Falling, falling at breakneck speed.

Linghua held Bihu's corpse and landed continuously in the sound of hunting wind in the deep pit. The bottom of the pit is not hard dirt, and it is not an infernal hell.

Countless lights and shadows flew by, and this hole in the earth that fell from the sky seemed to be a portal through time, bringing her body and mind back to where it should be.

Linghua's consciousness gradually blurred, and the speeding phantom swept through his brain, and everything in front of him became unreal.

In the air, she spread her hands in complete relaxation, her body melting like wax, and then reshaping in the fall, turning into a spirit body, falling on the white of cotton wool.

The touch underneath me is warm and soft, like a quilt from a morning in the summer. A strong sense of sleepiness hit, and Linghua slowly fell asleep.

"Huh? Why are you asleep here? and lazy and not working!"

I don't know where the loud voice came from was deafening, Linghua woke up suddenly, raised his eyes and looked at the comer.

The woman was holding a broom, tall and large, with thin eyes and bent eyebrows, pointing in her direction and shouting noisily.

"I really don't know how you can come to the nave to do things, not only can't do anything, but you're lazy when you're free? Let you sweep the floor, you play with leaves, and even wipe a spiritual weapon and dare to sleep!"

She picked up the broom and was about to beckon to Linghua: "You dare to sleep!"

Linghua was about to make a move to resist, when suddenly a round ball rolled neatly under him.

The ball flipped over twice, yawned and stretched, and straightened out the clothes on his body.

"Sister Xiaguang, do you have something to do with me?" She laughed happily, not seeing the other party's anger at all, and even revealing a little clear stupidity.

"Oh, is it because of this?" She stretched out her hands as if begging for something, "Yesterday's fairy grass hasn't been given to me yet."

Xiaguang picked up the broom and slapped her ass: "Have you wiped all the spiritual weapons? After I finished my duty, I will ask me for the food I want to eat!"

"Oh...... But there's a lot more, I can't wipe them all......" She withdrew her hand stupidly, picked up the rag on the ground and obediently wiped the spiritual weapon that could not be seen at a glance.

Xia Guang took out a booklet from his bosom and read it aloud: "Yesterday's sprinkling and sweeping was not completed, and the day before yesterday watered the flowers and waterlogged the spiritual flowers, and the day before yesterday ......."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, I'll wipe it right away." She took a Buddha statue from the jade lattice and wiped it from top to bottom.

"Shen Bi, you should be more industrious. Now there is a lot of chaos in the heavenly court, whether it is a god or an immortal, they all only care about their own cultivation and pleasure, and do not ask about human affairs.

Don't say it's me, even the immortals above have no one to take care of, they have nothing to do all day long, except for making treasures together is to go into the painting and visiting the landscape, and don't do a single thing, it's very messy."

Xia Guang conjured a veil and wiped it with her: "If we are also lazy, how can the great heavenly court be maintained? You should take the initiative to do something, otherwise a little fairy like you and me, who no one cares about, will not have a bright future."

Shen Bi cried and put the Buddha statue back into the lattice: "Then what should I do? I only eat fairy grass, and I often get into trouble, so I will never be able to get out of the nave to reach the heavens?"

Xiaguang grabbed her ears: "What a dream! It's good to be able to go to the throne of the Chongyu Immortal Monarch who manages the middle hall, class is the most insurmountable thing, and you still want to see the Emperor of Heaven? Just think about it slowly."

Shen Bi nodded and said no more, as if she understood and didn't understand.

Xia Guang wiped the two spiritual weapons and said, "You really don't understand anything, and you don't know how such a little lotus cultivated into an immortal...... You stay here and wipe it slowly, and I'll go and prepare incense for Chongyu Immortal."

Shen Bi nodded obediently, and after seeing Xiaguang leaving, he threw the cloth in his hand, looked left and right, and secretly ran out of the Jade Pavilion.

She snorted coldly as she walked: "Sister Xiaguang is really bad, she ran out to find a way out by herself, and left me here alone to do the work of a few people, so I won't stay here stupidly!"

Linghua walked up and followed behind her, silently thinking.

