"The rootless tree, the flowers are secluded, who is willing to rest if they are greedy for glory. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info floating things, bitter sea boats, swinging and drifting are not free. It is difficult to mooring without a shore, and often swims in a dangerous place. Ken to look back, it's the shore, don't wait for the storm to break the boat... The old madman laughed and walked away, the song was faint but like in his ears, but the man was nowhere to be seen in the blink of an eye. When the man came to his senses, the house was already empty, and the man almost jumped up and hurried after him, but there was no trace of the old madman.

"This old madman is a fairy?" I can't help but say that the thousand-year-old feudal superstition under Qingcheng Mountain is not shallow, and the first thing the man thinks of is not a scientific explanation, but whether he has met a fairy in the game world.

"It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable. The old madman has become an immortal, and the old madman has become an immortal. The man ran down the hill shouting and screaming, and was immediately surrounded by a group of alarmed neighbors at the door of his house.

"You're not going crazy too, are you?" The stupid woman saw her man's "crazy" appearance, and she didn't listen to what her man said, so she quickly ran over and touched the man's forehead worriedly and said, "I haven't heard that madness can be contagious!" ”

"Old madman, how did a crazy old man become an immortal, he didn't eat or wear in this winter, and he became a ghost." There are thousands of people in the world, and not everyone is as compassionate as men. The old madman came and went every day, and there were those who were willing to give away some scraps of cold food, and there were those who liked to throw stones at him.

People's hearts are good and evil, and the world is warm and cold. An old madman has tasted it all.

"Isn't it that your old Zhou also wants to become an immortal?" Someone in the crowd quipped.

The people around laughed and obviously didn't believe it, the man was angry and anxious, so he could only patiently say everything on the mountain carefully in front of his house, especially after he had a conversation with the old madman, the old madman sang a song, and disappeared in an instant, causing the surrounding villagers to be silent for a while.

Is the old madman crazy or not? If you are not crazy, wouldn't it be that people from all over the country have been deceived by a fake crazy old man for more than ten years.

If it's crazy. That's not something a crazy old man can sing!

The villagers were confused, but the news spread quickly, but most of them took this as an after-dinner joke and rarely took it seriously. But it is an indisputable fact that the old man who goes around asking people "what is one" every day never appears again.

Lichen walked on the road back to Xuanguang Temple, but he felt more and more that something was wrong!

Suddenly like a dream, is it a dream, not a dream?

Lichen felt that his mind was gradually becoming confused, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

Both experience and memory reminded him again and again that this was a dream, a dream woven by desire.

But all this is too real, every bit of this world, the six senses are telling him - this is true, this is not a dream.

Mortals in the world may not be able to understand their dreams in their dreams, and they must wake up to know whether they are dreaming or not. But how can a person who is a cultivator, not remember where he is, and how can he be so easily fascinated by his dreams?

The more he walked on the road, the more strange he felt, so he simply sat on a rock on the side of the road and thought hard.

"Didi!" A car sped past Dust. After a glance, he saw a pair of dog men and women in the car who were "bold and not afraid of death".

Lichen's brows furrowed instantly, even if he had been crazy and wandered outside for more than ten years, how could he forget that there were so many people in Xuanguangguan with his memory?

The person sitting in the car was not a former Xuanguangguan disciple. It's just that now the Taoist is dressed up and wears a suit and leather shoes, which ordinary people can't recognize.

"Taiyi is immeasurably looking for sound to save the suffering! I'm not afraid of anything going wrong on such a dangerous mountain road! Lichen sighed, he couldn't get used to it, but he couldn't take care of it. This is the case all over the world, and this is not the only case.

What do you do now?

Why?

Who's listening?

Lichen shook his head, and before he could finish talking, there was an exclamation and a loud noise in the distance, and Lichen looked back and just saw the car falling into the mountains.

"Ugh!" Lichen was speechless for a moment, just now I saw that guy's face, it didn't look like a bloody disaster, and a catastrophe was coming?

Lichen didn't think much about it, rushed over, took a closer look, and could only praise in a low voice, "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" After that, he shook his head and sighed and left.

Lichen is not a doctor now, let alone an immortal. But the technique of divination for decades has not been lost, just a quick glance, and I know that it is hopeless. Those who can live and those who can't live are not the same as those who can't. Even if you save people from the dust, it's the same, and where can you find someone to save in this barren mountain and forest?

