Ji Ping'an is dreaming again. How many years has it been since he had a dream?
It seems...the last time I fell into a dream was hundreds of years ago.
Only in the deepest dreams, the memories of the past will play back like a movie, with clear clarity:
"laugh--"
There was a sharp friction sound of brake pads, and the dazzling golden car lights illuminated his dumbfounded face through the flying snow, and then... his vision went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, I was already in swaddling clothes, my body was crying like a baby uncontrollably, and I saw a strange world in front of me.
Time travel... is this term, right? It's been so long that it feels strange.
The memories of my childhood were intermittent, and I was asleep most of the time. By the time the memories became coherent, I was already four or five years old.
I had good luck with my pregnancy and came from a prominent family. At that time, I was young, wearing thin spring clothes, riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, and wearing red sleeves all over the house... These are the years that I can't go back to.
When he grew up like a young man, he suddenly encountered a disaster. The woman named "Mother" sent herself to the sect to avoid disaster. When going down the mountain, she turned back step by step and almost cried and fainted. This is a rare and clear picture in memory.
Until that moment, I seemed to have truly integrated into the world, but it was too late.
Many years later, after becoming a successful practitioner, he returned to his hometown, only to learn that all his family members had been slaughtered.
From then on, there was an additional goal of "revenge" in his practice, perhaps as some kind of compensation. His extraordinary talent in practice, combined with his experience as a human being in two lifetimes, made him rise like a comet.
Anyone who stands in the way will fall like straw.
A few years later, he stopped to stab his enemy, and when he looked around, he could no longer see his enemy.
Remember...at that time, my friends called me "Li Yang" and my enemies called me "Demon Lord".
Looking back now, my biggest regret is that I wasted so much of my life on spiritual practice that I neglected the worldly scenery.
The last scene in this period of life is of Liyang Zhenren, who is about to expire, standing on the top of the mountain and slashing the most pinnacle sword of his life towards the sky.
Trying to use this method to announce his departure to the whole world.
However... the picture in his memory dimmed and then brightened, and the death he expected had not come. He climbed up from the hospital bed, and the first thing he saw was a dark old man who opened the door curtain and held medicinal soup in his hand.
All right.
It wasn't until then that he suddenly realized that the "power" that he didn't know existed or not, and threw him into this world, had given him not extraordinary talents, but life after life.
Are you happy? Not much.
Frustrated? not at all.
Although he lost all his cultivation, he gained inner peace in that small mountain village far away from the world of cultivation.
It took him a year to adjust to the transition from a powerful monk to a shepherd boy.
It took another year to accept a new identity and learn to plant rice, cut rice, kill chickens, and butcher sheep all over again.
"Is this the transformation into the mortal world?" The shepherd boy stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the night sky, but he didn't get the answer.
He suddenly felt lucky to have the opportunity to appreciate the scenery of the human world again. It was also that night that he decided to change his life.
He spent ten years designing an unprecedented practice system called "Xingguan" for this mediocre body.
He spent the next ten years supporting his grandfather, who raised him alone, until he died.
In the third decade, war broke out all over the world. He put down his sickle and walked out of the village. He met a silly young man with a playful smile who was determined to pacify the world.
Memories flickered like a slideshow. Finally, decades later, Leng Touqing became the first divine emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was also awarded the title of "National Preceptor" and served as the Superintendent of Qintian.
"Look, this is our empire." On the night of the coronation ceremony, the God-Emperor stood on the top of the city with a wine jar full of ambition. After being drunk, he pulled his sleeves and muttered in his sleep: "If I die, You have to guard it for me."
Because of these words, I protected him for four hundred years.
Maybe this is bad luck...
Ji Ping'an sighed in his dream, with a smile on his lips. Thinking back, looking at the entire life of "Zhenren Liyang" and "National Master", he and the God Emperor established the Great Zhou Dynasty from scratch. Decades are probably the happiest time for me.
The film continued to play. Perhaps it was due to too many injuries in the early years, or the rule that those who won the throne were not allowed to live forever. The first generation of the God-Emperor died in heaven, and then those familiar friends and even enemies also withered like leaves in the wind.
He began to become "isolated" and spent most of his time studying the stars in the "Star Observation Tower" in Qintian Prison.
Trying to dilute the boring life with boring knowledge and exploration of the "big road".
Who would have thought that as an unintentional move to relieve boredom, I would unexpectedly catch a glimpse of the strange laws of the stars in this world.
I thought that my two lifetimes of practice had reached the pinnacle of practice and power, and that everything in the world would no longer be secret. However, I suddenly found that the familiar world suddenly became unfamiliar.
And with the sleepless research, more and more doubts and discoveries came to mind, but at this moment, the deadline was approaching...
"I need more time." So, the Imperial Master, who had been in seclusion for a hundred years, walked out of the pavilion and left.
In the last three years, he traveled around Kyushu to verify some things on the spot, while paving the way and preparing for his next "rebirth".
The good news is that when he opened his eyes for the third time, he found that he had become a small town boy again as expected.
The bad news is that this new body is very bad and far from the minimum requirements for spiritual practice.
