The moon is clear and the wind is bright, and the sound of sand is endless.

I have always hated the big tree that rises from the ground outside the temple, the dense and opaque leaves, the towering straight trunk, and the hard roots that stretch under the clouds that are not known how thick, occupy a good position in the courtyard, and cover the arrogant plaque of gold and ink flying on my temple.

In the mortal world, there are loquat trees planted by my hands, and I also have a plaque written by my late husband holding my hand.

This is my mansion, the thirty-two heavens, the Hall of Merit.

My mansion is my territory, but I am frustrated that I cannot cut down the things I hate on my territory. Since I couldn't cut it down, I couldn't treat the huge giant tree as if it were nothing, so I had to send someone to the house to repair it, and cast a hexagonal pavilion under the dense and thick shade of the tree, which was used as waste.

If so, if the old thing is not pressed in my heart, the days when I can't die by eating and drinking every day are still very comfortable.

I don't know when the unlucky Wenchangxing will arrive, I thought so gloomily, and suddenly a maid hurriedly entered the pavilion: "Emperor, Wenchangxing Shenjun is here." ”

I really want to come to what I want.

I waved my hand, there were two more green teacups on the cloud table, and I raised my hand to touch the wine jug on the fire, which was just right, I put my mind at ease, and then said to the maid: "Please come in." ”

As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and I have to find someone to discuss this matter on my mind.

Every time Wenchang visited, he felt that the smell of sour ink lingered around him, and he walked to my idle pavilion familiarly, and sat down to listen to my chatter after summarizing from beginning to end, and asked sharply: "What the emperor said, but what he has gone down to the world?" ”

I nodded, my eyes full of sincerity.

Wen Changxing, who didn't want to be sour, smoothed out the slightly wrinkled cyan shirt seriously, raised his eyes and looked at me with blazing eyes, and then propped up the table with his hands, brewed for a long time, raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha....."

Me: "......"

Wen Changxing's straight figure fell apart with a straight smile: "The old god of the flood desolation wants to go through the calamity, and the world is ridiculous." ”

I couldn't help but be indignant, what's wrong with the old god? Won't the old gods prosper in the mortal world? What's wrong with looking down on the old gods? The righteous indignation was full of righteous words, and I corrected it with a straight face: "The old god of the flood desolation naturally needs to go through the tribulation, but it is the heavenly thunder and heavenly punishment tribulation when the godhead was first born, and it is just a tribulation for the gods now." ”

"Have you given birth to a godhead?"

I touched my chest, where lay the only remaining godhead in heaven and on earth.

"Then what calamity have you experienced?"

I knew that I couldn't make sense with this kind of reader, so I just raised my arm and pulled my sleeve. But Wen Changxing, who has been an immortal for a long time, is also a scholar, and his pedantic and old-fashioned temperament has been carved into blood and bones, and when he saw this scene, he immediately jumped up from his seat in fright, closed his eyes and said angrily: "Don't look at indecent things." ”

"You don't like it."

His eyes narrowed into a slit, and he finally let in a little light.

The lotus root arm is snow-white, but the burn marks on the top are terrifying and ugly.

Wen Chang's eyes widened in disbelief: "Who can hurt you?" ”

I pulled up my sleeves and sat dignifiedly: "God can hurt me." ”

"More than ten days ago, the thirty-three heavenly realms of chaos once rained down three heavenly thunders, red and black chaotic, each containing the power of desolation and destruction, is it ......?"

I nodded calmly: "Coming for me." ”

Wen Changxing stood up nervously, and the two horizontal eyebrows, which were usually dull, were fiercely pinched together: "The calamity has passed?" He subconsciously asked himself, but he smiled, shook his head and affirmed, "Naturally, it's over, otherwise how can you stand here well?" ”

He glanced at my injured arm, and added sternly, "It's not good, you're standing here without a piece of flesh." ”

I didn't really want to laugh with him, after all, this was a serious topic related to my life, so I said: "The old god has always been the Nine Heavenly Thunder Heavenly Punishment Tribulation, and when the tribulation is completed, he will be able to give birth to a godhead and share the life of heaven and earth." First of all, my godhead has been completed, where will there be another calamity? ”

Wen Changxing had long forgotten the ridiculous remarks that had just slipped into the world, and said seriously: "The old god calamity is different from us immortals who climbed up from the lower realm, but it doesn't necessarily mean that there must be only one time. ”

I was not convinced: "Emperor Wa Yandi, he has only experienced one thunder tribulation. ”

Wen Changxing said leisurely: "If these two saints also live to your age, they will have to go through another calamity if they can't keep it." ”

I'm a little angry in my heart, this is saying I'm old, is this saying I'm old!

