A majestic golden chariot sped out of the half-collapsed palace.
Four black horses pulled the shaft, riding on the golden flames, covering an unknown distance with each step, and within ten steps they reached the realm of the Yang World.
It was the darkest moment before dawn in the Yang world. The chariot was parked in the open space in front of the temple. Ming Jun looked at the east, pawing his hooves uneasily and anxiously, leaving scorch marks of dark flames on the ground.
The black carriage curtain opened, and a god came down. It was wrapped in a ball of golden light, patted Ming Jun comfortingly, and closed it casually, and the entire carriage turned into golden light and was put into his sleeves.
Although it is not tall or strong, it has a heavy and majestic look in this valley.
It pushed open the temple door and entered without looking at Ye Qing, who was sleeping on the ground. It just walked to the wall and first read the sacrificial inscriptions that contained red energy, and then read this line of poetry.
At this time, this line of poetry has a faint green air, and it is worthy of being a masterpiece that will go down in history.
This god ignored the scorching green energy on the wall inscription and chanted in his mouth: "I will never see the ancients before me, and I will never see the coming ones after me. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness."
The voice is like iron, like ice, it doesn’t distinguish between male and female, but it is vicissitudes of life and thick.
Fierce winds and clouds swept from the valley, and there were faint clashes of gold and swords, the neighing of war horses, and for a time there were many ghosts and whimpering voices. These were all fallen war spirits.
The god stretched out his hand, and this poem was written by him. Suddenly, a trace of green energy from the poetry on the wall was sucked into the body of the god. The body of the god was in a trance, and golden light shot out, shining on the fighting spirit.
As soon as they were illuminated by this golden light, dozens of black shadows rolled on the spot, turned into human forms, regained their intelligence, knelt down on the spot, and called: "General!"
Although this literary style is pure and has the charm of poems about scenes, when there is no official position and reputation, it reaches its limit. The green energy on the wall flickers, and it seems unsustainable!
This god sighed, waved his hand, and dropped it into his sleeve soberly. There were hundreds of them before and after him, and most of them were still confused and confused.
Almost immediately, they dispersed instinctively.
After a while, the first ray of sunlight shone down, shining quietly on the body, blending with the wrapped golden light, turning into a set of simple golden armor, with a majestic bronze mask attached under the hood, under the sun
Flashing with an icy luster.
Yin spirits are afraid of sunlight and cannot appear during the day. Even ordinary Yin spirits are subject to this restriction, but this spirit does not appear in this case.
It regretfully glanced at the wall text, confirming that the green energy was temporarily exhausted and could not recover quickly unless it was passed down to the next generation. Then it slowly walked to Ye Qing and stared at this body.
In the eyes of the young man in front of him, there is only a trace of dim white aura, which shows that his luck is weak. However, among the dim luck, there is a trace of light green aura, which shows his talent.
But without the nourishment of red and yellow qi, it is as dim as a candle flame in the wind!
"This son is talented and pure, but his life is thinner than paper. He is not worthy of his reputation. But after eight hundred years, I don't want anyone to still be grateful. I must repay you for the glorious chapter passed down by Mr. Meng."
After saying that, he made a spell with his fingers and leaned a little between Ye Qing's eyebrows.
In an instant, a golden light flashed.
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A gust of wind blew through the temple, and Ye Qing woke up, but everything in front of him was different.
It was originally late autumn, but now the climate felt mild, and there were more differences between the left and right. Ye Qing looked carefully and took a closer look. The surrounding scene was dim, but it was different from the night, like the dark sky at dusk and sunset.
After taking a few steps, you can see a palace. This palace is covered by clouds. There are guards and maids on the left and right. They are all beautiful and handsome, and there are unknown flowers blooming everywhere.
Looking from a distance, there are layers of pavilions inside. At this moment, a man wearing a military commander's uniform and a long sword on his waist stepped forward and just said: "General, please come to the palace!"
Then, he was led in. When Ye Qing saw the majestic palace, the surrounding light and splendor, he had a clear understanding in his heart - this was the so-called dreaming of gods.
After touching his body, he felt that the Sichuan Lin Notes were hidden in the sea of physical consciousness, dormant like mesons, and if they were there or not, Ye Qing felt relieved and stepped forward quietly.
The tent slid open leisurely, revealing a golden-armored god-man sitting upright in the main hall. Just sitting upright, Ye Qing felt a murderous aura pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows, cold and sharp.
Ye Qing subconsciously raised his head, but did not take a step back. He was stunned and just stared at the golden-armored god in front of him.
"How brave!" After only a moment, the golden-armored god remained motionless and his voice was cold, but his murderous intent immediately disappeared: "There are very few scholars who can resist my murderous intent on the battlefield. You are very talented!"
After a pause, he was a little confused and thought: "This man has pure literary talent, extraordinary intelligence, and can interpret Taoism. I originally thought that he was weak in nature and not in line with Taoism, but now it seems that he is not bad. Even if his physical qualifications are a little worse, he is not bad at all."
It can be made up for, but why is luck so thin?"
"If you are pregnant with sin, but you don't have it, it seems like it has been cut by something?"
Just as he was thinking about it, Ye Qing was already bowing with his hands in front of him: "May I ask the name of the venerable god and why he invited me here?"
"I was rude..." The golden-armored god came to his senses and did not feel dissatisfied. He apologized and said, "This temple is deserted. Mr. Meng wrote an article that filled the walls with brilliance. I came here to express my gratitude."
