Predecessors all over the world

A month later, Yin Miaomiao and Yun Lian boarded the flying boat to Mozhou.

After losing the freshness of riding on a flying boat for the first time, life became boring. Most of them meditated in the house, read and practiced spells. Considering that they have been tracing the traces of the demon cultivators over the years, there are few comfortable time, Yin

Miaomiao took this opportunity to study the illusion obtained in the secret realm and became tired of learning. She took out the travel notes and legends he bought in Xizhou for entertainment.

Her arrangement is no different from the past, but Yun Lian felt abnormal: "Isn't my junior sister happy?"

"No." Yin Miaomiao was practicing a new spell he had just developed. But because he was absent-minded, he failed several times.

Yun Lian strengthened his tone: "Junior sister."

Yin Miaomiao was silent.

"My junior sister is just unhappy." He said, "Why?"

"Because..." She closed her eyes, "I know it's too late."

When she was in Liuzhou, she had a vague premonition in her heart, but she didn't think about it. But a letter from Tianya gave her a reason to go to Mozhou. She used this as an excuse to board the flying boat. Today is on

On the seventh day of the flying boat, the feeling became stronger and stronger. It would take at least three months to get to Mozhou. No matter what, it would be too late.

She deliberately delayed the time, hoping that she would not be controlled by emotions and do irrational and meaningless things. However, today, she is sure that there will be no time to meet, but it is even more difficult to let go of it.

Yes, she regrets it.

"Actually I can go early, I felt it half a year ago." She threw the book and covered her cheeks, "But I didn't. I thought it would be better not to go, so I didn't feel anything..."

Yun Lian understood: "He is going to die." After a while, he comforted him, "The worldly relationship is about to be broken, this is a good thing. Master and I don't want my junior sister to be too concerned about the affairs of the mortal world."

"I know."

In the illusion, she and Yao Tao and Jun Changfeng said that they had broken the relationship between the world. For monks, once their parents and relatives in the mortal world die, the relationship between the world that tied them will be really broken.

Breaking the relationship between the world is like breaking a string for a kite. From now on, you will never be burdened by the world again. You can go wherever you want, be free and easy, and move forward on the road of practice.

This is clearly a good thing.

She knows.

But when I thought that he was about to die, I could not meet again due to all kinds of concerns, and I felt guilty and regretful.

"I can go to see him, although it's a bit far away, but at that time..."

At that time, she specially found a way to get Monsoe and got the opportunity to meet again.

Yun Lian said: "My junior sister knew she had no intention of seeing him, so she didn't go."

"If you know, you will regret it." Yin Miaomiao smiled bitterly. She was a rational person, so she made the decision not to meet half a year ago, but time went by, and emotions could not beat rationality. Now she thought of missing out when she thought about it.

What is forever, my eyes can't help but swell.

She looked up at the mural painted on the ceiling with concentration: "Forever, I will never see him again."

Why should we stick to the saying of breaking up the world instead of saying goodbye to him? She should stay by his bed and accompany him through the last part of his life, listen to him talk about his differences over the past few decades, and ask questions

Does he still have an unfulfilled wish? Maybe she can help him achieve it.

This is called farewell.

Only by staying by his side, quietly walking with him and fulfilling his last wishes can she truly let go of this past event and have no regrets.

But, she didn't.

He will definitely die in her days on the flying boat, and she can't get through.

Yun Lian said: "It is not necessary to meet. The junior sister is thinking about him, and he also thinks about the junior sister, so there is no difference."

Yin Miaomiao shook her head and didn't say anything.

Yun Lian thought for a while and smiled and said, "Otherwise, junior sister, go to bed."

"I can't sleep," she said.

"But you may be able to see it in your dream." Yun Lian said, "Didn't the junior sister dream of Liansheng?"

Yin Miaomiao was stunned. Yes, when she was in the Haixin Volcano, one day she fell asleep for no reason. In her dream, she heard Liansheng sing "Autumn Hate" to her, every word and sentence seemed to be full of last words.

"That's just a day and a night to dream."

Yun Lian said: "The junior sister said it wrong. If a monk senses the world, dreams can help ghosts and gods."

After a moment of silence, she said, "It's okay, why not try it."

She went to bed.

When I first realized my thoughts were confused, but gradually, the world flew away and entered the dreamland.

No one knows that when Zhuo Yu was a child who liked to listen to legends and stories very much.

Although the old eunuch who grew up caring for him was illiterate, he had legends and allusions. Every summer night, cicadas cried and noisy, stars drifted, and there was no ice in the cold palace, and it was as hot as a steamer. The old eunuch beat him

Fan Zi told him a story: "Your Highness, what you are going to tell today is a story about water control..."

Later, Zhuo Yu recalled this incident and understood the old eunuch's intention: Even if he was in the cold palace, he hoped that his unpopular prince would know how to make a living for the people, and not be a mess who did not know the sufferings of the people.

