Body of God: Body of a Thousand Treasures (1)

Autumn leaves fall all over the six-foot-long stone steps, and the night, the bright night. But the tall trees make the shadows dappled, everything is dark, and everything becomes like a hideaway when it is shrouded.

That is, the only passage to Xuzhou Yunlong Mountain.

Yunlong Mountain is not a mountain, because it is not high enough, only more than 100 meters, compared to Wuyue, Huangshan, Wuyi Mountain...... It can only be regarded as a stone mound slope.

Although the mountain is not high, but the cloud lan qi that does not disperse all year round is like a white dragon hovering over the mountain, hence the name Yunlong.

Many famous people in history have left records that can be found here: Liu Bang, Liu Yu, Su Shi......

At this time, it was the nineteenth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, and the fame of Yunlong Mountain was one of the few in the thousands of mountains and hundreds of mountains, thirty-six caves and seventy-two immortal islands. Its fame lies in the fact that the courtyard of the world's largest group of shadow gates is in the mountains.

Thousands of surnames in the shadow door, hundreds of schools of thought contend. Huai right and left river, will be a class. This is a ballad that circulates on the rivers and lakes, the old woman can understand it, and a three-year-old child also knows what the shadow gate is, and anyone can enter it, but there is only one kind of person who comes out - a person who works for the rise and fall of the world.

The birds that returned to the forest at night were awake but did not make any noise. On a pine branch on the stone steps up the mountain, a pair of gray starlings nested in their nests stared at the old man who had walked out into the world in the moonlight, staring with wide eyes.

They knew him, but they were strangers, they hadn't seen him for three years, and the old man in his childhood memories was not only not shining, but not as serious and dull as tonight, he was always talking to himself, but now he was as quiet as the woods to-night.

The mountain is not high, but it is very long, and it is necessary to pass through nine mountain gates, and between the mountain gates and the mountain gates, there are such large groups of dwellers, and there are high houses. I thought that only the mountaineers or hunters lived in the mountains, but I didn't expect that these people all admired the fame of the Shadow Gate, and moved over and went next to the Shadow Gate.

Some are Meng's mother's three moves, some are star-chasing fanaticism, and some are admiring the knowledge of Yingmen.

The old man's white hair mopped the floor, but he was not stained with fine dust, and in the silent dark night he actually emitted the gloom of the moonlight, with the whiteness of snow and the elegance of willow. A rough yellow-gray kaftan woven from linen. He seemed to be holding a small baby in his arms, because his movements were very light and careful, whether he was still staring into his arms, and a kind smile immediately appeared on his tired face.

The smile that only belongs to the old man.

The old man had already walked slowly through the eight mountain gates, and when he was about to cross the ninth mountain gate, the two guards on duty at the mountain gate were surprised and surprised, and they also knelt down on one knee like the eight gatekeepers in front of him, "Goodbye, palm ......"

"Wow~~" The old man made a silent gesture, and then glanced at his arms again, in his arms turned out to be a white and chubby baby, sleeping soundly in a big warm embrace, sleeping very sweetly, clenching his fleshy fists, as if fighting with the monster in his dream.

The old man's tired face suddenly hurt, and it turned out that the child's fist was dragging a few old man's snow-white beards, and the old man looked down at the little baby with a pouting mouth, and his face was replaced with a kind smile.

Yunlong Mountain is not high, but it covers an area of more than ten miles. Only the area behind the Ninth Mountain Gate is the true Shadow Gate's gate.

The night is very deep, but there is still an hour to midnight, the main hall buildings in the shadow gate are not clear in the dark night, but each room is still lit with dim lights but can be seen clearly, falling on the projection of the cicada wing window screen, everyone is shaking their heads, picking up the lamp to read at night.

The old man walked without looking at the road, cast his eyes on the shadow in the window, and unconsciously walked into a large hall in the middle, and continued to walk after the main hall.

Along the way, I met many people who didn't sleep, or celebrities or celebrities, and talked under the moon. When they saw the old man, they were all respectful, but everyone who knew him was spoken, because the old man made a gesture of silence.

Not going to bed until midnight is a shameful act at the Shadow Gate. Because only those who smell the rooster can go further than others. A typical example of a stupid bird flying first into the forest early.

The old man walked to the door of a conspicuous room, which was still lit up. The people who lived in it must not have been ordinary people, because the canola oil, which was not very bright and easy to produce smoke, was lit elsewhere, but the people in this room lit candles that were flickering.

And from the crack of the door, there is a hint of strong sandalwood smell.

Bell Bell ~~ Bell Bell ~~ The old man didn't want to disturb the child in his arms, so he was very soft, not with his hands but with his feet to kick the door. This behavior of his is very strange.

