On a rainy night, thousands of lights are on.

The dim night sky was cut open, the gate of heaven bloomed majestically, the white wall carved clouds pecked, and the glow stretched for thousands of miles.

Lively, noisy, bustling Chang'an.

Deserted, silent, lonely Chang'an.

On this day, I have seen too many lives and deaths, and ushered in more deaths.

Even if there are heroes who are shocking with their swords, there are also nameless dissipation of the world.

Where is the place to return, where to find the heart.

It was in the sky that the immortals opened the door to welcome the return of the spring god.

But in another word.

Lao Tzu is not.

To be born in the world is to come to the heavens and the earth.

Who is rare about you, the bullshit spring god who sweeps the snow in front of the door.

Shennong pointed to the sky and scolded the sky, scolded for no reason, but scolded justifiably.

The earth immortal who absorbs the luck of the two countries, the human world, does not allow his power to exist.

In the gate of heaven, immortals loomed.

The white-robed and long-bearded immortal Gu Jing Wubo said expressionlessly: "If you don't follow the mandate of heaven, you can rebuild it, or you can solve it." ”

Shennong's young man was arrogant, with his back to the fairy gate, under the vast white jade cloud tower, small and majestic.

"The lonely king saved more than 30,000 people in this life, and practiced in the world for 300 years, and with this merit, he exchanged the prosperity of the country in the 30th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty. ”

The white-bearded fairy whispered: "Yes." ”

Then he turned around and entered the Gate of Heaven.

The night is as long as yesterday.

It's just that outside Chang'an City, there is one more, towering tree.

That is the luck that belongs only to the Great Zhou.

It seems that on the top of the big tree with no end in sight, there is a withered vine that looks like a teenager, looking at Chang'an from afar.

Ten years ago, the young man was proclaimed emperor and founded the country as Zhou.

That's her last name.

She passed away in front of the best physician in the world.

He said that he couldn't go with her yet, he still had something to do, and he couldn't leave this world.

Only with her surname, a new dynasty can be established.

Let the world that belongs to him and her prosper for another forty years.

The young man on the top of the big tree, standing in the wind, seemed to say to the woman:

Behold, this is the world which the lone king hath laid down for thee.

Ten years of waiting, finally waiting for this day, Shura, Jialou, and Shennong. Three strands of luck, bless the Great Week.

Gongyou, Zhou Chengshi.

The autumn rain is still the same, moistening this old soil and sending out new shoots.

A new generation has come.

The civil and military forces of the Great Zhou Dynasty all knelt down in the majestic rain.

At this moment, Nangong finally understood why Bai Liyao's face wet with autumn rain could see such conspicuous tears.

Because it's hot.

The bitter cold after the snow cannot be extinguished, and it belongs to the blood of the Great Zhou.

The Manchu Dynasty civil and military knelt to the Son of Heaven, kneeling was the true recognition in their hearts, the unique emperor of the world.

In this world, since then, who dares to say that Shennong is dumbfounded.

What if you don't go to court for ten years, what if you don't have a rough edge, and what if you are old?

He is the only king of the Great Zhou.

There was a knife to cut Chang'an.

There was once a sword that frightened the immortals.

There is only one person who can settle the world.

In the west of Chang'an City, the girl supported the one-armed man and walked slowly in the rain. She wept, and he smiled.

In the east of Chang'an, millions of dry bones rest in peace, this war from hell ended silently, and no one knows about it.

In Chang'an City, thousands of lights are lit, even if you can see heaven and man, you also feel in a trance, and you don't know why.

Only in the south of Chang'an City, it seems that everyone is getting old this night.

The boy grows into a man and witnesses the coming of a new generation.

And those legends will eventually grow old.

and to die.

The old generation, gone.

......

Jialou, worship the heavens.

This is the mansion of Nai Ho Tian, and it is also the altar of the Jialou Temple.

According to legend, this is the dojo of Kalu.

Only the national teachers of the past dynasties had enough mana to touch the garu.

At the same time, the national teacher also guards the secret of Jialu with the royal family, the incarnation of Jialou in the world.

At this moment, he was sitting on the golden splendid purple futon with his eyes closed, and when he was cultivating his gods, suddenly the glow between the heavenly spirits in the Yin Hall was like a waterfall, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were open, and the ghosts and ghosts were roaring wildly.

