Xuanshu sat alone with his eyes closed and crossed under a ginkgo tree in the forest, which was old or a thousand years old. The thick trunk of the tree required many people to open their hands to close it, and the dark brown bark was full of rough and deep cracks, and it poked straight into the air, stretching out countless large and small dry branches, like a huge god with a thousand hands open. The yellow leaves of the ginkgo tree are spread all over the ground, and it has not yet grown new leaves in this warm and cold season.

With short silver-gray hair, a long white robe and a cloak, he had been sitting cross-legged on the leaves and meditating all night.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless until his mind and soul seemed to dissolve and dissociate from his body. He scattered to the surface of the tree, seeped into its meridians, and then flowed to the ends of its branches and roots, as if he had become a myriad of motes drifting through the flow of time, to observe the hidden and unknown past and future.

He stopped at the top of the mountain every night to watch the stars move, Ziwei Palace was dark and dangerous, the emperor star came out, the stars surrounded and competed but failed to replace, and the weak emperor star was still in the heavenly palace. The stars are thorough, but there is always an inexplicable incomprehension and restlessness in his heart, which is different from the clear starry sky, as if shrouded in a layer of haze that is difficult to dissipate. But he never understood where this gloom came from.

The forest was silent, except for the occasional cool wind, shaking the branches of the ginkgo trees and blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, from night to morning.

The night on the top of Kunlun Mountain was even colder than here, but there was no time when it made him so uneasy.

As he sat on the top of the mountain with his eyes closed, the snow covered his white robe, and the wind howled by, and his heart was like a rock, and he did not move.

When the sun shone red, the golden light hit his face, and the huge snow eagle on the mountains flapped its wings and let out a long sigh, and behind him, a low, kind and majestic voice came: "The people are coming to the gods. "The King of Tianmu and the Divine Sect Leader Xuan Huan stood behind him.

Xuan Shu opened his eyes and saw that on the white ridge of Kunlun Mountain, many worshippers as tiny as ants were bowing and walking forward.

"My father, the devotion of the pilgrims may stem only from their desire to know the future, and how shall I discern their intentions?"

"The gods are above the five aggregates and all the root and dust realms, and they have a discerning eye that sees the minds of their people. ”

"My father, I have seen that there are people who are unbearable, and the future is bright and bright, and there are people who are sincere and kind, but the road ahead is lonely and vicious. ”

"My son, the god of heaven transcends the four noble truths, attains the four meditations and eight determinations, holds the cause and conditions, and has his own profound meaning, and he teaches people to understand that the well-being here is not stepping into the hell of suffering, and the tribulation here is not nirvana. My son, you are the holy messenger who recites the decree of God, and you are created by the grace of the gods, and you should be the bridge between the gods and the people, and the gods will tell you what you have seen and known, and you will recite it, and you will not fail in your duties. My son, the bell of the Temple of the Sun has sounded, go and meet the worshippers. He spoke to him very peacefully.

Xuanshu stood up, and the snow on his body slid down, as if dust was raised in the wind. He turned around, the sect leader Xuan Xuan was dressed in a white robe, with crane hair and a childish face, and the lines of his face were soft and tolerant. Xuanshu respectfully knelt down at his feet and said, "Yes, my father." ”

Because the gods are only descended to one person, and this person is still reincarnated in the twelve karmas, so when the current leader passes, his holy envoys will find the spirit child born at the same time when the leader dies according to the will of the leader and the appearance of miracles, which is the life of the leader.

The Holy Envoys welcomed the spirit boy back to Kunlun Mountain, succeeded the sect leader, supplemented by enlightenment teachings, because the spirit child is the reincarnation of the sect leader and is extremely talented, so his achievements will soon surpass them. When the spirit boy reached a higher level of cultivation and was approaching adulthood, he assisted his predecessors to complete the mission given by the gods, and would retire to the vast Kunlun Snow Mountain, where they would be blessed by the blessings of the gods in their next life. The leader of this sect will find the children who have miraculous miracles one by one according to the divine will, and bring them back to be nurtured and become new holy messengers. The leader of the sect is hard-working, as a teacher as a father, and the new holy envoys do not call him a position of power, but all respect him as a father.

