Chapter two hundred and sixty-five shedding the spirit and sending it back
Zhang Yu listened to what Zou Zheng said, he thought for a moment, raised his eyes and said, "So, foster father, are all the sons of God created by you?"
Zou Zheng replied: "It's me." But he pondered for a moment and said: "It can't be said that they are all the sons of God, and there are other me."
"in addition?"
Zhang Yu's eyes moved slightly and he said: "So, there is more than one 'elder'?"
Zou Zheng nodded and said: "Yes, more than one."
Zhang Yu glanced away and said, "Then are those people the foster father mentioned, are they them?"
Zou Zheng shook his head and said: "It's different. I will only use the knowledge I gave them to do things, but without their own creativity and my explanation, they will not take the initiative to do anything. As for the other 'I
'..."
At this time, another Zou Zheng walked in and said: "The food is ready."
Zou Zheng looked at him and said, "Let's eat first and then talk."
Zhang Yu said: "That's fine." He said: Thank you very much, foster father."
Zou Zheng smiled and said: "Why are you so polite to me..."
He led Zhang Yu to each hall. It could be seen that the furnishings and tables, chairs and desks were all in the Tianxia style. The desks were also covered with pen and ink papers, and there was an ink painting that was only half painted.
He came to a screen and saw a table full of dishes. Zou Zheng sat down with him and said with a smile: "Xiao Lang, do you think it's okay?"
Zhang Yu took a look and found that he had never been picky about his taste. Vegetables, tofu, and big fish and meat were all fine. However, when he was young, his favorites were fish meatballs and water shield soup, so he fell in love with these two dishes.
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Zou Zheng smiled and said: "It seems that Xiaolang's taste has not changed."
Zhang Yu waited for Zou Zheng to raise the chopsticks first, and then reached out to take the jade chopsticks. He tried the dishes one by one and said, "Father, the taste is still the same as in the original town."
Zou Zheng was very happy and said: "If you think it tastes good, eat more."
Zhang Yu nodded slightly. A cultivator like him has naturally gotten rid of the ordinary demands for food and water. But sometimes he does not eat for the sake of eating, but just to savor the past, remember where he came from, and not forget.
I was once a member of all living beings, instead of being aloof and overlooking the world.
After tasting for a while, Zou Zheng asked "himself" to serve several more dishes. He said: "These should be flavors that Xiaolang has never tasted before. They are all collected from magical plants. Only in
It can only be found in this realm, so Xiaolang might as well taste it."
Zhang Yu also tasted each dish one by one, and indeed the taste was very different. Not only that, every time a dish was served, Zou Zheng would explain its origin and collection method, which were not recorded in the travel notes.
Zhang Yu saw him talking and after tasting another dish, he put down his jade chopsticks and said: "When I came here, I saw the legend of the three creation brothers in the book left by my adoptive father. I dared to ask my adoptive father.
I wonder how authentic it is?"
Zou Zhengdao: "The legend is very interesting and has some factual basis, but it has to be supplemented by later people based on their own lives and ideas to make it understandable."
Zhang Yudao: "So do the three creation brothers exist?"
Zou Zheng shook his head and said: "That's just a legend."
Zhang Yu looked at him and said: "I was raised by my adoptive father when I was young, but I have never known the origin of my adoptive father. I wonder if my adoptive father can tell me?"
Zou Zheng thought for a while and said: "I know what you want to ask, Xiaolang. Xiaolang, you should have been very successful in Tianxia, but some things are the foster father's own business, but he should not blame you or your Tianxia behind your back."
Xia is involved."
Zhang Yudao: "But didn't my adoptive father say that I can't avoid it now that I'm here? And now, anything involving the upper-level power is no longer a private matter. It's all Tianxia needs to figure out."
Zou Zheng was a little surprised. He raised his black-rimmed glasses and said, "Why do you say that?"
Zhang Yudao: "Right now Tianxia is facing a catastrophe, or in other words, this world is likely to face a catastrophe, and all living beings cannot escape. Therefore, before this catastrophe comes, in order to ensure that the confrontation is undistracted, we will
Eliminate all forces that may hinder you in advance.”
Zou Zheng became serious, sat up straight and said, "Xiao Lang, tell me."
Zhang Yu then picked out what he could tell about Yuan Xia's invasion, and said: "In this battle with Yuan Xia, if I, Tian Xia, are defeated, then this world will also be destroyed. Therefore, I, Tian Xia, must defeat the world."
All available forces within the domain are concentrated."
He looked at Zou Zheng and said seriously: "Father, no one or any situation can be avoided at this moment. We must find a solution as soon as possible."
