Chapter 1 is incumbent upon God

"Senior sister!"

Zijin opened his eyes but saw a chaotic scene, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was dead or blind. The reflex cries were not answered, and the silence was somewhat terrifying. Carrying his hand to touch his waist, the Liyue Sword that had been with him for more than ten years was gone. Yes, the magic weapons have all left, and I must have returned to the underworld.

Wait a minute! Isn't it true that if you are killed by mortals, your soul will be shattered? Which kind Samaritan stuck me again?

It is almost impossible for a mortal to kill a scattered immortal, but Zijin has set this precedent with his unique unlucky physique.

Zijin used his mind to mobilize the immortal method, and his fingertips tapped the air around him. A glimmer of light gradually dispersed, the blue bricks and white tiles in front of him became clearer, and the hawkers' shouts became louder.

"Sweet wine, I've eaten it...... Buddha"

Zijin looks particularly outstanding in the crowd, but not because she is a fairy, but because these people are all shorter than Zijin, and they all have crowns and buns at a glance. Zijin raised his hand to look at his clothes, which were still the aqua blue crepe deep coat he wore before his death, the eight petals on his waist, and the hollow and carved ugly forbidden steps were still hanging on the green ribbon.

This is even more wrong, the soul cannot wear mortal clothes and wear mortal objects. It seems that it is very good, not only is he not blind, but he is not dead.

Zijin strode into a no-man's alley, crossed his eyebrows with two fingers, and ran the immortal technique, and his body immediately became a few sizes smaller.

That's right, follow the locals, don't frighten mortals.

But the strange thing is that along the way, no one expressed surprise at the behemoth Zijin, and they didn't even look at it, as if they couldn't see Zijin at all.

At this time, two teenagers ran in front of me, one after the other, and they looked like they were fifteen or sixteen years old. One has delicate eyebrows, a majestic atmosphere, and a pink makeup and jade masonry, with a graceful demeanor. Before Zijin could dodge, the two had already passed straight through Zijin's body.

That's right, it's "through"!

Zijin frowned slightly, and his slender hands touched each other, yes, it was a real body, not an illusion.

Is he dead or not?

The two teenagers in front of him, the one who chased grabbed the one who ran, and skillfully pressed the boy against the wall, and the two looked at each other affectionately, looking at the posture should be about to kiss. Zijin hurriedly raised his hand to cover his vision, pulled his forehead with his index finger, and turned to leave.

Don't look at indecency, don't look at indecency.

Zijin Dingqing took a closer look, the roads on the street, the construction of the mansion and the clothes of the mortals were already very different from the mortal world in his memory. I don't know where it is, I don't know what dynasty it is, and I can't even figure out whether I am a human or a ghost.

Walking aimlessly, I saw a bookstore faintly echoing with fairy energy, and Zijin walked in quickly. There was an old man sitting at the account desk shaking his head and reciting words, but the left was just those who were there, nothing special. There are a few scholars in the private room on the right, and you seem to be debating something, but the yellow calendar hanging on the wall is more attractive to Zijin's attention.

Zijin reached out to lift it, but of course, couldn't touch the page.

After a second, Zijin ran the fairy art, and the page was obediently turned up, and it was written: "Kwai Hai Nian Kwai Wei Geng noon, it is advisable to marry, avoid ......"

"Heh, those two teenagers should have gone out after reading the yellow calendar." Zijin muttered to himself.

Even if I'm still alive, it's been sixty years since the last time I was conscious.

"I don't agree! If you study with gender restrictions, then ......" "Brother Wei Brother! Look over there! ”

Hearing this, the white-clothed young man who was about to be filled with righteous indignation and many bachelors all set their eyes on the yellow calendar that Zijin was controlling with the immortal method.

These people couldn't see Zijin, they could only see a scrolled old yellow calendar that turned the pages by themselves, and it stopped in the air upright, and there was no wind in all directions, and they were all stunned.

"You see?" "You saw it too!" "Look, I told you earlier that this bookstore is wicked..."

