.

Only someone like Shakyamuni, possessing great supernatural powers and great perseverance, could achieve this.

That's why I dared to be so decisive.

Time and again they abandon the cultivation of sainthood and enter the cycle of reincarnation.

He was reincarnated nine times.

All for the sake of vying for that last sliver of Dao fruit.

The Sage of Qingyun was filled with admiration.

He asked himself if he would have had the courage if it were him.

He would rather stay in this broken body of a saint and slowly grow old and die on Mount Buzhou than gamble on that illusory reincarnation.

Qiao Ling'er watched the changing expressions of the Qingyun Saint without making a sound to disturb him.

He knew that this kind of thing would be too shocking for ordinary people.

It takes time to digest.

Liu Fuyao stood on the wedding platform, holding a red silk ribbon in her hand.

Listening to their conversation, she felt as if she were hearing gibberish.

Reincarnation?

Nine times?

She glanced at Lu Chuan, who was still meditating with his eyes closed beside her, and a sense of absurdity suddenly arose in her heart.

After a long while.

The sage of Qingyun took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

He suddenly looked up, stared at Qiao Ling'er, and asked an extremely abrupt question.

"This time..."

Are you going to that place?

These words were spoken.

The three elders beside him immediately perked up their ears.

That place?

Which place?

A place that could be mentioned with such reverence and fear by the sage of Mount Buzhou must not be a good place.

Qiao Ling'er turned her head.

He did not immediately answer the question posed by the Sage of Qingyun.

Instead, they turned their attention to Lu Chuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the wedding platform.

Qiao Ling'er looked at the ever-surging true energy on Lu Chuan's body and seemed to be lost in thought.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

The Azure Cloud Saint stared intently at him, not daring to even breathe.

After a long while.

Qiao Ling'er slowly withdrew her gaze and shook her head.

"Won't."

The Azure Cloud Sage was taken aback and hurriedly pressed for an answer.

Why?

Qiao Ling'er sighed, her tone revealing a hint of helplessness and desolation.

"I foresaw that this life would be completely different."

"That place..."

"It can't be held."

boom.

For an instant.

The Azure Cloud Saint shuddered violently.

His already pale face instantly turned completely bloodless.

He was even retreating, and an indescribable bitterness spread wildly from the depths of Qingyun Sage's heart.

Can't hold on?

We can't hold on!

The Sage of Qingyun's lips trembled, and his eyes instantly reddened.

The human and demon races have guarded that place for so many years.

In order to defend that place.

How many lives have been lost between humans and demons?

Countless brilliant sages followed one after another to fill the ranks.

The old, weak, sick, and disabled people on Mount Buzhou were counting down the days, preparing to fill that hole at any time.

Now Qiao Ling'er tells him.

Is it impossible to hold out?

Wouldn't all their sacrifices over the years have been wasted?

What hope is there for the future of the human race?

The Azure Cloud Saint felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest, and couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of black blood.

"saint!"

The three elders were terrified and quickly stepped forward.

Qiao Ling'er smiled slightly as she looked at the despairing expression on Qingyun Saint's face.

"Qingyun, don't despair."

"Great calamities are often accompanied by great opportunities."

"This time, perhaps everything will be different."

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