Time is like silk, it always flows fastest when we cherish it the most and are most reluctant to leave it.

The torment is unbearable day and night. If life is like sugar and honey, thousands of years and tens of thousands of years will only last a moment.

After the collapse of the Heavenly Palace, everything in the world has opened a new chapter.

Gods from all walks of life have been washed away in these tens of thousands of years, and the remaining gods are all gods who work hard to do things for the human world. In a true sense, the gods have completely received the worship and belief of the people, and no god dares to regard human life anymore. For grass mustard.

The demon clan, which had prospered for a while because of the acquisition of the Golden Crystal Stone Mountain, also became a tribe with very low demonic power in the past tens of thousands of years due to the mutual checks and balances between practicing ice-cold exercises and the heat wave of lava.

In the world of cultivation, the original goal of ascending to heaven and becoming a god in the heavenly palace has changed to the goal of gaining the faith and worship of the people in the world after reaching the extreme realm, with more emphasis on cultivating morality and cultivating the mind.

However, because Tianchi collapsed and the vitality of the human world returned to the human race, the spiritual energy that the cultivators could use was scarce. Spiritual veins and spiritual stones became the things that the cultivators robbed. And because the vitality returned to the human race, the human race became stronger and stronger.

The human race expanded its territory and made good use of monks, and its reproduction was several times more prosperous than tens of thousands of years ago.

And because the human race is full of vitality and the world of cultivation requires less and less pure talent, all kinds of chaotic pheasant sects are flourishing in the world. A random courtyard with a certain sect can be called an immortal sect.

Not only that, during these tens of thousands of years, the masters of the sect have stepped forward to clean up the mess for the world due to several major disasters, and their faith in the world has greatly increased, so Buddhism has flourished.

Qingyuan Sect became the number one sect in the world, but Xuanyun Mountain gradually became weak among the various immortal sects because most of the disciples in the sect had become gods, and the entrance was extremely strict. In the end, it simply became He retreats to the mountains and is locked in the mountains, unable to leave.

And Feng Ruqing has already become the god of plague with temples and believers all over the world. Her popularity is so strong that she has surpassed all the gods along the way.

Her temple is called the Karma Temple. It is said that wherever the plague god appears, he will definitely bring disaster and punish the evildoers.

But there are also rumors that wherever the god of plague appears, the god of Zesheng will also appear. Therefore, there is a saying in the world that life must be accompanied by death, and blessings and misfortunes always depend on each other.

Just because the God of Plague often brings disasters, with blood and corpses everywhere, the image of the God of Plague has become more and more unsightly over the past tens of thousands of years. Nowadays, no one remembers the goddess of plum blossoms anymore. A portrait of the god of plague is affixed to the house to frighten evil spirits, and he holds the fire of karma to burn the villain.

It is the most lively time of the year again. Feng Ruqing is wearing a fox fur and walking along the long street hung with lanterns of various colors.

She walked in the snow without leaving a trace. She was like a phantom in the street where light and shadow intersected. It seemed that she would disappear immediately in the blink of an eye. Only the gentle breeze and soft snow between the sky and the earth, and the big yellow dog at the intersection that smelled the fried chicken legs in her arms, knew that she was there. is real.

She stood in front of the door of a high-rise courtyard, looking up at a painting on the door with eyes as pure as white snow.

The portrait showed a big man with thick eyebrows and protruding eyes, a mouth full of blood and teeth like sharp knives. He was holding a ball of hot fire in his hand. There was also a small man burning in the fire. There was also a demon with the head of a human and the body of an animal stepping on his feet. , majestic and ugly, guarding this vermilion door.

Feng Ruqing opened her lips slightly and sighed quietly for a while.

She didn't know how her portrait had been vilified to such an extent over the past tens of thousands of years. Even her gender had been distorted. This portrait of the plague god was nothing more than the portrait in her temple. The most exciting thing was the statue in her temple.

, a large golden body several people tall was made into such a ghostly shape. Whenever her spiritual consciousness came to the temple to listen to the misery of the world, she would be frightened by this statue of herself and have nightmares.

Feng Ruqing stared at the god of plague in the portrait from a distance away. Finally, she was defeated by the eyeballs that were about to fall off the portrait, turned around and walked away, out of sight!

Her figure disappeared into the flickering night, and the next moment, she appeared at the door of the virtual reality of the world.

