The sea of ​​suffering in the heavens is billions

Chapter 195 193 [Only the world where the black emperor was injured has formed]

"Sick brother, what are you doing?"

Xiao BuDian shyly said that he was used to being touched on the face, but they were all acquaintances.

It was the first time for him to be touched by a stranger, waving his chubby little hands to resist, his face was red like a big apple.

This has to add money, oh, not animal milk!

Looking at the pink and jade-carved milk baby in front of him, the lofty image of Emperor Huang Tian faded away in his heart.

Zhang Ruoxu smiled knowingly, grabbed the milk baby like a cat and a dog, put it on his lap, and said slowly: "How old is the little one, do you want to drink animal milk?"

"One and a half years old!" The little boy replied in a childish voice, looking at the overturned animal milk residue, he couldn't help but get greedy, and nodded seriously: "The animal milk is really fragrant and delicious."

"The patriarch's grandpa gives the little one the beast's milk every day."

"Fire tiger's milk, moon rhino's milk, and dragon's horn and elephant juice are mixed together to make beast milk that tastes the best."

The milk baby is worthy of being a milk baby, and he has played with animal milk to the fullest. He is worthy of being the master of animal milk in the ages, and he can eat it!
Zhang Ruoxu was emotional for a while, clapping his hands and applauding: "I have an idea."

"Call me Brother Ruoxu, I will take you to drink black imperial milk in the future."

The little boy's eyes suddenly widened, shiny, black imperial milk, what is this, it seems to be a variety that has never been eaten before!
I don't know if it's delicious or not, imagining the taste of the black imperial milk, the little one swallowed, and the milky voice called out: "Brother Ruoxu."

"Okay, hang out with Brother Ruoxu and eat nine meals in three days." Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile, and at the same time felt a pang of regret in his heart.

I don't have a photo stone by my side, so whether to record it or not, I need a few quasi-immortal emperor weapons to make a move.

Seeing this scene, the old patriarch Shi Yunfeng secretly heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that the two got along very well.

This is the best result. After all, Zhang Ruoxu is the guest of Liushen. If it is not pleasant, the old patriarch doesn't know how to end it.

So in the small room, it was fun.

The old patriarch gained peace of mind, Zhang Ruoxu felt happy, Xiao Budian was full of expectations for the black emperor's milk, and everyone had a bright future.

Only the world where the black emperor was injured was formed.

Immortal Emperor Shi Hao:? ? ?
"This Mr. Ruoxu..." The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng hesitated for a moment, and adopted a relatively safe and respectful term.

In the vast wilderness, only the son of a prince is qualified to be called a son.

Other people's use is an act of arrogance. If it is placed in the ancient and fortified capital, it may be a crime of ransacking the house and destroying the family.

But here is the Great Wilderness, and the people of the Great Wilderness are not that particular about it.

I'm a barbarian too! (pride)

"It's too alienating to call you son." Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile: "My name is Gai Jiutian. If you don't like it, you can call me a saint. I can bear it."

The old patriarch: "..."

"Brother sick, didn't you just say that your name is Ruoxu?" Xiao Budian asked suspiciously
Could it be that this sick brother, like himself, has many names.

Xiao BuDian started to think wildly, patriarch grandpa likes to call him Xiao BuDian, Uncle Lin Hu likes to call him Little Shitou, and others call him Xiao Shi Hao, Nai Wa, Nai Hao...

"A name is just a code name. When I use my code name to have a conversation, your code name is also me. What does it mean? Does it mean that you are me, and I am you..."

"What is this, this is his ease."

Zhang Ruoxu mumbled, "Where did I come from, and where did I die? Why did I appear in this world? What does my appearance mean to this world? Did the world choose me, or did I choose the world?"

"Ask the real self in reincarnation, whether the real self is in the past or in the future."

"Is there a necessary connection between me and the universe? Does the universe have an end? Does time have a length? Where does the past time disappear? Where does the future time stop?"

At this moment, Zhang Ruoxu's whole body exuded the brilliance of wisdom.

"Mr. Ming, which side of the ancient country are you from?"

The old patriarch was terrified. When he was young, he traveled through the wilderness, met many people, and heard many teachings. He is an intellectual in the wilderness. Because of his smattering of knowledge, he is easier to be fooled.

Unlike the little one who is innocent, he only thinks about three things in his mind, animal milk, animal milk, or animal milk for riding a horse!

Listening to the conversation between the patriarch and the sick brother, bored, the little one let out a sigh of relief, lying on the bed sleepy
One second, two seconds, three seconds, and fell asleep without the slightest hesitation.

Sleep like a baby!

"Qingqiu Kingdom, Ming Emperor Sect."

