Chapter Eighty-Five: How Many Years of Wishes
The yin wind rolled, and everyone was slowly carried into the sky by Xiao Wubo,
In the air, looking down, my heart couldn't stop hurting,
"Here we are."
The Hall of Eternal Life is not far from the ground, that is, it looks like ten seconds, and everyone is outside the gate of the Hall of Eternal Life.
The gate is several zhang high and two zhang wide, and the building materials of the main hall are generally gray substance.
Outside the door, there is a two-person high stone stele, engraved with lines of small texts, which seem to be carved with sharp weapons, with a slight unevenness.
Everyone stepped forward to take a closer look, and their faces slowly sank.
"If heaven and earth are not kind, how can the common people exist."
"If the way of heaven is lovely, why is immortality hard to find."
"Suffering all his life's energy, immortality but no trace can be found, what the monarch feels, bitterness, sorrow."
"The realization of death, immortality is ethereal, and in the heart, if you are at ease and content, even if you have no immortality, everything is happy."
"If you have no relatives, no friends, no love, what's the use of having an eternal life, it's better to go to Huangquan."
After reading these words, everyone present was speechless, and their faces were stunned.
Could it be that Master Junfang and others have already seen through it,
Who knows whether immortality is immortal or not, the slight resentment in this sentence is not because he did not get immortality, nor is it resentment towards the way of immortality.
Instead, he lamented that the path of immortality he was pursuing was wrong
Junfang's friends, there are only a handful, and there is no one of his relatives, and in the end, he himself is also in ashes.
This pursuit of immortality is wrong
Junfang had long known that he was wrong, but it was too late to regret it
Learning the Tao is to seek longevity, who knows that immortality is not immortal, the patriarch has a clear heart, only the Taoist heart is looking at the red dust,
This poem was written by Jun Fang himself, and he thought it was his resentment of the way of immortality and the way of heaven.
Only now did I know that everyone present would be wrong.
Who knows whether immortality is immortal or not, it turns out that the real meaning is not what everyone present thinks, but the immortality that he is looking for is not the immortality he imagined.
If he gave Junfang a chance to start over, he would never take the path of seeking the way.
Instead, take an ordinary road, be a layman in the red dust, and after a hundred years, go to Huangquan with your lover and become a handful of loess.
"It seems that our ancestor is also a poor person."
Qi Bao sighed, raised his hand and gently stroked the stone tablet, his eyes were full of emotion,
"I don't know how many people have worked hard all their lives for the word immortality." Xiao Wubo smiled bitterly,
Song Ren frowned and said, "Why can't anyone see through it?" ”
"Who can see through it, everything is just **, immortal**." Xiao Tianxing sneered, his words were full of disdain,
"The monk wants to become a Buddha, the Taoist priest wants to live forever, and he keeps saying that he has already seen through the red dust, bullshit." Qi Bao scolded,
He scolded himself comfortably, but he didn't pay attention, and he was scolded by himself even with himself.
At this moment, the stele suddenly changed,
On the stone stele, seven round grooves suddenly appeared, looking at this appearance, everyone suddenly remembered the demon's source qi crystal,
Is this telling us to put it in,
Glancing at each other, everyone took out the source qi crystals they were carrying in their pockets and carefully put them into the grooves.
Orange crystals, for the object of hatred, the moment it is put into the groove, the resentment slowly emerges from the crystal, and the hatred is monstrous.
Yellow is the object of Yuan jealousy, green is the thing of Yuan greed, cyan is the crystallization of Yuan laziness, blue is the crystallization of Yuan Xu, and the purple beautiful stone is the crystallization of the source of the Yuan Lady.
These crystals were put into the grooves by everyone in turn, and in a few moments, all the grooves were filled with crystals, leaving only the first groove.
Qi Bao's body trembled slightly, and he took out the crimson stone from his pocket and took out the source qi crystals of Yuan Er.
While taking out this thing, everyone didn't say a word, silently looking at the crystal, with mixed feelings,
This is what our mortals have bought with their lives,
I dare not say that there is no one who will come after, but I can say that there is no one before,
Who can kill Yuan Er, even if it is the monarch of a thousand years ago,
Although the current Yuan Er is too weak, it is not a simple matter to kill him.
Yuan Er's strength, when it finally broke out, was almost dozens of times the strength of King Yama.
If it weren't for this, Qi Fan wouldn't have to exchange his life for his life, Qi Fan's mad demon transformation and Rakshasa transformation that he had practiced were not weak tricks,
Dare to ask today, who can be like a mortal son, to get rid of the demon of Yuan'er,
While grieving, everyone couldn't help but be proud, proud of Qi Fan, proud of their brothers,
"Smack."
With a crisp sound, the last source gas crystallization was put into the groove.
didn't wait for everyone to react, and the scene in front of them made everyone scratch their heads.
I saw that those grooves were like they were alive, and they were swimming on the stone tablet, and the speed was not slow.
Like seven colored electric lights, emitting soft light, they are still intertwined with each other.
Suddenly, a faint sigh made these source qi crystals stop moving, and suddenly released a dazzling light,
Although I don't know whose sigh it is, everyone can feel it, and the sigh is full of relief and relief.
It seems that the man who sighs, after suffering for thousands of years, has finally been liberated,
Another whisper came, as if it was close to far away, and it was completely impossible to figure out where it came from.
"Open the Hall of Eternal Life and open the Great Array of Heaven, there is one Colorful Source Stone, and the remaining two can transform the Three-eyed White Crow and the Nine Yin Toad."
When they heard this voice, they could not tell who it was.
In addition to the strange man Jun Fang ancestor a thousand years ago, who else could it be?
After saying this, Junfang's voice fell silent, and there was no more sound.
He didn't say anything else, and he didn't congratulate everyone on slaying down the demons, but said these things in a serious business,
Perhaps, this gentleman's house is ashamed because of Qi Fan's death
Jun Fang is the head of thousands of warlocks in the Qin Dynasty, and the art of detecting the heavenly machine is ancient and modern, can he not know that Qi Fan will die,
For the sad eyes of the younger generations, he may have been speechless, only silent,
At this moment, the dazzling light emitted by the source qi crystals suddenly disappeared, and there were no seven crystals of different colors on the stone tablet, but only three colorful stones.
At the same time that the colorful source stone was revealed, there seemed to be a faint sigh, but it seemed that everyone had heard it wrong, and there was still a dead silence between heaven and earth.
How many years of wishes, how many years of anticipation, are completely gone in this sigh that seems to be nothing,
It's all over,