Xuan Shu was originally a noble son of Emperor Jun, and when he was a child, he was fortunate to be selected by the sect leader Xuan Huan, brought back to Kunlun, gave a name, and educated and practiced, before he stepped into the realm of the gods and gods, and was listed above mortals to receive and recite oracles, and his sincerity to the gods and the reverence for his father Xuan Huan have long been deeply rooted in his heart.

When the Holy Envoy is diligent in his practice, the Sect Master will retreat and meditate in the temple and devote himself to the study of divine righteousness in order to attain enlightenment in this life.

In the past ten years, Xuan Shu has rarely seen his father Xuanhuan, everyone knows that he has been in retreat in the temple for a long time, forgetting to sleep and eat, and the realm of the sun and moon has become transcendent. Two years ago, it was the last time Shang's father went out of the customs, he had realized the six determinations, and Xuanshu met him in the Sunshine Palace.

After he knelt down and got up, his father was still childish, and his spirit was strong, and his slightly emaciated face and upright body were as calm and detached as the gods standing in the temple, so that he could not detect a trace of fluctuations in his mood.

"My father, recently, Ziwei Palace has been dark and solemn, the emperor star is swaying, and the royal family will have a catastrophe, I teach how to warn and help, and ask my father to teach. ”

"Even if there will be calamity, it must be the will of the gods, so we don't need to worry, let it be reincarnated. The father in front of him looked at him and said very indifferently.

However, the Cult of God and the Imperial Family have always complemented each other, and if the power of the Imperial Family is unstable, it will inevitably affect the Holy See...... And the Nine Lands are once again mired in strife and war, and the resentment is even more accumulated, and I have heard that the ghost has come back to life......"

"My son, the gods of heaven stand in the realm of the gods to observe the mortal realm, and what they do must have their cause and deep meaning. I spoke to the gods, and he taught us practitioners to meditate and not get entangled in the mundane, because those are all samsaric voids, and we should be taught to follow them. The gods of heaven will not let it run rampant anymore. The royal family is a natural position, not enough to be on a par with the gods and the gods, and if they cannot use this position, they will suffer a calamity, or lose their royal power as a result, it is all divine will. Wu'er, you are a descendant of the Li clan, but you should know that you are a cultivator, and you must not disturb the cultivation of the Supreme Master because of your Void identity. ”

"This ...... Yes, my father. Xuanshu hung his head and replied.

Although he agreed, when Emperor Jun's requests for help came frequently, the Nine Lands were already in turmoil, and the sect leader Xuan Huan was still in retreat in the temple, but Xuan Shu couldn't sit still. He bowed outside the temple every day and prayed to the gods and the sect leader for teaching, but there was no response. Finally, he left Kunlun, the kingdom of the gods, alone in the snow.

At this time, he sat cross-legged under the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree, heard the cold wind blowing through the branches in the air, heard the sap in the tree flowing in the veins, and heard the extremely small rustling sound under the fallen leaves and soil, which gradually became clear from the smallest.

The insects and ants are crawling relentlessly, they gather, they scatter, they fight, they run, they drive away, they rise and fall, and finally they are devoured by those who are stronger than them. And those who are stronger than them are killed by those who are stronger.

The calamity and pain are what Xuanshu deeply feels at this moment. He was so immersed in it that he began to feel that it was difficult to breathe, and the condensed sensations in front of him became blurred.

He was obsessed, but he didn't know who to talk to. Warnings from Father Shang and the Holy See came many times, and a few times after he sat down, he saw Father Shang in front of him, still peaceful but not majestic, "My son, the gods told you to concentrate on cultivation and leave the worldly distractions, why don't you listen." "There were times when he seemed to see a deep black hole hidden in the dark night, and he saw the invisible hands in the black hole......

He clearly saw the night clear and starry, and clearly saw the divine light on the young Li Yu, but he couldn't understand it in the end, and he couldn't understand his father telling him to ignore the intentions of the common people, and he couldn't understand who was worrying him behind the clear surface, and he couldn't understand this unknown oracle......