Glancing at Xiao Budian, Zhang Ruoxu smiled lightly and said, "It's just a small power, not as good as Shicun."

The old patriarch is dubious, really?I do not believe.

A powerful hypocritical force: the quasi-immortal king-level heavenly emperor testifies, and a large group of extreme supreme beings under him.

A real big force: there is a willow god at the giant level to suppress, and all members are of the blood of the fairy king, who can cultivate a supreme fairy emperor.

You thought it was the rise of a humble monk, but in fact, Huang Tiandi's life started with a fairy king teacher.

Zhang Ruoxu opened the trilogy and looked it up. This history has no age, and the words "rise against the sky" are written crookedly on each page.

He couldn't sleep anyway, and after reading carefully half the night, he finally saw the words through the cracks. There were two words "Background!" written all over the book.

After reading it, Zhang Ruoxu shuddered coldly, wondering if the universe could get better, it was too cruel to a real low-level monk like himself!

Isn't it the background?Can't beat you, can't I join you? !
So Zhang Ruoxu came to Shicun and became part of the background.

"Actually, I have some relationship with Willow God." Zhang Ruoxu smiled and said, "Since Willow God is stationed at the head of the village, please leave me a stone house at the end of the village. I plan to open a school in Stone Village to educate all living beings."

The old patriarch was overjoyed immediately, what was most lacking in the Great Wilderness was power, and knowledge was power.

In the past, no monks were willing to come to poor villages to support education, but now they met Zhang Ruoxu, it was a miracle from heaven.

"As long as Liu Shen agrees, we have no objections."

The old patriarch patted his chest and promised, and said that God Liu wanted to see him.

Zhang Ruoxu naturally has no objection, he also wants to see this legendary willow god, although he is seriously injured now, but he was once a giant of the fairy king, and his vision and understanding of Tao are still there!
Maybe he can be cured.

Zhang Ruoxu was called a sick brother by Xiaobudian, and he didn't refute it, because his injury was not only from the body, but also from the soul.

This is what he requested on his own initiative, or in other words, he acted on his own initiative to die.

Because after the seventh Nirvana rebirth, the years are not in the body, and the power of pure time can no longer sharpen him.

So Zhang Ruoxu took the initiative to seek the crushing of time and space reincarnation, trying to oppress himself, and achieve the eighth nirvana.

A trip through time and space made him talk more, exposing... ahem, it stimulated Zhang Ruoxu's character.

Time and space, reincarnation, universe, life...these questions are so mysterious that Shoutian never thinks about them, and only uses a pair of iron fists to solve them.

But when the extremely reckless Zhetian began to ask Xuanxuan, the questions became more serious, from one extreme to another.

To be reckless to the extreme is to be a dog, and to be reckless to the extreme is to be reckless. Only if you have the duality of recklessness and embarrassment can you live long and prove the Dao.

"By the way, Mr. Ming, what level of monk are you?"

The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng asked curiously.

He once walked out of the wilderness with more than a dozen strong clansmen in the village. Only Shi Yunfeng survived and brought back some bone inscriptions, and then lived at the head of Shicun Village, studying the power of bone inscriptions for more than ten years.

Although the road was cut off and he couldn't move forward, he had reached the realm of the cave.

As for Zhang Ruoxu's state, the old patriarch couldn't find out. He didn't think that it was the God of Willow, but he might be the legendary ancient god, and it was very likely that he was the prince with the inscription array.

Moving blood, cave, spirit transformation, inscription pattern, array, venerable, divine fire, these are the limited scope of the eight realms of the lower realm.

Lighting the divine fire can become a false god, that is, a god in the eyes of the world.

Zhang Ruoxu chuckled: "What realm, no realm, old patriarch, can't you see that I'm just an ordinary mortal?"

The essence of the realm is that there are barriers in the understanding of the Tao, and this is the division of the realm. If the understanding and comprehension of the Tao is realized, the barriers of the realm will no longer exist.

Shi Yunfeng had a strange look on his face, I believe you are a ghost, a mortal can come here through the wilderness, and a mortal can be valued by Liu Shen.

Zhang Ruoxu still smiled and said nothing, he was sick, he was injured, he was confused because of the reincarnation of time and space, which made him a little sentimental.

But if it is broken and then established, it is no less than a brand-new creation, and it is still unclear whether it will continue the current Shinto law.

That's right, the law of this world is incomplete, and the so-called Shinto way is not perfect, it's just a superficial manifestation of the spirit of worship, and even the most powerful and oldest ancestor spirit's ultimate achievement is not necessarily the way of God.

