"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs."

There are few crosses, and heaven and earth are felt.

Boom Boom!

Thousands of huge thunder dragons danced wantonly from the clouds, venting the brilliance that illuminated the night.

The sound of wind and rain, as if blowing from the origin of time, swept through the nine heavens, and reflected with the thunder.

And Hong Yi's hanging pen tip is still soaked in ink, as if he wants to write something more after writing the cross.

Born as a human being, he couldn't have imagined that there are so many people in this world who don't know kindness and don't know how to feel.

He remembered the folk chatter he saw in his spare time from a Caotang transcript:

It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a mountain villager who was favored by a rich man passing by the road because of his beautiful singing, and rewarded him with a large sum of money, and asked him to come to the mansion to sing once a year.

The villager became rich from then on, and used the surplus money to repair a Qinggang rock trail for the village to facilitate the villagers' comings and goings.

At first, all the people in the village praised him, and even spontaneously erected a merit monument for him to recite his name forever.

Gradually, however, things changed slightly.

Although the rich man ordered him to perform in the mansion once a year, he did not let him stay in the city, and the villagers, who were simple and honest in nature, did not have the idea of moving into the city with their families, but only stayed in the village.

A reward was worth his income for several years, and after a few years, the family's money became more and more.

The opinions of his fellow villagers about him have also begun to change.

At first, the most thing he encountered was the door-to-door borrowing from the people in the village.

From one or two strings of copper coins to dozens or hundreds of taels of silver, there was an endless stream in front of the door, but they were only borrowed, and they were never returned.

Then the people of the village began to complain about why he didn't make the road wider, why he didn't give away more money.

There were even people who broke into his house at night to try to do the theft.

The simple villagers, seeing that these people from the same village who used to be harmonious in the past suddenly became like this, they didn't know what to do for a while, and finally had the idea of moving their families to live in the city.

But how can those people in the same village who have become like poisonous snakes let this cash cow leave? He was released that if he dared to leave, he would dig out his ancestral grave, so that he would have no place to return after his death.

The simple villager was afraid, and when he performed for the rich man one year, he finally couldn't help but ask, and the rich man smiled and said:

"The human heart has been like this since ancient times."

This story from the Caotang transcript, Hong Yi didn't care about it when he saw it in the past, but he felt that there would be such an ungrateful person in the world, but he didn't expect that today he visualized the Xuanyuan All Living Seal, and he really saw it.

Even the Taoist masters who preach the Dharma to all sentient beings have some people who don't understand their feelings and wantonly insult them, so you can imagine what kind of attitude the people in the world are.

"This is not the way this is how this world should be."

At this moment, Hong Yi finally put down the brush and let out a long breath.

He stared at the cross of "heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs", and suddenly grasped and kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the copper brazier in the distance.

The subtle fireworks, spitting out red tongues in the dark night, burned the snow-white rice paper and ink together.

Nothing seems to have ever happened.

Boom Boom!

The thunder roared wildly in the sky, and gradually dissipated with the burning of the fire.

And Hong Yi, who suffered several changes in mood overnight, finally lay on the bed, and as soon as his eyes closed, endless fatigue swept in.

That night, he didn't have any dreams, and he didn't see the web of beings.

In the dead of night, the waves of Wenwu Houfu due to the violent thunder also slowly subsided, but in the deepest part of the mansion, in the study of the exclusive head of the family, Hong Xuanji, the lights were still on.

"The power of the sun god..."

Hong Xuanji stretched out the palm that seemed to control all the power, and the palm was spread evenly, revealing a ball of light filled with the breath of the rising sun.

When he reached middle age, he faded away from the immature arrogance of his youth, like a piece of jade that has been tempered, gradually mellow and introverted.

His eyes became more and more calm, as if there was no human emotion in his heart, especially when he was meditating, his fist intent came out of his heart, as if he was like a god king who was running the life and death of living beings.

But at this moment, no matter how deep his bearing was, he still hesitated about the brilliance in his palm.

Just a month ago, when he was hugging Yuan Shouyi, he suddenly felt a wave in the depths of the spiritual platform out of thin air.

Everywhere you look, there is a man with a high and clear face, dressed as an ancient Taoist, manifesting in the ground.

Approaching the human immortal, he didn't react at all, and saw the man who claimed to be called Changsheng.

The man seemed to have used Taoism and turned into a projection clone and appeared.

At that time, he was in the camp of the Daqian garrison on the border of Yunmeng, which was the most central area of the bloodshed formation.

The roaring snare drums, as well as the majestic blood of countless soldiers, were enough to make it impossible for any Dao cultivator to get close, even ordinary ghosts and immortals did not dare to have the slightest idea of prying eyes.

What's more, Hong Xuanji himself is a martial arts master who is at the peak of a martial saint and is one step away from becoming an immortal.

The blood qi is turning into wolf smoke and surging into the sky anytime and anywhere, how can this kind of Dao technique be able to intrude?

So as soon as he saw him, Hong Xuanji felt that he had encountered an unprecedented opponent, and he used all the strength around him in an instant.

But no matter how he swung his fist, everything around him was frozen.

It was clear that his cronies were not far away, but everything seemed to have turned into a picture scroll and stagnated.

Even his heavenly wheel of life and death seemed to be suppressed by higher and farther forces, and he could no longer grind sentient beings in the slightest.

And at that time, the ancient Taoist declared his name and called him immortal.

The other party only mentioned one sentence, that is, after he returned to Beijing, he asked his sister-in-law Hong Yi "What is the will of heaven." ”

By the way, he was also given the idea of a Yang God.

"Yi'er, is it really as you see in the future?"

In the study, Hong Xuanji's mind turned around, and he put away this Yang God thought that was full of martial will.

He remembered the future scene he saw in the drunken and non-returnable building back then, and saw Hong Yi in the future life, standing at the end of the chaotic void zone, and killed himself with one finger.

In all fairness, in the past ten years, although Hong Xuanji has a bad heart, he has not been as indifferent to Hong Yi as he will be in the future.

At this time, the Taoist who claimed to be immortal gave himself the idea of a yang god, what did he mean?

"Huh?"

And just when he was in doubt, suddenly his spiritual sense flashed, and he walked out of the door and walked to Hong Yi's room.

As the head of the family, and a cultivator close to the human immortals, no one in the entire mansion knew about his actions.

After just over ten breaths, he walked in softly like a gust of wind.

He pushed open the door and found that Hong Yi was already asleep, and his face was still a little pale, as if his mind was overconsumed.

Seeing this, Hong Xuanji looked away and saw the folded paper on the ground again, on which was the article he had copied from Hong Yi earlier.

"I'm tired."

Hong Xuanji shook his head, no matter what the scene he saw in the future, but since Hong Yi was born, he can be regarded as completely different from the original trajectory.

The relationship between their father and son, although not intimate, is also quite harmonious.

His eyes softened slightly, and he personally covered Hong Yi with the quilt and sighed slightly.

But just as he was about to leave, his eyes moved and he saw a piece of rice paper folded in front of the table.

Whew!

As far as the eye can see, the rice paper will open without wind, revealing the five big characters inside.

Providence is the will of the people.

This is the question he has asked Hong Yi now.

"This..."

Hong Xuanji stared at these five big characters, and the palm that was covering the futon for Hong Yi suddenly let go.

At this moment, his expression became extremely inexplicable.

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