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Lin Xingtao just said: "She was hugged by me."

Bu Guozi suddenly realized that this child had been held by Tiandao.

Just when he was holding the child at a loss, Lin Xingtao's voice with a hint of laughter sounded again: "Does the old man really not need the hug of heaven?"

Bu Guozi's cough got stuck in his throat, and when he coughed out tears, a pair of deep eyes appeared in his sight.

He forgot about coughing for a moment and just focused on looking into his eyes.

He sensed a strange fluctuation, perhaps it was the calm and long breath moving from the past to the future, perhaps it was the breath of wind entwining his fingertips when he performed Taoism for the first time, perhaps it was the fact that he was held by his master when he was young. There was blood in his arms for two whole days before he exhaled the faint sound of breathing. Such fluctuations linger around everything in the world, but few people can feel it. Because it is lighter than wind, lighter than water, and thicker than blood.

The preciousness of life is like the gaze falling on his face, gentle and touching.

"How about a hug filled with the aura of heaven?"

Bu Guozi replied: "I didn't expect that I would become an immortal before I died."

He held the child and stood up easily. His long hair slipped out of the jade crown and was unconsciously grasped by the child's fingers.

But when he stood up, he realized that Lin Xingtao did not bend down, and even stood a little far away.

"Senior brother, accompany me to a place."

In an instant, everything around them changed, and they came to a Taoist temple.

This was a broken temple in the past, but now it has nothing to do with the word "broken". There is a shining golden plaque in front of the temple, with the three characters "Qianlong Temple" written on it.

The door was opened, and the big hole in the roof was no longer visible. The two large faded pillars were repainted with bright red, golden statues, and a long table decorated with gold and offering fruits and vegetables.

This is actually the first time Lin Xingtao has come back after he left.

After he captured Dongling County, he was very close to Po Guan. He said, "If you don't become emperor, you won't return home." Then he didn't come back.

Later, when he became emperor, he didn't have time to come back.

Now he's finally back.

[He hopes that when he returns, he will be covered with stars and the moon, and he will be welcomed by everyone. ]

More than just wearing the stars and the moon, everyone expects him to return home.

"Senior brother doesn't like to hear what the little girl likes to hear, so I'll say something else." Lin Xingtao stared at the two curtains fluttering in the wind, "I call the world I come from Earth. Dachu is very similar to the Earth. Words, language, history, a lot of things.”

"Senior brother, do you want to see what the earth looks like?"

Bu Guozi was startled, then slowly shook his head.

"After becoming a fairy, I realized that I didn't even understand this world, so why bother to see another world to increase my curiosity."

"Moreover." His eyes suddenly brightened, "Junior brother! I'm old! I'm going to die! But there are still many young people in this world!"

"They are all young, and they have enough life and curiosity!"

He excitedly raised the baby in his arms and said loudly: "I understand what you mean. Do you want to build a channel between the earth and Dachu to allow the two worlds to communicate?!"

Lin Xingtao kept laughing.

The tacit understanding between their senior brothers rose again.

This is of course a more powerful idea than pretending to be the Ninth Prince in the Taoist temple.

As the head of the Zhengqing Sect and the leader of the Immortal Way, Bu Guozi walked out of the Taoist temple in high spirits, waved his hand, and the power of the immortals spurted out.

A bright light flashed across the sky, and a group of young Taoists wearing moon-white robes appeared blankly.

"These are the disciples of our Zhengqing Sect. The youngest ones all have the ability to be mages. Unlike us, they are all familiar with Taoist classics."

"Let them go to Earth, this is called..." Bu Guozi thought for a moment, "Two Worlds Peace and Friendship Exchange Team?"

He laughed to himself: "The story you told before, the one about the Monkey King, doesn't the demon clan have monkeys, and then there is also the Dragon King. Taking them with you is like traveling to the west of the earth to learn the scriptures."

"No, they are not learning from the scriptures." Lin Xingtao glanced at the group of Taoists, and all the Taoists trembled, "They are the ones who passed on Da Chu's cultivation method to the earth."

"They don't need to learn Earth's technology either."

"Under my watch, Da Chu will become a high-level civilization of cultivating immortals."

There are as many heavenly masters as dogs and earthly immortals walking all over the earth.

"And the earth will become a modern cultivation civilization, with equal emphasis on cultivation and technology."

Bu Guozi smiled: "You are the way of heaven, you decide the future of the world, I can't control you."

He photographed the monks on the ground and laughed louder and louder in the face of the shouts of "Meet the leader".

He relaxed completely.

Zhanran is lifted up by the wind, free and easy.

Gradually, a deep wrinkle climbed up his face, like a knife wielded by time, cutting his smile into an old arc.

The skin became wrinkled, just like the bark of the tree when first seen.

A snow-white beard hung down to the baby's head.

The baby opened its sleeping eyes and looked at the dying old man.

Old man and baby. Death and rebirth.

Under the witness of Heaven, this is the end of one era and the beginning of another.

The disciples of Zhengqing Sect all stopped breathing, the true meaning of life was so clearly presented in front of them.

Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings.

Snow-white wings spread across the vast sky and earth.

An angel with four wings that no one in Da Chu had ever seen took over the baby from the fallen Bu Guozi.

"The Demon Emperor is the former Monkey King Sun Ding, and God's will approves you. You will be the future Human Emperor."

"You have to remember that you are a child valued by Heaven. You have the responsibility for the future of both human and demon races, and the future of both worlds."

The angel flapped its wings gently, and red peonies bloomed on its snow-white wings.

Peony petals are falling.

Fallen red has turned into ever-growing soil.

The soil of the world.

