"What kind of person is the Green Leaf Ancestor?"

Walking on the sparsely crowded street, the twilight of dusk shines through from all directions, the golden slanting sun on the horizon illuminates the sky red, and the faint shadows of the mountains are far away outside the city.

Walking beside her was actually a Fudao mountain man.

The nine-knotted bamboo is held in his hand, and the old cloth rope is tied to it, which has been completely used as a crutch for Hanako, and when a person walks on the road, the bamboo cane is lit on the ground.

The robe was torn, and there was a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

I don't know when the hair of the Fudao mountain people has the "style" of the past overgrown and messy, Hearing this question, he only took a bite of the chicken leg he was holding in his left hand, and tore off a piece of oily crispy skin, so he narrowed his eyes comfortably, and hummed: "What ...... old witch?"

He elongated his voice, as if thinking.

Seeing the sorrow, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at him.

The Fudao mountain man's eyes rolled around, and he said: "It's delicious, domineering, unreasonable, and an old evil man." ”

“……”

That's not what she wanted to hear.

Although he has soared to the upper ruins, and even in the first ten years, he has broken through the reputation of "immortal sorrow" with his horrific killing, but he found that as long as he is in front of the people of Fudao Mountain, no matter how serious the problem is, he can be distorted.

"Master, what I'm asking is—"

"I know, I know, I cultivate, I am a man, I am a man. The mountain man waved his hand, and he didn't wait for her to finish her words, "But what the mountain man said was the truth. This old witch was a hard stubble when she was in the Netherworld, and before a few people from Kunwu could speak, she took the Yuan Shi Realm under her rule, even if those few came early, they were still beaten up and obeyed. Mountain people, I guess, most of them are also because of the river map. You have seen this thing, and you should know best which realm she has attained. Anyway, this old witch didn't cause any murder except when she was eating, drinking, and had a bad temper. ”

People who can be called "hard stubble" by the people of Fudao Mountain......

Seeing sorrow, his eyelids jumped.

But then he fell into deep thought, and did not continue to ask questions, but walked all the way out of the city with the Fudao mountain people.

Strictly speaking, this is the territory of Freedom Heaven.

As far as the eye can see, most of the people walking in the entire city are minor monks below the Earth Immortal Realm, and even mortals who have not cultivated.

The Shangxu Immortal Realm is not all immortals.

The combination of immortals and immortals, the children born are not just one step to the sky, more just a better cultivation talent, of course, there are some cultivation talents that are not good. This part of the population still has to survive, so the freedom of the least disputes has become the best choice.

I also came here by chance.

When I first arrived in the Shangxu Immortal Realm, because of the Ten Death Orders, I was going to kill people almost every two or three months, and I couldn't persuade him to send him to death.

Kill the back, and those people will be honest.

When you know that you have no chance of winning, no one will be stupid enough to die.

Therefore, it is considered to be idle when you see sorrow.

At that time, it was ten years after she came to Shangxu, and after a period of travel, she was finally able to use the teleportation array to quickly arrive at Da Luotian. But she didn't go in, but when she was passing by the Empty Star Domain, she found the bitter wisdom star gathered by ordinary people, and when her divine sense swept over, she accidentally found her own master who had eaten grilled chicken in a restaurant on the street for three days......

There is no need to repeat the rest of the story.

Over the years, she occasionally went out for a walk to learn a little about the outside situation, but most of the time she stayed here, accompanying the people of Fudao Mountain to eat roast chicken, grilled chicken, stewed chicken, roast chicken, and salted crispy chicken......

Well, at least it sounds like a treat.

Thinking about it, his footsteps have stepped onto the mountain road outside the city.

In front of him, there was a monk who had cultivated to the end of the year and walked in the direction of the old city with a book on his back, dressed as a scholar, wearing a scholar's robe, but carrying a snow-white bell in his hand.

When a man takes three steps, the bell shakes.

At the same time, he sang in his mouth: "Sell dreams, sell dreams! Everything you want, you can have in your dreams. Dream sellers, dream sellers, dream old man's new 3,000 big dreams......"

I couldn't help but stop looking at him.

The monk dressed as a scholar couldn't see the depth of the two people in front of him, but he didn't expect that there was no real danger on this bitter wisdom star, so he arched his hand at them and asked with a smile: "Do you want to buy the big dream made by Mengtian Mama?"

"Thank you, no need. ”

Seeing sorrow, he smiled faintly and shook his head.

Perhaps because the Pangu Wasteland is getting closer and closer, the old man who entered the Wasteland and came out alive has reappeared in various rumors, and there are strange people everywhere who sell dreams under his banner, and the world in the dream is fantastic and magnificent, of course, it has also attracted a large number of monks.

It's just that eating dreams is addictive.

The world in the dream is comfortable enough to make people happy, who wants to leave the dream like this? All regrets can be made up in the dream, all the unresolved knots can be relieved in the dream, and all the loss and pain that cannot be released can be healed in the dream......

Even monks can't resist its magic.

In the past few years, when she went out to listen to the news, she would always see all kinds of dream sellers, but she didn't expect that even places like Ku Huixing would come to Yijia now.

