The ancient attic is lit with lights, and phantom figures come and go.
This is recreating the marks of a long time ago.
Crowds of people gathered in the old alley. In a city that has undergone great changes, this old alley has not changed and is still dilapidated.
"The storybook last time said that the Supervisor Tiansi accompanied the red dragon, subdued the female demon in blue, and summoned clouds and rain from all directions, causing the gods to frown!" The old man's hoarse voice sounded like old wine, and the whole alley was filled with "wine"
fragrant".
The cadence of the voice tells another story.
"It was a moonless night, but fireworks lit up in the night sky! They fell to the ground and suddenly dispersed, flying in the air with the sound of rain. They hit the jade bucket and turned over the clear snow, and bravely stepped on the thunder! Stars fell like rain,
When everyone saw this, they immediately exclaimed, saying it was a god coming to the world? No!"
"It's really a demon! It came to our land and turned the entire night into blood!"
"How can the great witch Zhu who carries the Nine Nethers on his back tolerate the land being trampled wantonly by evil demons?"
"So the red dragon ascended to the sky, stayed away from the human world, and launched an unprecedented battle with the evil demon in a place where no one could see it. This battle was really such that the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, the mountain tops rolled down, and the earth was cracked and bottomless.
abyss……"
"Grandpa, how do you know about things that no one has seen?" a child in the crowd asked.
The old man immediately looked around, saw the young boy who had opened his mouth, and flicked his fan.
"People have memories, and so does this land..." The storyteller smiled and patted the handrail.
"The great universe is tilted, and everything is withered!"
The old man's tone changed, from passionate to dull, rumbling and thunderous, making people breathless.
"The red dragon is back!"
The darkness was boundless and there were voices from all directions.
The scarlet eyes squirmed.
"The red dragon sealed me here. He had the chance to kill me completely, but he didn't. Instead, he used the imperial palace to arrange an altar as a seal. This sealing ritual can still be effective even in the age of inanimation. That's it.
It lasted for an unknown number of years."
"You want to say that I am the red dragon?" Li Xi'an noticed what the other party meant.
"It's very similar, so similar." Zhulan Zaihun replied.
"But it's not."
"It is not impossible for two similar existences to appear in the long years. My feeling is not wrong. You are very similar, but after all, you are not one."
Li Xi'an thought.
He thought of the two lotus petals. The first one existed in itself, and the second one came from the dream of returning to Kyushu from Yaochi. It is not accurate to say that it was a dream. The eighty years he spent walking in Kyushu really existed. Maybe Zhu
The red dragon that Lan Caixun met was him, and in later generations he will also step into the era that Zhu Lan Caixun mentioned.
Supervising Tiansi, Tiannu Ba, the person who carries Jiuyou on his back, opens up the reincarnation.
There is much more going on in the Hidden Age than meets the eye.
"I was surprised when I arrived, because Kyushu had already fallen, and such a tyrannical creature should not have been born. That era was a deformed prosperity, built on the tomb of something."
"grave?"
"I don't know what happened to Kyushu after the small world was opened, but the land I came to was definitely still the old Kyushu. Something blocked the fallen Kyushu, and renewed the life of this world again. When I tore open the boundary wall
, that era is already lingering on, and will eventually inevitably head towards the old path of decline.”
"As for the current recovery... Haha, this world has been dead for a long time. How can it be revived?"
"So, some people did some extraordinary things in that era, reviving the world and reviving reincarnation." Zhulan Caihun sighed.
"How to do it, I often think about it when I wake up in the endless darkness, but in the end I don't get the answer."
The scarlet abyss slowly closed, and the entire darkness became dead again.
Suddenly, the eye opened, and the abyss opened at the same height as Li Xi'an's Taihang Eighth Route.
"Leave."
"The restricted flexibility of that bronze tripod has reached its limit."
"If you set foot in Shinichi, you can come again."
"What are you doing here?"
"kill me."
"My current strength has not fallen below that of the True One. No matter how weak I am, there is nothing you can do about it. Only when you step into the True One realm will you be qualified to truly face us. Fortunately, most of my Taoism has been lost to the years and seals, otherwise even if I lose the eight images
Only the image of my original self remains, and even Fang Tie Zhenyi's ancestor cannot handle it."
"Hengxiao Jinni and Yuchai Shunde were frustrated because of this world. Red Jiao, do not breed arrogance. Zu, especially them, are not something you can compete with at the moment."
The bamboo basket collects souls solemnly.
The abyss fluctuated, and an empty flower basket appeared from the center of the pupil. After appearing, it turned into a stream of light and flew in front of Li Xi'an.
"Take it away. This thing is already a mortal thing. It is not stained with filth. You can take it out."
"Bamboo basket? Have you reached this level?" Jin Xiao looked over with his spiritual consciousness, but there was dead silence and no response.
This bamboo basket is a mere utensil and has no soul.