In recent years, the God Clan has gradually only left those who sincerely serve the human world, and there are still some whose merits and virtues have reached a perfect level in the human world, and everyone is so busy that they are afraid that if they slack off and there are no believers in the human world, their divine power will decline.

Reduced to mortals. Even because of the prosperity of the human race, wars between some countries have occurred frequently. Some minor gods have to incarnate into the appearance of ordinary people, serving as national advisors to the emperor and military advisors in the military camps, etc., reducing

Human casualties are also a means of cultivation.

As the number of gods increased, the heavenly realm could no longer return. They could not be scattered everywhere and were repeatedly seen by humans with miracles, so they simply opened up this virtual reality on earth in an uninhabited and dangerous place as a place for the gods to stay.

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This place is big enough. Most of the palaces of the God Clan are made by themselves. Some of them directly use the Sumeru World to build their palaces. Some of them don't want the trouble and simply use local materials. They just build a shelter with trees and weeds. It looks so shabby, but it's okay.

Don't have any wild fun.

Everyone lives next to each other, and there are conflicts from time to time, but they usually don't quarrel when Feng Ruqing is around, because although the God Celestial Emperor is still Gong You, Feng Ruqing is really upset and will directly strike people with thunder from the sky.

A person who is struck by thunder will not die, but it will consume the power of faith, that is, divine power. Therefore, among all the gods in this virtual reality realm, no one dares to mess with her like before.

After Feng Ruqing entered the virtual reality realm, she heard a cry of a baby. She looked sideways and saw a god holding the demigod child she had with the human race, wandering around. The child was still young. Mother

I am a general who has been on the battlefield all year round. After taking the time to give birth to a child, he went to war again within two months.

The little one was left to follow his father all day long. He was neither thirsty nor hungry. Maybe he was born to like babbling and singing.

The God King Feng Ruqing is still unfamiliar when he sees it in the sky. After all, the gods are changing too fast nowadays. Maybe one day the temple will collapse and there will be no believers and they will become mortals.

Feng Ruqing glanced at the child who was screaming, and the god suddenly nodded to Feng Ruqing in embarrassment. His expression looked very cautious, probably because he was afraid that Feng Ruqing would hit someone if he didn't like it. She has done so over the years.

The God Clan does not have a thousand, but it has eight hundred. He is also a famous plague god among the God Clan.

It's just that Feng Ruqing doesn't hate the little cub, and it's okay to cry and fuss. She actually likes this kind of human atmosphere. In her eyes, this virtual reality of the Gods is the village where the Gods live.

What she hates is that a group of gentlemen have nothing to do but fight all day long. It seems that they can’t tell the difference between your followers and mine.

But who stipulates that human beings can only believe in one true god? Besides, don’t you want others to swing around?

She nodded towards the divine king who was holding the child, and estimated that he would not be able to be a divine king for long. His divine power was weak, and if he took care of the child and ignored the believers, he would soon become a mortal.

Feng Ruqing is not surprised by this kind of thing. After all, this is what the world is like now, and the world and reincarnation are always magical to Feng Ruqing. She has seldom taken action recently, and the gods she raises are doing nothing.

Eating incense in vain, because the world has begun to repair itself and reincarnate.

The split that day was just like an accidental scratch on the body. The bleeding area was blocked, the wound scabbed, and the body naturally recovered.

She doesn't need too much intervention, and the retribution in this world and the next life will start to be clearly liquidated. What she needs to take action is the catastrophe in the world.

Feng Ruqing sometimes thinks that maybe one day in the future, the world will no longer need any gods, and everything can be solved in their own way, just like many things that were called miracles in the past, such as wandering around in the world.

On the streets of the world, the wooden man who replaces the watchman only borrows a spiritual stone in the wooden man's body that only needs to be replaced once a year.

Like this, the ever-bright lanterns raised by wealthy families and the spiritual bows used in battle are all reflections of the prosperity of the human race.

Although the fact that we are all created equal has not yet been achieved, the human race who ascended the throne as emperor clearly caused frequent tragedies. However, Feng Ruqing believes that once the slavery system that is frequently rebelled against today ends, the human race will open a new chapter.

Chapter.

Their efforts and dreams have given them the best feedback as time has witnessed.