Zijin had no choice but to turn around and leave, and the clearest feeling after waking up was that he was "out of place" wherever he went

Just as he was about to walk out of the bookstore, Zijin swept over the bookshelf and saw a large roll of bamboo slips placed among these many paper books, which looked very out of place. So he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hug it, just regretting that his memory was too poor, and he forgot that he couldn't touch anything, but this bamboo slip was actually picked up!

Zijin hugged the bamboo slip and walked to the account counter, but the old man not only couldn't see Zijin, but he couldn't even see the bamboo slip! There was no reaction, nothing was noticed. It seems that it is uncertain whether this bamboo slip is a mortal thing, but it must have a great relationship with Zijin. Zijin ran the immortal method and moved to a mountain with a fairly beautiful scenery, and sat down.

When I opened the bamboo slips, there was a line of strange patterns on the far right, like some kind of writing, but none of them were recognizable by Zijin.

Zijin had an idea, hooked the corners of his mouth, ran the immortal method to turn out the pen, and wrote neatly on the bamboo slips: "What are you? "I'm still secretly happy in my heart, I'm really smart. Wordless Book of Heaven? Where can this help me?

And this bamboo slip didn't seem to approve of this, only to see a word appear on the page, this word Zijin can be recognized: "roll" Zijin stood up rubbingly, and the brush fell and disappeared. He snorted angrily and said, "Wonderful, a broken book is so angry." Why did I come back to life? Can't you let me die well? ”

The bamboo slip replied: "No! ”

It seems that it is enough to talk to them directly. Thinking about it, Zijin looked at it carefully, and the strange pattern was gradually becoming the text he knew: "Qianchen Wanfa runs the whole book to the only god of Qianchen, be sure to read the whole text." "The signature is still an unrecognizable pattern.

Zijin suppressed his anger and sat down and asked, "What is this?" ”

Bamboo slips: "Qianchen Cangdong." ”

Zijin: "What is Qianchen?" What is Cangdong? ”

The bamboo slips are densely packed with a large chapter: "Qianchen is the realm, the Cangdong is the axis, and the universe is the beginning of the universe." I have created a thousand realms, and there are already three worlds of immortals, underworlds, and mortals. It is made by refining and refining Yan Qi, and the cave is built by the thoughts of living beings, and it is transported around the world. The life of living beings is very interesting, and I have compiled it, but it is still ever-changing...... Infinite reincarnation. ”

After reading it, Zijin asked again: "Am I dead?" ”

Zhu Jian: "Dead." After a pause, the page replied, "That was your past life." You are now the first soul that I have personally selected and directly imbued with powerful thoughts, the first to ascend without reincarnation. ”

Zijin: "Isn't my soul broken?" ”

Zhu Jian: "Don't talk nonsense, check it yourself." ”

Zijin was helpless: "Your Excellency is quite cold!" ”

Zhu Jian didn't answer, and said to himself: "You are the first god I created. ”

Zijin: "What did I do here?" ”

Bamboo slips: "Keep Qianchen indestructible." ”

The endless chapter changes on the bamboo slips, Zijin watched it for a long time. I finally understood that this bamboo slip was an "encyclopedia" left by the "mysterious person" who created Qianchen, and there were three realms in this Qianchen.

In his previous life, he was a junior scattered immortal in the fairy world. This Cangdong is like the bearing of a carriage, transformed by the Yan Qi, and the thoughts of living beings from all walks of life are used as nourishment, if there are more evil thoughts than good thoughts, the Cangdong will collapse and annihilate for thousands of years. And in the sixtieth year after his death, he was selected by a mysterious person and sent to be Qianchen's "old mother" to protect Qianchen.

And all kinds of fates in this world have been compiled in advance, and they are just the setting of a game. In this way, the pain I experienced in my previous life is also insignificant.

Qianchen did not have the concept of "time", because the mortal body could not exist forever, and in order to facilitate various things, various methods of chronology were spontaneously created. And the reincarnation was not on time and quantity, but random, so Zijin's soul wandered for 60 years.

