"Brother Sick, what are you doing?"
The little one said a little shyly. He was used to being touched on the face, but they were all acquaintances.
This was the first time he was touched by a stranger, and he waved his short, fat hands to resist. His face was as red as a big apple.
This requires extra money, oh, not animal milk!
Looking at the pink and jade-shaped Milk Baby in front of him, the lofty image of Emperor Huang Tian faded in his heart.
Zhang Ruoxu smiled knowingly, like a cat and a dog, grabbed the milk baby, put it on his lap, and said slowly: "How old are you, do you want to drink animal milk?"
"One and a half years old!" The little one replied with a milky voice. Looking at the residue of the animal milk that fell to the ground, he couldn't help but become greedy. He nodded seriously and said, "The animal milk is really fragrant and delicious."
"Grandpa, the patriarch, gives the little one the milk of all beasts every day."
"When fire tiger milk, moon rhinoceros milk, and dragon horn elephant juice are mixed together, the milk of all animals is the most delicious."
Milkman is worthy of being a Milkman, and he actually plays with animal milk to a great extent. He is worthy of being the great master of animal milk throughout the ages, and he knows how to eat it!
Zhang Ruoxu sighed with emotion, clapped his hands and said, "I have an idea."
"Call me Brother Ruoxu, and I will take you to drink Black Emperor's milk in the future."
The little girl's eyes suddenly widened. They were shiny, black royal milk, what is this? It seems to be a variety that she has never eaten before!
I don't know if it tastes good or not. I imagined the taste of Black Emperor's milk. I swallowed my saliva and shouted in a milky voice: "Brother Ruoxu."
"Okay, hang out with Brother Ruoxu and eat nine meals in three days." Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile, and at the same time, he felt a pang of regret in his heart.
There is no shadow stone around him. Whether to record it or not, it will take a few quasi-immortal emperor weapons to make a move.
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng looked at this scene and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the two of them were getting along well.
This is the best result. After all, Zhang Ruoxu is the guest appointed by Liu Shen. If it is not pleasant, the old patriarch doesn't know how to end it.
So the small room was filled with joy.
The old patriarch gained peace of mind, Zhang Ruoxu felt happy, and the little one was full of expectations for Black Emperor's milk. Everyone has a bright future.
Only the world where the Black King was injured was formed.
Immortal Emperor Shi Hao:? ? ?
"This Young Master Ruoxu..." Shi Yunfeng, the old patriarch, hesitated for a moment and adopted a more prudent and respectful term.
In the vast wilderness, only the sons of princes are qualified to be called princes.
If anyone else uses it, it is an act of transgression. If it is placed in an ancient and strict capital city, it may be a crime of confiscating homes and exterminating families.
But this is the wilderness, and the people in the wilderness are not that particular.
I am a barbarian! (pride)
"Calling you Young Master is too alienating." Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile: "My name is Gai Jiutian. If you don't like it, you can ask me to declare a saint. I can afford it."
Old patriarch: "..."
"Brother Bing, didn't you just say your name was Ruoxu?" Xiao Doian asked in confusion.
Could it be that this sick brother has many names like himself?
The little boy started to think wildly. The patriarch's grandpa liked to call him little boy, Uncle Lin Hu liked to call him little stone, and others called him little Shihao, Milkman, Naihao...
"The name is just a code name. When I use my code name to have a conversation, your code name is also me. What does this mean? Does it mean that you are me and I am you..."
"What is this? This is freedom of transformation."
Zhang Ruoxu muttered: "Where did I come from and where will I die? Why do I appear in this world? What does my appearance mean to this world? Did the world choose me, or did I choose the world."
"Asking the true self in reincarnation, is the true self in the past or in the future?"
"Is there an inevitable connection between me and the universe? Does the universe have an end? Does time have a length? Where does the past time disappear? Where does the future time stop?"
At this moment, Zhang Ruoxu's whole body was exuding the brilliance of wisdom.
"Mr. Ming, which ancient country are you from?"
The old patriarch was horrified. When he was young, he traveled through the wilderness, met many people, and heard many teachings. He was an intellectual in the wilderness. Because he had only a little knowledge, he was more likely to be fooled.
Unlike the little one who is innocent, he only thinks about three things in his mind, animal milk, animal milk, or animal milk for riding a horse!
Listening to the conversation between the patriarch and the sick brother, the little boy was bored and breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the bed feeling sleepy.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, he fell asleep without any hesitation.
Baby-like sleep quality!
"Qingqiu Country, Minghuang Sect."
Glancing at the little one, Zhang Ruoxu smiled indifferently and said: "It's just a small force, not as good as Shicun."