Otherwise, it is not the fairy king that appears in this world, but the god king, which is at the same level as the immortal king of foreign lands.

The celestial beings, who have achieved success in the three vehicles, have traces beyond the three vehicles, are not bound by the law, not for the mud of the Tao, have great merit in the world, and have great deeds in the present and the past.

Only those who connect to the broken circuit can be called saints, ancestors of Taoism.

Of course, Zhang Ruoxu's pure body power would be able to annihilate everything if there were a few unscrupulous Venerable Spirits to provoke him.

It is normal for me, a mortal, to kill several Venerable Gods, after all, I am born with divine power.

In silence, time passed by little by little, and the sun rose, casting thousands of golden lights on the world.

The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng boiled a big pot of animal milk as compensation for the little one who didn't have dinner yesterday.

After the milk was full, Xiao BuDian wiped the milk stains from the corners of his mouth, showing a satisfied smile, and narrowed his big black jewel-like eyes.

"Little one, you are too easy to be satisfied." Zhang Ruoxu shook his head, and said earnestly: "What is the milk of beasts? Let me tell you that the Vermilion Bird Clan, the Celestial Human Clan, and the legendary true fairy milk are the best."

Hearing that, Xiao Budian's eyes glowed, and he was eager to try.

"Have no confidence!"

"Have."

"Didn't drink milk? No energy, speak up!"

"Have!!!!"

"Okay, very spirited!"

Zhang Ruoxu nodded in satisfaction, and said lightly, "Those who recite my real name will get animal milk forever in reincarnation!"

The little one immediately cast admiring gazes, not knowing what was going on.

The altar of Willow God is next to the patriarch's stone house, and it is only a few steps up, and Xiao Budian also follows the trend.

The willow tree has been broken for many years, and the scorched and thick roots are eye-catching. The most attractive thing is the only willow on the trunk fluttering in the wind.

The old patriarch stepped forward to pray, and the little boy also pretended to be fish in troubled waters, muttering words.

For decades, He has never spoken, but Zhang Ruoxu made an exception because of Zhang Ruoxu's arrival, which made people curious.

"Fellow Daoist, where are you from?"

Willow God's ethereal voice resounded in his heart.

"Qingqiu Country, Sun Moon God Religion!" Zhang Ruoxu smiled slightly, and replied with the same voice from his heart
In fact, since traveling through the chaotic years, he has always been asking and answering with one heart, but the old patriarch and the little boy are too low-level to notice it.

As for the reason, it's very simple, he doesn't understand the words of Chaos Ancient Times.

Although years of research, he can understand some characters, but he knows nothing about the language of the chaotic years, especially the remote dialect of the Great Wilderness.

In a certain sense, Zhang Ruoxu is a mute.

"Qingqiu Country, Sun Moon God Sect..." Liu Shen pondered these words for a long time, then he sighed softly: "I have lost a lot of memories, maybe I knew this inheritance in the past."

No, even if you remember everything, you don't know it, unless you break through the Immortal Emperor and can go through the ages.

Zhang Ruoxu complained silently, and then said seriously, "The sea is dust, and the thunder and lightning dry up. It may not necessarily be destruction, but it may also be a new life in another sense."

"Broken mirrors reunite, broken and then erected, will be even stronger."

Liu Shen hesitated slightly, and praised: "Fellow Daoist said it well."

With Liu Shen's approval, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Ruoxu's mouth, and he began to act unscrupulously.

""The simplest and most simple truths are contained in ordinary things. "

"If an old tree breaks, it may die, because its vitality is exhausted early. Like that leek, it is yellow and thin when it is first planted, but it will become greener and thicker after harvesting crop after crop. It is also like that If a silkworm is trapped in a cocoon, it will suffocate and perish, but if it breaks out of the cocoon, it will turn into a butterfly, bright and bright, this is a nirvana, transcending the past."

Zhang Ruoxu talked eloquently

Liu Shen was startled immediately, because Zhang Ruoxu's words almost reached his heart, as if these words were said by himself.

"Is this the Daoist Daoist's comprehension?" Liu Shen praised, "You really are a great talent."

Zhang Ruoxu chuckled, shook his head, and said honestly and modestly, "I didn't say this, it was said by a fellow Taoist named Zujiling."

"Ancestral worship spirit..."

Liu Shen, who had lost a lot of memory, frowned inexplicably. He felt that this name was very familiar to him, and it was very important, occupying a large part of the space.

Zhang Ruoxu boasted: "Friend Liu Shendao doesn't know something. Zu Jiling is the number one master in our world. He is invincible in nine days and ten places. He can punch without end and kick six times. Even a real dragon will get two slaps when he passes by."

(End of this chapter)