"This gate is called Eternal Life? What does it mean?"
Deep in the West Mountain, Hong Yi and Bai Ziyue looked at each other, looking at the direction where Duan Zhen disappeared, and fell into deep thought for a moment.
Why did the Taoist master leave just as he was talking?
He also left behind a sentence that I couldn’t understand.
eternal life?
Is it a door called eternal life?
Moreover, the word eternal life is too big to be boundless.
Hoo ho ho!
The cold winter wind and snow blew by again, causing the two of them to come back to their senses.
"Senior experts always like to be clever and say things that are unpredictable. I used to do it a lot, but I didn't expect that today... I would be the one who guesses."
Bai Ziyue shook his head, looked at the wine bag that Duan Zhen drank from, and reached out to put it away.
In front of the Taoist master, no matter how wanton, carefree and invincible he claims to be, he must honestly listen to it and accept it.
"The Gate of Eternal Life...what exactly is it?"
Hong Yi watched Bai Ziyue put away the wine bag solemnly, as if he wanted to treat it as a treasure to be passed down from generation to generation, but he was still thinking about the words Duan Zhen left in his heart.
And that kind of Taoist demeanor.
He vaguely felt that Duan Zhen was reminding him.
"Little brother Hong, today's adventure will never happen again in hundreds or thousands of years. Can you write another poem to add color to this situation?"
Bai Ziyue smiled and patted Hong Yi on the shoulder, pulling him out of his dazed state.
He was extraordinarily free and easy. Since he couldn't think clearly for the moment, he stopped being persistent.
"Ah...composing poetry..."
Hong Yi was shocked when he was photographed, and his thoughts were suddenly brought back.
He met Bai Ziyue's expectant eyes, thought about it for a long time, and finally shook his head:
"When Your Majesty lives in the human world, there are no ordinary words that can come to you. I am not very knowledgeable and have no confidence."
"However, I have gained a little bit from observing the Taoist seals of all living beings. I may be able to draw a painting to express my feelings."
After saying this, Hong Yi walked back to the stone table in the cave, pushed aside the snow-white rice paper, held the inkstone, held the ink grinder, and started grinding it carefully.
"Painting?"
Bai Ziyue's eyes lit up, he stepped forward and looked at Hong Yi grinding, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, Hong Yi's grinding posture, as well as the position of the stone platform, rice paper, and pen around him, actually formed a very special seal in his eyes.
Hazy and illusory, mysterious and mysterious.
Vaguely, there seemed to be countless obscure whispers, slowly ringing out.
"Boom!"
But just when he was about to take a closer look, Hong Yi, who was polishing his ink,
Then he put down the roller.
A heavy and muffled sound pulled his senses back.
If you take a closer look, you will see that Hong Yi is still the young boy who is not as good as a weakling. How can he still look as intimidating as before?
"This young man from Hong Mansion is not simple..."
For a moment, Bai Ziyue's eyes flickered, and he felt that the young man in front of him, who was several levels behind him, was unusual.
"The painting is done, please give Brother Bai a hand."
At this moment, Hong Yi's voice slowly sounded.
"Is the painting done?"
Bai Ziyue was stunned. He clearly saw only a few strokes drawn by the other party, and no more than a dozen breaths left and right. How could it be so fast?
He quickly strode past, met him, and leaned over to take a look.
I saw that the snow-white rice paper was outlined by more than a dozen twists and turns of ink, and the figure of a man from afar appeared on the paper.
In front of him, there was a long river that waded through mountains, seas, and voids. It was covered by a few strokes of black ink, but it made people feel boundless at a glance.
And behind him and even on the sky above his head, there is a network, dense and divided, with thousands of transformations.
His face seemed to be shrouded in mist, but the seal in his hand seemed to be able to follow the painting and walk out of the painting. At first glance, it was actually spinning out of thin air, which was so mysterious that it was difficult to explain.
In the distance, there is a door.
It was an extremely ordinary door with only four strokes. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell the meaning of its existence.
Mountains and seas, voids, long rivers, divine nets, giant gates, seals, and that man.
This is what Hong Yi painted on stage in just a dozen breaths.
"What do you think, Brother Bai?"
Hong Yi brushed his body long and asked with a smile, seeming to be extremely satisfied with the painting.
"This...this painting has a lot of imagery."
Bai Ziyue smiled a little. Although he was a reincarnated demon immortal, he was also from a wealthy family in this life, so he had learned the six arts of a gentleman.
Hong Yi's stage-based paintings before us are actually somewhat unsatisfactory in terms of form, meaning, spirit, composition, scenery, and structure.
If he hadn't just met the Taoist master and admired Hong Yi's literary talents, he would have thought this was just a child's random addition.
"Brother Bai, don't laugh at me. I heard that more than ten years ago, Da Gan painted Sheng Qian Dao Zi in Sanhua Tower and copied the Taoist master. He almost finished the painting, but in the end, he vomited blood and fainted when he was finishing the eye. In the world today, no one But painting a Taoist master, I don’t have anything to say about focusing on images.”
"Hahaha, little brother Hong can't draw now, but it's not a bad idea to succeed in his cultivation in the future!"