This situation is somewhat unusual.

Behind these dreams of these people, is there really a dream grandma who has entered the wasteland and still came out alive?

Some people say that Tianmu is a beautiful woman;

Some people say that Tian Mu was once a fox spirit in the evil sky;

Some people also say that Tianmu is an old woman who has attained Taoism very early......

But no one has ever seen the real Tianmu.

One is that this person appeared too early, and many recorded ancient books have been lost, the second is that the saints who knew something about her have died in the wasteland, and third, according to the only records at that point, all the people who have been in contact with her have different descriptions of her, and even contradict each other......

In this way, Mengtianmu has become more and more mysterious.

Like everyone in the outside world, I am also curious, at the moment when the wasteland reappears, will the real Mengtian Grandma enter the wasteland with everyone again?

"Have you ever heard of this Mengtian Grandma?"

Don't pass by the monk who sells dreams, and he asked while following the footsteps of the Fudao mountain man.

The two of them had crossed half the hill along the mountain road, and they could see a vegetable garden with vegetables and fruits at the foot of the mountain behind, and there were several thatched huts at the end of the vegetable garden.

There was an old monk in gray in the field.

He had picked up water from the valley pool, walked through the vegetable garden and half-furled leeks, before he put down the old wooden bucket and watered the dendrobium planted at the very edge of the garden.

When the Fudao mountain man walked here, the whole person was completely relaxed, as if he could paralyze down if he just found a piece of land, and yawned, "I haven't heard of it." But ah, those dreams that are sold everywhere, I have tried the mountain people. The technique of making dreams may be superficial, not like those made by saints, but the realism and subtlety of dreams are definitely worthy of everyone's handwriting. Even if it's not this Rausch dream, he must be a person with a plan. You should be careful when you go to the wasteland. ”

"What about Master?"

Next to the vegetable garden, I stopped walking.

The old monk still scooped water from the bucket and watered the flowers and vegetables, and did not look in their direction.

I only feel wonderful when I see sorrow.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, and had heard about this old monk's plain Zen machine, she was afraid that she wouldn't dare to believe that the true Buddha of Freedom was actually a mountain village man in the fireworks.

The Fudao mountain man untied the wine jug hanging from his waist, took a big sip freely, and smiled so much that he didn't care: "When I was in the Yuan Shi Realm, I was intrigued with people, and I was tired like a dog, which was boring." He is a foolish and clever person, but he is only a pawn in the chess game of others, which is pitiful! I thought through it when I ascended, and everything was empty. Although I came out of Yashan, after this experience, I have some fate with Buddhism. Now in this mundane land, I am safe when the wind and rain do not come, and I am also majestic when the wind and rain come, and I am happy. If you see that you are worried, if you go to the wasteland, if you see the old immortals in Yashan, I will tell them, saying that I am very good. ”

From the moment he saw through it and the sun soared, he had a vague premonition when he saw sorrow. Later, when I came to Shangxu, I heard that the people of Fudao Mountain had been in Yashan for a few years, so they went there.

She thought that he had a true friendship with Hengxu back then.

It's just that after going around and around, it turned out to be a cocoon on the sea of Kunwuyun, which is embarrassing in the end.

Regarding the Great Hall of the Heavens, the Zhou Tian Star Array, which was not opened but calculated the Kunwu Hundred Years Tribulation, has always been a fog.

But in the face of sorrow, the mystery should soon be revealed.

After listening to the words of the Fudao mountain people, she was silent for a long time, under the light of the twilight, under the blowing of the mountain wind, she felt as if she had returned to the time when she lived in the mountain village, looking at the mountain fog, the bamboo wind, and the morning and dusk cooking smoke......

On the sky dome overhead, the majestic shadow of the Pangu Wasteland had become clear.

It's like a mirage that people have seen.

It's just that it's more colossal and more frightening, and you can vaguely see the mountains and rivers, the strange trees and the trees, roughly showing some human shapes, but they are lying down, as if floating in the starry sky of a huge land.

"I have never been afraid of the gate of the cliff mountain. When the eagle comes out of the nest and hardens its wings in the wind and rain, it should fly into the sky. ”

The people of Fudao seemed to be able to perceive her complexity.

At this time, I remembered that I also passed by the mountains and fields, brushed away the new grave after the rain, and rescued her.

In the end, he only laughed: "You go." ”

Seeing the sorrow, there were suddenly thousands of emotions stirring up in his arms, although he has been with the people of Fudao Mountain for more than 30 years in this place, but when he really wants to leave, he is still a little difficult to give up.

After all, he is a mortal after all.

She bowed and said, "Farewell." ”

The fog in the mountains and fields suddenly thickened, and the last ray of light disappeared in the scattering of the fog, and the Fudao mountain man turned to look, and the old monk who was watering in the vegetable garden also looked up.

At the foot of the mountain, the figure of sorrow had disappeared like a wave of water.

And in the three days of Da Luo, Non-Evil, and Freedom, all the monks who were ranked in this realm also disappeared in place, like a stream of bright stars, thrown into the vast and vicissitudes of the wasteland!