Prince.

Unfortunately, he was too young at that time and did not understand the profound meaning of it. Instead, he was more interested in some strange stories, including Yao Ji.

"The daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, named Yao Ji, died before she could walk, and was enfeoffed on the platform of Wushan. Her soul is grass, but actually Ganoderma lucidum. The so-called daughter of Wushan and the daughter of Gaotang. The sun is the clouds, the evening is the rain, and the morning is the morning.

Twilight, under the balcony…”

When Song Yu and King Xiang of Chu traveled to Yunmengtai in the past, they said that the previous king had a one-night relationship with the goddess of Wushan.

Yes, the old eunuch said "one night's fate". When he was young, he didn't understand the meaning, and then he learned to understand things, and then he knew what "Wushan**" was. This is how the word "walls" came from.

Unfortunately, the old eunuch had already felt the cold and died at that time, so naturally he would not know that many years later, he also met the goddess.

Now, it has been more than seventy years since she left, but he was so dazzled and deaf that he remembered what happened that night. Everything was as clear as yesterday. He even remembered that she stepped out of the grass and exposed her clouds.

The trembling lotus flower on her head was a trembling lotus, which trembled slightly with her steps, and became lifelike.

That was the most down-and-out time in his life. He was chased by the Zheng family and almost died outside.

It was she who saved him and escorted him away all the way. It was she who helped him regain the throne. It was she who... killed Gui Chenzi and Yaodie, and protected his country.

Therefore, he was not hesitant to share this vast land with her.

This may be very great for mortals, but what does it count in the eyes of the female fairy? I'm afraid she has seen the East China Sea turn into mulberry fields three times.

She married him, had a husband-wife relationship with him, and then left forever.

It's been more than seventy years.

He is old.

The eyes can no longer see what others look like, there is only a vague shadow; the ears are almost deaf and cannot hear what others say; the teeth in the mouth are gone, and they can only swallow the rotten rice porridge.

He is a mortal, he will grow old and die.

And the day of death is coming soon.

When this day came, he felt it clearly.

He woke up early and was in great spirits. After eating half a bowl of rice porridge, the eunuch who was so happy that he was serving him said good things.

Not long after, the grandson who had gone to court came to pay his respects: "I have met the emperor's grandfather."

More than ten years ago, he dreamed of her at night. She asked him, "Why don't you enjoy happiness when you are so old?" When you wake up, you remember the contents of the dream clearly, and he thought, okay,

It was you who specially sent a dream to me, and I just followed it.

Three months later, he issued an edict to abdicate and gave way to the crown prince who had been serving as the throne for more than 30 years.

Unfortunately, his son is older and has worked hard in government affairs. He died in just five years. He is a white-haired man and sent a black-haired man. To this day, there are only two or three children who are still alive under him.

Fortunately, God still has mercy, and he finally arrived at the day of his departure.

"Get up." He looked at his best grandchild seriously, this naughty little guy who was a child, and now he has grown into a steady emperor. He then said with relief, "You have done a good job, I can do it too, too

Rest assured.”

The young emperor was very filial: "I also want my grandfather to teach him for a few more years, so I will not dislike my grandson."

He shook his head, with a smile on his face: "Even your child has run away all over the ground, what else can I worry about? Who in the world is more blessed than me?"

The emperor seemed to feel something, and his face changed slightly: "Grandfather of the Emperor."

"I'm going to die," he said. "Call everyone over and I want to see them again."

"...Yes." The emperor lowered his head, his voice choked.

Soon, all the descendants in the capital arrived and knelt all over the ground.

In his life, he had more than 30 children, nineteen sons and fifteen princesses. They gave birth to many grandchildren for him. The older ones had already started a family and started a career, and the fourth generation was in his infancy.

, the young talented people learn language, innocent and cute.

"Everyone raises his head and let me take a good look at you."

"Father!"

"Grandfather of the Emperor!"

They raised their faces, and no matter what they really thought, their eyes were slightly red and they couldn't bear to cry.

He sat in the chair and looked over slowly one by one, trying to remember their faces: "Good, very good, all good kids."

Children and grandchildren are surrounded by their knees, and peace is coming in the prosperous times. In this life, he finally gave an explanation to the world and himself.

"The Emperor's Grandfather." The emperor shouted reluctantly, "The imperial doctor is here..."

He waved his hand: "It's time, no need to do so. Everyone will die. After all, I..." He paused and smiled bitterly, "I'm just a mortal after all."

Being able to live beyond a hundred years was a gift from her in the past.

"As she said, I am free from illness and pain, and I live to the end of my life." As death approaches, I can't remember the exciting things. Only the things I said and done to her in the past come one by one, one by one.

Heart.

It turns out that for decades, I have never forgotten it.

