"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs."
A few crosses are felt by heaven and earth.
Boom boom boom!
Thousands of huge thunder dragons danced wantonly from the clouds, releasing the glorious light that shone through the dark night.
The sound of wind and rain seemed to blow from the origin of time, sweeping across the nine days, intersecting with the thunder and light.
However, Hong Yi's dangling pen tip was still soaked in ink, as if he wanted to write something more after writing the cross.
As a human being, he never imagined that there were so many ungrateful and grateful people in this world.
He thought of the folk talk he read in a thatched cottage transcript in his spare time:
It is said that hundreds of years ago, a villager in the mountains was spotted by a wealthy man passing by because of his beautiful singing voice. He was rewarded with a large sum of money and asked to come to his mansion to sing once a year.
The villager became rich and used the remaining money to build a green rock path in the village to facilitate the villagers' travel.
At first, all the people in the same village praised him highly, and even voluntarily set up a merit monument for him to recite his name forever.
But gradually, things changed slightly.
Although the rich man asked him to perform at his mansion once a year, he did not allow him to stay in the city. The villagers, who were simple and honest by nature, had no intention of moving their families into the city and just stayed in the village.
One reward was worth what he had earned over several years. After a few years, the family's money became more and more abundant.
The views of people in the same village towards him also began to change.
At first, the most common thing he encountered was people from the village coming to borrow money.
From one or two strings of copper coins to dozens or hundreds of taels of silver, there was an endless stream of people coming to the door, but they could only borrow and never return.
Then, those in the same village began to complain about why he didn't build the road wider and give out more money.
Some people even broke into his home at night with the intent of stealing.
The simple villagers saw that the people in the village who used to be harmonious in the past suddenly changed like this. They didn't know what to do for a while, and finally came up with the idea of moving their families to live in the city.
But how can those people in the same village who have turned into poisonous snakes let this cash cow leave? If he dared to leave, his ancestral grave would be dug up so that he would have no destination after his death.
The simple villagers were afraid. One year when they were performing for the rich man, they finally couldn't help but ask. The rich man smiled and said:
"The human heart has been like this since ancient times."
Hong Yi didn't take this story seriously when he read it in the past. He only thought that there could be such an ungrateful person in the world. But he didn't expect that today when he visualized the Xuanyuan Seal of Living Beings, he could really see it.
Even the Taoist master who spreads the Dharma to all living beings has some people who don't understand and insult him wantonly. You can imagine what the attitude of people in this world is.
"This world shouldn't be like this."
At this moment, Hong Yi finally put down his brush and let out a long breath.
He stared at the cross that said "Heaven and Earth are unkind and treat all things as stupid dogs." He suddenly grabbed it, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into a copper brazier in the distance.
The tiny fireworks spit out their red tongues in the dark night, burning the snow-white rice paper together with the ink.
It's like nothing ever happened.
Boom boom boom!
The heavy thunder and roar in the sky gradually dispersed as the fire burned.
And Hong Yi, who had experienced several changes in his mood throughout the night, finally lay down on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, endless fatigue swept over him.
That night, he did not have any dreams, nor did he see the web of living beings.
In the dead of night, the waves caused by the violent thunder in Wenwu Hou Mansion also slowly subsided, but in the deepest part of the mansion, the study room of Hong Xuanji, the exclusive owner of the house, was still lit.
"The power of the Yang God..."
Hong Xuanji stretched out the palm that seemed to have all the power, and spread it flat, revealing a ball of light filled with the aura of the morning sun.
As he reaches middle age, he has lost much of the immature arrogance of his youth, and like a piece of jade that has been tempered, he has gradually become mellower and more restrained.
His eyes became calmer and calmer, as if there was no emotion in the world in his heart. Especially when he was sitting quietly, the fist intention came out of his heart, as if he was a divine king who was responsible for the life and death of all living beings.
But at this moment, no matter how profound his demeanor was, he was still hesitant about the brilliant light in his palm.
Just a month ago, when he was holding Yuan Shouyi in his arms, he suddenly felt something deep in the spiritual platform floating out of thin air.
As soon as he entered his eyes, a man with an ancient look, dressed like an ancient Taoist, suddenly appeared.
As he approached the human immortal, he saw the man who claimed to be Changsheng without any reaction at all.
The man seemed to have used Taoism to turn into a projection clone and appeared.
At that time, he was stationed at the Daqian military camp on the border of Yunmeng and Yunmeng, which was the center of the bloody battle.
The roaring military drums and the majestic blood energy of countless soldiers are enough to keep any Taoist practitioner from getting close, and even ordinary ghosts and immortals dare not have the slightest idea of prying.
What's more, Hong Xuanji himself is a martial arts master who is at the peak of martial arts and is one step away from becoming a human immortal.
The blood energy turns into smoke and surges into the sky anytime and anywhere. How can this kind of Taoism invade it?
So as soon as they met, Hong Xuanji felt that he had encountered an unprecedented opponent, and he immediately used all the strength in his body.
But no matter how he punched, everything around him was frozen.
It was clear that his cronies were not far away, but everything seemed to turn into a scroll and stagnated.
Even his wheel of life and death seemed to be suppressed by a higher and farther power, and could no longer turn sentient beings around.
At that moment, the ancient Taoist announced his name and called him Immortality.
The only thing the other party said was that after he returned to Beijing, he would ask his legitimate son Hong Yi, "What is God's will."
Incidentally, he also gave him the thought of a Yangshen.
"Yi'er, is it really what we see in the future?"
In the study, Hong Xuanji's mind changed and he put away the idea of Yangshen filled with martial arts will.
He recalled the scene in the future that he had seen in Zuibugui Tower. He saw Hong Yi standing at the end of the chaotic void zone in that future world, and he killed himself with one finger.
To be fair, in the past ten years, although Hong Xuanji had a grudge, he had not shown the slightest indifference to Hong Yi as he had in the future.
At this time, the Taoist who claimed to be immortal gave himself a thought of the Yang God. What did he mean?
"Um?"
And just when he was confused, he suddenly had a flash of consciousness and walked out of the house on his own and walked to Hong Yi's house.
As the head of the family, and with a cultivation level close to that of a human immortal, no one in the entire family knew about his actions.
In just a dozen breaths, he walked in gently like a gust of wind.
He opened the door and found that Hong Yi was already asleep, with a pale face, as if his mind was exhausted.
Seeing this, Hong Xuanji looked away and saw the folded papers on the ground, which were the articles he had copied from Hong Yi earlier.
"I'm just tired."
Hong Xuanji shook his head. No matter what he saw in the future, his trajectory since Hong Yi was born has been completely different from his original trajectory.
The relationship between their father and son, although not close, is quite harmonious.
His eyes softened slightly, and he covered Hong Yi with a quilt himself, sighing slightly.
But just as he was about to leave, his eyes moved and he saw a piece of rice paper folded in front of the table.
Hoo ho ho!
As far as the eyes can see, the rice paper will open without any wind, revealing the five big characters inside.
God's will is public opinion.
This is the question he asked Hong Yi now.
"this…"
Hong Xuanji stared at these five big characters. The palm that was originally covering Hong Yi with the quilt suddenly let go.
At this moment, his expression became extremely incomprehensible.
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