Surrounded by endless starry sky, it seems so far away that the distance cannot be shortened even in a lifetime, but it also seems so close that if you want to go to any star, you can reach it in just a moment.
Ao Lie stood in the starry sky. He was surprised and wanted to use himself as a reference to determine the up, down, left, and right. However, he was surprised to find that there was no "self" to speak of here. It seemed that there was only a pair of eyes left here, except for watching.
Nothing can be done outside.
Although this situation was quite strange, Ao Lie did not feel frightened or surprised, as if he had seen this situation before or was very familiar with it, and his heart was calm.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he cast his "eyes" on a corner of the starry sky, on a "ring" composed of a series of "constellations". Each of those constellations formed a seemingly meaningful shape, but most of them were not ignited, and only slowly formed in a ring shape.
Slow rotation.
When the question of "what is it surrounding" arose in his mind, Ao Lie found that "he" was already in the center of the star ring, and the "lit" stars were flashing as if greeting him.
The next moment, Ao Lie heard "himself" ask: "Where is she?"
The accent is strange, the language is unfamiliar, and the words are even weirder, but he understands it without any hindrance. He still has time to think in his heart. "I" seems to be looking for a certain woman?
"I've said it a hundred times, it's me you're looking for, why are you as stubborn as a cow?" A female voice sounded quite familiar to Ao Lie.
The starry sky disappeared, and the surrounding starry sky was replaced by a magnificent palace. Ao Lie looked at it. Although its size was far larger than any other palace in the Dragon Palace, its nobility and luxury were far inferior.
The person who spoke to him was the only young woman sitting on the throne in the palace. She had an exquisite appearance, black hair, black eyes, and pointed ears. She was wearing a strange robe, holding a long staff with a huge orb inlaid in it, and her face was full of beauty.
The color of impatience.
"What I'm looking for is Lord [Akatosh], not you, Lord [Zera Pesh]." Ao Lie heard "himself" say this.
"I am her!" The black-haired woman who should be named Zella Pesh said slightly angrily: "Until I entered Fake Sognard, every move I made was made by Master [Akatosh].
The personality generated through this is basically no different from hers, what are you dissatisfied with?"
"She..." Ao Lie heard "himself" smile bitterly and said: "She will never show her affection for me like you do."
"What the hell! Who has a crush on you, this stupid dragon!" Zella Pesh gritted his teeth and grabbed the long staff and pointed it at Ao Lie: "Try saying it again? Believe it or not, I will blow you away?"
"...I don't believe it." "Incredible."
Two other quite familiar voices came from behind. When "Ao Lie" turned around to look, he recognized that they seemed to be Bai Jingjing in a white dress and Ao Yu in a pink dress. But of course, they were definitely not called these people at this time.
Two names.
"Emile Sophie?" Ao Lie heard "his" surprised voice: "Why are you here?"
"... Shura Field." "Noisy." The two girls, who rarely spoke, cooperated with each other tacitly, and could always answer questions in the shortest sentences. It was clear that they were not talking about the same thing, but when they were combined, they unexpectedly clicked together.
"Ha, aren't there two people here who have never shown affection for you?" Zera Pesh on the throne raised her finger and said, "Why don't you pester them?"
"Zera..." "Ao Lie" sighed and said to her, "You must have no sisters, right?"
"It's so noisy!" Zela Pesh became so angry that she waved her staff and threw a huge ball of light: "You can be sisters with them forever!"
——??——
But it is said that this southern tribe is greedy for music and harm, tortures and kills many, speaks cruelly, and has a sea of right and wrong. Originally, the tribes were constantly fighting among themselves. One tribe unified them and established a country. Their name was Xia.
Cruelly, it was destroyed by Cheng Tang, who founded the Shang Dynasty. It was passed down for seventeen generations to King Zhou, and was destroyed by Ji Fa, King Wu of the Zhou Dynasty. King Wu died two years after he destroyed the Shang Dynasty. Because he had no children, his daughter Ji Yue ascended the throne.
, he was named King Cheng of Zhou, and Duke Zhou assisted him, formulated rituals and music, quelled the chaos in the three prisons, and finally returned power to King Cheng.
Ji Chan was born in Haojing, the distant grandson of Zhou Gongdan, the third son of Ji Feng, the president of the Beijing army. He was very smart since he was a child, and often made surprising remarks. His father looked for enlightenment teachers for him, whether it was Confucianism or Taoism.
Ink, military, law, yin and yang, vertical and horizontal, and even farmers and miscellaneous families were all defeated by his sharp teeth and sharp mouth.
Feng had no choice but to turn to his friend Jue Yuan, the abbot of Guoqing Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. Jue Yuan would not argue with the children when teaching. Whenever he spoke nonsense, he would knock on his door with a wooden fish pestle. Ji Chan was unable to resist, so she had to study honestly.
Ji Feng was so happy that he donated a large amount of sesame oil to Guoqing Temple, renovated the temple, and rebuilt his golden body. When Ji Chan came of age and wanted to arrange a position and marry a wife for him, Ji Chan got ordained on his own and named himself "Jin"
"Cicada" said that he was affected by the chaos in the three prisons and wanted to go to the West to obtain the true longitude and transform the world.
Ji Feng was furious and ordered his soldiers to seize the unworthy son. He then rushed to question Jue Yuan, who said, "How will the poor monk be treated? The poor monk is also very desperate."
In the end, Ji Feng did not dare to use force and said: "If that's the case, then I will lock him up until he forgets this ridiculous thing."