And the reincarnation of Qianchen is also an infinite cycle, except for those souls who have cultivated immortals and survived forever. The rest of the creatures may have already passed through the future of many intelligent machines and the ancient era of dragons and phoenixes. Zijin had heard about this from his master in his previous life. Now I know the reasons for each, and I feel the pleasure of opening up.

Zijin asked again, "What is God?" ”

Bamboo slips: "The power of the world is as follows: immortal level (spiritual law, life law. Hades (occult law, ghost law. Mortal level (spells, internal strength, martial arts. And the god-level "Cangshu" is higher than everything on it, and you can learn everything on it by looking at it, and you don't need to cultivate, you can come to it with your body. You can change your life and reverse life and death. It can save the world or destroy the world. The oath will be revealed, immortal and unperishable. ”

Zijin: "It looks good, it's amazing." Can I change places and be this "old mother"? ”

Bamboo slips: "Where?" ”

Zijin: "The Mortal Realm is a Township Pavilion." ”

Bamboo slip: "No! ”

Zijin: "The Unrighteous Mountain of the Immortal World? ”

Bamboo slip: "No! ”

Zijin: "Then, Changqing Street in the Ghost Realm?" ”

Bamboo slip: "No! Although you can see and hear the mortal world here, and even control the things in the mortal world, it is not the same space, so all walks of life cannot hear you, see you, and feel you. You are the first god, and you have never been connected to all walks of life, and you cannot travel through space without a medium. ”

Zijin nodded meaningfully: "Then where else do you ask me?" Can't go anyway. ”

Zhu Jian: "Hehe. ”

Zijin seems to have become accustomed to the indescribable attitude of the "mysterious man". He asked again: "Then I can't gain a foothold in all walks of life, how can I protect Qianchen?" ”

Bamboo slips: "Wander around all the time, immortal law control things, Cangshu repairs holes, and bamboo slips change their lives." ”

Zijin asked again: "Can I see whoever I want?" ”

Zhu Jian: "Yes, as long as you know the person's spirit seal." ”

Seeing that "can" Zijin was finally overjoyed, and hurriedly asked: "What is the spirit seal?" ”

Bamboo slips: "Species and names are repeated, there is no spirituality, and there is no spiritual law." All souls have their own unique drawings that can be easily distinguished, and this is the only way to find a soul accurately. Hidden in the Spirit Pool. ”

This spiritual pool is a "storeroom" that comes with the soul itself, or it is more appropriate to say that it is a "grocery store". You can put some things in it for easy access at any time, and it is also a place where memories, immortal methods, etc. are stored. There are also some unknown effects to be discovered by the immortal cultivators themselves, no, find one now.

The smile on Zijin's face gradually turned red.

Speaking of the spirit pool, she remembered the only time in her previous life that she secretly entered the spirit pool of her senior sister, but she happened to bump into the illusion of her senior sister taking a bath. Don't look at it, I did catch a glimpse of a pattern when I retreated in a panic, but now I remember, I really can't clearly remember what the pattern looks like. There is also a strange pattern in his own spiritual pool, like a green carrot, but I have never known what it represents.

This road is not passable, and there is another way.

Zijin asked again: "Can I go wherever I want?" ”

Zhu Jian: "Yes, but you can't stay there all the time, otherwise it will disrupt the space." ”

This is good, as long as you often go to the place where the senior sister must pass, you can always meet it. Zijin secretly pondered. Although he can no longer intersect with his senior sister and other old people in his previous life, Zijin still hopes to take a look at his senior sister from afar.

Bamboo slips: "Be sure to understand the various methods of Qianchen immediately"

Zijin didn't answer, but asked, "Why did you tell me to get out?" ”

Bamboo slips: "This slip is a life-changing thing, not scratch paper." As if to add something, he replied: "Your words are so ugly!" ”

Zijin nodded with satisfaction, after all, it was the evaluation of "reborn parents", which was created by her and could not be refuted. Since there is no way to resist, one can only accept the errand of this "god". And Zijin was keen on such major events of "saving the common people" and "caring for the world" in his previous life.

