Chen Yi leans back to the plum tree, reminiscing about the past and turning into ordinary years.

Time.

Some mixed feelings.

When he and Dong Yunyue first arrived in Gusu, the plum tree was just an obscure plum tree, no one cared about it, spring buds and winter sprouts, a flash in the pan, and a moment of beauty.

Just to let Zhao Die'er have a physique suitable for cultivation.

Even he didn't expect that a wisp of fantasy dream rules that were casually inserted into the body of the plum tree back then would be able to help the plum tree metamorphose, and then produce the treasure sorghum fruit.

That's right.

The yellow sorghum fruit that these monks dreamed of fighting for desperately was just his ordinary dream, and those magical powers were the three thousand magical powers that the white fox passed on to him.

The way of immortals, the difference between truth and fiction.

Immortals are real, and all dreams are illusory.

A thought of the avenue, floating life is like a dream, all living beings are in a dream, if you wake up against the dust, from the virtual to the real, that is, to prove the self, the self is strong, that is, the immortal fetus!

Chen Yi has enlightenment, quietly guarding the spiritual platform, his mind is empty, his consciousness is immersed in the clouds and mist, he penetrates the deep Taoist rules, the branches of the plum tree are swaying, and the surrounding divine light is more dazzling, and he is fully assisted.

Pavilion bubbles.

A mortal farmer, facing the loess with his back to the sky, working at sunrise, resting at sunrise, diligent and diligent, but the county officials often exploit and oppress, and cannot get rid of poverty.

One day, a monk came to the village.

Seeing that the mortal has good roots and bones, and wants to accept disciples, the mortal takes out a few copper plates, sends the monk away, and does not mention the matter of monasticism, and his wife is very puzzled and asks the reason.

The mortal replied with a smile: "The lord above said that he is just some charlatan." ”

This story is not the way of dreams, but it also hides the true meaning of the way of dreams.

For the monks, all the worldly things are nothing more than a passing thing.

But in the mortal world, asking for immortals is like the water moon, ethereal and ethereal.

"It is said that great wisdom is foolish, great ingenuity is clumsy, great profit is like rushing, great argument is like ne, great straightness is like bending, great success is lacking, elephant is invisible, generous is not cornered, and great sound is hopeful..."

"Seeing is not necessarily true, and hearing is not necessarily false.

"Speaking of which, it is a Dao heart, all sentient beings, transformed by Dao dreams, there is no one who does not have Dao nature, if you believe it, it will be true, if you don't believe it, it will be false, and the truth and emptiness are only in one thought."

Chen Yi twisted his knees, an indescribable Taoist rhyme diffused and rippled, his mood sublimated, and he faintly glimpsed the threshold of transformation after beheading, and laid a solid foundation.

Outside the clouds.

The Blood Demon Ancestor took advantage of the distraction of the monks to exterminate the pursuers, and joined Danyangzi, and the two joined forces to repel Yi Qinglan, who had no intention of fighting, and showed their magic to escape.

Never left the secret realm.

Just because he was also curious about the man's heels, based on the previous things, the Blood Demon Ancestor roughly guessed: "This person can't be the legendary Heavenly Emperor, right?" ”

"Nine times out of ten."

Danyangzi said solemnly.

"How do you think of this Heavenly Emperor compared to Chen Changsheng? Which is stronger and which is weaker? The Blood Demon Ancestor stared at the hazy clouds and asked, he couldn't see through the other party's limits.

"It's not easy to compare."

A monk who has just embarked on the path of cultivation or is ignorant and ignorant only measures Tianjiao by his realm, he really doesn't like Chen Changsheng, but he can't deny that Chen Changsheng's talent is unparalleled.

Two thousand years ago.

The war between the two realms of righteousness and demons was fought for nearly a thousand years, and was completely ended by Chen Changsheng alone, regardless of his position, which made him famous in history.

The peak of Yuanying is the limit of the times, not the limit of Chen Changsheng.

And this mysterious Heavenly Emperor seems to be the same kind of person as Chen Changsheng, surpassing the same generation, at least in the illusion of dreams, and going farther than everyone.

It's hard to judge, to put it bluntly, they are a bunch of mediocre people who don't deserve to be judged.

Suddenly.

The clouds and mist around the plum tree dissipated, and the hearts of the group cultivators present instantly rose to their throats.

Chen Yi stretched his waist: "Inherit your enlightenment, since you have a heart to transform into a form, today I will pass on your method of enlightenment, and hope that Yi will one day cultivate the body of the soul." ”

He lifted his finger and tapped it lightly on a branch.

The spirit is like a canopy, extinguished in a moment: "If he walks in the world in his year, he should be kind to others, do good deeds, accumulate merits, and accumulate good fortune, so as to achieve positive results, Yi Che remember." ”

His own hands have been stained with the blood of too many innocent monks, and he has sinned heavily, this is not his intention, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no need to turn back.

The plum tree is ignorant, and it can still be taught.

Just as he tried his best to prevent Beihuang and others from indiscriminately creating and killing karma, all kinds of cause and effect were inflicted on my body, my left hand was stained with the blood of the world's enemies, and my right hand wiped out the immortal sins of life.

You are well, I should have no regrets.

Suddenly, there is a strange fragrance, fragrant and rich, and then the plum tree is full of snow-white flowers, bearing fruit, dozens of yellow sorghum fruits are scrambling, and the branches are falling with a bang.

All of them were suspended in front of Chen Yi.

Outsiders can't get off the bridge: it is a yellow sorghum fruit, a rare treasure of heaven and earth, not long ago, they were fighting for their heads, and there were countless casualties.

However, an even more incredible scene is yet to come.

"I want this thing to be useless, just take nine."

Chen Yi smiled warmly, waved his sleeves, and the Heavenly Kingdom in his palm happened to contain nine yellow sorghum mortal fruits, and each of them in Chan Hongyi had one, and it was difficult for him to bring one to Ning Yuan.

Looked at.

The blood pressure of others soared, and they couldn't wait to rush up and snatch the remaining yellow sorghum fruit.

The branches of the plum tree shook again, indicating that this was her last fruit, and when she transformed into shape, she would not be able to bear fruit, Chen Yi was slightly stunned, and then clasped his palms and smiled lightly:

"Then give it to someone who is destined."

Let's talk about it.

The mana rolled up dozens of yellow sorghum mortal fruits, threw them at will, countless streamers lit up the deep night, and the ethereal and melodious fairy music spread all over the land of Longhan, and the world looked up.

Mercy.

The yellow sorghum fruit is like a meteor scattered, intertwined with the starry sky, from the countryside to the town, from the mountains to the rivers, a brilliant tassel, falling from the sky.

Bask in the starlight.

The hearts of the people of the world have been comforted like never before, and they have nothing to do with spiritual practice.

The plum tree was also happy, Chen Yi patted the trunk, blowing out the fairy air, the Russian wind was fierce, and the surrounding monks were taken out of the Gusu ruins, and finally, he went straight to the thousand carp.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized.

The complete "A Dream of Huangliang" is supernatural, Chen Yi rubbed her head, did not say a word from beginning to end, and left quietly.

Looking at the flattered thousand carp like a treasure, Beihuang slowly narrowed his graceful and luxurious frost eyes, and an inexplicable murderous wisp spread, the chill was unexpectedly steep, and the cold was biting.

But if she asked why, she couldn't tell...