Zhou Sheng was taken to a stone room surrounded by candlelight.
The candlelight emits a rich blue light, casting a layer of haze over the entire room.
Zhou Sheng looked up and down. In the center of the room was a low, flat stone platform with a smooth stone surface.
On the stone platform, there are bamboo-colored tea sets.
Smoke is rising from the teapot, and light waves are contained in the teacup.
"The King of Samsara still has this kind of... elegance?" Zhou Sheng couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Sheng didn't know much about the King of Samsara, but based on the few stories he heard about his past life, how could such a guy who could violently destroy the world arrange a teahouse in the underworld?
King Qin Guang replied with some embarrassment: "This is built by Black and White Wuchang in imitation of the human style..."
It turned out that it was the black and white impermanence that came to the world to "play" when there was nothing to do. Zhou Sheng suddenly felt that everything became natural.
King Qin Guang said: "Wait a moment, King Samsara should come soon."
After finishing speaking, he exited the room that looked like a tea room, leaving Zhou Sheng waiting alone in a quiet environment.
I have to say that the aesthetics of Black and White Impermanence are quite unique.
The construction of the teahouse seems to be in the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, looking simple and inclusive.
The furnishings inside the house are a bit more characteristic of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, often decorated with screens, paintings and ornaments.
The ink painting of two dragons playing with pearls on the stone wall and the meticulous brushwork with emerald dots on the screen both add a lot of depth and restraint to the house.
Zhou Sheng walked slowly around and finally sat on the round cattail leaf in front of the tea table.
The tea set in front of me is more like the style of the late Qing Dynasty. The ceramic surface is intact and it is obviously suitable for practical use.
In fact, in the past, Zhou Sheng's understanding of the history and cultural styles of various dynasties was limited to middle and high school textbooks.
But after experiencing so many tombs, Zhou Sheng learned to distinguish them based on the cultural relics unearthed there.
At least, he won't be the type to be deceived by fake antique dealers.
At this time, a few weak airflows came out from the hollow bamboo pieces of the screen.
Zhou Sheng immediately knew that the rightful master had arrived.
Samsara King quickly walked into the stone house and saw Zhou Shengzheng sitting upright and contentedly. The other party waved his hand to him, indicating that he could take a seat casually, which was quite a bit presumptuous.
"You are really rude." Samsara King said in an incomprehensible tone.
"You don't seem to care about these hypocritical people, do you?" Zhou Sheng showed no intention of getting up to greet him.
It was not that he lacked respect for the King of Samsara, nor was he worried that his disrespectful behavior would offend him.
Zhou Sheng knew full well that Samsara King would not be touched by these insignificant details.
The King of Samsara really didn't care much. He strode forward and sat across from the tea table.
That small futon was in sharp contrast to his majestic figure, making him always look a little aggrieved.
Whether it was when he was the Empress or the King of Samsara, there were many people who knelt down and feared him.
But the only thing that can really make him look at him seriously is his strength!
"Winning or losing is winning or losing. No matter what the process is, I will never deny it." King Samsara spoke and went straight to the point.
Listening to his tone, Zhou Sheng immediately understood the purpose of King Samsara meeting him this time.
With his nature, it is absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing as "being defeated".
But it was precisely this stubbornness that did not allow Samsara King to remain silent about his defeat.
I'm afraid, based on Samsara King's thinking, since he failed, he needs to show Zhou Sheng something to prove that he accepts defeat.
At the same time, this move should not be too obvious and superficial.
Of course, according to Samsara King's temperament, I'm afraid he should show something when he lost that game.
It's a pity that his own state was beyond the control of reason at that time, so he delayed this matter until now.
Zhou Sheng answered with a clear understanding: "On the battlefield, winning or losing is just a matter of routine. The result of this word is not important compared to the wonderful battle process. I have learned a lot from the King of Samsara."
He maintains an unhumble attitude, neither is he proud of his victory, nor is he like all living beings who regard the King of Samsara as a god.
After all, Zhou Sheng never believed in God and never feared God.
"Do you know the origin of the meteorite gold you used at that time?" King Samsara asked.
"Origin?" Zhou Sheng pondered the word.
"As far as I know, it once had a name, Donghuang Bell."
Zhou Sheng's heart skipped a beat: "The legendary Donghuang Bell that can create heaven and earth?"
"Exactly."
In the legends left by later generations, the Donghuang Bell, as an ancient artifact, has the power to create the world.
He is often accompanied by the God-Emperor and becomes their tool to create the world.
Although Zhou Sheng had already experienced the magic of Meteor Gold, he never expected that it would be so powerful!
He couldn't help but start to think about what the King of Samsara wanted to do when he suddenly told him this secret.
Was it just because Samsara King was defeated in the battle and wanted to express his good will, so he told me the information he knew?
No, it's not just that simple!
There are some obvious facts that I should have noticed a long time ago!
Whether it is the dragon veins, the existence of the tomb guardians, or the attitudes of the gods in the past, they all hint at this fact!
After guessing what the King of Samsara meant, Zhou Sheng quickly suppressed his surging emotions and said instead: "King of Samsara, I'm going to put it bluntly. At this stage, compared to some unknown existence, I would rather stay in my unborn world.
Be by your side to protect your child and ensure his safe birth.”
Samsara King's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't have any anger when he saw this expression.
"Maybe you are so powerful that you cannot understand human beings..." Zhou Sheng explained, "No, maybe you have never thought about understanding small human beings."
"But you have to admit that the weak and despicable human beings can survive and develop to this day only by relying on a force powerful enough to split mountains and chase the moon..."
"It's not the blessing of luck again and again..."
"It's about inheritance!"
The simplest inheritance, the simplest inheritance.
"Maybe you can't understand that a father works hard in society, never gives up on food and clothing, and saves his life savings just to buy a house for his children."
"Perhaps you can't understand that a mother grows fruit at sunrise and sews at dusk. She maintains this kind of work and rest that exceeds human limits all year round, just to feed her children."
This is the inheritance of mankind. It may not be great enough, it may not be worthy of praise, but it is unreasonable enough.
Just because of their children, some parents are able to do countless things that even they themselves dare not think of.
As he spoke, Zhou Sheng picked up the exquisite tea cup painted with blue patterns in front of him, raised his head suddenly, and drank the liquid in one gulp as if drinking.
An icy chill traveled down the throat and passed through the spleen and stomach, like ice that had never melted for thousands of years and penetrated into the deepest part of the human body.
Only then did Zhou Sheng realize that the smoke floating on the tea was exactly its cold air!
"Like countless men in this world, I am now the most ordinary and unreasonable...father."