The old patriarch is doubtful, is it true? I do not believe.
Hypocritical power: The quasi-immortal king-level Heavenly Emperor testifies, and has a large group of supreme supreme beings under his command.
The real big force: There is the giant-level Liu Shen Suppression, all members are of the blood of the Immortal King, and can cultivate a supreme Immortal Emperor.
You think it is the rise of humble monks, but in fact the life of Emperor Huangtian starts with the Immortal King Teacher.
Zhang Ruoxu opened the trilogy and looked it up. There was no chronology in this history, and the words "Rise Against Heaven" were written crookedly on each page.
He couldn't sleep anyway, so he read carefully for half the night, and then he saw the words through the cracks. There were two words written all over the book: "Background!"
After reading it, Zhang Ruoxu was trembling with anger, wondering if the universe could be better. It was too cruel to a truly low-level monk like himself!
Isn't it just the background? If I can't beat you, can't I join you? !
So Zhang Ruoxu came to Shicun and became part of the background.
"Actually, I have something to do with God Liu." Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile: "Since God Liu is stationed at the head of the village, please ask the old patriarch to leave me a stone house at the end of the village. I am going to open a school in Stone Village to educate all living beings."
The old patriarch was immediately overjoyed. What was lacking most in the wilderness was power, and knowledge was power.
In the past, no monk was willing to come to a remote place to teach, but now that he met Zhang Ruoxu, it was a miracle from heaven.
"As long as Liu Shen agrees, we have no objection."
The old patriarch patted his chest and promised, and said that Liu Shen wanted to see him.
Zhang Ruoxu naturally has no objection. He also wants to meet the legendary God Liu. Although he is seriously injured now, he was once a giant of the Immortal King, and his vision and understanding of Tao are still there!
Maybe it can cure his disease.
Zhang Ruoxu was called a sick brother by the little boy, but he didn't refute it because his injuries were not only physical, but also spiritual.
This was something he actively requested, or he actively committed suicide.
Because after seven Nirvana rebirths, time does not matter to him, and the power of time can no longer temper him.
Therefore, Zhang Ruoxu took the initiative to seek the crushing of time and space reincarnation, trying to oppress himself and achieve the eighth nirvana.
A time travel made him talk more, revealing...ahem, stimulating Zhang Ruoxu's character.
Time and space, reincarnation, the universe, life...these problems are so mysterious that Zhetian people never think about them and just use a pair of iron fists to solve problems.
But when the extremely reckless Zhe Tianren began to ask questions about Xuan Xuan, the questions became more complicated, going from one extreme to the other.
To be reckless to the extreme is to be reckless, to be reckless to the extreme is to be reckless. Only if you have the dual nature of recklessness and cowardice can you live forever and realize the Great Way.
"By the way, Mr. Ming, what level of monk are you?"
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng asked curiously.
He once walked out of the wilderness with more than a dozen powerful tribesmen in the village. Only Shi Yunfeng survived and brought back some bone inscriptions. Then he lived at the head of Shicun and studied the power of bone inscriptions for more than ten years.
Although the road was cut off and it was impossible to move forward, we had reached the realm of the cave.
As for Zhang Ruoxu's realm, the old patriarch could not decipher it. He did not think it was the legendary ancient god like Liu Shen, but most likely a prince with an array of inscriptions.
Blood moving, cave heaven, spirit transformation, inscriptions, arrays, venerables, and divine fires, these are the limited scope of the eight realms of the lower realm.
Lighting the sacred fire can turn one into a false god, a god in the eyes of the world.
Zhang Ruoxu chuckled: "What kind of realm? No realm. Old patriarch, can't you see that I'm just an ordinary mortal?"
The essence of realm is that there are barriers in the understanding of Tao, and then the division of realms occurs. If the Tao is understood and comprehended, the realm barriers will no longer exist.
Shi Yunfeng had a weird look on his face, I believe you, you are a ghost, a mortal can come here through the wilderness, a mortal can be valued by Liu Shen.
Zhang Ruoxu still smiled and said nothing. He was sick, injured, and confused by the cycle of time and space, which made him a little sentimental.
But if it is destroyed and then established, it will be no less than a brand-new creation of law, and it is even unclear whether the path of continuing Shinto law in this world will be broken.
That's right, the Dharma of this world is incomplete, and the so-called Shinto way is not perfect. It is only a superficial expression of worshiping spirits. Even the most powerful and ancient ancestor sacrifices may not necessarily be Shinto in their final achievement.
Otherwise, what appears in this life will not be an Immortal King, but a God King, on the same level as the Immortal King from a foreign land.
