Chen Yi leans against the plum tree, remembering the past incarnation.
For a while.
Some mixed feelings.
When he and Dong Yunyue first arrived in Suzhou, the plum tree was just an unknown plum tree, no one cared about it, its buds bloomed in spring and winter, and they were short-lived and blooming in an instant.
Just to let Zhao Dieer have a suitable physique for cultivation.
Even he himself did not expect that a ray of dream principles that he casually penetrated into the body of the plum tree could help the plum tree transform, and then produce the most precious yellow beam fruit.
That's right.
The Huangliang fruits that these monks dreamed of and fought for at all costs were just his mortal dreams, and those magical powers were the three thousand magical powers transmitted to him by the white fox's face.
The way of immortality is the difference between true and false.
Fairy is real, everything is fantasy.
A single thought of the Great Dao, floating life is like a dream, and the appearance of all living beings are all in a dream. If you wake up against the dust, and turn from emptiness to reality, you will realize your true self. The true self, the Tao, and your heart are strong, and you will be a fairy child!
Chen Yi has enlightenment, quietly guarding the spiritual platform, his mind is clear, his consciousness is immersed in the clouds, and he can penetrate the deep Taoism. The branches of the plum tree are swaying, and the surrounding divine light becomes more dazzling, assisting with all his strength.
Pavilion bubbles.
An ordinary farmer, with his face to the loess and his back to the sky, works hard at sunrise and rests at sundown, but the county magistrate often exploits and oppresses him, and he cannot escape his life of poverty.
One day, a monk came to the village.
Seeing that the mortal was a good man and wanted to accept a disciple, the mortal took out a few copper plates and sent the monk away without mentioning anything about practicing Taoism. His wife was very puzzled and asked why.
The mortal smiled and replied: "The master above said that they are just some charlatans."
This story is not the way of fantasy, but it also contains the true meaning of the way of fantasy.
For monks, all worldly matters are nothing more than passing clouds.
But in the mortal world, seeking divination from immortals is like the moon in the water, ethereal and insubstantial.
"It is said that great wisdom is like foolishness, great skill is like clumsiness, great exuberance is like rush, great debate is like indifference, great straightness is like bending, great achievement is like lack, the elephant is invisible, the generosity is without corners, the great voice is like sound..."
“Seeing with the eyes does not necessarily mean that it is true, and hearing with the ears does not necessarily mean that it is false.
"Speaking of which, it is a Taoist heart. All living beings are transformed by Taoist dreams, and there is nothing that does not contain Taoism. Belief is true, and disbelief is false. True and false are only in a thought."
Chen Yi crossed his knees and twisted his seals, and an indescribable Taoist charm spread out. His mood was sublimated, and he could vaguely glimpse the threshold of becoming a god after slaying mortals, and laid a solid foundation.
Outside the clouds and mist.
Blood Demon Xiaozu took advantage of the distractions of the monks to eliminate the pursuers and reunited with Danyangzi. The two of them joined forces to repel Yi Qinglan, who had long been unwilling to fight, and used their magical powers to escape.
Never left the secret realm.
Just because he was also curious about men's heels, based on what he had seen before, Little Ancestor of the Blood Demon made a rough guess: "Isn't this person the legendary Emperor of Heaven?"
"Nine times out of ten."
Danyangzi said solemnly.
"How do you think the emperor today compares to Chen Changsheng? Who is stronger or weaker?" Blood Demon Xiaozu stared at the hazy clouds and asked. He could not see through the opponent's limits.
"It's not easy to compare."
Monks who have just embarked on the path of cultivation or who are ignorant only judge geniuses by their realm. He does not like Chen Changsheng, but he cannot deny Chen Changsheng's unparalleled talent.
Two thousand years ago.
The war between good and evil had lasted for nearly a thousand years, and was completely ended by Chen Changsheng single-handedly. Regardless of his position, this move was enough to make him famous in history.
The peak of Nascent Soul is the limit of the times, not Chen Changsheng's limit.
And this mysterious Emperor of Heaven seems to be of the same type as Chen Changsheng. He outdoes his contemporaries, and at least with Huanmeng, he has gone further than anyone else.
It's hard to judge, to put it bluntly, they are a bunch of mediocre people and don't deserve to be judged.
Sudden.
The clouds and mist around the plum tree cleared away, and the hearts of the cultivators present suddenly rose to their throats.
Chen Yi stretched his waist and said, "I owe you my love for enlightenment. Since you have the intention to transform into a human form, I will teach you the method of enlightenment today. I hope that one day I can cultivate a spiritual body."
He raised his finger and lightly tapped a branch.
The aura is like a canopy, extinguished for a moment: "If he walks in the world in his youth, he should be kind to others, perform good deeds, accumulate merits, and accumulate blessings, so that he can achieve positive results. I must remember it."
His own hands have been stained with the blood of too many innocent monks, and he has committed a lot of sins. This was not his intention, but it is the end of the matter. There is no need to look back.
The plum tree is ignorant, but it can still be taught.
Just as he tried his best to prevent Beihuang and others from committing indiscriminate killings, all kinds of causes and effects will be imposed on my body. My left hand is stained with the blood of the world's enemies, and my right hand wipes away all the eternal sins of life.
Peace be with you all, I should have no regrets.
Suddenly there is a strange fragrance, fragrant and fragrant, and then the plum tree is full of snow-white flowers and bears fruits. Dozens of yellow rice berries compete for the first place and fall down from the branches.
All were suspended in front of Chen Yi.
Outsiders can't help but say: That's Huang Liang Guo, a rare treasure of heaven and earth. Not long ago, they were fighting over it with bloodshed and countless casualties.
However, an even more incredible scene was yet to come.
"I want this thing to be useless, just take nine."
Chen Yi smiled warmly, waved his sleeves, and the Heavenly Kingdom in his palm held nine yellow Liangfan fruits. Chan Hongyi and the others took one each, reluctantly bringing one to Ning Yuan.
See it.
The blood pressure of others soared, and they wanted to rush in and snatch the remaining rice berries.
The branches of the plum tree swayed again, indicating that this was the last time she would bear fruit. When she transformed, she would no longer be able to bear fruit. Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then clasped his hands and smiled lightly:
"Then give it to someone who is destined."
Say it.
The magic power rolled up dozens of yellow beam fruits and threw them at will. Countless streams of light lit up the deep night. The ethereal and melodious fairy music spread throughout the land of Longhan, and everyone looked up.
mercy.
Yellow rice fruits are scattered like shooting stars, intertwining with the stars in the sky. From villages to towns, from mountains to rivers, gorgeous tassels fall from the sky.
Bask in the starlight.
People in the world have found unprecedented comfort in their hearts, and it has nothing to do with spiritual practice.
The plum tree was also happy. Chen Yi patted the trunk of the tree and blew out the fairy air. A strong wind came up for a while, and the monks around him were taken out of the Gusu ruins. Finally, he walked straight towards Qianli.
Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.
With the complete magical power of "Huang Liang Yi Meng", Chen Yi rubbed her head and left quietly without saying a word from the beginning to the end. The past has ended at this point.
Looking at Qian Li, who was flattered as if he had found a treasure, Beihuang slowly narrowed his elegant frosty eyes, and an inexplicable murderous intention spread, the chill was chilling and bone-piercing.
But if asked why, she couldn't tell...
