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Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, did Zhuang Zhou dream of butterflies, or did butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou? In the previous life, the philosopher Zhuang Zhou had this question, but in this life, among the butterflies dancing, Fang Xing also sighed.

All the phenomena in the world appeared in front of him, and Fang Xing didn't know if this scene was familiar. For a while, he was three catties of cattle in Jiangcun; After a while, he was Lu Guihua from the neighboring village again; His mind is a little trance, he doesn't know the years, he doesn't know the past and the present, but in the trance, he can clearly remember every little thing in life.

He remembered that he was a middle-aged man with three catties of ox, dark skin, and taciturn, a native of Dongpingjiang Village, with a wife and a daughter at home, and his family was poor, with only two acres of rotten land, and it was difficult to make a living. He could only travel all day long, doing some hard work for others. He worked hard to make his wife live better at home, to eat a mouthful of poached eggs every month, and to buy a reasonable dowry for his growing daughter, so that she would not be looked down upon by her in-laws in the future......

Although such a life is fortunate, it is still passable. However, after the outbreak of the displaced people's unrest, he was unfortunately coerced by a gang of robbers while working abroad. Since then, he has been involuntarily living in a cottage, forced by robbers to work all day, and can only feed his hunger with wild fruits every day, and only have an inch of linen clothes in the cold wind, but he has to do the heaviest and hardest work all day long. Hungry and cold, suffering day and night, his body has gradually exhausted, and he is about to die in the barren mountains and wilderness, and he will never see his wife and daughter at home again.

"Yuqingzun God, great mercy Yuqingzun God, please have mercy, I don't want to die, I want to go home, I want to go home to see my wife and daughter......" He dragged his broken body and cowered in a remote part of the mine, his back, face, and legs were dripping with blood, these were the scars of the robber's whipping. The robbers knew he was no longer good, and after whipping him, they left him here to die.

There were dry bones around him, the howl of a jackal could be heard in the distance, Niu Sanjin curled up, his eyelids were heavy, he seemed to close his eyes and sleep, away from the physical pain, away from the hunger in his stomach, away from everything, but he knew that once he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he would die. He doesn't want to die yet, he still wants to go home......

"Yuqing Venerable God, be merciful......" There was a foul smell of wind on his face, this was an equally hungry jackal, carefully testing this flesh man that was gradually losing its heat. Niu Sanjin wanted to roar, but he had no strength, he wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move. Slowly, he felt the flesh on his face slowly being broken open with a file, and it hurt his heart and lungs. Blood flowed and the sound of whimpering eating.

The jackal beast was eating him.

When the ways of the world, which are more ferocious than the wolves and beasts, whip him, humiliate him, oppress him, and squeeze him to the last breath, those who are more ferocious than the beasts, leave him here, and let the beasts eat his flesh and eat his flesh!

The ox fell to the gravel, his chest had been bitten open, and the beasts greedily fought with each other in their mouths, fighting for blood and flesh all over the ground. His eyes were wide open, and there was blood in them, and he took his last breath and shouted: "Yuqing Venerable God, be merciful, let this jackal be a little cleaner in the world!" Be merciful! ”

The mountain wind howled, the jackal whimpered, and no one responded to his voice.

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"Be merciful, God, let my man come back with three catties." Fang Xing remembered that he was Lu Guihua from Wang Village, and when he was fifteen years old, he married Niu Sanjin from a neighboring village with a bowl of poached eggs as a dowry. A woman from a poor family who fails to bring a dowry to the door will always be laughed at. (More new chapters, please go to, Tian/Wing/Text/Study/) She worked as a cow and a horse in the Niu family, and she couldn't even eat an egg all year round, and finally survived her in-laws, and her life was finally a little better.

At this time, her daughter is also getting older, and parents should always think about their daughter, she doesn't want her daughter to repeat the mistakes of the past, so she has the heart to save a decent dowry for her daughter. Fortunately, although her man is silent and can type a word with a hoe, he is a sincere person who can work hard. She works at home, he works outside, and every penny of hope for his daughter's future.

However, the sky is unpredictable. A few days ago, after her man, Niu Sanjin, went to work abroad, there was no news back. I heard that the world outside is very chaotic, and there are robbers and horse thieves everywhere, but the men in her family have not heard from them. Lu Guihua was very worried, but she didn't dare to think about it, for fear that she would think of something bad and make her unacceptable. She is a woman, and she can't go out to find her husband, so she can only quietly pray to the merciful Yuqing Zun God, and ask someone to talk to her husband who doesn't know where he is.