After making up his mind, Zijin immediately incarnated and appeared in the Unrighteous Mountain where he had ascended to immortality in his previous life.

Tell the senior sister first, this matter is the most urgent.

However, this mountain is empty except for the fairy aura.

Normal and normal, except for flying up or loitering, no one in the division will always be here.

Zijin tried to run the immortal method to go to the Chuan Xiang Pavilion, which required imagining the scene of the Chuan Xiang Pavilion in her mind, but Lingchi kept reminding her that this place was destroyed. Zijin was puzzled and changed his name to teleport. But at this time, there were more than 100 "Xiangxiang Pavilions" in the spirit pool

Zijin looked at it for a long time, but none of them were what she was looking for. At the same time, she also understood that there are often wars and turmoil in the mortal world, as well as flash floods and tsunamis. Mortal houses are often torn down and covered and demolished. Sixty years have passed, and it is really understandable that the master has changed a few places in the mortal world. In the future, I'll be wandering back and forth from all walks of life anyway, so let's look for it slowly.

So, Zijin began to get down to business. After some practice, Zijin tried to summon the Cangdong Barrier and patch the loopholes.

As soon as the enchantment appeared, Zijin's unlucky physique was once again verified: the layer of water-blue flowing clouds was the appearance of the Cangdong, and a large area of this cloud was covered with horizontal and vertical red veins, as complex as leaf veins. But this is not a beautiful "shape", but a crack in the hole!

"Wonderful! Is it so exciting to just take office? Zijin couldn't help but laugh at himself.

With that, he closed his eyes and sensed the place where the resentment was strong, and then his phantom came.

The noise became violent.

"Kill!" "Warriors, rush! Cut off the thief's head and reward a thousand gold, and seal ten thousand households. ”

The resentment is strong, of course, the battlefield full of corpses and bones bears the brunt.

Zijin came to the palace of this country, and the emperor sitting upright in the court was majestic: "Levy another 10,000, and the age will be reduced to fifteen." ”

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty thinks twice, after years of war, our people have long complained. I implore Your Majesty to recuperate from the people's livelihood and be sympathetic to the people's feelings, Your Majesty! A minister in a black hat and a scarlet robe spoke with tears and emotion, and knelt down on the temple.

At that moment, many ministers echoed: "The minister seconded the proposal!" ”

And the emperor on the dragon chair was furious: "Behead the old slave who lost his honor in front of the palace in front of the city, and sacrifice the flag for my front-line marshal!" ”

"Your Majesty is angry!" "Your Majesty is angry!" Suddenly, the hall fell to its knees.

The emperor continued: "You and other civil officials are always so greedy for life and afraid of death, and women are kind. Just sit firmly on the court and stick to that one-third of an acre of land? The eldest husband doesn't expand the territory, but only talks about it, is this how my father and the emperor laid the world? ”

……

After the dispersal of the dynasty, many officials whispered and beat their chests: "If you have a king like this, the country will die!" ”

"I only know how to gallop on the battlefield and make contributions, I really don't know whether he is an emperor or a general."

"There is a drought in the north and a flood in the south, and the survival of the people is a problem. Not to mention that Anmin still has to fight......"

Zijin has already understood eight or nine points, and solving an emperor will solve most of the problems. It's just that this familiar scene made her heart tighten, and the past turned upside down.

Zijin opened the bamboo slip with a steady mind and checked the national fortune of this country.

According to what is written on the slip, either the emperor repents, and the fortunes of the country can still be changed within ten years, at least not to the death of the country. Either they continue to be stubborn, and within half a month, the neighboring countries will make a surprise attack, and the 200,000 soldiers sent out will die, and the lives in the city will be destroyed.

The Emperor had several ways to avoid this scourge. Of course, the first choice is good, but it should be impossible, so I can only abdicate and replace someone as the emperor. If it doesn't work, there is only one way to "clear Yangshou".