When the disciples of the Zhengqing Sect were preparing for the death of their leader, someone knocked on the door, and she was almost embedded in the door frame. In an instant, Lin Xingtao thought of his former Qingqing.

Of course, she is not Lin Qingqing, she is Shilian.

To be precise, it was Shilian who was possessed by Xiao Hesui.

"I want to know what 'The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan' actually means." Xiao Hesui stared over, "I once thought that this sentence was that I, the swan, was laughing at the sparrow. You who said this sentence were then Are you just a little beggar, or do you already know your identity as a prince?"

Xiao Hesui was actually not sure whether Lin Xingtao's identity as the prince was true until his death.

She thought about whether Lin Xingtao could say such things just because he knew that he was a prince.

When she learned the name "Ling Xingtao", she suspected that she had heard it wrong, and also wondered whether everyone's fate was predestined.

She can only be the daughter of the Phoenix whose destiny cannot be used for herself, while Ling Xingtao is the true dragon emperor who will always rise.

"The bird knows the ambition of the swan. It's not that others' ambitions are too low to be as good as mine, but that people from humble beginnings can reach the top." Lin Xingtao answered her, "I didn't say this."

"The person who said this is a farmer, a real farmer. He has no luck, no hidden identity and bloodline, and no courage and vision from other worlds."

But it was such a farmer who said three sentences that influenced tens of millions of Chinese people and imprinted their spirit into the bones of the Chinese people.

Even if he later became arrogant and lost his virtue, he was still a great figure who should be remembered by history.

Lin Xingtao learned that this article was deleted from the Chinese textbook a year before his spiritual energy recovered. After his spiritual energy recovered, this article was restored.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Xiao Hesui bowed down.

Xiao Hesui disappeared, Shilian's body leaned against the door frame, and another figure walked in slowly.

"She calls you Your Majesty, how should I call you."

The man with white hair and bare feet is none other than Ji Shun, the Dragon King of Luojiang.

"It's up to you, or just call me Lin Xingtao."

Ji Shun opened his lips and held these three words on the tip of his tongue, but in the end he did not say them out.

He sighed: "You succeeded. No matter which Dragon King you promised, you have fulfilled it."

He raised his neck slightly, and Liuli's eyes shone with an inexplicable light: "So you're leaving again, right?"

"If... I want you to stay..."

"Then you are going against heaven." Lin Xingtao said calmly and glanced at him casually.

Ji Shun paused, turned and left.

However, Lin Xingtao's voice suddenly sounded: "—Follow me."

In the distant sky, there are snow particles beating slightly.

The sudden sound drowned out the breath of heaven and earth that the Dragon King could feel.

Ji Shun turned around suddenly, and stepped on the strange warmth with his bare feet, just like the fire dragon Lin Xingtao once stepped on outside the Dragon Palace.

It burns the soul and is like a silent urging.

He saw, not far away, Lin Xingtao's slightly raised corners of his mouth.

"Where to go?" He clenched his hands slightly, in disbelief.

Lin Xingtao's smile made him dizzy.

"No matter where you go."

So Ji Shun took a deep breath.

Answer: "Then it doesn't matter where you go."

He followed the divine way, and Lin Xingtao was the divine way, his way.の思のRabbitの网の

He is willing to follow the way of heaven and follow Lin Xingtao wherever he goes.

Lin Xingtao slowly stretched out his hand.

[Since you consider me your king, I will not let you die. ]

[I will not be an evil dragon, nor will I die, because I have a dragon to help me. The dragon king will not die or violate the divine way, because of me. ]

[This is not against heaven. Yu Buzhe once changed the day with me. Ji Shun, are you willing to come with me——]

The snow particles in the distance are illusory and hazy, like a scene from another world.

And in this world.

There is a white dragon in my arms.

Enter the embrace of heaven.

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Dragon King: She calls you Your Majesty, how should I call you.

Lin Xingtao: Call the master.

Dragon King:...?

Lin Xingtao: Call me dad.

Dragon King: ...Creation Dragon Dad? Is the Creation Dragon the father of all dragons? Is that what you mean?

When the Dragon King gets angry: I won’t go with you, if God wants me to leave, then I will go against Heaven!

Bu Guozi: I feel like I lost somewhere.

Lin Qingqing: I was obviously the one who came first, why is it like this? Can't we all go with you? It's obviously twice as happy...

Chapter 214 Shinto Merit (End)

The way of heaven is everywhere.

Luoxing Lake has vast expanse of blue waves, and the water and sky are the same color. The breeze blows the boundless lotus leaves, a lying old turtle, and countless standing lotus flowers.

I don’t know who turned into a human form first, and the fragrance flowed on the skirt soaked in water.

Suddenly someone said something, which shocked countless lotus leaves.

"He's coming."

They started dancing. "Dedicated to the most powerful way of heaven."

The low lotus breaks through the waves, and the messy snow lingers in the wind. Half water waves, white clothes, and a string of crunchy murmurs.

The red color either rises warmly from the bottom of the skirt, or fades faintly from the cuffs. For a moment, everything that comes into view is filled with surprise.

Lin Xingtao broke off a lotus stem and walked through the rippling water and the overlap of the skirt.

In the corner, the old turtle slowly raised his head and bowed as if expecting something.

From now on, the throne of Luojiang Dragon King has been vacant.

"Luojiang Dragon King, Zhang Baxuan."

The god's throne rose above Lao [guī]'s head, dazzling more than ever before.

This is a gift from heaven.

From then on, the old turtle was equivalent to a natural god.

Lin Xingtao didn't say much. He danced in the water, and the small fish kissed his cool skin.

And in the cracks of the lotus leaves, the sound of singing quietly filled the air.

Heaven composes songs.

Wherever the songs floated, the breaths of the women changed one after another.

God is good to her