But Feng Ruqing is not in a hurry. Even if one day she loses her followers and becomes a mortal among all living beings, she still prefers this kind of endless human world, where there is no difference between being a human being or a god.

And now, with the fried chicken legs in her arms, she is still brooding over the outrageously ugly portrait of her.

Returning to her temple, it was said to be a temple, which was a Xumi mustard seed refined by Shi Zizhen, but compared to the gods living in wooden houses and thatched huts, this was an extremely comfortable place for her.

Entering the temple, Feng Ruqing pouted and was about to express her troubles, but unexpectedly, the figure she saw every day when she came back was not there today.

Feng Ruqing searched around, but still found no one. Could it be that something big happened and he was busy?

After putting the purchased chicken legs on a plate, Feng Ruqing wanted to cook something and wait for someone to come back, but after searching around, she couldn't find any rice.

Shi Zizhen is busy with these things all day long, and the things he makes are getting more and more delicious. Feng Ruqing often thinks that if one day they lose their followers and become mortals, she and Shi Zizhen can open a small restaurant and live happily together.

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Just thinking about it makes people drool. Shi Zizhen promised to cook sweet and sour pork ribs for her tonight. It was a newly developed dish in the world. Feng Ruqing tried it once and fell for it.

But if Shi Zi is really busy, she is not in a hurry. Although the gods now have enough food, no one can live without food. They can't live just by drinking dew. If they are very hungry, they will die. You can eat offerings, but most of them are ugly and unpalatable.

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Feng Ruqing couldn't find rice, so she strolled out of the temple and went to the next door.

Next door is the residence of Mu Liang, the god of rain, and Jing Feng, the god of vegetation. Feng Ruqing often goes there to have a meal. Now that Shi Zi didn't come back, she went over to take a look and get something to eat first.

This residence was also made by Shi Zizhen, and it looks like her temple. Feng Ruqing walked in with ease, and Mu Liang just happened to prepare food. Jing Feng transformed into a miracle doctor in the human world a few days ago and saved others by damaging himself. Now he has

Several temples were built and they were preparing to celebrate.

"You're here, I just wanted to call you." Mu Liang's voice was soft, "Jing Feng went to get some wine. Let's have some wine today. Where is Shenjun Zesheng?"

Feng Ruqing shook her head, "He is not at home today, and I don't know where he has gone."

Mu Liang's expression was subtle for a moment when he heard this, "You weren't kicked out again, were you?"

Feng Ruqing's expression froze and she waved her hand, "How is that possible? I told you it was an accident last time!"

What about the last time, the last time?

After all, Mu Liang saved face for Feng Ruqing. After all, the reason why he was kicked out last time was really unbearable to talk about.

Mu Liangyou remembered that it was late at night. First, there was a loud noise comparable to thunder from the next door, and then his little junior sister was driven out in miserable weather. He asked worriedly for a long time, and after learning the reason for Shi Zizhen's rage, he also

There is nothing I can do and I even want to move.

At that time, Feng Ruqing squatted pitifully at the door, like a poor man who had been rejected by his wife.

Mu Liang asked her why, and Feng Ruqing said aggrievedly, "How did I know? We were very affectionate, and he suddenly asked me who I learned that move from. Tell me, tens of thousands of years have passed, how can I remember?

Who was it? He got mad."

Mu Liang never thought that vinegar made tens of thousands of years ago could be dug out and eaten.

But after he kindly took Feng Ruqing in for a night, Shi Zizhen didn't even look at him for three months.

So this time Mu Liang asked first before deciding whether to keep Feng Ruqing for dinner.

"We really didn't quarrel! I also bought two chicken legs and waited for him to come back to cook for me, but I couldn't find rice." Feng Ruqing hadn't drank for a long time, and when she saw that she was very greedy, she said, "Sister, please do it.

Well."

Just as Mu Liang was hesitating, Jing Feng came back with wine in his hand. His long curly hair reached under his buttocks and looked as fluffy as a big lion walking upright. Feng Ruqing stared at the wine jar in his hand and sniffed.

Ask, "Peach Blossom Wine?!"

Jing Feng nodded, walked to the table and put down the wine, and the three of them started eating and drinking.

Unknowingly, a long time passed and Feng Ruqing was extremely drunk. Suddenly, she saw Mu Liang and Jing Feng lost their voices at the same time.
To be continued...