The trajectory of the fate has probably been decided, and all Zijin can do is to send one person after another who can help the emperor rewrite his destiny and persuade the emperor in his own way. But whether they are emperors or lobbyists, each of their choices is unknown and ever-changing.

The first person who could persuade the emperor was the minister who was killed in front of the city, and the second was the emperor's concubine, but the emperor chose to throw her into the cold palace. The third is the crown prince, and the emperor chose to depose this crown prince.

Zijin looked at it, hey, there is no way.

So he added a few strokes to the life of the concubine who was sleeping that day, so that she could be an assassin. Still, the concubine or emperor had a chance to change this outcome. However, the emperor was tyrannical by nature, and he did not withdraw his troops after the defeat of Biansai, but executed the vanguard, who was the eldest brother of Concubine Xi.

lived up to expectations, the assassination of Concubine Xi was successful, and the second son of the Manchu Dynasty, King Youzhou, succeeded to the throne.

Zijin looked at the enchantment, and more than 200,000 rifts stopped expanding in an instant. Zijin raised his hands and urged Cangshu to repair the crack, and after a while, there was a large cloud of healthy mist in Cangdong. This first repair of the Cangdong was very successful, but Zijin looked solemn.

Although I only made a few strokes, it seemed to be easy. But if there is really no "god" of oneself and these people's evil thoughts are allowed to develop at will, the consequences can be imagined. And in his previous life, he was in the midst of these dross, and now that he can only look back, he can only sigh, "I see." ”

Of course, not every crack can be repaired so easily. The most grinding thing is those one-on-one grievances of right and wrong, which have to be guided one by one and repaired one by one. Zijin can be regarded as understanding why the "mysterious man" doesn't make this "old mother" himself. However, there are also a few souls that repair themselves, that is, those souls who have lost their way and turned from evil to good.

In the following 100 years, Zijin traveled everywhere, busy with everything else.

One day, Zijin scolded and opened the bamboo slip and wrote down a divine rule: "Xianmen is not allowed to move" Not long after, he wrote "Xianmen is not allowed to have the same name", but no matter how Zijin wrote it or how to find it, he still couldn't find his senior sister. Even the master and all the people in the sect were not found.

Until this day, Zijin traveled to the underworld. It is the old wine on Changqing Street that is "floating and drunk" out of the cellar, and the whole street is very lively, singing and dancing. In addition to mortals who have no spiritual power, there are also many drunkards in the fairy world who come to join in the fun.

As for Zijin, although he can't drink alcohol, Xiucang Cave is too boring, and it is a great comfort to be able to sneak around and smell the wine. I don't know those who often swear and vow, "I want to escape from the world and become an immortal immortal." "Is there any one of them who speaks and counts?

When it comes to the underworld, most of the things that come to mind are endless bonfires, eighteen layers of hell, fried imps, and iron-hooked long-tongued women. And that's not the case.

The underworld is very beautiful, except that everyone looks a little "extraordinary" and there is no starry sky and sun, all of which are illuminated by the "Yue Tower" of the King of Hades. But others are still remarkable, such as this floating drunkenness, and this is a good place to go wild. Anyone who cultivates immortals or practices ghosts knows that Hades has the least rules.

There is an old locust tree in front of the best tavern "Hongluowan" on Changqing Street, and there is an ancient artifact "Kunlun Mirror" on it.

It is said that 500,000 years ago, the Kunlun mirror never changed places after resting here. Zijin has to stare at this mirror in a daze every time he comes, and this time is no exception.

Zijin jumped up and lay on the branch, holding his cheek with one hand and carefully examining the face in the mirror:

The shawl is wrapped in the fog and greedy breeze, and the black silk is thin with the clouds. The silver millet is relatively insignificant, and the plain face is as clear as frost.

The eyebrows are sharp and cold, and the eyelashes are rich and slender.

The smoky pupils were covered by the eyelids, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and the expression was cold. The nose is soft, and the lips are crimson.

Seeing it makes people's hearts sway, and they are afraid of blaspheming the bright moon, which is the goddess Lingyi.