"Three pounds of cows, three pounds of cows,

Your daughter-in-law's name is Lu Guihua.

Lu Guihua asked a question,

Have you been back lately? ”

She hid in the room, hugged the invited idol in her arms, and prayed to the god of great mercy in a reverent whisper: "Great mercy and great compassion Yu Qingzun God, you can be merciful, so that my man can come back quickly, come back safely, I also cooked a bowl of poached eggs and waited for him to come back to eat......"

The clay statue of the god, watching her tears drip into the dust, listening to her low cry, but dumbfounded, silent.

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Fang Xing remembered that his name was He Bin, he was an honest man, extremely filial, and had an old mother at home, who was very old. He gave up his job as a scribe in the county town and returned to his hometown, where he taught in the countryside on weekdays so that he could take care of his mother nearby. Life is uneventful, but it is also a beautiful thing to serve my mother every day and have family fun with my mother. However, one day, the strongman suddenly came, burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil.

On that day, he went out with Meng Tong in the private school and survived his death. When he hurried back to the village when he saw the wolf smoke rising, he found that the huge village had turned into a pile of ashes, and the corpses were all over the ground, full of corpses, and the remains of the victims were everywhere. Woohoo, poor his old mother, who was also victimized by the strongman.

Hundreds of families were wiped out in one day, leaving him alone to lead more than a dozen Mengtong to survive. His hometown was destroyed, his mother also died, He Bin's heart was like ashes, and he almost had to accompany his mother to Huangquan Road. However, when he saw the Mengtong who had lost his father and mother and was helpless, he had a few beliefs in his heart to survive. Although the old mother went, he still had to survive and take care of these children, so as not to let Hejia Village be cut off from now on......

He Bin led these children to seek refuge in Hanshan Temple, and was relieved by Hanshan Temple every day, and finally settled down in a safe place. He was a scholar, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods originally, but after he went through such an ordeal, he had some expectations for the ghosts and gods in the dark.

At the moment, he knelt on the grass, and behind him were his students, a dozen or so children with drooping hair, who also fell to their knees in peace, and respectfully bowed to the majestic statue of the golden god in the heavenly light.

"Yuqing Zun God, Yu Qing Zun God, disciple He Cun He Bin, led Meng Tong thirteen people, please respect God: Although He Village has been destroyed, there are still villagers alive in the world. The ancestors have passed away, and then the people are still there, I hope that God will protect me, the world will be peaceful, and everyone will live and work in peace and contentment, so that I can live in peace, so that these Mengtong children can grow up in peace and not be bullied and humiliated......"

The majestic statue of the giant Buddha, under the illumination of the sun, is covered in golden glow, smiling with flowers, but it is speechless. (More new chapters here)

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Fang Xing remembered that his name was Jiang Asheng, and when he was young, his family was killed by the enemy, and he was the only one who escaped by hiding in the latrine. He admired those qi refiners who swallowed clouds and spitted fog and walked against the wind, and wanted to refine qi and practice, cultivate a supernatural power, so as to avenge his family. However, his qualifications were not good, and he could not enter the threshold of the Qi Refining Cultivation Path. Seeing that the son of the enemy had successfully entered the avenue of qi refining and his strength was getting stronger and stronger, but he had achieved nothing, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

In his anxiety, he was accidentally discovered by the enemy and his identity was exposed. The son of the enemy broke the veins of his body, broke the bones of his limbs, and cut off the root of his life, but left half of his life, and let him live like a dog.

"Haha, do you see? To me, you're a dog, and if I want you to die, I can run you over. He remembered in his dreams the arrogant voice of the son of his enemy. However, he was powerless to resist the Qi Refiner in front of him, and could only howl in pain, painful blood flowed from his mouth and eyes, and he rolled uselessly on the ground with his crippled body.

"I hate it! Yuqing Zun God, I hate it so much! I hate that I can't refine qi and cultivate, I hate that I can't take revenge, I hate that I'm so lingering, I want revenge! Yuqing Venerable God, I want revenge, give me the power of revenge! ”

The four fields were silent, the frogs did not chirp, the birds did not crow, there was silence, and there was no god to answer his prayers.

