Five years ago, Xuanyuan Wanrong gave birth to a son. The people of the world were overjoyed and the courtiers were in a state of excitement. A banquet was held for seven days.
Today happens to be the time of another banquet, and it is also the birthday of Xu Que's son.
In the imperial garden, Xu Que was playing with a little boy.
Although the little boy is only a few years old, judging from his appearance, he already has some traces of Xu Que.
Xuanyuan Wanrong sat at the stone table, looking at the backs of the two of them, a faint smile subconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.
But when Xu Que looked over, she returned to her expressionless and indifferent look.
Seeing this situation, Xu Que couldn't help but sigh.
The two of them have been here for more than ten years. Even though they had an involuntary relationship and had a child under the bad idea of the old doctor, Xuanyuan Wanrong still looks cold and cold.
Attitude.
Holding the child in his arms, Xu Que walked up to Xuanyuan Wanrong and stretched out his right hand towards her: "Come on, Queen, the banquet is about to begin."
Xuanyuan Wanrong looked slightly startled. She looked up and saw that the sun was falling from behind Xu Que, casting a hazy halo around him.
After hesitating for a moment, she gently put her hand on it.
In the blink of an eye, time flies by.
In the blink of an eye, another few decades have passed.
Although Xu Que has made countless changes in this world, in the end it cannot change the fact that Xuanyuan Wanrong and he are both mortals.
In the palace, Xu Que was lying on the hospital bed, looking old and wrinkled.
And beside him was Xuanyuan Wanrong, who had also aged and lost her youth.
In front of them, a group of ministers knelt.
There was also a young man who looked similar to Xu Que and Xuanyuan Wanrong, kneeling in front of the dragon couch, his face full of sadness.
"Damn it, why are people in this world so short-lived... I'm already a master, but I can only live to be over fifty years old..." Xu Que cursed weakly.
Xuanyuan Wanrong still had that indifferent expression and said softly: "Why, do you still want to stay in this world?"
"That's not... mainly because I have just developed the hot pot flavor and haven't tried it yet. So, go to the imperial dining room and ask them to bring me a hot pot." Xu Que instructed a maid next to him.
When the maid heard this, she quickly got up and ran out of the house.
She had just taken two steps when a "clang" sound suddenly came from behind her. The maid's steps froze and she slowly turned around, only to see Xu Que's hand hanging down by the bed.
Xuanyuan Wanrong, who was on the side, had also closed her eyes. She gently placed a hand on Xu Que, and the two of them became silent.
The sadness on the young man's face was palpable, and the officials around him also cried bitterly.
"Father! Queen mother!"
"His Majesty!"
On this day, the Holy King and the Holy Queen were buried in the sky, and all the nine states mourned together.
…
Whoosh!
There was a flash of white light, and the scene in front of them seemed like a broken mirror. It was just a trance, and the two of them returned to the ancient city again.
After standing still for a long time, they slowly opened their eyes.
The moment they opened their eyes, their eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, even with a look of confusion. It was not until they saw everything around them clearly that they gradually regained their clarity.
There is a saying in Buddhism that the mortal world is just a dream. Who will wake up from the big dream first?
Decades passed by in a hurry, but it was just an illusion.
Xu Que was still in a daze at this time. Although he retained his memory, he had really spent decades in the environment.
Looking at the past few decades, it can be said that there have been ups and downs. He started as the king of a weak country, experienced ups and downs, and finally became the sage king of Kyushu.
This period of time seemed long, but in the eyes of immortal cultivators, this short mortal life made Xu Que's heart become a little deeper.
Now that the illusion has been broken, and I woke up from the dream, an indescribable sadness surged from the bottom of my heart.
"Big dreams come true, such a glorious life is just a dream, so what is my life?"
This was the first time that Xu Que had this idea. Although he knew that it was a sequelae caused by just escaping from the illusion, there were still some bags that he couldn't take off.
Just as he was sinking deeper and deeper into such complicated emotions, it was Xuanyuan Wanrong's voice that woke him up.
"You're right, you can leave after you die."
Xuanyuan Wanrong's face remained as usual, as if her life in the past few decades was really a dream, "The inheritance of ancient Buddhism is indeed extraordinary. Now that you have passed the test, go and accept the inheritance."
Xu Que looked at Xuanyuan Wanrong up and down with a strange look on his face, his eyes glancing at that key place from time to time.
By the way...this woman seemed to have given birth to a son in the illusion, right?
Will there be any changes to the body?
What a pity, those old guys actually drugged both of them. It would be great if they only drugged Xuanyuan Wanrong, so that they could still retain some memories.
Just as Xu Que was sighing with regret, Xuanyuan Wanrong's face flashed a blush that was not easily noticed by others, and she said in a cold voice: "It's over now. I'm going to continue to look for something that can lift the Taiyi Heavenly Book. You can do it yourself."
After saying that, his whole body shape changed and disappeared instantly.
"Oh no..."
Seeing Xuanyuan Wanrong disappear, Xu Que sighed with regret.
"I also wanted to ask you if your body has changed after giving birth... This illusion should have no impact on your body."
Somewhere in the desert, Xuanyuan Wanrong's figure gradually emerged.
She looked back at the ancient city that had become extremely small, a blush appeared on her cheeks involuntarily, and she clenched her delicate hands slightly.
"This bastard... dares to look at me like this even though he's already here."
With her cultivation level, her mere decades of fantasy life would naturally not have much interference, but her experience in the Eastern Tang Kingdom still inevitably affected her mind.
Even she herself didn't realize that the reason why she ran so fast was because there was a crack in the ice deep inside her heart.
There was also a change in Xu Que's attitude that was not easily noticeable.
After a while, Xuanyuan Wanrong's expression returned to calm and she continued to move towards the depths of the desert.
On the other side, Xu Que was standing there, looking at everyone's illusion with great interest.
"Hey, that's it, beat this damn dog so hard that it always wants to cheat me!"
"Yes, yes, there is also this wicked old man, deal with him a few more times!"
After watching for a while and confirming that Su Yunlan and others were not seriously injured, and that they would be able to escape from the illusion mirror in a while, they felt relieved and began to think about another problem.
Where the hell is this ancient Buddhist heritage?
I have already passed the fourth level. Judging from this situation, the inheritance test should be almost over.
But with so many people left, is it possible that everyone can equally share the inheritance of ancient Buddhism?
"clang!"
"clang!"
"clang!"
Just when he was puzzled, the bell that had appeared in the previous levels rang again...