Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

The power belonging to the gods was far superior to theirs, as if they were not on the same level at all. No matter how hard they struggled, it was all in vain.

Sitting in the room, Anle was in a daze and it took him a long time to calm down.

Even though he had learned the news in advance from Dahuang, the shock of seeing it with his own eyes was completely different.

In the following days, Anle tried to break the deadlock through deduction every day, but the results he got made him more and more desperate.

No matter whether Anle tried to break the situation with violence and kill the believers who came to participate in the grand sacrifice to the gods, or to expose the conspiracy of the gods and reveal the truth to the people, he could not escape the bad ending of the demise of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It seemed that everything was really too late, just as Dahuang said.

******

On this day, it was cloudy and rainy in Yujing City. Thick dark clouds covered the sky, and a depressing atmosphere hung in people's hearts.

People were hurrying along the street, and the usually bustling pub now had only a few scattered customers.

A haggard young man was sitting at the table, drinking cup after cup of wine. He stared blankly at the rainy street, his eyes lifeless, and muttered.

“Failed…failed…failed…”

The shopkeeper didn't understand what the man was saying, but seeing how depressed he looked, he kindly advised him, "Sir, drink less. There are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome."

This young man was not drinking in his shop for the first time. A few days ago, he was still muttering, "Perhaps changing the method will work" and "There must be hope", but he became more depressed every day until he became what he is now.

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, his beard was untidy, and he looked unkempt. Hearing this, he drank another glass of bitter wine and said with difficulty: "I can't get over it, I can't get over it."

The shopkeeper was speechless for a moment, and sighed, "It's getting late, I'm going to close here, sir, please take care of yourself."

So the young man bought another pot of wine, walked out of the tavern in the rain, letting the raindrops wet his clothes.

He was drinking and walking in the rain on the street, looking very disheveled. Passers-by looked at him with surprise. Ordinary monks had magic power to protect themselves, so the rain was isolated from them and their clothes naturally did not get wet.

However, people's attention did not stay on him for too long.

In this busy Yujing City, who would care about a frustrated person?

At this time, a figure dressed in gorgeous but disheveled clothes walked down the street not far away.

"It's His Highness Gongming!"

Seeing this person, passers-by were a little surprised, but no one dared to step forward and say hello.

"It is said that three years ago, this prince was too sad about the death of Imperial Master Wuxu, and his original hysteria relapsed, and it was even more serious than before. He has become half crazy."

"What a pity! Three years ago, His Highness Gongming was also a genius with outstanding talent, but now he is mostly useless."

"Shh—don't let His Highness Gongming hear it, he..."

Before the man finished speaking, Xuan Gongming, with disheveled hair, glared at him: "Who said I'm crazy?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not sick!"

Having said that, Xuan Gongming walked towards the man aggressively.

Seeing this, passers-by didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and could only say repeatedly: "His Highness Gongming is not sick, it's our fault."

No matter how down and out Xuan Gongming was, he was still the legitimate son of King Xuan, with an extremely respected status, and not someone that ordinary people could mess with.

But doesn't this reaction make him seem even more terminally ill?

After the pedestrians on the roadside gave way, Xuan Gongming and the young man were the only two people left on the street.

Xuan Gongming originally didn't care about this embarrassed and frustrated man, but after the two passed each other, he stopped, turned around and stared at the other person in a daze.

"you……"

Xuan Gongming walked up to the young man, looked at his face carefully, and said bitterly: "You look like an old friend of mine."

The young man staggered, raised his head and saw Xuan Gongming's appearance, tears flowed down his face, and he lost his composure.

"There is no hope! Great Zhou...there is no hope!"

Xuan Gongming was speechless for a long time. After a while, he hugged the young man tightly and said, "Little Junior Brother, let's go home! Let's go home..."

Afterwards, Xuan Gongming took the young man back to his residence in Yujing City.

This is a small palace with not many maids in it. It looks simple and deserted.

If it were three years ago, Xuan Gongming would certainly not live in such a shabby place, but three years have passed, and the elders who originally had high hopes for him have given up hope, and his treatment has gradually declined to its current level.