Count them as their own iniquity! There are few vehicles on the mountain roads, and old drivers can't drive indiscriminately!

Lichen left, even if it was a disciple of Xuanguangguan who died, Lichen did not have the slightest sense of pity. If it was in the past, no matter what, the dust would stretch out his hand, I don't know why, but now the dust just can't raise a trace of sympathy.

Some only have an inexplicable and inexplicable intention to flee.

Right! It's what it means to escape. Although he didn't know where this thought came from, he instinctively began to dominate Chen's thoughts.

This is the reason why the dust is really not far away!

It's just that I can't think about it anymore.

Because the brain is getting more and more chaotic, it seems that something is constantly eating away at his own sea of knowledge.

Lichen walked along the mountain road towards the Xuanguang Temple, there are few pedestrians and vehicles on the mountain road in winter, and even the birds and insects on the mountains on both sides of the road are rare and extinct, Lichen clearly remembers that this is a road leading to the Xuanguang Temple in the mountains, but for some reason he came to a rather prosperous town.

Most of the small towns in the mountains are barren and generally cannot be developed unless they have special minerals or other industries. After all, compared to the plains, the mountains are generally inaccessible. I don't remember when, there was such a bustling town near the Xuanguang Temple of Qingcheng Mountain.

The town is full of hotels, hostels, restaurants, and more... Under the neon lights, the lights are red and green, and the drunken gold is a charming place.

The streets of the town under the moonlight are lit up in a brilliant light. Lichen is now an old man dressed in tattered clothes called Hanako, and everyone who sees him walks around with his nose hidden, and of course no one will pay attention to him.

Lichen squatted lonely in a corner, watching the traffic on the street, and the warbler laughed. I'm still wondering if I'm in a dream.

If it's a dream, why is it so real?

Lichen didn't think there was anything wrong with being a beggar, it was the same as good wealth in ten directions, and the beggars shouted "Immeasurable Tianzun!" Needless to say, the tinkling steel jump flew in front of it on its own.

Lichen was unashamed and took the coins flying from the ground into his arms with peace of mind, and regarded them as the income of his hard work to collect money.

Worldly prosperity is not necessarily without benefits. At least on the streets in this winter, there are a lot of pedestrians, and there are a lot of rich ladies who dislike their change, and after a while, the only still alive clothes pocket can no longer be put down, so they can only be collected and piled into a thick pair, thinking about where to get plastic bags to put up.

I don't know if it's an illusion or a dream, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but if I want his disciples who don't know the past life or the next life, Zhun Bao is ashamed and crying and goes to the sea of stars.

Can you see through it, can you put it down?

Being at peace with what happens and ignoring the eyes of others is also a realm.

It's a pity that to see if the mountain is a mountain, to see if the water is water, the taste can only be understood but not spoken.

At least now the dust is very happy to look at the gradually rising coins in front of him, and even forget the degeneration of the red lights and drunken gold fans.

Lichen is old, his clothes are tattered, his beard is sloppy, and even if he is pretending, he is much more dedicated than other beggars. Therefore, the harvest of dust is good, but it undoubtedly offends the interests of others.

For example, the eyes of several "peers" who were staring at him fiercely.

It's just that I don't know if it's in a dream or in reality, and now I'm no longer the Taoist real person who has immortal means and can know the past and the future. The mind is muddy, even if the ability is stronger than mortals, it is limited. Naturally, I don't know how taboo he has committed.

After a long time, it became boring, and I watched a little numbly as the small pair of coins in front of me slowly increased, until a banknote suddenly joined the ranks of coins.

Lichen raised his head suddenly, but what he saw was a smiling face that he had already known, and his heart shook suddenly: "Cloud. . . ”

"Let's go, just give the money!" A young woman dragged the little girl forward as if she had escaped the plague, as if she were afraid of being contaminated with dust.

"Madame, please stay!" Lichen hurriedly spoke.

It's okay that the dust doesn't open her mouth, and when she opens her mouth, the young woman walks faster. Lichen's face changed and he shouted loudly: "Be careful... “

Before he finished speaking, he heard a roar like electricity, followed by a sudden tire braking.