The soul-gathering basket, for the soul-gathering bamboo basket, is like the gold Xiao to the horizontal flute Jin Ni, the natal weapon. The bamboo basket has no spirit and is a dead object. You can imagine how bad the situation of this ancestor was.
Laughter sounded in the darkness. "If the bamboo basket is still there, can you still talk here? Chijiao, take this bamboo basket outside. If you want to keep it, you can keep it. If you don't want to keep it, find a good place on the hillside.
After he was buried, he set up a monument and engraved his name as 'Drinking and Having Fun'. After all, the soul collector with the bamboo basket died a long time ago, so it is reasonable to erect a monument."
Li Xi'an stared at the old and exquisite flower basket in front of him.
The aroma of wine and flowers can still be faintly smelled.
"I have put this object away, and the monument will not be erected. After all, the bamboo basket soul collecting is not dead yet." If it was him who met Chilong when the bamboo basket soul collecting came to Kyushu in the past, then the bamboo basket soul collecting will definitely be saved, and it may even be involved.
to the nature of filth.
He never does anything unnecessary.
"Don't die, junior."
"Take care." Li Xi'an bowed slightly and said goodbye.
This is not filth, it is the real ancestor, the real fire of Kyushu. Even if it is extinguished, it will still give afterglow to future generations.
In the void, a ferocious arm stretched out to hold up the Heavenly Cauldron.
The dark green seal script fell down, covering the human figure standing in the palm of the arm. The people of the imperial capital ran around and activated the key. A huge suction force burst out, trying to lift Li Xi'an into the air.
It is gradually becoming illusory.
Scarlet eyes watched Li Xi'an leave, and after the mercury-like light disappeared, he closed his eyes.
The next moment the abyss closed, countless voices suddenly sounded in the darkness.
They whisper like a swarm of snakes.
Something like a tongue stuck out from the darkness and licked the blood on the altar, which was left by Li Xi'an's fight with the giant.
One bite, two bites, the darkness roared, stimulated, thousands of long tongues licked the ground, almost lifting the entire altar, crushing it, and swallowing it.
"Elixir! This is elixir!" A hoarse, high-pitched voice sounded in the darkness.
"This is obviously the Supreme Blood! Let me try it again!" Another voice interrupted.
"What a great medicine..."
Some shadows climbed onto the giant's corpse, because the giant fought with the red dragon, and the blood on the body was the thickest and most abundant. The shadows sucked greedily, and even swallowed the giant's skeleton together.
"Boom——!" The boundless darkness and the abyss opened up again.
The huge scarlet eyeball overlooked the shadow of the altar, the divine chains were intertwined, and the invisible laws condensed at this moment.
The ancient scriptures resounded in all directions, sweeping across the altar, sweeping away the long hanging tongues and shadows, and wiping out the blood on the altar. Except for the spiderweb-like cracks, the place returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
…………
Zhao Xingzhou is sleeping.
White mist enveloped the palace complex, but it was still possible to distinguish between day and night.
Although practitioners can meditate and receive spiritual energy instead of sleeping, people of this generation always feel that something is missing if they don’t sleep.
This wasn't even the first day he slept in this ghostly place. The first night was so fresh that he couldn't sleep, but the second night he became familiar with it. Zhao Xingzhou thought he could sleep like a dead pig, even if he was hit by several lightning strikes.
Will never wake up.
There was a muffled thunder and a howling wind.
The strong wind mercilessly lifted off Zhao Xingzhou's quilt and blew it away.
Li Shishuang was meditating next to her, watching quietly as Zhao Xingzhou's bed flew away, and then she sat up straight with excitement.
A huge shadow enveloped them.
"That one is back." Li Shishuang breathed a sigh of relief.
The red dragon shape snakes, leaps out from the stone altar, and soars into the air. The mercury-like luster flows, outlining the sharp edges of the thick iron scales.
He breathed, thunder rolling in his throat, and his huge body cut through the air, creating a strong wind.
In the fog, those golden candle eyes were still dazzling.
Zhao Xingzhou rubbed his sleepy eyes to confirm that he had read it correctly. Although the ferocious body of the red dragon is always described as "dragon-shaped", it is actually snake-shaped and has no legs. It is just because it is too strong and huge, and the iron scales are fastened together.
It is called a dragon when there is no trace of the round scales of a snake at all.
At this time, the red dragon soared into the sky, and an arm stretched out from the void, holding the bronze cauldron.
It is completely different from the dragon in popular perception.
I have never heard of a dragon having arms that are not on its body, but in the void.
When the behemoth lowered its head and its copper-bone face stared at them through the thick fog, they suddenly realized that these descriptions did not matter at all. The image of the mountain god of Taihang Mountains never seemed to be the serious dragon described in mythology.
Compared with the auspicious dragon in the traditional sense, it is closer to an evil ghost or god in a pure sense.