Seeing Xuan Gongming bring back a strange young man who reeked of alcohol, the few maids were a little surprised, but they felt that it was no big deal.

Compared to some of the things this half-crazy prince had done in the past, just bringing back a man was not a big deal.

Under Xuan Gongming's order, the maids cleaned the young man's body, tidied his appearance, and then changed him into clean clothes.

During this process, the young man remained motionless and silent, like a distraught puppet, allowing the maids to manipulate him.

Soon, the maids were surprised to find that the young man's body was extremely perfect, as if there was not a single flaw, like a flawless work of art, which made them blush.

At the same time, after washing the young man's face and shaving off the stubble on his face, the facial features that were revealed could only be described as delicate, but they had an indescribable mysterious temperament. Coupled with the melancholy eyes, they unconsciously attracted people's attention and had a unique charm.

When the cleaned young man walked out, everyone in the palace was dazzled and amazed.

One maid secretly thought, "Where did His Highness Gongming pick up such a beautiful person? I want to pick one up too."

Seeing the young man at this moment, Xuan Gongming put his arm around his shoulders and said with a hearty smile: "Junior brother, let's drink to our heart's content tonight!"

The maids were not surprised by the way Xuan Gongming was addressed.

In the past three years, he has called everyone Junior Brother, Second Junior Brother, Third Junior Sister, and Master, and the person he calls is different each time!

So Xuan Gongming and the young man drank all night until he fell into a deep sleep at dawn.

In a blink of an eye, several days passed.

Many people in Yujing City have heard that Xuan Gongming has kept a man of unknown origin in his mansion, who spends his days drinking to drown his sorrows and lives in a daze.

However, most people treated this as a joke. After all, Xuan Gongming had done many absurd things.

In the past few days since the young man settled down, his expression has become more and more dull, his breath has become more and more restrained, and his vitality and spirit seem to be dissipating.

Xuan Gongming saw that something was wrong, so he took the initiative to challenge him to a duel.

The young man accepted the challenge reluctantly, but his mind was always distracted.

"Junior brother, I'm coming to attack!"

Xuan Gongming grinned and said, "I'm going to wake you up today!"

"Isn't this what you said to me at the beginning?"

After saying that, Xuan Gongming activated his magic power and attacked with a bang. He has now become a monk of the Holy Gate and his aura is quite good. He is not considered a weakling among the younger generation of the Great Zhou.

However, the next second, his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Xuan Gongming opened his mouth in astonishment, then gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't count this time, I wasn't serious just now!"

He attacked again, but the outcome was not different. This time he flew backwards even faster.

On the other hand, the young man not far away was standing there with a confused look on his face, just holding up a finger.

Although he had no intention of fighting now, his nearly perfect body reflexively resisted the external enemy and easily knocked Xuan Gongming away.

However, Xuan Gongming is also a stubborn person, how could he admit defeat so easily?

"I just don't believe it. I can't even beat you right now!"

So, when Chu Xi, the daughter of Chu Wang, came to visit the mansion, she saw this scene:

Xuan Gongming's clothes were tattered. He was lying on the ground in the courtyard, looking at the sky with lifeless eyes, and he was very doubtful about his life.

"Junior brother, I really don't understand. You are so strong now, why are you still worried?"

Not far away, the young man shook his head and said, "No, I'm still too weak..."

Xuan Gongming was deeply shocked, as if he had been shot in the chest: "Is this too weak?"

"Besides, even if you are not strong enough now, you will become stronger in the future. By then, what difficulties can stand in your way?"

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "There is no future anymore..."

Suddenly, he froze for a moment and murmured, "The future..."

Chu Xi, who was standing by, quickly walked over to Xuan Gongming, helped him up, and asked in a half-reproachful and half-concerned tone, "Gongming, what are you doing?"

After three years of experience, Chu Xi has obviously matured a lot and become more calm and composed, but the tenderness in her eyes when she looks at Xuan Gongming has never changed.

"Sister Xi, you are here."