Did you return to the Heavenly Realm?

Every plant and tree here is very familiar, but many subtleties reveal a lot of strangeness. It's like the glow fairy, she hasn't seen it in her memory.

But Shen Bi, she remembers.

It was this stupid-looking fairy who gave her the name "Jianxin". It was also not long after meeting Shen Bi that the heart mirror was broken, and she entered the world to find the remnant mirror.

But at this moment, the broken mirrors have not been collected, why do they return directly to the heavenly court? Could it be ......

Linghua stepped forward to take a closer look at Shen Bi's face, this girl's immature face was very similar to Bihu in Peach Blossom Village, and there was undisguised innocence and a hint of cunning between her eyebrows.

can be sure that Shen Bi is Bihu's previous life, so is she the beginning of Bihu's tragic fate in life?

Just as he was about to step forward to talk to Shen Bi, suddenly a deep and empty voice came from nowhere: "You're back."

Linghua looked back, but only heard his voice and couldn't see him.

"You're back." The man repeated, the ethereal fluorescent outline of his figure, sipping tea under a trellis not far from her.

Linghua recognized him at a glance: "Daoist Yang? How can you be in the heavenly realm?"

Yang Xichi shook his head, took out the fragments of the heart mirror from his arms, and carefully put them together. White swirls roll up in the residual mirror, revealing an image.

There was a deep pit in front of the dilapidated thatched house, and Qingyoumen and his party were lying on the edge of the pit discussing and discussing, and there was a Taoist chief with a staff who threw a small pebble downward.

It didn't take long for Linghua to feel that something seemed to be above her head, and when she looked up, the stone fell from the sky and happened to fall at her feet.

She was surprised to pick it up, but her hand penetrated the stone and scooped up only a handful of air. At the same time, the edges of the stone blurred and swayed, and then slowly disappeared.

There was a voice of surprise in the mirror: "How did the stone return to Yang Shouzao's hands?"

They were overwhelmed by the big pit, and some even wanted to jump off and try it themselves.

Take a closer look, among these people are Ning Suhe, Miao Jin disguised as Zhao Ji'an, and Yang Xichi who is holding a stone and looking at the sky.

Linghua was puzzled, since Yang Xichi was still in Zhaoyuan, who was the person opposite at this moment?

"Mirror of the Heart, you seem to be very confused, you wonder who I am, and even more so where you and I live. Don't panic, I'll answer them all for you." The man stood up, paced in front of her, and placed the mirror in her hand.

"This place is true or false, a past you don't know about, and the origin of all earthly things. You've found it, and it's good."

The moment it touched his fingers, the remnant mirror disappeared like a stone, and only Linghua's hand hung in the air.

"The present is a thousand years ago, and the things of the future cannot remain in the past, so only the people or things that exist in the present exist. For example, the stones of the right people are the same as the mirror of the heart, they do not belong here, so they have to go back to their original places."

He looked at Linghua with a smile, "But you're different. Bihu's tremendous spiritual power and obsession have prompted the Mind Mirror to take you to her entire past, you are a spirit body, as long as the Mind Mirror is not destroyed, your spirit can wander here at will."

"And this place under your feet is the heavenly realm, which can also be seen as the enchantment created by Bihu through the heart mirror. The pit carved out by the thunder that day is the bridge connecting the human world and the enchantment, and it can be passed through within the three realms."

He paused for a moment, and suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a sudden darkness darkened somewhere in the sky: "It's better to seal it temporarily, but it can keep the realm of memories from being disturbed."

"I see." Linghua nodded, and looked at this face that was exactly the same as Yang Xichi, "I don't know what is the relationship between the Divine Monarch and Yang Daochang?"

"Sure enough, that's the question. I am him, and he is not me." He returned to the flower stand and poured a cup of tea and handed it to Linghua, "Linghua girl, the tea in Cloud City is not as delicious as the Heavenly Realm, you can taste it."

Linghua hesitated to take the tea and didn't drink it: "What does the Divine Monarch mean by this? Yang Daochang summoned the summoning spirit when he was overtaking Chen Wan, but the power of the Divine Monarch was transformed?"