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Fang Xing remembered that his name was Li Hu, he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, he could open a three-stone strong bow, he could hunt tigers and wolves, and he was also a well-known figure inside and outside. However, in this homeless disaster, he was planted. When the robbers attacked, he tried his best to shoot several robbers, but was easily defeated by a young robber.

The feathered arrows that could penetrate the iron armor were easily formed by him with the palm of his flesh; The sharp machete, which can split the hard head of a tiger and leopard with a single blow, is turned into scrap metal when he wipes it casually; All the strength that Li Hu was originally proud of was vulnerable in front of him. With just a flash of a powerful sword in the air, Li Hu was cut off his legs and became a wasted person. However, from beginning to end, the terrifying young man never glanced at him, as if in the eyes of the other party, he was just an ant who didn't care.

'Qi Refiner', Li Hu knew the identity of that young man, in front of this identity, his fame was a bunch of shit;'Eighteen years old', Li Hu heard the age mentioned when someone patted this young man, so young, so that his more than 30 years of martial arts training and strengthening his body became a bunch of jokes; 'Eighteen years old', 'Qi Refiner', 'Four Years of Qi Refining', True Spirit Cultivation in the Second Realm, Li Hu fell in a pool of blood, firmly remembered, it was these that defeated him!

The wound was no longer bleeding, and Li Hu survived, but there was a kind of anger burning in his heart. He carried the Qi Refiner of Hanshan Temple who was treating him on his back, and secretly prayed to the idol: "Yuqing Venerable God, if you are really listening, then I will make a wish, I hope that there will be no superior Qi refiner in the world, so that everyone in the world can practice Qi refining, and there will be no more mortal spirits......

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Scenes of brilliance flowed, one experience after another flashed, and one after another believers' living experiences and sufferings flowed through Fang Xing's heart. The warmth and coldness of the world, the world, firewood, rice, oil and salt, are all slowly tasted by these people, but Fang Xing also suffers with them.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, Fang Xing Dream God, this is Fang Xing dreamed of Niu Sanjin, Lu Guihua, Jiang Asheng...... Or did they dream of Fang Xing?

At that moment, Fang Xing was Niu Sanjin, Lu Guihua, He Bin, Jiang Asheng, Li Hu and thousands of other believers. Some people dream for a thousand years, but Fang Xing dreams of tens of millions of people. When he was observing the experiences and desires of those believers, wasn't he reenacting those scenes and experiencing those sorrows and tribulations one by one?

When he woke up from the dream, Fang Xing was already in tears, looking up to the sky and sighing, "Youlong sky, who is this!" ”

Why is it that there are so many misdeeds happening in the world that befall the innocent? At this moment, Fang Xing is not disease-free**, let alone sad spring and autumn, but after experiencing that bloody life, all his true feelings are revealed.

The long wife rested to cover up the tears and mourn the difficulties of the people's livelihood.

Fang Xing hid his face and sighed, silent for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, he had unconsciously arrived at the Lingtai state of mind. Facing the True Emperor Shengde Heavenly Realm, seven colors of brilliance flowed in his eyes, among which the golden glazed treasure light was the most dazzling.

For Fang Xing, in his worldview, there has never been a savior, and he does not rely on the immortal emperor. To create your own happiness, it all depends on your own hard work. Those who try to be blessed by the gods are poor people who are weak and not strong enough. However, he had never thought of it before, and not all people in the world were as lucky as him to have the memory of heaven and earth; can be born in a family and become a child of a family; He can have a mother who thinks about him wholeheartedly, and two uncles who kiss him......

Fang Xing is lucky, but others are not; Fang Xing is strong, but not everyone is strong; Fang Xing forgot: the reason why people are human is because they are ordinary mortals. Therefore, there is no shame in their confusion, their 'weakness'. For countless ordinary mortals, their bleak lives need a little hope, and they need a faith that can give them strength in the midst of despair.

"Since other gods can't do this, and can't give you what you want, then let me give it!"

Fang Xing took a deep breath, and then bowed deeply to the ground - he was not worshipping the gods, nor was he worshipping anyone. He did this only to give him the last wavering point in his heart—from now on, he will no longer be weak, no longer wavering, no longer confused.

Here he made his second vow.

Fang Xing said: "I would like to be the Emperor of Shengde Zhen......"