"I said the prosperous age, and I said it had not arrived. Today, I have lived up to my entrustedness." He suddenly spoke about the past, not sure whether to say it to them or to himself, "I am worthy of my heart, that's it.

I don’t know if she has achieved success in practicing Taoism and whether she is doing well.”

The emperor opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

Zhuo Yu lowered his head, stroked the wooden box in his arms, and said lightly: "After I die, I will bury this object in the coffin with me."

"Yes." The emperor responded.

Zhuo Yu said again: "There is nothing else to say. I will leave it to you. I will take it away from Bailu Palace. I will buried it with me in the future, so that she will not recognize the place she will live when she comes back."

After she left, Bailu Palace was sealed and no one lived in another. However, he would always die, and his descendants would no longer care about her. Maybe they would live in others again, or maybe they would demolish it.

Therefore, he wanted to take Bailu Palace away.

"After I die, you will probably fulfill your father's wishes and postpone the imperial concubine." He bent his lips and smiled coldly. His son was concerned about his reign and did not dare to postpone the imperial concubine as the queen, but

When he dies, a throne is always indispensable.

The emperor had sweat on his temples: "The grandson must not dare."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm dead, can I stop you?" He said lightly, "She has long since wanted the position of the queen, but the imperial concubine... Oh, okay, if you want to seal it, just a seal

Well, buried far away, don’t tell me to see it. When you are alive, you will give your father a face. If you die, don’t bother me.”

The emperor was amused and cried, and responded respectfully: "Yes."

After a while of silence, Zhuo Yu said again: "After I die, the Goddess Temple will be abandoned."

Back then, a concubine was defiled by Gui Chenzi and had no choice but to die. She asked why she was wrong with Gui Chenzi, but she asked the woman to commit suicide. He replied that this is the way of the world.

She didn't say anything more.

He didn't know where the mistake was, but later he thought of it from time to time and slowly figured out some of her feelings.

So, twenty years later, he built a temple for the goddess of the empress after becoming famous for practicing Taoism.

The Goddess Temple accepted many abandoned babies, unmarried women who lost their virginity and uncleanness, and lower-cousin women who abandoned their husbands. He ordered them to serve the Goddess to "atone for their sins" and allocate money from the inner treasury to support them until they were old.

.

Even as an emperor, there is an unchangeable world.

What he can do is to give those women a way of living under the world.

In this way, will she be satisfied? Will she be happy?

It’s a pity that when human power is poor, he will die and cannot leave this pure land for her forever.

He has done everything he can do in this life, and in the days to come... he can never do it again.

Zhuo Yu sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.

He felt a little tired.

The suppressed cry sounded in my ears.

It's so strange that they can't hear it no matter how loudly they shout, but now they have a very clever ear and eye.

"Your Majesty." He heard it again, but the voice sounded familiar and unfamiliar, as if it was an old friend who had been away for a long time. In an instant, countless past events rushed to my heart and were vividly remembered, as if it was what happened last night.

I remember the first meeting under the moon, you are graceful, like the charm of the mountains; I remember seeing each other all the way, you take care of you everywhere, I joke about Fan Ji's virtue; I remember the love and lingering in Bailu Palace, as if you are gentle in the dream; I remember the flowers and moon night

, listen to the story of seeking immortals together, sighing that the road to immortals is difficult to walk...

All kinds of tenderness surged into my heart.

"His Majesty!"

The voice was getting closer and closer, and he bent his lips: It turned out that it was you, have you come to pick me up?

"Zhuo Yu." She choked and said softly, "Farewell forever."

Farewell forever, misty.

He thought, closing his eyes forever and forever.

Seventy years passed, and the dream of Wushan was already awakened.

The mountain monument collapsed since then, and the relationship between the world was forever cut off.

The author has something to say: Ah... It's finally here. This is the special guest in this volume, Zhuo Yu. After a farewell in the past, the immortals and mortals are separated forever, the road is different, and fate is squandered. I thought for a long time whether to say goodbye, finally

I still think it is best not to meet. Even if I have regrets, it is also the inevitable price of pursuing the great way.

Therefore, the ruthlessness and cruelty of cultivation may not necessarily be about killing people and robbing treasures. Life and death are like ants, but also about the pain of quitting the world and leaving the world.

To be honest, I feel that Xiao Zhuo really looks like a first love. I didn’t feel that it was great when I appeared at the beginning. I was in it and I didn’t know it. When I looked back, I found that all the beautiful parts I remembered were, so I missed them. He was the only guest.

The mortals may not be worthy of their status, but it is precisely because they are not "realistic" enough that they are particularly worthy of recalling.

Alas, sigh, but I explained where the merits in Miaomiao came from, and they came from the "Goddess Temple".

At the end, I said, "Your Majesty, goodbye forever."

However, the story will continue, see you tomorrow.