The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

[This is the "myth" that no dynasty or human being has achieved in the long history of changes in Terra's kingdoms to "consecrate gods"]

But is this true?

Is it true that in the long history of changes in the Terran kingdoms, apart from Great Yan, no country has ever achieved the "myth" of "consecrating gods"?

What are gods?Beings that can do things that mortals cannot do, are revered by mortals, and are difficult for mortals to understand, are gods.

Then the master of Sami, the evil god of Ursus, the three shadows behind the throne of Victoria, the secrets of the Colombian underground, the Lord of Rutland, the pure land of Shelagh that is not invaded by natural disasters

Couldn't these countries use the power of "gods" to help them?

Or is it the so-called "imperial deity"...

Does it just represent the imperial seal in Great Yan’s eyes?

That war in which millions of corpses were laid dead and blood flowed for thousands of miles, and which almost brought Dayan to his knees, was ultimately for the sake of the people's well-being...

Or for the absolute authority of the real dragon, let everything in the land called Dayan bow to the emperor?

……

At this time, Zhu Jiuyin passed by a school.

The sound of children reading loudly came from the window, which evoked Zhu Jiuyin's playful smile.

He strolled through the streets and alleys of Gouwucheng and recited softly:

"When the emperor was angry, he buried millions of corpses."

"Under the whole world, is it not the king's land."

"United as one, united as one."

"All people...one heart."

"Ha ha……"

Zhu Jiuyin sneered inwardly:

'How can there be so many people united as one?They are just using the name of common people to fill their own desires. '

It’s not that the black snake doesn’t believe in this kind of thing, because it’s not like he has never swallowed people with this kind of will.

It's just because He can truly understand everything in people's hearts and experience others' perspectives personally that Black Snake understands...

Saints are, after all, only a minority.

And in this land, more ordinary people with their own little thoughts are the mainstream of this land... Whether it is the powerful officials in the temples or the common people in the streets, good people are always rare.

It is also difficult to live long.

Not to mention... so what if there are so-called saints?

In a group, as long as there is a loophole of corruption, as long as public opinion is slightly used, the group will not be trustworthy in the eyes of the public.

And the Black Snake... is quite good at using people's greed to divide the group and then defeat them one by one.

Since people do not allow God to stand over them...

So, why do people allow others to stand on their heads?

And if people allow themselves to dedicate everything to others who have never even met...

Then why not dedicate all of yourself to God?

……

And in an unknown town, a black-haired woman wearing walking clothes, carrying a pheasant on her back, with an eyebrow mark on her forehead, dressed as a monk but not shaved, was looking around with some surprise.

The uncle carrying the burden, the children playing and playing, the big yellow dog that barks non-stop...

Cool breeze, falling green leaves, flowing creek...

All of this, except for the woman who does not belong here, is frozen, as if time has been fixed at this moment.

"..."

Saga frowned slightly.

Although she had been lucky enough to glimpse a real moment of this world and knew that everything was a portrait and that she was in the painting of an unimaginable being, she had never encountered the scene today.

Although Saga initially realized that he was in a scroll, he would be a little scared, but as time passed and he realized that the owner of the scroll intended to wake him up, he became calm again.

Living people, tea tastes good, and fruits can be eaten...

The top of Tianyue Mountain, the banks of the No Return River, Wujie Plain, Longmen Inn...those people and those things, even though Saga knows he is in the painting, he can still gain insights into life from them.

What is true and what is false?

Why not treat it like a big dream, have food and drink, and not have to be disturbed by the world, let alone avoid natural disasters and fear of infection? Isn't it quite pleasant?

As a result, Saga lingered around and failed to wake up several times, but just made do with it.

But now it seems...

"Sorry, it's Mr. Monk who is disturbing you."

Saga clasped his hands together and saluted to the sky where clouds no longer flowed, but he did not receive any response.

But Saga was not discouraged. Instead, he maintained his saluting posture and remained motionless.

She seemed to be stagnant like everything around her for a long time.

"...No need to panic."

Just when Saga was still thinking about whether he had stayed in the scroll for too long and made his master unhappy, a female voice appeared out of thin air in the environment that should have been silent.

The appearance of this female voice made Saga very surprised.

Because she had traveled through hundreds of scrolls and had a glimpse of the reality of this world, she was sure... that was not someone who had mistakenly fallen into the scroll like her.

Saga turned around, but because he had been saluting for too long, his limbs went numb and he almost fell down.

"Be careful."

A woman wearing a green cheongsam took over Saga who almost fell down, and said helplessly:

"You are saluting here, but she cannot be seen. Although she occasionally looks through her past works, she has too many masterpieces..."

The woman carefully lifted Saga up, fearing that Saga would hurt her ankles again.

As if she could see the confusion in Saga's eyes, the young woman let out a long sigh, then looked towards the distance that would never be reached, and murmured as if her sight was about to penetrate the painting:

"Finally...you finally stopped trapping yourself in this world, stopped waiting passively, and chose to take the initiative?"

The woman took another look at the monk who had spent ten years in the painting but still maintained his original intention.