The big bronze cauldron held up by the ferocious arms manifested itself as the Deer King.
The Deer King kicked and released the living creatures from the restrained imperial city. The living creatures roared at the red dragons meandering in the fog while retreating to the palace complex. They had been living in a hazy state for the past two days, and were killed by the elephant-like Deer King.
The feeling of forcible restraint is better than nothing. Of course, the living beings will not think about why the bronze cauldron can restrain and drive them so easily. They will only be deeply afraid of the bronze cauldron.
At the same time, this unreasonable and rough dragon has been blacklisted in my heart.
But if you want to ask what to do when Jiaolong comes to the imperial capital again, what else can you do? There is no contradiction between continuing to be obedient and being blacklisted.
The palace began to move and bury the altar again.
Looking at the gradually dispersing white mist, the golden candle swayed, and the red maple spread out under the night moon, revealing a slender human figure.
Landed.
Li Xi'an lowered his head and looked at the sheets and quilts on the floor, as well as Zhao Xingzhou, who was wearing pajamas and a nightcap with a sleepy look in his eyes. It would be fine if this guy really had this expression. The key is that the man's face was solemn, like a general about to go to the battlefield.
.
"Excuse me, I didn't expect you to be sleeping."
Zhao Xingzhou patted his butt and stood up. He didn't feel anything serious, except that when he looked back, the quilt disappeared along with the changes in the imperial palace complex.
It's okay, Zhao Xingzhou is very generous to warm up the emperor's gentlemen in the palace.
He quickly called to Li Xi'an who was about to leave.
There was some doubt in the golden eyes of the young man's side face.
"What happened to you recently? I don't know if you have time." Zhao Xingzhou asked.
Li Xi'an thought for a while and shook his head.
There has indeed been nothing going on recently. Taihang must have been stable in the past few years. All he needs to do now is to return to the mountains to continue practicing, comprehend the Dharma recorded by Jin Xiao, and then go to the small world to fulfill his long-cherished wish.
This matter can be expected to take a very long time, maybe a few years, maybe more than ten years. When the time of something is extended, then the near future can be called leisure.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
If you ask him to help deal with disasters, it is easy, and he will definitely not refuse. But Li Shishuang next to him seemed very embarrassed when he heard Zhao Xingzhou's words, but Zhao Xingzhou himself had no special reaction.
"I would like to invite you to my wedding." Zhao Xingzhou replied calmly.
"Wedding..." Li Xi'an smiled.
It was not that he was surprised by Zhao Xingzhou's wedding invitation, but that he had not heard this word for a long, long time.
Turn around and look at the two people.
It was clear that Li Xi'an looked younger than these two people, but the look in his eyes seemed to come from an older person's consideration of the younger ones.
"when?"
"a week later."
"Okay." Li Xi'an nodded, "I will show up on time in a week."
After saying that, he looked at Li Shishuang. "Do you need my help to inform Qing Yan? She sometimes mentions you to me. Although she complains mostly, after all, the first impression is not a good one. But you should be rare for this girl.
friends."
Li Shishuang was startled, then smiled and said, "Please be sure to let me know."
The white mist subsided, and the moonlight in the night sky finally shone on this land. By the time the risers looking for Zhao Xingzhou and Li Shishuang arrived, the human figures in loose black clothes had already walked away and disappeared into the night.
…………
"When the ceremony is completed, the drums are played, and the ballet is passed on to the dancers; the young girls are encouraged to show their beauty; the spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums will last forever and will last forever."
Old alleys, old people, old tables and old fans. Many old things, but those eyes are not old, clear and bright.
So I know the character.
When the young man in mysterious clothes arrived, Xiangmu slapped the table and the crowd dispersed.
When the last person in the audience left, the young man seemed to be planning to leave too.
Unexpectedly, Xiangmu took action again.
"Old things from the past are happening again today. Is this listener interested in staying and listening to me?"
"Hey, the guest is in trouble now. The gold I gave you last time is still in my pocket. How can I ask for money from the guest again?" The old man opened his fan and smiled, "Just listen!"
"There is a Qingyi in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, who carries Jiuyou on his back and oversees the Tiansi."
"He has purple eyes from the underworld, his Taoism reaches the sky, and he can command the red dragon."
"All the ghosts in the world were howling, and the people were suffering... Then the person who was responsible for supervising the heavens came out of the Ancestral Temple and walked around the world. A divine dance defeated all the ghosts, and a picture scroll contained hundreds of complaints. There was no filth to disturb the ears.
It makes Qian Jue want to return home. Her green clothes are unstained, her face is clear and profound, she walks in the world of mortals, and her heart is in the sky!"
"If there is a Heavenly Supervisor whose commanding power reaches the sky, how can this turbid sun and cloudy sky be riddled with all ghosts?" The old man's voice was trembling and low, but it was swept by a mighty force.