Talk about the world of mortals in detail

In the vast East China Sea, in the Dragon Palace under the sea, the Dragon Lord in black robes sat in the palace with a calm face and read a book. There was a mighty sound that seemed to spread from the sky to the sea.

Long Jun paused while turning the book and glanced at his right hand. Although it seemed flawless, he still seemed to be able to vaguely feel a trace of pain from that day.

"snort!"

Long Jun just snorted lightly without much reaction. He could still tell the difference between right and wrong in the past.

In fact, compared to the fact that Heavenly Court took advantage of the opportunity to establish its power and made Dragon Lord very unhappy, Dragon Lord and even many beings in the Dragon Clan did not bear too much grudge against the Xiansheng True Lord who actually killed Hong Wei.

After all, the Dragon Clan now roughly understands that the true king was a saint in response to the wishes of all the people, and that killing Hong Wei was the blessing of the righteousness of heaven and earth. That sword was not so much a refutation of the Dragon Clan's face as it was a doomed one.

Of course, the Hong family lineage is definitely excluded, but even though they have hatred, they obviously don't dare to provoke the Xiansheng True Monarch.

"Ji Zi, Ji Ming."

Lord Long said in a deep voice, and people on both sides of the hall immediately stepped forward and agreed in unison.

"exist!"

"Have you ever found out where the white dragon came from?"

The two looked at each other, and it was the elder brother who responded.

"Hui Longjun, the white dragon came and went without a trace. He obviously knows some superb magical power. It must be the secret of the original talent. Based on the news sent back from other dragon realms, it seems that there is no such outstanding white dragon. Maybe it’s not long since he transformed into a dragon.”

That white dragon obviously has a lot of spiritual practice. Under normal circumstances, ordinary people would definitely think that it is a dragon that has been practicing for many years.

But the reality is that there is really no news. Although the vastness of the world naturally has the possibility of unknown foreign lands, caves, heavens, etc., this is a small probability after all.

So there is another possibility that it didn't take long for this dragon to transform into a dragon.

Ji Zi continued.

"Although it is difficult to remember all the dragon clans in the world, there are very few who emerge from the floods. This dragon must have caused disaster when it transformed into a dragon. After becoming a dragon, many of them have the heart to save the common people!"

Lord Long nodded slightly, and there was a flash of clarity in his heart. The vague intuition that had always been vague became clear. The place where dragons transformed into dragons might not even be too far away, and was the closest to the East China Sea.

"How long did it take for you to transform into a dragon?"

Long Jun continued to read the book and asked calmly. Ji Zi thought about it and said.

"Hui Longjun, it should be within sixty years!"

Long Jun raised his head and looked at the two people not far away, with a slight look in his eyes.

"Within two centuries!"

Two centuries!

Ji Zi Ji Ming looked shocked and couldn't help but look at each other again, "Liang Ji?" Within twenty-four years?

"If you find it, tell him that he is willing to join my East China Sea lineage, and there will be a place for the Tianlong Picture Scroll."

"yes!"

Ji Zi and Ji Ming had already expected that the Dragon Lord would definitely want the white dragon to join his army. This was not surprising, but turning a dragon into a dragon within two centuries was indeed a bit shocking.

At about the same time, in Changfeng Lake Dragon Palace, Jiang Lang stood outside the main hall, looking in the direction of Dengzhou.

"I thought that the Heavenly Court had sealed it long ago, but I didn't expect that the Lower Realm would seal it today. Hey, it seems that the Heavenly Court is not quite sure about the True Monarch Xian Sheng. It's not that they are in harmony with each other!"

Jiang Lang said with a smile, and the old turtle beside him also echoed.

"What the Dragon King said is absolutely true. Heavenly Court's edict was made with great fanfare. Naturally, there are good and bad aspects, but it has to be done in a different place."

"makes sense!"

——

At this moment, in the Zhenjun Temple outside Dengzhou City, the edict of Xian Sheng Zhenjun had just ended, and the body of Yi Shu Yuan Shen also straightened up.

Behind the white clothes, there is a long list of objects held by gods and goddesses. They are all gifts from the Emperor of Heaven, and they all belong to the True Monarch Xian Sheng.

At this moment, Bai Yi felt much more relaxed. He glanced at Yi Daozi who seemed to be half asleep not far away, and then looked at Xiansheng Zhenjundao.

"True Lord, do you want to go to heaven and visit the Demon Suppressing Palace in the far north?"

"I won't be leaving today. Please send the things given by the Emperor of Heaven to the Demon-Suppressing Palace."

"Okay, then I won't bother you any longer!"

This is also in line with Baiyi's conjecture before coming to Baiyi. He is not seeking benefits from the Holy Lord and has no greed for the so-called rewards.

It is enough to accept the imperial seal, and Bai Yi does not force the Holy Monarch to go to heaven immediately. After being polite to each other, the rainbow light returns to the heaven, and the colorful clouds gradually fade as the god and man leave.

The Revealed True Monarch Dharma looked back at the True Monarch Temple. Most of the pilgrims were still looking at the sky, while a few were already concentrating on praying and fulfilling their wishes.

Shao Zhen's house also opened the door, looking to the sky with everyone's gaze.

Chen Han bowed his head and saluted, while Shi Sheng and Qi Zhongbin, who had already walked to the back, were somewhat nervous and raised their hands in salute. Hui Mian was very excited, but he also saluted in this direction above Shi Sheng's head.

Only Yi Shuyuan's true form yawned again and nodded slightly.

At this moment, the Holy Lord Xian Sheng also nodded slightly. Others thought it was an immortal and a god greeting each other, but in fact it was a synchronized action of a chain reaction.

