"Jiajia Building, Zhenzhen Building, Zhenzhen!" Ma Xiaoling muttered in despair. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now we have to find out the origin of this so-called Zhenzhen Building. Since I can think of Wang Zhenzhen, those rats hiding in the dark may not be unexpected. This may be another layout for you. During the day, the sound of Ming roared like thunder in Ma Xiaoling's ears. will be distracted, Ma Xiaoling, call back.

"Zhenzhen, where are you, come out to see me, Zhenzhen!" Ma Xiaoling walked like a fly, and quickly rushed into Zhenzhen Building.

There were quite a few residents in the building, and they were all a little eccentric, the bearded elders, the old men who had been dragged to the ground, but they were square dancing in the corridors. An eight-foot man with a little red cinnabar mark on his eyebrows, holding a mop, mops the floor along the corridor with an indifferent expression. There are gorgeously dressed women with beautiful faces, squatting at the door of the room, constantly hiding their faces and crying bitterly, and I don't know if they are out of love or what. More rich middle-aged, nodding to a leprosy dog. An old man over eighty years old brings tea and water to a boy who looks no more than five or six years old, just like a grandson.

At Ma Xiaoling's speed, she quickly walked around the familiar and unfamiliar Zhenzhen Building, but after searching the entire building, there was no trace of Wang Zhenzhen.

"Auntie, have you ever met Wang Zhenzhen, that is, this girl? Ma Xiaoling took out her wallet and took out a photo of Wang Zhenzhen from it.

The appearance is graceful and rich, although the clothes are simple, but there are more than a dozen followers behind them, and the women who are surging back and forth, glanced at the photo in Ma Xiaoling's hand, and said coldly: "Who do you call aunt? Am I very old?"

Ma Xiaoling suppressed the urgency in her heart, squeezed out a smile and said: "Not old! Not old! Eldest sister, have you seen Wang Zhenzhen?"

"I haven't seen it, but if you go to the storeroom on the top floor and look for Lao Ji, he should know. The eldest sister in Ma Xiaoling's mouth finally pointed out a clear way.

In the storage room on the top floor, a middle-aged man with a resolute face was squatting at the door smoking, sloppy clothes, and embarrassed stubble, which could not hide his deep and bright eyes.

This is a man who is still very attractive even if he is down.

"Are you Lao Ji?" Ma Xiaoling asked directly.

"That's right! I'm Lao Ji!" The middle-aged man snuffed out the cigarette butt with his hand, and then solemnly put the remaining half of the cigarette into his cigarette box.

"An eldest sister told me that you know Wang Zhenzhen's whereabouts. Ma Xiaoling said.

Lao Ji showed a mocking smile on her face: "She is so old, and she still asks the little girl to call her eldest sister, and she doesn't know how to be ashamed." ”

"Please answer my question, don't change the subject!" Ma Xiaoling directly took out her stick, trying to intimidate the old Ji in front of her.

"Put away your wand! this thing is useless to me. Saying that, Lao Ji looked at Ma Xiaoling, and suddenly said, "Lao Ma, since you're here, don't you come out to see me?"

A golden divine dragon flew out of Ma Xiaoling's body and transformed into an old man who was over the age of old: "The nether divine dragon Ma Rulong has seen Emperor Ziwei!"

"Are you the Emperor Ziwei?" aren't you Lao Ji?" asked Ma Xiaoling in surprise. She is very calm, after all, she has even seen the legendary Nuwa, and it is not unusual for a crape myrtle emperor to suddenly appear.

"When I was not enlightened, my common name was Bo Yi Kao, surnamed Ji, and now I am dripping into the dust, no longer immortal, and I am still breathing, how can I get the name of Ziwei Emperor again. Lao Ji sighed, looked at the Ma family's divine dragon, Ma Rulong said: "I didn't expect you to weaken so quickly, I thought that you should be able to escape with the support of the Ma family's bloodline." ”

Ma Rulong said: "Mortals are confused, and the immortal saint dissipates. Now that I have entered the immortal register, how can I be spared? ”

"What the hell is going on?" Bai Ming was also completely confused, could it be that in this Zhenzhen Mansion, all those Heavenly Immortals and Buddhas who disappeared lived?

"I don't care if you are the Emperor of Ziwei or not, hurry up and hand over Zhenzhen to me, otherwise I want you to look good. "Sure enough, it's Ma Xiaoling's style, it's still so domineering, threatening the Emperor Ziwei, and there is no psychological burden at all.

"I'm just an old lady who manages the utility room now, and what else can I do to kidnap others. Miss Ma is afraid that she has found the wrong person. Lao Ji said lightly.

Ma Xiaoling's eyes flashed, and she hit Lao Ji directly with a stick, but was stopped by Ma Rulong beside her.

"Xiaoling, don't be impulsive! I think Your Majesty should give you an explanation. ”

Lao Ji took out the cigarette box, took out the half of the cigarette, put it in front of her nose and sniffed it, and finally seemed to be reluctant to smoke, and put it back again.

During the day, he couldn't see it, so he took out a good cigarette from his storage and handed it to Lao Ji.

Lao Ji took the cigarette handed over by Bai Tianming, but did not look at it, but threw it aside at random and discarded it like grass shoes.