The two of them talked for a while and finally finished their words, and also completely calmed down the shock of Duan Zhen's sudden arrival.
Gradually, the snow in the Western Mountains stopped. They waited for the sleeping little foxes to wake up, said a few goodbyes, and then left.
In the Western Mountain, only Hong Yi's unfinished painting was pressed on the stone platform, letting the rain and wind blow.
Time flies, God's will changes, and the origin of Xishan seems to make the whole world's attention fall on Hong Yi.
This son of destiny completely started his magnificent life.
Just like Duan Zhen saw his future life, in just seven years, he reached the position of Yang God and saved some sentient beings at the end of the era.
Flowers bloom and fall, boating in misty rain.
The sea of suffering is boundless, and the bridge to the other shore spans the chasm and leads to the next era.
But even if the bridge can cross the Yang God, it still cannot cross the fixed number.
Ten centuries, a hundred centuries, a thousand centuries.
Just a snap of the fingers.
Everything seems to have just begun, but it also seems like thousands, thousands, or billions of years have passed.
The 1203rd Era, the 156 millionth year.
Someone once said that spring and autumn can be seen in ten years, and birth, old age, illness and death can be seen in a hundred years.
It takes a thousand years to lament the change of dynasties, but ten thousand years to witness the vicissitudes of the sea.
What will happen one hundred million years later?
Hong Yi doesn't know and doesn't want to know anymore.
The all-consuming fire of annihilation burns all living beings in this era.
He stood in front of this huge portal that had been built since the 10th era, and allowed the calamity fire to burn him, but he did not move at all.
Those flames that could burn an era to ashes could not even damage the corners of his clothes or even the dust on his body.
But, so what?
"Thousands of calamities do not count the years, what night is it today?"
Hong Yi looked up at the sky. The cold and dead silence of the entire starry sky had turned into powder and was stirring into nothingness.
He asked himself in a low voice, the gray and exhausted look in his eyes getting heavier and heavier.
In the whole world, he is the only one left.
Time has long been meaningless to him.
"There is one thing, how could I forget..."
After he muttered to himself, he walked among the strange and bizarre transformations, with a hint of doubt in his words.
From the end of the first era, he felt that he had forgotten something.
It seems that it is not one thing, but a person.
"That person, I remember him, but I can't remember him clearly..."
Hong Yi was still confused, and the shadows of the past years flashed from time to time in his eyes, as if in the first era, when he was still unable to resist the end of the era, someone told him something.
But every time he wanted to delve deeper into it, that memory would become more and more blurry. He could only recall it at the end and beginning of an era.
Boom boom boom!
The annihilation fire of nothingness became more and more hot and raging, the entire time and space was distorted and broken, and the traces of powder became more and more disappearing.
At this moment, Hong Yi stepped into an extremely strange crack. With his mind swaying, he stepped out without thinking twice.
Boom!
With one step forward, the Nirvana Tribulation Fire disappeared out of thin air.
Hong Yi also raised his head slightly and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. In a daze, a group of thoughts that had been lost for more than a thousand years were slowly waking up.
He opened his mouth and said silently in a voice that was as dry as ice.
"I've been waiting for you for 156 million years."
"Awaited."
The man opposite also spoke in a distant voice.
For a time, Hong Yi's memory became clearer and clearer, as if with the other party's words, the fog that had suppressed him for more than a thousand years gradually dissipated.
The more they talked, the more he understood, and the memories in his heart became more vivid.
"Does this door have a name?"
At the last moment, these questioning words made him look up suddenly.
All doubts are finally solved.
"Tao Master..."
Hong Yi looked at the opponent's burning finger and suddenly thought of those inexplicable words deep in the Western Mountains in the First Age:
The name of this gate is eternal life.
Whirring whirring!
The power of time swept in from the future. Hong Yi wanted to break free, but was still powerless.
He opened his mouth and could only watch helplessly as the other party pointed, but did not hit the door in his hand.
Boom!
The light and darkness dissipated, and the scene of the First Age went away like the roar of mountains and seas, so fast that it was difficult for his sight to capture it.
Woohoo!
The raging burning of the Nirvana Fire seemed to bring out some whimpering, like the false sigh after burning all living beings.
The 1203rd Era has come to an end.
Wherever you look, a new era has begun.
"The Door to Eternal Life..."
But in this era, Hong Yi stood on the boundary of nothingness, looking at the still broken portal in his palm, with a smile on his face that he hadn't shown in thousands of eras.
He pointed a finger, and seemed to use Duan Zhen's strength to carve the words "Dao Seal" on the door.
eternal life.
If the end of the era is unstoppable, then I will create a door of eternal life to give all living beings a glimmer of hope!
As soon as the two words fell, the portal suddenly shone brightly.
And Hong Yi's eyes once again ignited a ball of fire, as if his withered and dead heart was completely reborn.
Standing in a new era, he looked towards the past, as if he saw Duan Zhen that he had seen in Xishan, and looked at a Taoist master who did not exist in this world.
And in the infinite future world, the Taoist master seems to be looking at himself.
"Master Tao, see you in the future."
Hong Yi smiled, stepped out, and entered a new era.
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