He spent ten years cultivating this body and settling the cause and effect. On the second day after tying up his hair and crown, he put on a bamboo hat and left Leizhou all the way north.
He returned to the Qintian Prison he created.
According to his calculations, one night in the late summer and early autumn of the ninth year of Yuanqing, the starry sky would undergo an extremely important change, which would most likely change the pattern of the entire continent.
That was also the only time he had the chance to glimpse the truth of heaven and earth.
There are only two ways to observe changes in the depths of the starry sky from hundreds of millions of miles away:
First, become a monk in the Divine Treasure Realm... But even after three reincarnations, he could not rise from a mere mortal to the ranks of the most powerful people in the world within a few years.
The second is to mobilize the entire Qintian Prison to launch a large-scale astronomical observation with the help of the observatory.
But this is also not easy, and it will consume a lot of resources. Of course, he can use the identity of "National Master" to leave last words and issue orders, but Ji Ping'an, who is used to seeing people's hearts, is very worried. When the "National Master" dies, this matter Will things still be implemented to the letter?
As for directly announcing his identity, this plan, which would inevitably attract countless enemies, was not considered at all.
Or, even if it is implemented, why is it an unknown young man who is qualified to lead all this?
Unless he can win the first place in the summer "Shendu Grand Award" and win the first place on behalf of Qin Tian Jian as a student, according to the rules he set back then, the person who wins the first place has the right to apply to host a large-scale sky viewing ceremony opportunity shall not be deprived.
In his calculations, this was the simplest shortcut.
Although in anyone's opinion, this is a fantasy.
…
"Five more months."
Ji Ping'an opened his eyes and broke away from the dream. What came into view was a small courtyard that was slightly desolate but elegant:
There are green weeping willows inside the wall, a clump of black bamboo on the left is as tall as a sword, a pond on the right has rippling water, and a peach tree next to it has black branches dotted with light pink buds.
In the middle of the antique house, there is the main hall with the door open. It may have been uninhabited for too long, and the desk is covered with light dust. This is the independent dormitory that every Sichen has.
He sat on a wicker chair he found and looked at Huang He who walked into the small courtyard.
"Ji Sichen," Huang He, who had an ordinary appearance and was wearing a brown doctor's uniform, stopped and held his hands, his eyes curious and complicated: "You entered the prison suddenly, and I didn't have time to prepare the prison cell. I have already ordered the white servant to clean it later and bring in daily necessities. .”
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "Thank you."
"It should be." Huang He was flattered. Until now, he had never fully recovered from the shock. Although it is not uncommon for national teachers to recommend students in history, the fact that he came so late ten years after his death is special enough from any perspective.
"Is there anything else?" Ji Ping'an looked at the scroll of pen and ink in his hand.
Huang He explained: "There is indeed an unkind request, related to the "Yuanqing Ceremony" that is being compiled..."
What happened is not complicated. The feudal dynasty has always had the tradition of "compiling history in the Yi Dynasty and compiling books in the prosperous times". Today, His Majesty the God Emperor wants to pursue the merits of his ancestors. Two years ago, he issued an edict to "collect the classics and history from hundreds of schools of thought since the Book of Mortals, and the monks' customs and figures." The biographies, as well as the astronomy, geographies, yin and yang, medical divination, and technical skills were compiled into a book" called "Yuanqing Dadian".
The part involving practitioners is particularly important.
Taking the lead of the Taoist sect and the main writer of the Hanlin Academy, the compilation of biographies of ancient and modern monks, the Imperial Master of the Zhou Dynasty is an unavoidable figure.
"Now the biographies of the Imperial Preceptor have been generally compiled, but the records of the years before his death are missing. Pei Sili specially ordered me to come here to ask you to recall and describe the experiences of the Imperial Preceptor that you have witnessed." Huang He spread out the white paper, polished and picked up the pen.
However, he waited for several breaths but did not hear the other party's answer.
Huang He raised his head and was startled to see that the young man who was smaller than himself in the wicker chair was actually lost in thought.
"Sorry, I remembered something." Feeling his gaze, Ji Ping'an smiled apologetically, hesitated, and asked with interest: "Can I know how they recorded the life of the Imperial Master?"
"Of course," Huang He didn't notice the difference. He thought it was normal to be curious about that legendary figure. He looked proud, "The biography of the Imperial Master has not yet been finalized, but the Hanlin Academy often sends the manuscript to Qintian Supervisor for review, and I also privately I have recorded some.”
As he spoke, he took out a blue book from his arms and handed it over.
Some are looking forward to the other party's reaction... It should be noted that for most mortals, the stories recorded on paper are considered secrets.
I still remember that when I first read the manuscript, my heart was filled with excitement, I couldn't sleep all night, and I had endless regrets:
How wonderful it would be to be able to live in the same era as the Imperial Master, follow him around, lead the horse and ride on the pedal.
However, the expected excitement and exclamation did not come.
Ji Ping'an took it, opened it and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly said: "That's wrong."
"What?" Huang He didn't hear clearly.
The young man who took off his bamboo hat dropped the booklet with a calm expression: "What they said is wrong."
