Great Creator

Chapter 374: God as a Demonstration, Immortal as Man (12)

"However, besides the human race, there is also a world of gods."

"Yes, there are gods in this world..."

"I've seen..."

"That old gentleman. He is a real god. He came to see me."

Kneeling peacefully on the ground, talking to himself, he suddenly raised his head.

He looks at the sky.

"God!"

"If only you could hear Xiaomin's voice!"

"Please."

"Xiaominpingping, I beg you here!"

"Save us!"

"Save Chang Kingdom!"

The sound of peaceful prayer is not very loud.

He didn't know if he could be heard by the gods.

Some pious old people around knelt down with him and prayed.

Unknowingly, there are snowflakes falling.

Snowing.

This surprised people a bit.

It's only November.

This snow fell a little early.

The snow grows rapidly.

Countless snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, covering the sky and the earth with a layer of mist and veil.

In the snowstorm, someone came on snow.

Not on the ground, but in the air.

Countless snowflakes supported his body and slowly fell from the sky.

"Peace."

Wen Ling was wearing the clothes he wore when he was in Jing country, stepped on snowflakes, and fell to the ground.

At that time, the Kingdom of Jing had just been established, and the style of clothing was similar to that of the Kingdom of Yan.

However, Yan Kingdom's style is more ornate and cumbersome.

The wind and snow flapped his skirt.

The wide robe with long sleeves, worn on Wen Ling's body, matches his temperament, it is really a fairy.

Ping He wanted to get up, but he didn't have much strength, so he could only salute with all his strength:

"Master God."

He called out, and at the same time,

"I am not a god, peace." Wen Ling smiled softly, "Perhaps, you have heard of my name in the book. My name is Wen Ling, and I was from Jing Kingdom in ancient times."

He was stunned for a moment with a peaceful expression, and then, almost forgetting his fatigue, he straightened up and asked hastily:

"Wen Ling... is it Saint Wen who founded the Taoist temple and is known as the ancestor of the Taoist school?"

"Tao, I passed it down. Saint, but there is no need to call it, that is the name of the Confucian school."

Wen Ling's gaze was far away, with a little nostalgic taste.

He looked at peace again and said:

"Tao is a knowledge of practice. If you practice higher, you will be a fairy. Peace, I am not a god, but a fairy. I am not a god in the heavens, but a fairy in the fairy world. My fairy name is Inspiration Zhenjun .”

His fingers slid across the air.

The blue light formed two words in the air.

god.

fairy.

"God, it's next to the sign."

Wen Ling pointed to the words and explained.

"And Xian is next to the word "herringbone."

"God is the one who accepts offerings, an ancient existence beyond the human world."

"Immortals are formed by human cultivation."

He walked towards peace.

"Peace, people don't just have to live in insignificance. People can practice and become immortals. If I give you a chance, do you intend to find the road to immortality?"

The peaceful body stood up unconsciously from the ground.

At this moment, his already exhausted body had forgotten his fatigue, and he was deeply attracted by Wen Ling's words.

"If a person becomes a fairy, can he be like Mr.?"

"Immortals can move mountains and seas, and change the world." Wen Ling said, "However, it requires people to have the awareness to abandon everything, an incomparable determination, and an unshakable belief..."

"And... the hard work, the chance to become a fairy."

He walked up to Wen Ling peacefully.

"Zhenjun, please teach me!"

"You can teach me how to become a fairy, right!"

He spoke peacefully and pleadingly, as if a traveler in the desert saw the only oasis, and as if a resident in the dark saw the first ray of light.

Wen Ling nodded slightly.

"Pray to the great existence, peace, and ask him to give you this opportunity."

Wen Ling's eyes looked at the sky through the snowstorm.

He doesn't know where his master is now, but he knows that the master will pay attention to them.

Peace is a little confused.

He put his hands on his chest, making a prayer gesture most commonly used in the human race.

"Great existence, whether you are a god, a fairy, or a demon, please..."

"Give me a chance to practice and become an immortal."

"This opportunity, I am willing to do my best to fight for it!"

The voice just fell.

The snow stopped.

And Wen Ling and Ping He had disappeared.

It was only then that the crowd watching around realized that they had just seen a miracle.

No, not a miracle.

According to the old man, it is a fairy trail!

Their ideas were challenged and they learned new concepts.

In addition to gods, there are immortals. Gods have been gods since ancient times, but immortals come from human practice.

And peace was taken away by the immortal!

Everyone couldn't help but knelt down to the ground and prayed to the gods.

They all hope that Ping He can really practice to become a fairy as the old fairy said.

If there is someone in this world who can transcend the world and become a fairy.

Then, it is best to be a good person like Dr. Ping!

People pray like this.

...

Ping He's vision blurred, and when he saw clearly again, he had already arrived at a new place with Wen Ling.

The surrounding is a bit desolate, and there is a high mountain beside it, which is very high and covered with white snow.

"Peace." Wen Ling's expression was a little serious, "It is very difficult for a person to become a fairy, and he has to go through a lot of tribulations, and your tribulations are not enough. Therefore, the great existence has prepared the last test for you. "

"You have to rely on your own strength to climb this mountain."

"On the top of this mountain, you can get the chance to practice and become an immortal."

He nodded peacefully.

"I understand, Wen Zhenjun, thank you."

He looked up at the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is as distant as an illusion.

"I'll climb up."

"But you're physically tired. Mentally, too."

Wen Ling took out a red bead from his sleeve.

"Here, take this."

"Let it heal your wounds and give you life force."

Thank you so much for peace.

He received the lost and recovered red bead, feeling boundless in his heart.

This bead, after going through hardships, unexpectedly has a day to see it again.

This is the power of a fairy.

Peace secretly swore in his heart that he would never lose the red bead again before the immortal took it back.

After bidding farewell to Wen Ling, Ping He began to climb up the mountain.

This is a barren mountain, and there is no artificially excavated road on the mountain. Fortunately, the hillside is not too steep at the beginning. If you find some easy places to walk, you can still walk up.

Walking peacefully.

The "life energy" of the red bead was opened by him, and under the light red light, his fatigue gradually dissipated, and his body felt full of vitality again.

When we came to a third of the mountain, the mountain wall gradually became steeper, and the road surface gradually changed from dirt slopes to rocks.

There was no vegetation on the mountain, so Ping He had to find some protruding rocks to hold on to, and climb up using hands and feet.

As a result, the speed has been greatly affected.