He smiled and bowed, and his demeanor was much more amiable than Yang Xichi's: "The Void Yan is indeed the spirit of my seat, and it is on duty at the place of the King of Hades. This boy knows my breath, and runs up to find him, and he is really playful."

The more Linghua listened, the more strange he became, he had been in the heavenly realm for hundreds of years, and he had never seen an immortal who looked the same as Yang Xichi, let alone heard of any god monarch

There is a summoning spirit on duty in the underworld.

The man seemed to hear her heart, plucked a leaf from the trellis and soaked it in the cup: "The gods are not immortal, just like me and this leaf, the leaf is coming to an end, and I can see that the leaves fall year after year and return to the roots.

It may seem like a long time, but there will be a day when the leaves will fall. You don't know me, because when you came, I was a withered leaf, and when you go, I will return to my roots."

"But I know everything about you, and what Bihu has done to disturb the order of the world must be controlled." He nodded his index finger, "Yang Xichi is from here."

Linghua sat across from him with a teacup: "Is it made by the Divine Monarch with his own flesh and bones?"

"Jianxin, you guessed wrong." He squeezed his thumb the pads of his fingers, and a bead of blood floated on his skin, "A drop of blood."

In other words, this unknown Divine Monarch turned Yang Xichi into Yang Xichi with a drop of blood on his finger when the oil ran out. Then the summoning spirit Xuyan ran out from under the Hades and found Yang Xichi, and became his summoning spirit.

Linghua sorted out the information in his mind, and couldn't help but feel that Yang Xichi's origin was so big.

He is a drop of blood of the Divine Monarch, and he is bound to inherit some divinity, so he has a longer lifespan than ordinary people, and his mana is strong enough to purify evil.

But just a drop of blood, does a person who has been transformed have such a strong mana? And the claim of this drop of blood......

Linghua suddenly remembered the little monk Zhixin in the Jingyin Temple. Jing Shu said that Zhixin was transformed by a drop of blood of Emperor Qinghua, and he was an immortal official in the heavenly realm, in charge of maintaining order in the world.

Yang Xichi was transformed by blood, and so was the twilight line. And when Twilight appeared, Yang Xichi happened to rest for 7749 days because of the use of summoning spirit turtles, and also gave Linghua three paper figures to drive Qingyou's disciples.

At that time, she looked at these two things separately and did not feel that they were related in the slightest, but now that she thinks about it, Zhixin's ring scar is fake, and the timing of its appearance is also very clever.

Don't...... Yang Xichi is twilight?

The person in front of him must be the Qinghua Emperor who respects and forgiveness, and the center is the common people in the world.

Linghua stood up suddenly and saluted him respectfully: "Linghua, the heart mirror, has seen Emperor Qinghua."

Emperor Qinghua helped her weakly: "You don't have to salute. Although I have not personally descended to the realm, all the memories of the world remain."

Linghua became a little more restrained when he heard this: "So, you also remember what Ning Suhe did to Dusk Xing Immortal Monarch in the Jingyin Temple......

"It doesn't matter." Emperor Qinghua waved his hand in a dashing manner, "Whether it is Yang Xichi or Zhixin, they are all doppelgangers of Dusk Xing, and they are all on my orders to lead everyone's fate to the right path. What you say is too small to mind."

"Coincidentally, it seems that I have a good fate with you, and it is Tianqi, the father of Henggu, who has come to take over the task of maintaining the world. Although he doesn't have many Taoist practices, it is more than enough to take over the twilight line."

His figure swayed, like a stone that had disappeared, and the next moment he was going to return to where he was supposed to be.

"Jianxin, you just need to help Bihu get back to where she should be and restore stability in the world." Emperor Qinghua said quite seriously, "This matter is not your responsibility, but everything is closely related to you, and getting involved in it becomes one of them, in order to maintain the normal operation of the world."

"Jianxin, gather all the broken mirrors as soon as possible, and come back while I still exist. I want to look through you and see all the people in the past."

Linghua looked at the dissipating figure of Emperor Qinghua, lowered his head and said, "Okay, you have to wait for me."