It's not that the posture of opening the door is wrong, but anyone can encounter this posture of opening the door several times. Strangely, it was his own door that was knocked.

"Come in!" came the voice of a graceful woman from inside the room. Judging from the slightly old voice, she should be forty or fifty years old. It is immoral to judge a woman's age in terms of a single general aspect.

This voice is still full of anticipation and excitement, and the voice is also fierce and undulating. Of course she knew it was him back! Finally, she hadn't seen him in three years!

The old man really slammed the door and entered the house, as if many of the previous knocks wanted someone to open the door for him, but told her inside, "I'm back!"

The woman in the house may fantasize about the reunion of herself and her husband, whether it is warm and romantic, or you and me, or ...... But she didn't expect her husband to come back with a baby under the age of one, and she didn't expect that she was still full of black and shiny hair three years ago, but she became gray and gray, if it weren't for the youthful appearance on her face, she would not dare to recognize her.

"You know it's back!" was angry with the excitement of the reunion. When she put down the book on her desk and suddenly looked at her husband, her face suddenly turned into a surprise of woodenness. "How do you ...... How did it become like this, woo~~woo~~"

The man would blame a woman who cried for herself.

"I've ......"

"Wow Wow~~Wow~~" Before the old man's words could be spoken, he was interrupted by the crying of the baby in his arms, and the baby's sleep and wake up were originally in a trance.

"What kind of wild slut did you live with!And bring it back to show me!Woo~~Woo~~I'm not alive!I'm not alive!" The woman's face seems to be more fickle than the baby's.

I didn't expect that a noble woman like her, who was white and fat, was no less than a village woman in the market.

"Whoa~~Don't cry, don't cry~~Whoa~~" The old man didn't pay attention to his daughter-in-law's distress at all, but first tried to comfort the baby in his arms.

Who said that he was the smartest and wisest person in the world, and he didn't understand the truth of raising the soup to stop the boiling and drawing wages from the bottom of the kettle. Knowing that his wife is still noisy, the baby's crying will not be cured.

The old man waved his reluctant sleeves, and suddenly the room was filled with a temperature suitable for the growth of all things in spring, a warm room temperature and a strong sandalwood incense. He spread his sackcloth robe as a swaddling cloth on the side of the bed, and put the ** baby on it, a baby boy, with fine skin and tender meat.

"Crazy woman, open your eyes and see!" It seems that the baby boy's body really has the effect of calming the woman's wounded heart, because he immediately stopped crying, but picked up the baby on the bed and gently hummed the lullaby that everyone had heard when they were babies.

It is every mother's dream to be able to sleep her own child, but she can't do it, because she has been married to him for a thousand years, and her stomach has never moved.

"If you are willing to put some effort into bed, why not make a baby yourself? "Women are very honest, their mouths are full of complaints, but their hearts are very happy. The mouth and the heart are violated, but at least one of them is honest.

This child was indeed man-made. It took the old man a thousand years to finally have a god body. The reason why she could see at a glance that the baby was different and no longer jealous was that the baby did not have a navel on her belly.

The navel, unique to mammals, is the link that connects the mother when it is still a fetus, and receives nutrients and oxygen from the mother. Snakes, chickens, and fish are oviparous animals that do not have the same navel as humans.

A person who does not have a navel must not be a person.

"Woo~~Woo~~" A savage woman like her actually looked at the baby boy in her arms and cried, "You actually tortured yourself like this in order to surprise me~~"

"Well...... old man was sometimes dumbfounded by his old woman's narcissism. "Once Nuwa created people, Taiyi Zhenren used lotus root to create a new body for Nezha, Guo Pu sprinkled beans into soldiers, Maoshan paper man, I read thousands of books and finally understood why the creation of people is listed as a forbidden technique in the six worlds of gods and demons, haha~~~ woo~~"

The old man didn't know whether he wept with joy or sorrow, but two deep tears crisscrossed his tired cheeks. He has enough qualifications to cry, because he is already a god-level cultivator, although there are many examples of becoming an immortal as a god throughout the ages, every dynasty and every generation, but in recent years, the road of cultivating immortals has become more and more difficult, and there are more and more desires and miscellaneous thoughts.

It turns out that the more difficult it is to find books for true immortal cultivation, the more talented people who truly cultivate immortals are also rare. The most important thing about cultivating immortals is spirituality. Stupid people can make up for it with diligence in ordinary things, but the hundred-year plan in cultivating immortals must have a very high understanding and a very high spirituality.

The old man's infant who has long been a god is indeed because of his own selfishness, but not to please his wife, but for the great task of the world, the true mission of the shadow gate.

A person's selfishness is actually for the world, how broad-minded he is!