Red Heart Survey

Yuan Ye's eyes cannot be said to be kind.

Jiang Wang couldn't feel any emotion in his sight.

The small Bao Xuan Mirror is nothing more than vegetation in the eyes of this living god.

For the purpose of protecting Bao Xuanjing, the Dharma Minister of Heaven and Man spoke: "Fellow Taoist Xuanjing, what do you want when you go to the Heavenly Palace?"

Having uncovered this matter, next question!

Bao Xuanjing said "Oh!" at first, stood up hurriedly, and looked at Jiang Wang boldly: "My grandfather often said that I should open my eyes and be curious about everything - Taoist friend Jiang, I want to know, Taoist friend Yuan Ye is dripping from his body. "What is the light?"

He still had to ask.

It also fits the attitude of a gifted child.

The truth lies in innocence!

Jiang Wangdao: "Yuanye is the son of God's destiny, and is a sacrifice in the Temple of the Kingdom of China. At this moment, the original god descended, and this body probably can't bear it - what you see is the spiritual collapse of Yuanye itself. Yuanye is dead, and now It seems that his body can’t support it for long.”

The appearance of gods and humans is not hidden from the original god, just as he does not hide the information he receives from gods and humans.

Yuan Ye's face was expressionless.

Bao Xuanjing opened his mouth and stood there a little surprised and a little scared.

I was very satisfied in my heart.

His eyes passed by the nun Yuzhen diagonally in front of him and looked at Jiang Wang who was sitting there.

The former White Bone Saint and the only regret of the White Bone Taoist Fetus were all within his sight.

He felt that his gaze was like a long sword that could easily penetrate these two people - if it were not in Chaowendao Heavenly Palace, but somewhere else.

The feeling of coming out of the Netherworld is not pleasant, because he has changed from a great existence that owns everything, controls everything, and is immortal with the Netherworld, to a weak existence that can be hurt, suppressed, and even killed.

The word "out of control" has appeared in his life since then, and he will feel it for a long time.

There are too many people and things in this world that do not follow his will.

But it won't be like this forever.

Coming out of the Netherworld is a necessary step.

He is not like those losers who have lost their ambition and are lying in false eternity. He does not think that he has an end, and he does not recognize that he remains at the height of the Netherworld God.

But entering the human world as a Netherworld god is really the most difficult thing. In this matter, he is not as convenient as a Mao Shen.

The stronger you are, the more you are resisted. The weaker you are, the more you will be ignored.

He tried his best and planned for a long time, and finally created a white bone Taoist body that was harmless to humans and animals, and was truly born into a human being.

All the heavens and the outside world are looking up at the center. In the netherworld, he has also been looking at the present world for a long time. He has always been looking at flowers in the mist and the moon in the water. There is always a layer of ignorance.

Now the world is open to him, and he greedily sucks everything in this world. It also solidly weaves the initial idea into reality step by step.

But before we can really take a big step towards the throne of the gods in this world, there is still a problem that needs to be solved——

That is whether contemporary living gods still have the meaning of achievement.

This shouldn't be a problem!

But the living gods standing in front of the stage now are really not what people expect.

The situation of the only two living gods in the world... doesn't seem to be very good.

The royal power of the grassland suppresses the power of God, and God Cangtu didn't even let out a fart - does he still exist?

After all, the original god is also a living god, possessing transcendent dignity - but he is too low-key!

After all, Cangtu God had enjoyed great success, and the Kingdom of God was the overlord. There was even the possibility of unifying the world and becoming the supreme god in the world.

You, the original god, did not talk about spreading divine glory, spreading faith, and prospering the Kingdom of God.

There is no need to hide and let others judge you, like a watchdog, you have no style at all, right?

The divine light was still there, but the divine power could not be reflected. Bao Xuanjing doubted the importance of these two living gods.

Of course, he wouldn't really underestimate them.

There must be a reason why a god loses his respect. But when he was in the Netherworld, he was deeply resisted by the present world and had no way of understanding this deepest secret.

Is it that the status of a living god is not in line with today’s era? Or is it the fault of Cangtu God and Yuan Tianshen themselves?

He needs to understand.

If it's the latter, it doesn't hurt. God Cangtu and God Yuan Tian were exploring the path for him, and he would not step on the pits they had stepped on again. If it is the former, then he needs to think about whether he should give up the path to the worldly gods that he had prepared long ago and find another door to transcendence.

He finally came into this world with great difficulty, and he will not fight against this world.

In fact, he came to Wen Dao Tiangong today not only to meet Jiang Wang, but also to understand the world - he knew that those who would come to Wen Dao Tiangong today must be heroes from all walks of life. The truths seen by different heroes are gathered together to form the truth of this world.

Meeting the original god was an unexpected surprise.

The current state of Yuan Tianshen... is very problematic!

This is a huge opportunity! But is it possible that He is fishing?

In my ears, I heard the indifferent voice of the gods and humans: "Next."