She vaguely felt that the other person was somewhat familiar, as if he was somewhat similar to a monk Xi had told about in the past.

Then...it doesn't matter if she answers her doubts, right?

With her thoughts spinning, the woman smiled slightly at Saga.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself...my name is Li."

"Just as you know in your mind, I am the subject of a painting."

Chapter 434 Immortals and Immortals and Humans

"...the person in the painting?"

"Yes, in this self-contained three thousand world, shouldn't you already have the answer?"

"Maybe the young monk hasn't practiced enough... but hearing someone admit it personally is shocking to the young monk."

"..."

"Thrilling battles, majestic rivers and mountains, hospitable civilians, bad guys, good guys, good deeds, bad deeds...even the food that makes me feel the taste and fullness are all just pictures of others. The works are really a bit scary to think about.”

"But I can't see much panic on your face, and few people can maintain their original intention like you in such a long day. Some people simply forget who they are and stay on the picture forever. .”

"After all, that gentleman is a kind-hearted person. He will definitely wake up those people when they are dying of consciousness."

"...Oh? Why do you see it?"

"The fisherman on the top of Tianyue Mountain, the weaver woman by the Bugui River, the halberd-wielding general on the Wujie Plain, the proprietress of the Longmen Inn... Sir has reminded the young monk many times."

In the teahouse, Saga and Li Zheng were drinking tea and talking.

It's strange to say that even though everything in the scroll is stagnant, the tea in Li's hand and the mouth of the teapot are still emitting bursts of heat, filling the surroundings with the fragrance of tea, including the tea that will fluctuate as the cup moves.

As if aware of Saga's doubts, Li patiently explained:

"This scroll was temporarily put away by that gentleman, and the sealed scroll naturally makes it impossible for people to understand the charm of it... But you don't have to worry, you will be able to escape from this world soon."

"As for me... you can understand that I am a rather special person in the painting. Just like those [ink monsters]."

"Gah!"

At this time, Saga was surprised to find that those strange creatures that seemed to be made of ink were able to move freely at this time.

An [Abite] jumped in from outside, but when it saw the two of them, it seemed to be frightened and ran away quickly.

"...These interesting little creatures are also special people in the painting?"

"Yes, you can regard them as the distracting thoughts of the master of this world. Works that entrust the creator's emotions are always special, aren't they?"

Li blinked playfully, but Saga still felt confused.

The girl in front of me has the ability to think for herself, is independent, and can even eat like herself...

Is it just the creation of the owner of this place?

This is even difficult to explain using Origin Stone technology. I am afraid that only those legends and stories of supernatural beings can have such scenes...

Li waited quietly for Saga to digest the information.

Of course, she is not the real Li. The real Li has died of old age. She is just a figure in Xi's painting to commemorate her late friend.

But Xi's paintings are so wonderful... Even Xi himself will not completely know about Li's life before meeting her, but Li, as the subject of the painting, can clearly have complete memories of his life.

When Xi didn't want to look for Zhu Jiuyin, but wanted to chat, she would occasionally chat with the person in the painting and talk about what happened recently that made her find interesting.

But the person in the painting also knows that he is not Li after all, he is just a similar flower painted by the immortal. Xi also knows that the book boy who used to polish ink for him is dead.

It’s just like mortals going to mourn their deceased relatives and friends…

Xi will occasionally do this kind of thing.

Doing something like this is meaningless in the eyes of the black snake.

……

From the past chats with Xi, and even through the works that Xi had painted in the past, Li Ziran learned a lot of things.

For example, Xi once casually saved a young novice monk from the Eastern Kingdom.

The clear eyes of the woman in front of me, who has not yet been tonsured and calls herself a novice monk, are somewhat similar to that of a novice monk.

"Why are you here?"

Facing Li's inquiry, Saga answered calmly:

"The young monk was just passing through the boundary of Dayan Gou Wu. He suddenly had a whim and wanted to visit his master's old friend, who was also a great master in painting. Seeing the beautiful scenery under the waterfalls of Huiqi Mountain, he slept in a thatched hut in the mountain. Su, I didn’t expect that as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, I would be here.”

"But since the gentleman has such magical powers, he must still be in the human world... It's rare for a young monk to be so weird. I'm going to make amends to that gentleman."

After confirming that the other person was indeed Xi's old friend, Li Ze, the person in the painting, looked up at the sky again.

This situation will continue for a while, and it seems that Xi is no longer too lazy to pay attention to this Dongguo monk who is lingering in the scroll. He will not send her out specially, but will wait until all the scrolls are thoroughly sorted before throwing her away. go out.

And since the time inside and outside the painting is all in Xi's thoughts, but Xi rarely deliberately controls the flow speed inside and outside the painting, there is still a lot of time before Saga breaks away from the painting.

So……

"It won't be long, Miss Saga..."

"Would you like to hear a story?"

A story that is neither long nor short, neither thrilling nor ordinary.

A story about... immortals, immortals and humans.

……

Decades ago, there was a town called Poshan Town on the southeastern border of Dayan.