I sulked and continued: "If, as you say, this thunder tribulation has passed, it will only be nothing more than suffering some flesh and skin, and suffering a few more wounds; But since that thunder tribulation, I feel that my divine power is like a full cup of tilt, there is a tendency to cover the water and difficult to collect, obviously the calamity has not been exhausted, the three heavenly thunders can not be counted nine, I have been deducing every day for the past few days, and I found that only one trip to the nether realm, rolling into the earthly world and a mortal tribulation, can be completed. ”

Wen Changxing's brain is crooked, and his first reaction was: "The emperor can also divinate and deduce now, I am very relieved." ”

It is true that I was protected by my ancestor before, and I really don't know much about divination.

Wen Changxing's second reaction was more peculiar, he looked at me with a complicated expression, and then sighed long: "Alas......"

I was so startled by his sigh that my scalp tingled, and I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" “

Wen Chang re-made the stone bench, twisted like a girl, and saw that he was very worried: "Like us, the gods who are divided, or become gods in the flesh, or fly into gods, in the end it is not the destiny of heaven, so a hundred years of catastrophe, a thousand years of reincarnation, the merit hall is recorded on the merits, the next reincarnation, according to the merits recorded in the plate, the whole test and accounting, and then determine whether to fly or not, whether to become a god." ”

Of the six realms of reincarnation, only the Hall of Merit can open up the Three Good Paths.

"I was named Wenchang Yi Xingjun, and I was the god of the Nine Heavens; Although the divine throne is enshrined in the Emperor of Heaven, but my immortal body is baptized by the Hall of Merit," he sighed and said sadly, "As the emperor, you are in the honorable position, and you are in charge of the Heavenly Hall of Merit, I thought that you had jumped out of the world, and then entered the chaos, like an innate saint with the heavens and the name of the earth, and I didn't want you to still be burdened by the heavens and be in trouble." ”

Listening to what he said, I also felt in my heart that the world is impermanent, and the sky is unpredictable.

The night in the thirty-three heavens is the tranquility of the jade plate hanging on the branches. Xiaolian, the maid who was close to me, took a plate of pastries for me, and she obediently massaged my shoulders on the side, I pinched a piece of pastry, and smiled indifferently: "Troubled? I don't know when I will return this time, and if I am trapped, I will be fine. ”

This topic is a bit heavy, after all, it involves life. Don't look at it as an immortal who doesn't hesitate to die if he seals the gods, mortals die, and the soul can still be thrown into the six realms of reincarnation, the immortals are dead, a thunder slashes down, at most there is a boom and a scream, the dust and smoke disperse, and the scum is gone.

I sighed, as if I was mourning for myself; Wen Changxing also sighed, as if he was pretending to be sad for me.

The moonlight was thick, thick like thick phlegm that had finally come out of the throat.

Wen Changxing half-hid his face with his sleeves and coughed lightly, finally breaking the embarrassing atmosphere that could almost twist his mouth out of the water.

"What kind of calamity are you going to go through?" Wen Chang rubbed his hands, looking very excited, "I haven't seen this so-called mortal tribulation unique to the old gods of the Flood Desolation. ”

I was stunned for a moment, then grinded my teeth, I was really a good neighbor, "If I can tell what kind of mortal calamity I am going through, then how can this calamity be called?" ”

"There are no more than seven kinds of suffering in the world: birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and separation, you can't ask for it, birth, old age, sickness and death Anyway, you will always experience it as a mortal, that resentment will, love and parting, and you can't ask for three sufferings, but it's really like a knife that stabs people's hearts."

I said: "Anyway, I am also an old god of the wilderness, even if I am reincarnated into a mortal body in the flesh, how can I not retain the pure heart and few desires of the gods?" Temperament is like a rock, where you can say that you can change it. ”

Wen Changxing replied: "It's okay to keep it, I'm afraid that the emperor has never been this character." ”

I slapped the table and shattered three plates of pastries at once, "You ....."

"The emperor forgives the sins, forgives the sins, it is the little god who is not thoughtful, I hope the emperor will ask for forgiveness." He really left his seat to respectfully apologize, and seeing that my face had eased a lot, he cleverly diverted the topic and said, "You have experienced a catastrophe, can the Emperor of Heaven know?" ”

My anger came up again, and I sneered: "Since he ordered someone to plant an old tree outside my hall, there is no need to set foot in the thirty-two heavens again. ”

Wen Changxing was stunned for a moment, and looked at the tree twice in awe.