Heavenly immortals have achieved great achievements in the three vehicles, and their achievements are beyond the three vehicles. They are not bound by the law and are not bound by the mud of the Tao. They have great achievements in heaven and earth and have great achievements in the present and ancient times.
Only those who connect the broken paths can be called saints and Taoist ancestors.
Of course, if some blind venerable gods come to provoke them, Zhang Ruoxu's pure physical power can annihilate everything.
It is normal for me, a mortal, to kill several venerable gods. After all, I am born with divine power.
In silence, time passes little by little, and the sun rises, showering the world with thousands of golden lights.
The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng brewed a large jar of animal milk as compensation for the little one not having dinner yesterday.
After having her fill of milk and food, the little one wiped the milk stains from the corner of her mouth, showed a satisfied smile, and narrowed her big black jewel-like eyes into slits.
"Little one, you are too easily satisfied." Zhang Ruoxu shook his head and taught earnestly: "The milk of the beasts is nothing. I tell you that the milk of the Suzaku Clan, the Celestial Clan, and the legendary True Immortal are the best."
The little boy's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he was eager to try.
"Do you have any confidence?"
"have."
"Aren't you drinking milk? You're not energetic. Please speak louder!"
"have!
!
"
"Okay, very energetic!"
Zhang Ruoxu nodded with satisfaction and said calmly: "Those who recite my true name will always receive beast milk in reincarnation!"
The little boy immediately looked at him with admiration, which was bright and sharp.
The altar of Liu Shen was right next to the clan chief's stone house. It was only a few steps away, and the little one followed suit.
The willow tree has been broken for many years. The blackened and thick roots are eye-catching. The most attractive thing is the only willow tree on the trunk that is fluttering in the wind.
The old patriarch came forward to pray, while the little one also pretended to fish in troubled waters and muttered words.
For decades, she had never spoken, but she made an exception because of Zhang Ruoxu's arrival, which made people curious.
"Fellow Taoist, where are you from?"
Liu Shen's ethereal voice sounded in his heart.
"Qingqiu Kingdom, Sun and Moon God Sect!" Zhang Ruoxu smiled slightly and replied with the same heart.
In fact, since traveling through the ancient times, he has always been asking questions with the same voice, but the old patriarch and the little one are too low to notice.
As for the reason, it's very simple. He doesn't understand the words of ancient times.
Although he could understand some words after years of research, he knew nothing about the languages of ancient times, especially the remote dialects of Dahuang.
In a sense, Zhang Ruoxu is a mute.
"Qingqiu Kingdom, Sun Moon God Sect..." Liu Shen pondered these words for a long time, and then sighed softly: "I have lost a lot of memories. Maybe I knew this inheritance in the past."
No, even if you remember everything, you still don't know it, unless you break through the Immortal Emperor and can carry it out for eternity.
Zhang Ruoxu complained silently, and then said seriously: "The sea turns into dust, and the thunder and lightning are exhausted. It may not be destruction, but it may also be rebirth in another sense."
"When a broken mirror is reunited, when it is broken and then it stands up again, it will be stronger."
Liu Shen paused for a moment and praised, "Fellow Taoist is right."
After receiving Liu Shen's approval, Zhang Ruoxu showed a smile and began to act unscrupulously.
"
The simplest and simplest truths are contained in ordinary things. "
"If an old tree is broken, it may die because its vitality has been exhausted early. Just like the leeks, they are yellow and thin when they are first planted, but as they are cut one after another, they will become darker green and gradually become stronger. It is also like that If a silkworm is trapped in a cocoon, it will suffocate and perish. But if it breaks out of the cocoon, it will turn into a butterfly, bright and beautiful. This is a nirvana, transcending the past."
Zhang Ruoxu talked eloquently
Liu Shen was immediately shocked, because Zhang Ruoxu's words simply spoke to his heart, as if he had said these words himself.
"Is this the path of Taoist understanding?" Liu Shen praised: "You are really a great talent."
Zhang Ruoxu laughed, shook his head, and said honestly and modestly: "This is not what I said, it was said by a fellow Taoist named Ancestor Sacrifice Spirit."
"Ancestor Sacrifice Spirit..."
Liu Shen, who had lost a lot of memory, frowned inexplicably. She felt that this name was particularly familiar to him and very important, occupying a large part of the space.
Zhang Ruoxu boasted: "Friend Liu Shen doesn't know something. The ancestor sacrifice spirit is the best in our world. He is invincible in nine heavens and ten places. He can punch without end and kick in six ways. Even a real dragon will get slapped twice when it passes by."
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