Chen Yi's back is leaning against the plum tree, recalling the past years of mortal life.

For a while.

Some mixed feelings.

When he and Dong Yunyue first arrived in Suzhou, the plum tree was just an unknown plum tree, no one cared about it, its buds bloomed in spring and winter, and they were short-lived and blooming in an instant.

It is just to let Zhao Dieer have a suitable physique for cultivation.

Even he himself did not expect that a wisp of dream principles that he casually penetrated into the body of the plum tree could actually help the plum tree transform, and then produce the most precious yellow beam fruit.

That's right.

The Huangliang fruit that these monks dreamed of and risked their lives to fight for was just his mortal dream, and those magical powers were the three thousand magical powers transmitted to him by the white fox's face.

The way of immortals and mortals, the difference between true and false.

Immortals are real, all are illusions.

A single thought of the Great Way, floating life is like a dream, and the appearance of all sentient beings are all in a dream. If you wake up against the dust, and transform from emptiness to reality, you will realize the true self. The true self and the Tao heart are strong, and you are the immortal child!

Chen Yi is enlightened, quietly guarding the spiritual platform, his mind is clear, his consciousness is immersed in the clouds, and he can penetrate the deep principles. The branches of the plum tree are swaying, and the surrounding divine light is getting more dazzling, assisting with all his strength.

Pavilion bubbles.

An ordinary farmer, with his face to the loess and his back to the sky, works at sunrise and rests at sundown, working diligently, but the county magistrate often exploits and oppresses him, and he cannot escape his life of poverty.

One day, a monk came to the village.

Seeing that the mortal was a good man and wanted to accept a disciple, the mortal took out a few copper plates and sent the monk away without mentioning anything about practicing Taoism. His wife was very puzzled and asked why.

The mortal smiled and replied: "The boss said that they are just some charlatans."

This story is not the way of fantasy, but it also hides the true meaning of the way of fantasy.

For monks, all worldly matters are nothing but passing clouds.

But in the mortal world, seeking divination from immortals is like the moon in the water, ethereal and insubstantial.

"It is said that great wisdom is like foolishness, great skill is like clumsiness, great exuberance is like rush, great debate is like indifference, great straightness is like bending, great success is like lack, an elephant is invisible, generosity has no corners, great voice is like a sound..."

“Seeing with the eyes does not necessarily mean that it is true, and hearing with the ears does not necessarily mean that it is false.

"Speaking of it, it is a Tao mind. All living beings are transformed by Tao dreams, and they all have Tao nature. If you believe it, it will be true. If you don't believe it, it will be empty. The truth and emptiness are only in a thought."

Chen Yi crosses his knees and twists the seals, and an indescribable Taoist charm spreads out. His mood is sublimated, and he can vaguely glimpse the threshold of becoming a god after slaying mortals, and lays a solid foundation.

Outside the clouds and mist.

Blood Demon Xiaozu took advantage of the distractions of the monks to eliminate the pursuers and reunited with Danyangzi. The two of them joined forces to repel Yi Qinglan, who had long since lost interest in fighting, and used their magical powers to escape.

Never left the secret realm.

Just because he was also curious about men's heels, based on the previous information, Blood Demon Xiao Zu made a rough guess: "Could this person be the legendary Emperor of Heaven?"

"Nine times out of ten."

Danyangzi said solemnly.

"How do you think this emperor compares to Chen Changsheng? Who is stronger or weaker?" Blood Demon Xiao Zu asked, staring closely at the hazy clouds. He could not see through the opponent's limits.

"It's not easy to compare."

Monks who have just embarked on the path of spiritual practice or who are ignorant only judge geniuses by their realm. He does not like Chen Changsheng, but he cannot deny that Chen Changsheng's talent is unparalleled.

Two thousand years ago.

The war between good and evil had lasted for nearly a thousand years, but was completely ended by Chen Changsheng single-handedly. Regardless of his position, this move was enough to make him famous in history.

The peak of Nascent Soul is the limit of the times, not Chen Changsheng's limit.

And this mysterious Emperor of Heaven seems to be of the same type as Chen Changsheng. He outdoes his contemporaries, and at least in Huanmeng, he has gone further than anyone else.

It's hard to judge. To put it bluntly, they are a bunch of mediocre people and don't deserve to be judged.

Sudden.

The clouds and mist around the plum tree cleared away, and the hearts of the cultivators present suddenly rose to their throats.

Chen Yi stretched his body and said, "I owe you my love for enlightenment. Since you have the intention to transform into a human form, I will teach you the method of enlightenment today. I hope that one day I can cultivate the body of a living being."

He raised his finger and lightly tapped a branch.

The aura is like a canopy that extinguishes for a moment: "If he walks around the world in his youth, he should be kind to others, perform good deeds, accumulate merit, and accumulate blessings, so that he can achieve positive results. I must remember it."

His own hands have been stained with the blood of too many innocent monks, and he has committed serious sins. This was not his intention, but it is the end of the matter. There is no need to look back.

The plum tree is ignorant, but it can still be taught.

Just as he tried his best to prevent Beihuang and others from committing indiscriminate killings, all kinds of causes and effects will be imposed on my body. My left hand is stained with the blood of the enemies of the world, and my right hand wipes away the eternal sins of life.

Peace be with you all, and I shall have no regrets.

Suddenly there is a strange and fragrant fragrance, and then the plum tree blooms with snow-white flowers and bears fruits. Dozens of yellow rice berries compete for the first place and fall from the branches.

All were suspended in front of Chen Yi.

Outsiders can't help but say: That's Huang Liang Guo, a rare treasure of heaven and earth. Not long ago, they were fighting over it with bloodshed and countless casualties.

However, an even more incredible scene for them was yet to come.

"I want this thing to be useless, just take nine."

Chen Yi smiled warmly, waved his sleeves, and the Heavenly Kingdom in his palm held nine yellow Liangfan fruits. Chan Hongyi and the others took one each, reluctantly bringing one to Ning Yuan.

See the situation.

The blood pressure of others soared, and they wanted to rush in and snatch the remaining rice berries.

The branches of the plum tree swayed again, indicating that this was the last time she would bear fruit. When she transformed, she would no longer be able to bear fruit. Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then clasped his hands and smiled lightly:

"Then give it to someone who is destined."

Say it.

The magic power rolls up dozens of yellow beam fruits and throws them out at will. Countless streams of light light up the deep night. The ethereal and melodious fairy music spreads throughout the land of Longhan, and everyone looks up.

mercy.

Yellow rice fruits are scattered like shooting stars, intertwining with the stars in the sky. From villages to towns, from mountains to rivers, gorgeous tassels fall from the sky.

Bask in the starlight.

People in the world have found unprecedented comfort in their hearts, and it has nothing to do with spiritual practice.

The plum tree was also happy. Chen Yi patted the trunk of the tree and blew out the fairy air. A strong wind blew for a while, and the monks around him were taken out of the Gusu ruins. Finally, he walked straight towards Qianli.

The immortal caressed my head, and my hair was knotted, so I could live forever.

With the complete "Huang Liang Yi Meng" supernatural power, Chen Yi rubbed her head and left quietly without saying a word from the beginning to the end. The past has ended at this point.

Looking at Qian Li, who was flattered as if he had found a treasure, Beihuang slowly narrowed his elegant frosty eyes, and an inexplicable murderous intention spread, the chill was chilling and bone-piercing.
Chapter completed!