"Amitabha," Jue Yuan said, "the poor monk needs to explain something. Chan'er has learned many martial arts techniques from the poor monk. The men of the donor Ji may not be able to trap him."
Ji Feng turned around in shock and anger, only to see that all his men were knocked to the ground. The deputy general reluctantly said in pain, "Young Master, go to the palace."
Because Ji Chan didn't seem to be following an ordinary path, when Ji Maotong came to see you, Queen Ji Yue was in a daze on the throne. Seeing Ji Feng come in, she said happily: "Chan'er came here just now and called me 'sister'
~,Am I so young?"
Ji Feng almost wanted to vomit blood and said angrily: "Your Majesty is the cousin who does not distinguish between children and children!"
The Queen said angrily: "A Feng also affectionately called me Sister when he was young, but now he calls me "Your Majesty."
Ji Mao looked up to the sky and sighed, while all the maids and female officials in the palace snickered.
Seeing the look of despair on his face, Ji Yue said seriously: "Cicada wants to go to the West to get scriptures, but I don't allow it. Even calling my sister is useless. I just issued an edict forbidding him to leave Dazhou.
And he quickly sent an order that no one would be allowed to pass through the passes along the way. If A Feng walked faster, he might still be able to catch up."
Although Ji Feng felt hopeless, he returned to camp as soon as possible after retiring, gathered his troops and horses, and galloped out of the capital to chase Ji Chan.
He originally thought that no matter how fast the kid walked, there was no way he could be faster than the horses, but unexpectedly, after Ji Chan pretended to open the city gate, he "borrowed" a fast horse and went directly west, passing five passes along the way and beating six generals.
, changed seven horses, and when Ji Feng arrived, they had already left Yumen Pass.
General Ji looked at Ji Chan's retreating figure at the top of the city, and sighed: "Although my ambitions are all over the place, if you want to do something else, as long as you stay in the surrounding area, your father can always take care of you, so you can go there."
The journey to the west is more than ten thousand miles, but what does your mother think..."
As a general of the Zhou Dynasty, if Ji Feng left seclusion at will, the Queen would not be suspicious and other subordinates would say too much. He finally sighed and led his troops back the way they came.
Against the background of the desert at dusk when the sun was about to set, the sound of roaring tigers and roaring bears could be heard faintly.
——Year 2——
"Click, click."
Ao Lie was awakened by the sound of gnawing, and then realized that he was still at the "opening banquet" of Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain. Because the golden cicada used his magical power, he asked the Buddha to pick two ginseng fruits out of thin air, and each immortal offered them treasures.
The link has been skipped, and now Ao Yu is holding a piece of ginseng fruit and nibbling it.
Ao Yu usually ate everything she got, but now she very wisely divided the whole ginseng fruit into four portions for everyone to eat, but she got the smallest portion.
Although this ginseng fruit is said to be "like a child", with "complete limbs" and "prepared facial features", its workmanship is extremely rough. Even the dolls sold by ordinary carpenters are much more lifelike. With Ao Lie's eyes, he
It can be seen that the fruit is covered with a layer of rich spiritual energy. As expected, it is probably this layer of spiritual energy that makes people with little cultivation regard it as a living child. However, the four of them who participated in this banquet could not believe it.
You will not be confused by this layer of aura.
Then Ao Yu broke off the limbs of the "ginseng puppet" without hesitation, handed the wooden legs to Bai Jingjing, and gave the wooden body to Jin Chanzi. The wood was given to Ao Lie, but she gnawed the wooden hand herself.
When ordinary people see it, they will probably be so frightened that three souls will leave their bodies and seven souls will ascend to heaven.
However, what seemed to have happened just now? Ao Lie looked at the wood that he had chewed a hole in, thoughtfully. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he was more motivated to escort Jin Chanzi?
The third prince of Xihai turned his head to look at Jin Chanzi, and happened to see him turning his head to look back. There were also teeth marks on the wooden body in his hand.
"Oh, Donor Ao, does he know why this ginseng fruit is also called 'Cao Huan Dan'?" the monk asked.
"I don't know, please enlighten me." Ao Lie responded.
"If a mortal owes others too many favors and has no way of repaying them, does Ao Donor know what kind of promises they usually make?" Jin Chanzi answered with a question.
"Promise me with my body?" Ao Lie didn't know what the wrong idea was, so he answered like this.
"..." Ao Yu and Bai Jingjing, who were nibbling ginseng fruits, stared at each other eagerly.
"Although I really want to agree with Almsgiver Ao's point of view, this is not the intention of the poor monk," Jin Chanzi said: "He will say that 'we will make [grass] and [huan] in the next life' to repay him."
"Oh..." Ao Lie responded awkwardly.
"Therefore, when eating this 'Grass Return Pill', it is possible to recall the past life or predict the next life," Jin Chanzi said: "What did Ao Donor see just now?"
"It's not very clear, and it's not very logical." Ao Lie said, "But I don't have any regrets."
"It's good if you don't have any regrets," Jin Chanzi patted the tiger skin apron on his body and said, "The poor monk had a very happy chat with a certain friend in the illusion. Although he has a wife and mother, and also likes to eat meat, but if not
He was too cruel and easy to kill, so the poor monk was ready to save him and enter Buddhism."
Your Buddhist standards are a bit too low, Ao Lie thought as he looked at the steel fork poking out the tiger skin apron and the several holes in the dense seams.
