Cao Zhe saw that one of the fairies looked very much like the female anchor who had played a friendly match with him before. Although the female anchor was divorced and had a child, she maintained a good figure and still looked girly.
I wanted to go up and say hello and make some small talk.
But he found that his steps were not in control, and he walked past these fairies lightly, without even looking away the whole time.
Then the scene changed, and he had arrived at a palace with carved beams and painted buildings, which was extremely spectacular. There were eight thousand immortal armored guards on the left and right sides of the palace. When they saw Cao Zhe approaching on a cloud, they all fell to their knees with a fanatical light in their eyes.
Cao Zhe himself didn't know why he was so powerful.
Just feeling the aura, each of the immortal armor guards has a strength that far exceeds his own. The immortal soldiers in their hands and the immortal armor on their bodies all have an extremely terrifying and ancient charm. Cao Zhe just looked at the patterns on them, and he was stunned. It's hard not to feel a little trance-like.
But at this moment, these powerful Xianjia guards all knelt down to him devoutly, not daring to be disrespectful in the slightest.
Then he walked into the palace and sat on the high Xuanwu throne. From time to time, some famous immortals would visit.
Some of the rumored great immortals sent him rare treasures from outside the realm, and they even meant to flatter him.
Only when the Three Pure Ones and Six Imperial Guards came, he would take the initiative to greet them. For those heavenly generals who were guarding one side, he would just say hello and exchange a few pleasantries.
When the Immortal Family with a lower status came to visit, he would just nod gently and not say much.
The Great Heavenly Lord often sends female immortals to his immortal palace. Many female immortals who have just ascended from the lower world will deliberately select outstanding ones and send them to his palace to take care of his daily life and clean the palace for him.
But he only focused on practicing martial arts and cultivating immortal magic, and didn't care about these complicated and trivial matters at all.
They often fought with those generals in the northern starry sky. Every battle would cause the starry sky to tremble. When the mortal monsters saw the divine light of the northern gods shining down, they were too frightened to go out, let alone Dare to act recklessly.
So and so, but I don’t know how long it has been.
Cao Zhe had even forgotten who he was, completely substituting himself into the identity of the heavenly emperor.
Live a simple, unpretentious life day after day.
Until suddenly one day, he thought of those old friends.
Then he issued an order to search all the heavens and star realms, summoned Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Guo Jing, Huang Xiang, Hong Yu, Xiao Longnu and others to the heaven, and gave them immortal books.
But these old friends with whom he could still joke and joke now act like they're very familiar with each other.
Even Xiao Longnu suppressed her normal accent and was taciturn, which fit her appearance.
It seems that they can no longer eat hot pot and shabu-shabu together.
Suddenly one day, the Great Heavenly Lord ordered him to lead an army to fight against a group of foreign gods in the sky.
A huge hole opened in the depths of chaos.
There are gods from outside the realm, pouring in continuously.
This battle was very tragic. Immortals and gods were perishing at every moment. The Bodhisattvas and Buddhas behind the battlefield who were responsible for blessing the Buddha's mantras and treating the injured were all weeping blood. Their golden bodies were splashed with divine light. In the middle, fine cracks appeared all over the impact.
Four killing sword lights soared into the sky, impacting the battlefield with great force, and then were broken by the golden spear mixed with a crazy aura, and the central thorn was broken.
The broken ancient bell rang in the void, and then completely shattered into debris.
The rotating pointer disappears on the battlefield. At every moment, there will be chaotic disasters. Powerful immortals and gods fall irresistibly in the disasters, leaving only false shadows scattered to all directions. shortage.
In the chaos, a beam of light rushed towards Cao Zhe. Before he could resist, it had already jumped through time and space, passed through all his resistance, and pierced through his chest.
The huge and burly body, dressed in burning black armor, collapsed on the battlefield.
The moment he fell, thousands of stars burned and dimmed at the same time.
Cao Zhe yelled: "Who dares to kill me?"
Then he woke up with a start.
Looking again at this time, it turned out that he was sitting under the mulberry tree at the door of the Zen room.
The yellow rice in the kitchen is still exuding an attractive fragrance.
The old monk sat on the futon and slowly turned his rosary beads.
Hongyu, Feng Sheng and the field mouse demon were all still sleeping soundly, with smiles still hanging on their lips and silly snores from time to time.
Cao Zhe straightened his clothes, then walked up to the old monk and said respectfully: "Master! What did that dream mean just now?"
The old monk handed him the letter written by Senior Brother Cao Zhe.
When Cao Zhe opened the letter, he saw it said: "A dream is not a dream, whether it is fake or not, you need to remember it every time you think about it. Don't forget the way you came, and don't forget the scene you left."
"I am me, and he is him. Let thousands of people recite it, and there will be no hope of an unprecedented future. The bright moon shone and the breeze blew over the hills."
When Cao Zhe saw the last two sentences, his fingers twitched slightly.
These two sentences actually coincide with the main purpose of Jiuyang Divine Art.
That was the 'first pot of gold' he got when he started.
But when I read it again now, I have a completely different feeling.
What I studied back then was about Qigong and Qi training, but now I study about attitude toward life.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
"Thank you, Master!" Cao Zhe felt refreshed at this moment, and many distracting thoughts and burdens had been eliminated at this moment.
Although there are more doubts and puzzles in my heart, I will no longer delay my current practice and progress.
The old monk said nothing, as if the few Buddhist words that Cao Zhe heard before were not spoken by the old monk.
Cao Zhe did not pursue the identity of the old monk, but regarded him as a senior fellow in Laoshan.
There must be something else going on, but it's far from time to unravel it.
I waited for another stick of incense.
The one who woke up first turned out to be Feng Sheng.
Sweat broke out on his face, and the hat and loose robe on his head were lifted by him.
When he jumped up, he no longer had the frivolity he had before.
With his fox ears and turtle shell exposed, he has become quite 'comfortable'.
I am accepting this calmly. In a different world, I am not perfect or ideal.
What woke up next was the field mouse demon. She rolled on the ground and turned into a nun in gray monk robes. She had an ugly face and a short figure. She no longer had any attractive posture, but her eyebrows were quiet. Many, the soul is released.
After waiting for a while, Hongyu stretched, rubbed her eyes and slowly stood up.
Seeing everyone surrounding her, she scratched the back of her head and smiled naively: "Oh! I slept so comfortably. It felt like I was back in the attic of my house, taking a nap with my 'Hulu'. By the way, Hulu is a She is short and chubby, and she likes to laugh."
The old monk stopped spinning the rosary beads in his hand and looked at Hongyu.
Then, he untied the rosary and hung it on his wrist that looked like a red jade lotus root.
After clasping his hands and saluting everyone, he walked into the kitchen, picked up the pot of yellow rice, walked into the Zen room, and closed the door.