The next moment, the Xian Sheng True Monarch stepped forward, and the divine light was like a rainbow, flying into the main hall of the temple and disappearing from the eyes of everyone who could see the divine light.

After a long time, everything in the temple returned to normal, and Shi Sheng hurriedly ran to the side and said to Hui Mian, who was still excited above his head.

"Senior Hui, I didn't hear the edict to seal you. Has the Emperor forgotten you? What should I do?"

Hui Mian's excitement was still high at this moment, and he couldn't help laughing when he opened his mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you know? Normal gods have legal power, and the legal power of the true king is not small. The heaven has exclusive possession of the Demon Subduing Palace in the far north. Anyone who can recruit soldiers from the gods can only be granted the title of the true king and recognized by the heaven. , that is the righteous god!"

Saying that, Hui Mian finally calmed down.

"Although I can't bypass the Heavenly Court, to a certain extent, the True Lord can be regarded as the leader, and it is recognized by the orthodox! I am the first great god under the True Lord, and my status is self-evident. Now I am already in the high position of the gods. , the Demon Subduing Palace in the far north is our territory!"

"Oh, then Senior Hui will take me to play next time!"

"Ahem!"

Hui Mian coughed a few times and almost let it slip by saying "our territory". The matter of the God's transformation is too mysterious. Even the disciples of Mr. Xiang are not suitable to know about it now. They can only mention it in the future when it involves the transformation of Shinto.

"That's natural. Sir, we are close friends with the True Lord Xian Sheng. Think about it, I'm both the protector of our sect, so how can our relationship be normal? Going up to heaven and going to the Demon Subduing Palace in the far north is just like our own!"

"I haven't seen any situation in the Demon-Suppressing Palace. Is it just like my own family?"

Yi Shuyuan's voice sounded from the side, startling Hui Mian.

"Master, are you finally awake?"

Shi Sheng said with a smile, Yi Shuyuan glanced at him and said angrily.

"I'm taking a nap. There's a lot of noise outside. The Emperor of Heaven has decreed to confer the title of Holy Monarch, and I have to come out to see him. It's really troublesome."

"Hehehe, sir, Zhenjun doesn't seem to be very interested in Demon Subduing Palace. Are you not interested either?"

Hui Mian felt that he knew his husband very well, but his laughter was somewhat mean, which made Yi Shuyuan's eyebrows jump.

"Let's go around another day!"

——

In early spring, the temperature gradually rises. People from all over the world go about their farming in accordance with the solar terms and the calendar issued by the imperial court, and the land in Lingdong gradually becomes busy.

Yi Shuyuan temporarily lives in Zhenjun Temple, and not many people know about it. Occasionally, a few people from Jirentang will come over to chat.

On the contrary, Shao Zhen's existence gradually spread.

There is a saying among Dengzhou literati that there is a master of painting who temporarily lives in Zhenjunshou Temple, and the paintings he painted are lifelike.

Not to mention the beautiful painting that was bought and kept by Zhenjun Temple Miaozhu, the statue of Yunlai was also painted by Mr. Shao. Everyone who has seen this painting is full of praise for its charm. To a certain extent, This is also one of the reasons why Yunlai Hall has so many pilgrims.

Because he likes to live in the temple and smell the sandalwood incense all day long, Shao Zhen even has a title in Dengzhou, called "Mr. Temple Tan". People come to Zhenjun Temple to seek paintings from time to time, and the number is increasing.

On this day, the sun set in the evening and the sunset hung in the sky.

By the river in the backyard of the temple, Shao Zhen and Yi Shuyuan were sitting at a small table, and the latter was writing something.

Shao Zhen carefully poured tea for Yi Shuyuan, while his main attention was staring at Yi Shuyuan's writing and the writing on which the words had been written.

"Oh, what a wonderful calligraphy! The ignorant Confucian scholars outside are looking for paintings from me, a person whose painting skills vary from good to bad and rely on feeling. Little do they know that calligraphy masters are right in front of me. If I can ask for a copybook from you, I'm afraid. It’s worth a thousand pieces of gold!”

Hui Mian was sitting on the table holding a small piece of rice cake. This was a tribute taken from Zhenjun Temple. There was no shortage of food in the temple.

When I heard Shao Zhen's words, I understood that these were words of praise from a scholar, but to be honest, it is true that a thousand pieces of gold would not be exchanged for it.

Yi Shuyuan continued writing without saying a word, and his strokes were steady and not chaotic.

"Mr. Yi, what's this story?"

"Having begun, the ending of this story will have to wait until the future."

As Yi Shuyuan said this, the pen in his hand finally stopped. Shao Zhen frowned slightly and looked at the text in the book, clearly seeing several familiar names.

"Well, when Yi's inspiration comes back in the future, I can finish it!"

When Yi Shuyuan explained this, Shao Zhen's brows relaxed and he said with a smile.

"The stories in the book come from daily life, and the ancients do not deceive me!"

After staying in the temple for a long time, Shao Zhen's mentality improved a lot. Even if he couldn't draw something, he would no longer be depressed and depressed. This was especially true when discussing things with Mr. Yi.

"With so many people asking you for paintings, have you ever agreed to some of them?"

Yi Shuyuan put the book aside, asked and walked to the steps to wash his pen.

Shao Zhen glanced at the temple hall in the distance.

"I don't care when others ask for paintings, but after living in the temple for so long and being disturbed a lot, I still couldn't refuse the temple blessing, so I agreed to two portraits."

"Mr. Shao is so righteous!"

Yi Shuyuan joked and came back with his pen. It was only then that he picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The tea was hot but not hot, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing but not dissipated. The time was just right.