"Not to mention the useful and useless," I said, taking a deep breath, "I asked you to come here today to ask you for something, and I hope you can answer it." ”

Wen Changxing sat dignified and straight: "You talk about it first." ”

"You say yes first."

Wenchang gritted his teeth: "The little god doesn't agree." ”

I looked at him for a while, and said leisurely: "Even if it is related to the human ascension order, you won't agree?" ”

"The little god doesn't agree for the time being."

"Even if it's about the stability of the heavenly realm, you won't agree?"

Wen Changxing bit hard, and his cheeks twitched desperately, "Little god, little god doesn't ......"

My mood became heavier and heavier, and my left hand, which was hidden in my sleeve, was sealed, and a streamer flew out and settled on the pavilion. I looked at the Divine Monarch in front of me, but I only made a lip shape every word, "Even if it is related to the First Emperor!" ”

Wen Changxing was stunned for a moment, grinding his teeth desperately, and didn't say a word to me.

"That deity has nothing to say," I shrugged my shoulders, pretending to be indifferent, and pushed Xiaolian to the front, "Xiaolian, send off!" ”

Seeing that Wen Chang was really going to be sent out, he gritted his teeth with a blushing face, and approached me and said softly: "Okay, how about taking an enchantment and closing this tree branch outside." ”

"You've been in the enchantment since you stepped into the courtyard," I criticized mercilessly, "don't look at some mysterious things all day long, practice when you have time, and practice immortal arts in a down-to-earth manner." You can't even detect even the simplest enchantment now, and you're embarrassed to take on the title of Star Rank God Monarch? ”

Wenchang's handsome face is blue, black, white and purple, and finally mixed in a fireworks-like explosion, thousands of purples and thousands of colors of spring, it is very good-looking.

I took out a puppet doll from my arms, with a nose and eyebrows, and looked six or seven points similar to me.

"Who does this look like?" I'm extremely proud.

Wen Chang looked at the puppet doll and then at me, and hesitated: "Emperor of Heaven? Days? ”

My proud smile froze for three points in an instant, and I was angry and wrapped around my half-pulled face: "This is what I carved by myself in my own image!" So saying, he threw the doll in front of him.

Wen Chang picked it up with his sleeves and sighed twice: "It's not like, it's not like." ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to him.

There is a saying in the mortal world that the puppet Xiao people may be able to escape the eye of heaven and escape the punishment from heaven, so the seriously ill and the evil offenders have the method of burying the puppet. Now that I am desperate and rushed to the doctor, I want to try my luck and follow this method.

Wen Chang held the puppeteer in his hand and said, "With your reincarnation as a god monarch, I am afraid that I will not be able to stand your divine power." It's no better for you to go through this calamity and give up on dolls. ”

I was overjoyed, I didn't want to do this so easily?

"But you have to know that puppets are sacrificed, although they have a godhead to protect the primordial gods in the body, they can't use any divine power in the mortal world."

I didn't care and said, "What do you want divine power to do in the mortal world?" ”

"Do you really need to protect yourself?"

I replied in the affirmative: "You really don't have to protect yourself. ”

He gritted his teeth again, as if he hated iron but not steel.

I was in a good mood: "Xiaolian, this son can send off the guests in a serious way." "Serve tea and send guests, and drive people directly.

Wen Changxing hurriedly called out again: "Emperor is slow." ”

He sat down again, "What did the emperor mean by what he just said. ”

I was silent for a moment and looked at him.

Wen Changxing was in a hurry, and he didn't see him in such a hurry when he was about to be driven out for a while: "The emperor, on the bank of the Huaishui River back then, thanks to the emperor's on-demand broadcast, I have today's thirty-one heavens." There are thousands of graces, although death cannot be repaid. ”

"You have served him for a thousand years, and the merits of the thirty-one heavens are saved by you day by day, one by one, and do not need to be recorded in the accounts of your late husband."

"The emperor and queen may not know," Wen Changxing smiled bitterly, "The dying body was cold-hearted, and the grace of knowing the encounter was so good." ”

At that time, on the banks of the Huaishui River, Wen Changxing was just a young scholar who was about to lose his life in the water, and my husband rescued him, gave him the status of an attendant, and brought him to the heavenly realm. I don't understand the feelings of a man's acquaintance, but I can read the thoughts in his eyes now.

My heart is like a firefly rekindled after death, and I can often see it in my own eyes in the mirror in the midnight dreams of the past few days, and I am very familiar with it.

So I said, "I dreamed of him." ”

Wen Changxing wants to laugh or not, as if he is crying or not.

"After I've gone through this half-finished thunderstorm."