Feeling how much Uncle Jiang cared about him, Bao Xuanjing sat down obediently.

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Xiong Zidu stood up.

In the majestic and majestic heavenly palace, a small standing figure sat down.

In the cramped and dark cell, a tall and tall figure stood up from a seated position.

This is the Fengdu Ghost Prison. Xiong Zidu, the prince of Da Chu, was stripped of his honor and has been imprisoned here for thirteen years.

No one could have imagined at the time that the Battle of the Qinchu River Valley in 3917 would actually become the point at which Xiong Zidu lost power. He was once so favored and had the same voice between the government and the public. Once he disobeyed the emperor, he was immediately imprisoned.

But what's even more surprising is that Xiong Zidu was imprisoned in a ghost prison, but his reputation was growing day by day.

In the great Chu, there is no rootless green duckweed.

A country with an extremely stable power structure and unbreakable hierarchies will not lose its reputation to those who have lost power.

Because "name" means "power".

Gradually many people realized it——

Xiong Zidu has neither lost his reputation nor lost his power.

It's just that this prince, who is deeply loved by both the government and the public, is locked in the depths of the ghost prison. Those who want to burn the cold stove can't do it. The number of memorials asking the emperor to release Xiong Zidu increased every day. In recent years, it has become more like snowflakes, flying non-stop.

On this very day. It was the third day of March in the Taoist calendar of the year 3930.

March 3rd is a festival for seeking children. It is said that in ancient times, a human emperor named Xiong was born on this day. Therefore, there is a saying that "On March 3rd, Xuanyuan is born."

On this day, pray to God to give birth to Lin'er.

This day is the day when Chao Wen Dao Heavenly Palace opens.

It was also on this day that the ministers of the Chu court came according to the order and opened the door of the ghost prison!

The skylight penetrated a gap and expanded rapidly with a heavy creaking sound.

Light is ever-changing, and shadows determine the shape of light. At this time, it changed from a stabbing spear to a fan.

Xiong Zidu was wearing prison uniform, standing quietly in front of the prison door with his hands behind his back.

There is no hairpin, no grooming, no gold and jade added to the body. The tired expression in the past has only slightly faded away. Today, I just don’t speak, but I have an unattainable nobility, as if I am standing on the top of the mountains!

The skylight that spread all the way in front of him became a staircase. From the deepest place in this country to the most glorious place in this country,

The straw in the cell automatically returned to the corner as if it had spiritual power. Standing neatly, when the wind blows by, they suddenly regenerate into ears of rice, just like in the ridges of the fields - of course, when the ears of rice are full, they bow their heads and worship the noble one for a moment.

"I have a prince, born in Yuntai."

"Concerned about the country, your loyalty will never change."

"I have worked hard on nine hills and been imprisoned for ten years."

"Morality reflects the hearts of the people, and the years are full."

"Gentle nature, humble and respectful."

"Restore his honorable name and return the palace to Tai'an!"

Song Min, the Prime Minister of the Chu court, held the imperial edict in both hands and spoke step by step, his voice was loud and his steps were heavy. From the opened gate of the ghost prison, he walked step by step into the depths of the ghost prison, and finally arrived at Xiong Zidu's door.

Fengdu Yin, who had been following him, was like a black flag unfolding behind him, floating all the way over.

At this moment, he quietly took a step forward and opened the cell door.

There is no barrier between Song Min and Xiong Zidu.

Gorgeous official uniforms are outside the cell, and linen prison uniforms are inside the cell. The separation between inside and outside has never been strong.

Song Min raised his hands high and bent his whole body in an exaggerated manner: "By the emperor's order, I welcome His Highness back to the palace! Your Highness, you have worked hard these years!"

Except for him, all the eunuchs and palace guards were waiting outside the ghost prison. Because the Ghost Prison is such a strict place, even if the emperor declares a decree, not everyone can enter.

Xiong Zidu was born in Yunmengze. When he was born, auspicious clouds were in the sky and gathered into a platform. He had been in the ghost prison for many years, and he didn't just chat with the prisoners every day. He did not have time to read and write, and even personally wrote annotations for the Confucian classic "Nine Hills" - a move that many people regarded as his goodwill towards Shushan.

The emperor released him from prison, but did not say that he was innocent, nor did he say that he had redeemed himself enough. He only said that "the year and the month are over." But when he was thrown into Fengdu Ghost Prison, the year and year were not mentioned. Many people thought that he was imprisoned until death, and they did not think of the possibility of Xiong Zidu's resurrection.

Gu Chi stretched out his hands and silently took out a dress.

Although he was in charge of the ghost prison in the past, he treated Xiong Zidu without any pretense. I didn't say a word today, but I was extremely humble and respectful.

It seems that they are arrogant at first and respectful at the end, but both of them are just flattering.

Xiong Zidu glanced at him indifferently and gave him a kind evaluation in his heart. But not that dress.

