He Came From The Forbidden Land, Waving His Sleeves To Write About Immortality

"Snapped!"

"Speaking of this, twelve thousand years ago, there were one hundred and ninety-nine thousand, eight hundred and sixty-one forbidden places in the world. Each of these forbidden places had a long history, and they also contained unknown secrets, and were full of dangers! Many of the forbidden places were even the Immortal Emperor's I didn’t dare to set foot in it while I was alive, but suddenly one day, bang! All the forbidden places in the world were drained of their power one after another, turned into pillars of light reaching the sky, and finally gathered at the God Burial Slope to give birth to the great treasure of the avenue!"

In the crowded tea house, a gray-haired storyteller sat in front of the table. He held a piece of wood in one hand and patted the table in time. Something everyone knows.

Things that everyone in the spiritual world knows are particularly interesting in the eyes of these children.

They held the tea snacks in their hands and gnawed them hard, surrounding the storyteller three times inside and three times outside.

"What is the Great Treasure?" A boy asked while the storyteller paused.

The storyteller slapped the table and said, "This is a good question! It's worth a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Hearing this, the boy who asked the question showed a look of reluctance, but he still took out one of the two remaining pieces of osmanthus cake on the plate and placed it on the empty plate placed in front of Mr. Storyteller's case.

Glancing quietly at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake brought by the boy, the storyteller's throat squirmed uncontrollably. He soon cleared his throat and explained to the many children.

"Speaking of this great treasure, even in the world of cultivation, it is the topmost treasure that no one can see. It gathers the cause and effect of the world and the fortune of the dynasty to separate the great avenue from the way of heaven and smelt it into a treasure. Most of the great treasures are invisible. Because it forcibly separates the Great Dao from the Heavenly Dao, once it comes into existence, it will definitely attract Heavenly Divine Punishment, and a trace of the power of Heavenly Divine Punishment is enough to completely destroy the entire world."

A girl couldn't help but rolled her eyes when she heard this and said, "You're talking nonsense! If that's true, as soon as the great treasure of the avenue appears, we will all die!"

The storyteller put away the folding fan and said: "Yes, since ancient times, every time a great treasure comes out, it is mostly accompanied by the destruction of the world, so there are very few people who have seen a great treasure."

"Then when that great treasure of the great road is conceived, are we all going to die? I don't want to die yet!" A boy looked frightened and looked like he was about to cry.

"Of course not!" Mr. Storyteller opened the folding fan again and said confidently.

"Why?" Many children asked curiously.

"This question is even better than before, worth five pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake!" The storyteller said, his eyes sweeping over the dishes held by the children one by one.

After some hesitation, several children placed the cakes in their hands on the dishes in front of Mr. Storyteller's case.

Seeing that the five pieces were collected, the storyteller cleared his throat again and continued: "Because the treasure of the Great Road, Burying God Slope, was not conceived by heaven and earth on its own, but was carefully cast by someone. The person who cast this treasure is not a wicked person. , we have deployed means to reach the heavens in advance, which can completely block this divine punishment from heaven, and will not affect the world at all."

As soon as this was said, the young children present all let out exclamations of exclamation.

"Can you block such a powerful divine punishment? How awesome!"

"Then who cast that treasure?"

"Which one is more powerful, him or the Immortal Emperor?"

Facing the inquiry, Mr. Storyteller coughed twice, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and said: "The identity of the man who made the treasure is extraordinary. He is worth at least ten osmanthus cakes."

The young children present looked at each other.

They had almost eaten all the pastries in their hands and could not get together ten pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Can I have five sweet-scented osmanthus cakes?"

Facing the young child's inquiry, the storyteller shook his head decisively and said, "No, you can't tell even if one is missing."

A young boy wondered: "But we have no more sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"Isn't this simple? Did you come to the teahouse on your own?" The storyteller deliberately lowered his voice and pointed out the way out for them.

This suddenly dawned on all the children, and they all turned around and ran back, returning to their father's desk.

"Dad! I also want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake!"

"Dad! I'm hungry again!"

"Dad! The storyteller asked me to ask you for sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Most young children are sensible.

But there are always some unenlightened, stupid children who are so outspoken that the storyteller almost couldn't swallow his tea.

Fortunately, no one came to trouble him.

After a while, many young children gathered together ten pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and piled the dishes high in front of his desk.

"It's ten dollars, please tell me."

"Yes, tell me quickly."

"I'm so curious."

Faced with the impatient urging of the children, the storyteller calmly looked away from the case, shook his head, and said calmly: "It's amazing to say that this person who casts treasures is born to live forever. No...ah!!! Let go! Let go quickly!!"

Before he finished speaking, he screamed.

It turned out that a woman stepped forward and grabbed his ear.

The woman was young and very beautiful, but her eyes were full of anger at the moment.

"Grandpa! How many times have I told you not to make up lies to deceive the children of snacks!"

The storyteller's face was full of pain, and he hurriedly said: "Wrong! Wrong! I won't dare to do it again! Let go first. I haven't touched this little thing yet, so give it back, give it back!"

The woman's grip on her hand relaxed a bit, but she didn't let go completely. She just grabbed him and walked out of the teahouse.

"go home with me!"

"Oh, okay, okay! Go home!"

The storyteller was very cooperative and followed his granddaughter out of the teahouse with his neck stretched out.

Only a group of children shouted behind them.

"Don't go, we haven't finished talking yet!"

"Bad sister!"

"Grandpa, you haven't gotten the sweet-scented osmanthus cake yet!"

Neither the grandfather nor the grandson paid attention to the children's shouts, and walked on the bustling street with weird gestures of pulling their ears.

This strange scene did not arouse many people's surprise. Instead, many people made fun of it after seeing it.

"Hey! Old Dengtou came out to cheat on food and drink again?"

"I don't want you, my precious granddaughter, to worry about."

"Yes! You lie to children every day!"

"..."

Old Dengtou's face turned a little red. He looked at his granddaughter with pleading eyes and whispered: "Good granddaughter, let go. It's very embarrassing."

The woman did not let go, but just snorted coldly: "Let you remember! How many times have I told you, don't lie to children, don't lie to children! And you still make up random snacks to deceive them all day long!"

Old Dengtou defended with a guilty conscience: "It's not just a fabrication, right? All practitioners know about the God Burial Slope. I just used my imagination and polished it a little! Maybe what I said was It’s more reliable than what those practitioners say.”

The woman became even more angry when she heard this, and the strength in her hands became a little stronger, and she said, "Is this the point?"

Before Old Dengtou could let out a scream, he saw a beam of light falling from the sky that penetrated the sky and the earth.

The endless power of heaven comes down with the pressure of the light pillar.

The dazzling light covered everything, and everyone's vision became completely white.

The light is dazzling to a certain extent and is no different from darkness.

Old Dengtou suddenly became excited.

"Look! That's clearly the direction of the God Burial Slope! This must be a divine punishment from heaven! The great treasure of the great avenue has appeared! Let me be right!"