Chapter 357 Why Doesn’t the Gate of All Saints Eat Minced Meat? Moon
Chapter 357 Gate of All Saints, why not eat minced meat? (Please subscribe for monthly tickets)
Chaos, Zixiao Palace!
In the heavenly court, in order to avoid being punished, Haotian took Chijin to fend off the disaster, but Ji Yi turned away from the scene in front of him, with a strange smile in his eyes.
Just like what Haotian said, they may not know it before they are born, but after they are born, they will definitely know it.
"Fellow Daoist Jun, what do you think about this matter?"
Lin Yi looked at Hongjun with interest and said jokingly.
"Just like that boy said, this is the direct bloodline of Zixiao Palace."
"This is his choice. The future is naturally controlled by them. It has nothing to do with me."
Hongjun glanced at Ji Yi angrily and said slowly.
"At least there are no problems with the operation of the heavens. It's just that the birth rate of saints in the prehistoric times is too slow after all."
"Now is only the early stage of the movement of the heavens. After this period of time passes and the heaven and earth scattered in the chaos are completely handed over to them, it will be the time for the birth of the saint.
Overall, we still have enough time.”
Lin Yi said slowly.
"I hope that by that time, the Three Pure Ones and others will be able to step into the realm of the ineffable. In this way, only nine ineffable deities will be needed to gather the gates of saints."
Hearing this, Hongjun was deep in thought and said with an expectant look on his face.
"Yes."
Ji Yi didn't say much, but slowly raised the chess piece in his hand and placed it on the chessboard.
This game may seem extremely short to the two of them, but in fact, to other worlds, it is ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years.
Northern Ming Heaven and Earth.
Ten thousand years have passed since Hongyun became a saint. Within these ten thousand years, the Northern Kingdom had already been destroyed in the long river of history.
But for these, Kun Wu, the creator of this country, had no reaction at all.
Even when the Northern Kingdom was destroyed and replaced by another kingdom, he was one of the bystanders.
A country is nothing compared to a continent, and a continent is nothing compared to the vast world.
There are times when Yang is strong and strong, and times when Yin is strong and weak.
Why is this so?
Kunwu doesn't know either.
He only knew that tens of thousands of years ago, after watching Zhuang Yun leave a piece of "Xiaoyaoyou" and ascend, he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.
This emptiness comes out of nowhere.
It may be because of a person, or it may be because of yourself.
Watching the moment when Zhuang Yun, who was still called a Confucian sage, soared, Kunwu suddenly felt that all his efforts over the years were in vain.
Therefore, after only being an emperor for a hundred years, he became tired of the changes in power. After passing his inheritance to his descendants, he left silently.
Over the next ten thousand years, he watched the changes of time, the rise and fall of countries, and the operation of everything.
In that alternation of life and death, he suddenly and gradually understood what he needed to pursue.
Until today, Kunwu suddenly came to the small lake in his memory on a whim.
Looking at the green mountains and the familiar clouds and mists, Kunwu suddenly felt as if he was in another world.
In his mind, memories of the past could not help but emerge.
At that time, he was a child in a poor mountain village at the foot of this mountain village. His greatest pleasure every day was a lake behind the mountain.
In that lake, there was always an old man with white hair fishing by the river.
Kunwu still remembers the promise he made when facing the old man.
"Ten thousand years have passed, so many things and people have been buried. I think the gentleman from back then has also returned to dust and returned to dust."
Thinking like this, Kunwu sighed and walked towards the lake.
When I came to the location in my memory, the lake was still the same lake, without any changes.
"Back then, my husband was fishing here."
After finding that spot in his memory, Kunwu didn't know what he was thinking, so he just sat there and started fishing quietly.
This fishing lasted for hundreds of years.
At first, he couldn't hold on for more than an hour, but thinking about everything that had happened in the past ten thousand years, Kunwu, who originally wanted to get up, sat down obediently.
At least, looking at the lake in front of him, among the sparkling waves, these quiet days made him very comfortable.
Watch the clouds roll and relax, watch the lake ripple.
Snap!
At this time, a black carp bit his hook. Kunwu smiled slightly, took off the hook from the black carp's mouth, and threw it into the lake.
"Sir, I have seen you here many times. Why do you release the fish every time after hanging it up?"
Looking at Kunwu's actions, a fisherman in a fishing boat asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"You fish for a living, but I fish to enjoy the feeling of being lifted up and put down again."
Facing the fisherman's gaze, Kunwu calmly threw the hook and said calmly.
Every few years, one or two fishermen will appear in this lake, some can be seen for three years, and some have always been with him with gray hair.
At first, Kunwu didn't like these things and thought about driving them away.
However, looking back at his past self, he finally accepted this change with a smile.
Even, in order to avoid causing trouble to these ordinary fishermen, his face will change from youth to old age.
Just as he was thinking this, Kunwu's eyes moved and he saw that the fishhook he had just dropped started to shake again.
As the hook was raised, a black carp bit his straight hook again.
Snap!
"Sir, did you say that the fish you caught the second time was the same one you released before?"
Seeing this scene, the fisherman not far away became interested and simply rowed the fishing boat closer.
"Does it make a difference?"
Seeing the fisherman's actions, Kunwu's expression did not change at all, and he just said something lightly.
"Whether it's one fish, two fish, or even three fish or countless fish, they are all the same in my eyes.
There is no difference or distinction between fishing and then putting it down.
Just like the white clouds on the horizon, they look different but are actually moving all the time, but after all, they are just a cloud on the horizon.
Life and death are like the ebb and flow of the tide, a cycle and a destined change."
Facing the fisherman's gaze, Kunwu said calmly.
"As soon as I looked at Sir, I knew that you were a learned man, but what's the use of Sir telling me this.
I am just a fisherman, and these great principles are not as big as those of a carp in my eyes.
After all, after the truth goes in through the left ear, it will come out through the right ear, so it’s not as important as filling the stomach.”
The fisherman chuckled, rubbing the back of his head and showing a shy smile.