Xuan Gongming smiled and scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, then said excitedly: "Look, this is the junior brother I just found, he is amazing!"

"Junior brother?"

Hearing this title, Chu Xi's heart skipped a beat. She still remembered that Xuan Gongming once called the deceased National Master Wuxu "Junior Brother".

However, when Chu Xi turned around, she saw a face that was completely different from that of National Master Wuxu, and a myriad of thoughts filled her mind.

"Yeah, how could they be the same person?"

"Gong Ming really still can't forget him...but Fellow Daoist An has been dead for three years!"

Chu Xi was naturally sad for a while because of An Le's death, but she hoped that Xuan Gongming could get over it rather than become the half-crazy Prince Gongming as people called him.

Xuan Gongming didn't know what she was thinking, and said to himself: "Don't underestimate him, all the injuries on my body were caused by him."

Chu Xi was stunned and looked at this person carefully.

The young man looked confused, and kept muttering: "The future... the future..."

His clothes were fairly neat, but he reeked of alcohol. Combined with the rumors she had heard recently, Chu Xi couldn't help but frown.

No matter how you look at it, this is a decadent person, his mind is not very clear, and he is quite similar to Xuan Gongming when he was hysterical.

As for the "powerful" that Xuan Gongming mentioned, she didn't see it at all.

Chu Xi was considering her words, thinking about how to persuade this patient to leave this place, but she saw the confusion in the young man's eyes gradually dissipate, as if a ray of light pierced through the fog, and also broke the confusion in his heart!

"I understand, I understand!"

“Hope lies in the future!”

Then, the young man's fading aura gathered again, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if hiding a vast galaxy.

In an instant, his entire temperament changed drastically, like a sword that had been wiped clean of dust, his sharp aura expanded instantly, making Chu Xi dare not look directly at him.

At the same time, the shadows of the six heavenly palaces and two holy gates appeared one after another around the young man.

Moreover, every heavenly palace and holy gate is magnificent and majestic, far surpassing those of ordinary cultivators.

When Chu Xi and Xuan Gongming saw these phantoms, they couldn't help but feel shocked and ashamed of themselves, thinking that their spiritual power could not compare to theirs.

However, the two of them had only seen such a perfect divine shadow on one person.

boom--

Along with the roar of magic power, two portals rose tall on the east and west sides of the six heavenly palaces.

The four holy gates surrounded the six heavenly palaces. The operation and circulation of magic power became more harmonious and smooth, with flowing light and dazzling splendor.

The Six Heavenly Palaces appear and the Four Saintly Gates open!

In just a few seconds, the young man opened the two great sacred treasures of the Saint Sect, and his cultivation level was almost as high as that of the monks on the Divine Platform!

"There is no hope for the present Great Zhou, but there is still hope in the future!"

Anle took a step forward, and the decadence of several days disappeared with this step.

He finally woke up and realized that there was only one way to save Da Zhou, and that was to send it to the future!

I don’t know if you have read “The Three-Body Problem”. I was deeply impressed by the “support for the future” in it. In short, this chapter has not been explained clearly. I was very busy today on New Year’s Eve, and I feel that it is not written very well and is a bit hasty. I will revise it a little later.

Finally, I wish you all a happy new year! I hope everyone will become rich, healthy and happy in the new year!

Chapter 331 Fellow Daoist Wuxu, you are still alive!

In the past few days, Anle tried every possible way to save the current Great Zhou, but the only outcome he got was final destruction.

And every failure meant that he would personally experience the fall of the Great Zhou and witness the demise of countless people. The blow brought by this experience was something that not everyone could bear.

Even if it is Anle, his faith will be shaken after repeated failures. He can no longer see the way forward or hope, and falls into pain, loneliness, and helplessness.

If we really count his age in reality, Anle is only about 20 years old. He is just a child among the cultivators, but he bears pressure that ordinary people can hardly imagine. What's more important is that he can't find fellow Taoists who share the same path with him, and the world doesn't understand him. This is why his Taoist heart collapsed and he couldn't extricate himself.

By chance, Xuan Gongming picked up Anle.