After hearing this, Ye Qing considered his words and thanked him: "Thank you for the kindness of the general. It is inconvenient to stay overnight, and writing poems is even more disturbing. I am an uninvited guest. How dare I accept the host's thanks?"
"Your poems have different meanings to me, but they cannot be left on the wall for long, so I would like to ask you to write them down on paper with a stroke of your pen!" The golden-armored god took a look and asked.
"This is easy!" Ye Qing heard this and did not refuse. He saw a maid offering an inkstone pen.
Ye Qing calmed down and wrote quietly. After a while, he finished writing and dedicated it to the golden-armored god.
After the golden-armored god read it, he admired it very much, but had no doubts in his heart. These two articles were indeed written by this man. He immediately said: "You are really a wise man, and you have brought great honor to my small temple. I can't thank you enough for it."
, there are only three treasures in my temple, you can choose one of them."
Ye Qing heard the words and said firmly: "No!"
The tone of the golden-armored god turned impatient: "Don't refuse, just choose if I let you choose."
Hearing these words, Ye Qing was shocked. He remembered that he was a general in life and was accustomed to the general's style. He suddenly realized that since he could not disobey it, he could only nod with a wry smile: "Then it is better to be respectful than to obey orders."
I murmured in my heart that this was inconsistent with the rumors. It seemed that the scholar in the previous life was frightened by this, but after getting the treasure, he used Spring and Autumn style to beautify the matter. It was really going to kill people!
"It's good that you can understand!" Seeing Ye Qing's agreement, the golden-armored god smiled with satisfaction, his eyes showing a trace of calmness through the gap in his bronze mask: "You have to repay me, otherwise I will feel uneasy."
Three golden lights appeared, gradually revealing the form.
A cup, a book, a pill.
The three pieces of golden light shimmered in the air above the palace, and there was a trace of indescribable power and charm contained in them. At first glance, they were not ordinary items.
Ye Qing was startled and couldn't help but ask: "Are there any explanations or suggestions?"
Under the bronze mask, there was a hint of teasing in his eyes: "You choose yourself, it all depends on luck!"
Ye Qing opened his mouth, unable to refute. Fortunately, there were examples in his previous life that he had analyzed.
"It must be a magic weapon, magic weapon, or elixir of return!"
"What I expected is true. I will have Dao Jue in the future, but I will not lack it. Besides, if I don't have fame now, what's the use of having Dao Jue? It will only bring trouble."
"Huan Dan can improve the Tao, but at this time I am still white, how can I increase the Tao?"
"This cup can hold luck, but the effect is limited, but it is just right for me at this time!" Thinking of this, Ye Qing pointed to the golden cup and said, "Choose this cup."
"Well?" The golden-armored god looked at it for a moment, then smiled noncommittally: "Then continue."
The other artifacts dissipated, and the golden cup materialized, turning into golden light and falling into Ye Qing's arms.
This made Ye Qing feel a little dazed, that's it?
The golden curtain slid in front of him and closed again, and a subtle approval came from behind: "I will give you a cup of luck. If we are destined to meet you in the future, we will have a chance to meet you!"
"Clang——"
There was a sound of landing and rolling on the ground.
Ye Qing struggled to get up, opened his eyes, and saw that the sky was bright and the bonfire was extinguished.
Looking down, I saw a cup at my feet. I could faintly feel the golden liquid flowing, which was a gift of luck. Unfortunately, I couldn't see it clearly without using Taoism.
"This god is also cheerful... Speaking of it, the yin and yang luck of yangwen and the yang luck of yin and yin instruments can be regarded as a collusion of yin and yang."
But here we don’t care about these things. How come we never miss this on earth?
Putting aside his historical reverie, Ye Qing picked up the cup and found that it was actually a copper cup. It was cold to the touch, but a trace of power seeped into it immediately, making him feel intoxicated.
"It seems true. This cup of luck is not a lot, but I don't have to ask for luck from the clan, but it fundamentally solves my problem!"
"In times of hunger and cold, a loaf of water is worth more than ten thousand taels of gold!"
"Hey, this golden cup of luck is just a small spiritual weapon. It can be compared to the fate of a small official at most. The luck it contains is probably not much. Maybe it is only the sum of the support of the clan once or twice, and it is nothing.
But for me at the moment, I don’t even have this destiny and luck, so I really have to accept this favor!”
Ye Qing treasured the copper cup and put it away, and bowed to the statue: "The kindness of the cup of water will definitely be repaid by the spring. One day, I will return home in fine clothes. I will come to visit the god again and rebuild my golden body for you!"
There was silence in the temple, and there was no response. Ye Qing didn't think it was strange, and Shi Shiran turned around and left the mountain temple.
Under the early morning sunshine, after walking for several miles, Ye Qing took out the Sichuan Forest Notebook and saw a bronze inscription in the blank: "In the eleventh year of Pingjing in the Great Chronicle, Pingshou County, Nancang County, Beimang Mountain
At the southern foot of the mountain, Ye Qing went to the battlefield of the ancient Wei Dynasty to worship the gods. He wrote poems and poems on the wall. He dreamed of the gods at night and received a golden cup from the gods, which contained a portion of golden luck!"
There are also complete sacrificial texts and poems below, with just a few words to verify Ruos. Looking at these, Ye Qing exhaled and smiled.
Sure enough, this Chuanlin Note has the ability to record, but now it is bound by the rules of the world and cannot be released.
As long as you gain fame or improve your Taoism, the recorded secrets will continue to emerge. This is the real destiny, but it must be slowly figured out before it can be released and manifested into this brilliant golden inscription.