"Boom!" This is the second car accident that Lichen has seen today. Lichen's face was a little ugly, he glanced at the luxury car that crashed into the trees next to the street, looked at the long bloodstain under the tire, and listened to the panicked shouts of the crowd in his ears, Lichen wanted to go over, but suddenly there was a great fear in his heart, urging him to flee quickly.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..." The little girl was obviously frightened by the sudden tragedy, and watched the car fly past her, sweeping away her mother, but she was unscathed. When he woke up, he found his mother lying in a pool of blood, and hurriedly ran over and cried.

"Yunhua?" Standing outside the crowd again and again, I felt that my brain was getting more and more confused, and my previous memories were mixed with the reality in front of me, and my head was dazed when I thought about it.

I've never experienced this before, when did I have such a situation?

On the streets of the city, the police came very quickly. The barrier was pulled up to disperse the crowd of onlookers. The photo of the photo, the investigation of the investigation. It wasn't until the police walked in front of the vehicle that the driver and passengers of the car slowly opened the door and walked out.

There is always a reason why a good car is expensive, and from the fact that the man and woman who walked down were just a little bit of skin, they knew that they were actually awake all the time, but they saw the crowd on the street. So I didn't dare to get out of the car until the police came.

Looking at a snow-white fox that the female passenger calmly held, he knew. This man and woman are not small...

Lichen unconsciously narrowed his eyes, and finally felt the chill of the winter night.

"Yun Lingzi, Yun Fox?" The woman's appearance was so familiar that she couldn't be more familiar, and the little guy in her arms who kept wagging her tail also made Chen in a trance.

"How is that possible?" For the first time, Lichen wondered if his memory was originally just a dream, and only the reality in front of him was real?

The nameless mountain was surging with evil qi, and the outer array flags were like a thin paper shell as if they would be pierced at any time, and Yun Hua, who was originally calm and relaxed, and Yun Lingzi Du Ran changed color, and looked at the sky in unison.

A blood-red star suddenly appeared in the eastern sky, chasing after it, as if it was about to fall.

On the Qintianjian stargazing platform in Beijing, an official who was observing the stars on a daily basis was almost stunned, looking at the red star that suddenly appeared in the sky, he couldn't believe his eyes, pointed at the red star and trembled and was almost speechless, and then one fell on the stone platform unsteadily.

If there is something different in the sky, there will be great things. After a while, the entire Qin Heavenly Prison was alarmed. Qin Tian Jian Zheng couldn't care about the palace night ban, and locked the palace door at night in despair.

For such a major event, Si Tianjian is responsible for the early warning of celestial phenomena, how dare he not report it?

The art of stargazing in China has been forbidden since ancient times, and it is strictly forbidden to spread among the people, and there are very few people who can understand the art of stargazing in the Ming Dynasty. Because the astrological signs are different from the number of fates. Lives are more about the individual than the big deal. But the astrological signs are more involved in the changes in the community, and they can't help it.

But less is not the same as nothing, even the common people who don't understand, looking at the crumbling star in the sky will not be indifferent!

Most of the people have fallen asleep, and occasionally a few night owls have not slept, and they are just muttering for a while, but they don't know what is going on. If there are any rumors, we will have to wait for tomorrow. It is not always a good thing for the officials to know a little more, or at least to know that the red star is about to fall, and some of them who are important in their positions have vaguely understood certain things, but they tacitly refuse to say a word and remain silent.

Who dares to talk nonsense?

In the world, there is a person who has the ability to comment. There are those who shake their heads and sigh, those who are secretly happy and inspired, those who are at a loss, and those who are eager to try.

In the deep palace, Zhu Zaikai rarely squeezed tonight and did not deal with government affairs, nor did he go to the harem to sleep, but sat in the main hall sometimes motionless, sometimes walking around, and the tea was added one after another, looking extremely irritable.

Until the small yellow door outside the door exclaimed, Zhu Zaikai hurriedly led someone out of the main hall, looked up, and happened to see the big stars in the sky flickering left and right, up and down as if they were breaking free and about to fall to the earth.

"Report, Your Majesty, the Qintian Supervisor is closing the palace door outside the palace at night, saying that there is a big secret performance!" A little yellow door knelt in front of Zhu Zaikai with a pale face, and said uneasily.