"The dignity of an emperor lies in his attire?" He stepped out of the cell, grabbed the imperial edict, and walked away with Song Min. Then he used the imperial scroll as a whip and pointed it at the cell opposite: "In this cell is my good friend, Master Fanshijue."

In that cell, there lived a monk with a shiny head and a shiny head, sitting facing the wall. The lips closed together silently, not knowing what mantra he was reciting.

Although he is in a dark ghost room, the Buddha's light is faintly visible on his body, and he sits on straw like a lotus.

Xiong Zidu asked again: "Has the order I requested arrived?"

This letter of pardon from the emperor was not a request from him, but a long-standing decision and the emperor's intention.

And His meaning is in His request.

"Here we are!" Gu Chi said respectfully: "This... Master Fanshijue, was imprisoned earlier because of a misunderstanding. Now it has been found out and he will be released without charge."

The edict arrived early, but the person to be pardoned in the edict had no name. He filled it in as Xiong Zidu opened his mouth.

Everything about the person "Dharma Master Brahmajyo" began to be woven from then on. When they walked out of Fengdu, Brahma's past was established, Brahma's present began, and Brahma's future existed.

One word can change the world, but one thought can shake up one person's life?

How can this taste of power not make people intoxicated?

Wearing coarse linen clothes and sitting in a ghost prison for thirteen years, I was able to wake up a little at a moment like this.

And there will be many more moments like this in the future.

It will always be the case from now on.

Xiong Zidu, how do you wake up?

"I said that Master Fanshijue didn't look like someone who would do evil things, so how could he be locked up here? It turned out to be a misunderstanding!" Xiong Zidu chuckled: "There are so many misunderstandings in this ghost prison!"

Gu Chi bowed his head and said nothing.

The Chu State has its own criminal department, which punishes crimes and evils, and it is not the turn of Fengdu Yin. The criminals in this Fengdu ghost prison have never committed crimes.

"Your Highness." Song Min reminded in a low voice: "His Majesty and the officials are still waiting for you-"

"Release the master first." Xiong Zidu ordered in a light voice: "The master goes out, and I will go out later."

Gu Chi took two quick steps and stepped forward to open the prison door for Fanshijue.

"I'll send the master off." He said.

The chanting of scriptures in this prison cell stopped at this time. Although there was no sound when he opened his mouth, when he closed his mouth, the ghost prison suddenly became less peaceful, and there was a kind of resentment that was hard to eliminate.

The monk named "Fanshijue" pursed his lips and slowly stood up.

His mind was pure, but he also understood what this step meant.

But he did not hesitate.

He had been in Fengdu Ghost Prison for so many days. Although he had not suffered any torture, he had experienced a lot. He had been looking for the answer for a long time, and with the help of Xiong Zidu, he had found it. Xiong Zidu was right, they should help each other.

He casually picked up a few straws stuck on his prison uniform, gently put them aside, and walked out of the cell. There was a clear distinction between darkness and light, and now they were all standing in the light. In the long prison cells in the distance, there were many people locked in the shadows.

He did not know Song Min, nor was he willing to get familiar with Gu Chi, so he just looked at Xiong Zidu quietly.

Xiong Zidu gave him an affirmative look.

So he turned around and walked to Gu Chi's side.

Song Min stood aside expressionlessly, watching this scene with only his peripheral vision-

Fan Shijue and Gu Chi stood in the fan-shaped skylight.

Gu Chi was unobstructed by the light, his body connected to the shadow, standing in the light but different from the light. The light of the sky seemed to pass through his body, leaving only a shadow of a human figure.

Fan Shijue, like his bald head, reflected all the light. He had a clear shape in the light. Every detail was visible, as clear as jade.

The two were in the light, but light and dark alternated.

Gu Chi floated away like a shadow.

Fan Shijue followed behind Fengdu Yin Gu Chi, walking out step by step.

At first, they followed step by step, and gradually lotuses bloomed with every step. The Buddha's light and the sky's light were no longer distinguishable from each other.

Until Gu Chi and Fan Shijue had left, only the sky's light remained at the gate of the ghost prison, like a huge light source.

Song Min, standing at the end of the light, then turned sideways and made a guiding gesture: "Your Highness, please move your steps."

Xiong Zidu then stepped forward and walked in the light.

The skylight outside the ghost prison was now in because of him, and now it was also sweeping outwards as he left. Every step he took forward, the darkness behind him followed one step further.

In the depths of the seemingly endless ghost prison, there were gusts of cold wind blowing, and there seemed to be a faint voice in it - "Boy, are you leaving now?"

In Fengdu Ghost Prison, there are many [Lifeless People] imprisoned. Some of them even existed when Fengdu Ghost Prison was established.

Or to put it another way - Fengdu Ghost Prison was built for them.

Xiong Zidu waved his hand without looking back: "Let's go!"

Bang!

He took the last step, and Fengdu Ghost Prison closed the door.

On March 3, there was thunder.