Zou Zheng thought for a while, nodded, and said slowly: "I know that Tianxia has divided into six eras. This is roughly correct. Although all eras have a master, they are not pure because there is one
The race has been hiding behind them and guiding them..."
As he spoke, the surroundings glowed with light, and everything in the inner room receded. Zhang Yu saw that he and Zou Zheng were sitting on a barren land, and three vague figures shrouded in spiritual aura were walking.
On the earth.
Zou Zheng's voice continued: "This race is one of the origins of living beings, and it is also one of the earliest races that can sense the supreme power; they are born with supernatural powers, and use knowledge and wisdom to promote power and enlighten civilization.
Therefore, they are honored as 'Saints'. However, the number of members of this species is very small, and the first three are respectfully called 'Elders' by their peers..."
Zhang Yu listened to Zou Zheng's narration, and the scene in front of him was constantly changing. The past of this race that could temporarily become the "Saint God Race" was also revealed in front of him.
Although the saints are few in number, they are favored by the supreme, and their lives seem to have no end in sight. They have an unusual love for knowledge, but problems have also arisen.
With the accumulation of years and the accumulation of countless knowledge, their divinity seems to be filled up, and they can no longer feel any progress.
This is because all the previous cognitions have now become their biggest burden and have restrained them. Some saints have become unwilling to move forward or admit the need to accept new knowledge because they
They feel that they are strong enough and they know enough.
But at this time, a saint came up with the idea that if he could not move forward, it would be equivalent to going backwards. Not only would the race not survive, but he would also never be able to touch the supreme secret, so he proposed to get rid of his original body and just
Carry out spiritual migration, let yourself change into a different race, use different eyes and bodies to explore the world, and contact the supreme.
However, doing so would also mean giving up everything in the past.
Although the original knowledge is still hidden in spirituality, it needs to be extracted again, so it must be understood from the beginning. The lost power also needs to be slowly restored over a long period of time. But this choice also gives them another perspective.
The opportunity to examine oneself can no longer be bound by the original inherent shackles.
However, most saints believe that if they cannot give up the original, they will lose themselves.
Two different opinions led to a split among the saints. Some continued to stay and observe the changes of the era with indifferent eyes, while others chose to be reborn.
Zhang Yu understands that once the old body is removed and the spirit is cleansed, it means starting over. Every move may lead to forgetting the past self, which will make it easier for them to integrate into the race and adapt to their own needs.
identity.
In addition to possessing the memories and knowledge of the past, such people are actually very different from the saints of the past. On the contrary, they may have a greater sense of identity with the spiritually migrating race.
He looked at it and asked, "Is my foster father a saint?"
Zou Zheng nodded and said: "My predecessor, the earliest me, was one of the first three saints, but my choice was to get rid of the old shackles." His expression became slightly more serious, "But here appears
There’s a question.”
Zhang Yudao: "What's the problem?"
Zou Zhengdao: "Every time a calendar year passes, I give up myself and gain a new life. However, I find that once my predecessor shaped another self...perhaps more than one, because my spiritual memory is missing.
Being young is probably the result of my separation in the first place. I guess my original intention was to help myself, but this time I wanted to return to the ranks of the ancient saints."
He solemnly said: "He is very hostile to new sects like us, so he has been trying to find us since then and use the newly acquired knowledge to devour spirituality. I suspect that behind him, he may have the support of the ancient saints.
"
Zhang Yu asked: "How many people are left in this new faction?"
Zou Zhengdao: "I'm probably the only one left, but..." I pushed up my glasses, "I still have many others, and they can't find me yet."
Zhang Yu thought for a moment and said: "According to what my adoptive father said, do those ancient saints still exist?"
Zou Zheng thought for a while and said: "Even if there is, it shouldn't be much, because the strength will decline if it does not progress, especially the influence of the turbid tide. They don't change their bodies like us and adapt to every era. I even doubt it.
Most of them no longer exist, but they still have spiritual remnants, and there are two other elders who should still be there."
Zhang Yudao: "Is it possible for the foster father to find them?"
Zou Zheng looked at him and said seriously: "Xiao Lang, the power of ordinary saints may not be comparable to people like Mr. Xun, but the power of the elders can communicate with the supreme, and they can borrow the power of the supreme almost infinitely.
They are the ones closest to the Supreme, and you cannot deal with them now."
Zhang Yu said slowly: "But although my foster father can't fight against himself or them, Tian Xia can!" He paused and looked up, "Father, don't forget, you are Tian Xia now.
Xiaren, behind you, my adoptive father, stands the entire Tianxia!"