"Young man, it's useless! Your Majesty smokes not cigarettes, but incense, and now the world is sinking, and all evils are rising, although there are temples that are covered with green smoke all day long, but no one is a believer in the good. Although the immortal Buddha is high, there must be incense to worship, maintain the righteous path of the world, and store the pure goodness of the world. Ma Rulong sighed and said.

Lao Ji said: "The young man has good intentions, why do you bother to say it, it is embarrassing." ”

Ma Rulong rolled his eyes and stopped talking. Lao Ji threw the cigarette handed over by Bai Tianming and threw it aside, if he didn't explain it clearly, he was afraid that it would be even more embarrassing!

"It's all nonsense, I don't care if you immortals live or die, I just want to know what happened to Zhenzhen. Ma Xiaoling is still fierce and unmoved.

Lao Ji smiled bitterly: "I also want to know, how is Zhenzhen now! Do you know who Zhenzhen is?"

"Tell me clearly!" Ma Xiaoling saw that the topic turned to the main topic, her eyes widened, and she finally put away the magic wand again.

"If you want to know who Wang Zhenzhen is, first of all, you must figure out what god and what is an immortal Buddha. Lao Ji said.

"Hurry up! Don't be sloppy!" Ma Xiaoling seemed to be wielding a leather whip, urging behind her back.

Lao Ji touched his stubble and continued: "Gods, they are those Pangu people who jumped out of the Three Realms and are not in the Five Elements, they created this world, but they always bring disasters to this world. The immortals and Buddhas are the wise, benevolent, and benevolent beings born from the creatures bred in this world, and after a long period of cultivation and practice, the spirit has reached a new height, and can exist separately from the body. ”

It's just that this kind of existence is not eternal, and it needs to be maintained by the right path and good thoughts in the world. When the world becomes sinking, people no longer have faith, and become more and more self-absorbed and numb, we, the immortals and Buddhas, will gradually lose our power and drip from the immortal world to mortal dust. ”

Bai Tianming listened to Lao Ji's explanation, but what he thought was something else in his heart.

Lao Ji's explanation of the Immortal Buddha seems to be barely reasonable, but this has a great contradiction with the cognition that Bai Tianming obtained from the Ghost King, which is not reasonable.

Either that, or this old Ji is lying. Either his own memory has also been deleted... But can anyone really delete the memory of the dignified Ziwei Emperor?

The answer is yes, of course.

The immortals and Buddhas in the Zhenzhen Mansion are all real.

But it's fake.

They are all just immortal Buddha imprints cut out of Huashan Mountain.

The people in the Daomen also intervened by taking the opportunity of the Zombie Ancestor to deduce the way forward. Put some of the immortal Buddha imprints that have been collected into this world. Find the opportunity, collect the power of fate and huge incense, so as to form stable coordinates and pull the real ancient immortal Buddha to leap over.

"You still didn't mention Wang Zhenzhen. "Bai Ming can't figure out what this is, only the problem of transfer.

"Wang Zhenzhen is a wisp of good thoughts, the last wisp of pure good thoughts drawn from the world by all our immortal Buddhas. The purpose of her existence is to help the world through difficult times and guide the people of the world to good. It's just a pity that we failed. And twice. Lao Ji said meaningfully.

"Between the Pangu clan and the three books of heaven, earth and man, they are old enemies, and they both want to fight for the control of heaven and earth. We, the immortals and Buddhas, are just some special souls living in the cracks, trying in vain to turn things around, but before the start of the game, they have been swept out of the chessboard. Although Lao Ji's tone was indifferent, it revealed unwillingness.

"In that case, why did you build this Zhenzhen Mansion?" Bai Tianming asked again.

Although the last good thoughts represented by Wang Zhenzhen have dissipated, her story and her existence still guide some people to yearn for simplicity and beauty. We built Zhenzhen Mansion on the original site of Jiajia Building, just to borrow this last shred of kindness and survive. Lao Ji replied embarrassedly.

What Lao Ji said was true or false, Bai Tianming and Ma Xiaoling couldn't tell the difference. This treasure mansion is strange, although these immortals and Buddhas claim to have lost their dust, but it is difficult to guarantee that they still retain some amazing means. No one can stand it.

However, part of the mystery has been solved, but with it comes more confusion. All kinds of thoughts were messing up in Bai Tianming's mind, making him unable to see the way forward.

In fact, don't say it's daylight at this moment.

Even the ancient heroes have lost their grasp of this world.

In order to seize his fate, Gu Chuanxia made many arrangements. But now Buddhism and Taoism are interfering, and even Confucianism...

Gu Chuanxia looked at Shao Yong, who was looking for him again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I learned someone else's Huangji Sutra, and I want to refine one myself. Sure enough, the Lord came to the door.

"Your arrangement, I guessed a few points. There are too many variables now, and many things are beyond the control of the Emperor Sutra that you have refined. After all, it was made in a hurry, and the illusory history in it occupies the vast majority. ”

"If the Dream Lord is willing to agree to my request, I may not be able to lend you this book of the Emperor's Classics to relieve your urgent needs. ”

(To be continued.) )