Looking at it, in the Kunlun mirror, there was a person sitting on the small attic window of Hongluowan opposite, looking up and drinking. Looking closely, Zijin's whole person was in place.

What does the person in this mirror say, it looks like another Zijin, and the two of them are almost the same. Just a cold, a gentle.

This "gentle Zijin" vermilion deep coat is covered with a foggy soft smoke shirt. The bun is made of a pineapple hairpin at will, and a strand of black hair is crossed on Liu Yan's eyebrows, and the cool breeze beats the thin cheeks. A red silk on the smooth neck is like a shadow. Behind the back is a cyan long sword, the scabbard is like a bamboo leaf surrounded by bricks, engraved with the word "pear moon".

Zijin's eyes moved from the Liyue Sword to the hairpin, and then from the hairpin to the smoky gray pupil. The trembling voice almost hummed: "Senior sister! ”

Over the years, I have gone back and forth to the places where those senior sisters may appear, and I haven't found them once, but now I have met them here.

Without the slightest delay, Zijin transformed into his senior sister's side, and immediately ran the immortal method to enter the spirit pool.

This time, Ke Tsai carefully remembered the appearance of the spirit seal: like half of a butterfly's wings, wrapped in red threads.

After that, I will never find my sister again.

At this time, Zijin's spiritual pool suddenly became restless, and the fire flickered. Zijin immediately checked, and it was the bamboo slip that reminded Zijin that the rupture of the Cangdong increased sharply, and Zijin hurriedly teleported to the Cangdong.

For some reason, there have been more and more cracks in the cave recently, and living beings are becoming more and more resentful. It's just that one crack has just been repaired, and there are ten cracks over there, and Zijin is busy and has been trying to study more effective methods.

This time, it has been repaired for a long time, but the cave is still in a state of collapse. At this moment, the bamboo slip opened by itself and wrote: "No need to repair it again!" ”

Zijin stopped his cangjutsu and asked anxiously, "What else is there?" ”

Zhu Jian: "No, the hearts of the people in the mortal world are unpredictable, the evil thoughts are soaring to the sky, and the destruction of Qianchen is self-inflicted, and there is no need to save it." ”

Zijin looked at it like a thunderbolt and shouted: "Do you want me to abandon Qianchen? ”

Bamboo slip: "Although Qianchen is destroyed, you also exist, I will send you to another world." ”

Zijin was even more angry: "No, not all living beings here are full of evil. What's more, not to mention that the person I want to protect is here, and I just found her. ”

Bamboo Jane: "Stupid. How can your good thoughts compete with billions of evils? ”

Zijin said: "How can it be alone? The immortal underworld has always been crossing people, and there are many mortals who are determined not to be bewitched by demons. ”

Bamboo slip: "That's true, why do you bother to fix it?" ”

Zijin said: "We need time, I can save Qianchen." I am the only God, and you created it to protect this place, do you remember? ”

Bamboo Jane: "Not anymore. ”

Zijin continued to repair the Cangshu with all his might, and said: "You are the one who created Qianchen, how can you say that you will give up now?" You don't want to play anymore, but I still want to. As he spoke, he tried his best even harder.

Zhu Jian: "You choose, save yourself or save Qianchen." ”

Zijin thought about this back and forth, and suddenly realized. She had seen on the bamboo slip: "With the most powerful idea, the cave can be completely repaired." Isn't this "most powerful thought" oneself? Without the slightest hesitation, Zijin silently comprehended the spell in his heart, tore open the enchantment and walked towards the cave step by step.

Suddenly, there was a warm current on her wrist, Zijin turned around, and it was the senior sister who grabbed her.

This longing person finally came to his side, but it was really out of place at this time.

In an instant, thousands of questions came to mind, and everything couldn't see herself, but why couldn't Senior Sister? Where has my sister been all these years? And Zijin didn't have time to ask for an answer. Shake off the senior sister's hand and fly towards the Cangdong.

The dense cracks on the cave were restored in an instant.

"Little Seven ......"