The green cow speaks human words, its voice is simple and distant.
"As for the Nine Difficulties, it's better for me, Lao Song, to go there myself."
"Hey, this child has grown up beside me since he was a child. I can't just watch him die young."
"That little girl will be sad..."
Wang San and others were stunned when they heard this:
They vaguely thought about asking Mr. Song to go to Liangzhu, but they hesitated and did not dare to speak.
Without it, this tree god, who has nothing to do with the world, is cultivating the path of inaction.
Just as a bystander, I quietly watched this world for more than 10,000 years.
Seeing the rise of Taoism and the disappearance of witchcraft, all the schools of thought are united; they seize the emperor and grant gods, and the three religions and nine streams of magical powers are revealed.
No matter the wind and rain, the ups and downs, or the sufferings, I have never interfered in the slightest, let alone traveled thousands of miles away from my own roots.
It was only during the "Emperor Tribulation" that destroyed the world that year that he finally couldn't help but feel the kindness in his heart, and used his majestic body to protect a little witch boy who was seriously injured and fell at his feet.
That child has been reincarnated several times, and Mr. Song has always been by his side.
She is now the deaf mother-in-law...
During an encounter that year, Mr. Song protected the deaf mother-in-law for nine reincarnations.
The deaf mother-in-law also became the quiet and inactive Song Lao, her only concern in the world of mortals.
Only with love for the house and the crow can this ten thousand-year-old tree god be willing to become the guardian of the small courtyard.
The reason why the three and four Wangs were unwilling and did not dare to speak up and trouble Mr. Song:
The first is respect for the predecessors, and the second is that once the path of inaction is contaminated with cause and effect, it will be difficult to enjoy the years in peace.
There is a saying that is rough but not rough: The world of mortals is like a big dye vat. If you can get in, you can’t get out...
How can you not be surprised when you see the tree god taking the initiative to "break the power" now?
Song Lao saw the appearance of several people and knew what they were thinking.
He smiled calmly and didn't explain too much.
"You don't have to wait like this. Just think of me as Lao Song and me thinking about moving."
“Practice and practice, only ‘cultivation’ without ‘acting’ is tantamount to working behind closed doors, and your achievements will ultimately be limited.”
"Lao Song, I just figured it out just now, and it's all thanks to my unbearable concern for the little girl."
Seeing that Song Lao had given up his intention to leave, just when Mr. Hu and others didn't know what to say, things changed again in the Liangzhu Underground Palace.
At this moment, all the powerful minds in the small courtyard were focused on that, so they naturally felt it and smiled at the same time.
"Hahaha, okay!"
"I didn't expect that Leader Zhang and Wuxin Buddha would join forces to take action. That child Xiaojiu will be worry-free!"
Yuhang Dadi, Liangzhu Underground Palace:
Qiong Shen, who turned into flesh and blood vines all over the sky, saw the strange phenomena in the world and knew that Hua Jiunan was desperate.
As a lingering outsider, he is actually more afraid of death than any other living creature.
Otherwise, when he heard the words "Jiang Chudi", he would not have been so frightened that his whole body trembled and he was stunned on the spot.
The more you fear death, the more likely you are to nip danger in the bud.
As a result, the vines all over the sky no longer frantically drained away the primitive people around them, but instead entangled and circled together, turning into a big bloody hand, grabbing at Master Chang Ba in the air.
"Hehehe, the Royal Family of the Absolute Saint is actually desperate and desperate. In ancient times, no one would believe this scene even if it were told."
"Absolute saints...such great and awesome existences, they will not put themselves in danger."
"Young little guy, you haven't grown up after all, you are too immature!"
Facing this strange hand that was several times bigger than Chang Baye, everyone in Hua Jiunan felt a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
Maybe this is the difference in realm: once Qiong Shen becomes serious, they have no chance to resist.
Just when Hua Jiunan had bitten the tip of his tongue and was about to forcefully get rid of Qiong Shen's pressure and break through the mystery of the womb, there was a sudden explosion in the air.
It's not thunder from the sky, the space above is rippling like water waves.
After a few ripples, a small boat floated out.
At first it was only the size of a palm, but as it got closer and closer to the altar, it became normal.
It is the "boat of suffering" that the great Confucian scholar Xun Yi condensed with the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism.
On the bow of the bitter boat, standing with the wind, an old man, a young man, and a monk. They are none other than the leader of the Taiping Sect who cares about the world, the Wuxin little monk who is one with the Buddha and the devil.
When he arrived here, the little guy obviously didn't notice the scene below.
Bearing in mind Hua Jiunan's advice, "Children must be polite," I clasped my chubby little hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
"Namo Amitabha."
"Excuse me...Is anyone home?"
"The young monk is not asking for alms today. He is here to look for his brother."
"My brother...he has been missing for many days..."