Dao light gushed out from his seven orifices, piercing the sky.

The whole of Garudi was illuminated by this light, like the white sun.

It was midnight, and the stars were asleep, and who could see such a spectacle.

Emperor Weiyi woke up in a dream, raised his eyes to look out the window, knew something was wrong, and drove to the Heavenly Mansion.

When Emperor Weiyi came to the Heavenly Mansion, the sky was already dark, and hundreds of civil and military officials were whispering in front of the gate of the Heavenly Mansion, asking the reason.

Seeing the emperor arrive, everyone went to both sides and bowed down to greet each other. Emperor Weiyi didn't see joy or anger, and said: "Zhongqing Chengming Hall is on standby." ”

I wanted to say that today's events should not be spread outside, but the light is so bright that I am afraid I can't hide it.

Then, without waiting for the ministers to react, he dismounted and entered the mansion and went straight to Naihetian.

At this moment, the light of the sky faded, but he was weak, still sitting on the futon, leaning weakly against the wall. Seeing Emperor Weiyi approaching, his eyebrows and eyes were sad, and the clouds were gloomy, and he was almost crying.

"Holy Lord!"

He shouted.

Emperor Weiyi was also frightened, he had never seen such a gaffe in Nai Hetian.

Even if the rebels rebelled against the government that year, and the thief's cold light and bloody blade was on Nai Hetian's neck, he still did not change his color and looked down on the thief.

But now, like a helpless child, he cried and cried.

"Holy Lord!"

Even Emperor Weiyi, who was moody, couldn't help but show a nervous expression: "Naibo, what the hell, what's going on!"

However, he looked at the person in front of him, he was never greedy for life and afraid of death, but this child, who grew up with him since he was a child, although he was the overlord of the world, he respected him as a father. You can do without your own life, you can do without glory and wealth, and you can not want the world.

Only, I can't bear this child.

He slowly stretched out an old and withered hand and stroked Emperor Weiyi's head.

"Bold!" the guards behind Emperor Wei Yi stepped forward with their swords, but they were not completely unsheathed.

He knew that Emperor Weiyi would not blame the national teacher, but he was helpless when he acted on the spot.

"It doesn't matter. Sure enough, Emperor Weiyi let him be disobedient, suddenly melted his expression, and said with a smile: "Naibo, what the hell, what happened." ”

"The way of heaven has fallen, and the end of the world is coming!"

Yesha imperial capital, in the center of Kaifeng City, there is a free Zen temple.

In the national temple where the incense is prosperous, there is a monk wearing a brocade robe interwoven with gold and silver threads, and the seven treasures are embedded on it, it is said that water and fire do not invade, and the five poisons are not harmful.

The jeweled monks smile like Buddhas, which makes pilgrims feel at ease.

His name is the Bodhisattva of Freedom, and he is the symbol of the night brake.

The Great Zhou and Jialou are still late at night, but the night brake is already dawning, the empire symbolized by the Buddha, the incense of the national temple has always been around the beam all night.

Today, the believers also come here early to worship the Buddha sincerely.

The Bodhisattva is now only more than 30 years old, and in Buddhism, there is a reincarnation of the spirit child, so the symbol of the night brake, passed down from generation to generation, but died early.

The last two night brakes were also reincarnated at the age of thirty.

Counting the eight characters of his birthday, almost, it is time for him.

Knowing that time is running out, the Bodhisattva still smiles and bows with the pilgrims, saying auspicious words of blessing.

The night brake was passed down to the third generation, and for him, it was also a complete merit.

Suddenly, the simple, cute big-bellied monk suddenly frowned, sweated profusely, and there seemed to be thunder chanting in his ears, which was deafening.

Suddenly, this kind fat monk seemed to have changed his appearance, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and turned his eyes into angry eyes, and the golden Dharma body with a scepter appeared behind him, gradually turning into a cloud of green smoke and flying away.

After the Dharmakaya was detached, the Bodhisattva of Freedom seemed to have his soul drained and collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

muttered, "Black ...... The night brake is coming......"

The imperial capital of the eight countries has its own differences.

The man of destiny, finally, ushered in his mission.

The end has come.

(End of Volume 1)