Way of Choices - Chapter 1182

Back at the palace, talking about Wang Po’s departure again, Xu Yourong said something similar.

“Dead country is enough.”

It was very difficult for Wang Po to give up the idea of ​​being fair to the Zhou Dynasty and to give revenge to the Chen family.

At the spiritual level, this is no different from sacrificing for the country.

Chen Changsheng thought deeply, and then thought of the last sentence said by his brother.

“It’s a wonderful thing to leave at the right time.”

Anyone who comes to see this sentence is talking about business firms.

Chen Changsheng does not deny this, but always feels that this sentence is related to himself.

“I might…will leave for a while.”

He hesitated.

Xu Yourong said, “The reason?”

There are many reasons, such as the sentence just now. For example, when the brother taught the younger brother how to practice calligraphy so harshly, it reminded him of the master.

For example, many ministers and people are praising, saying that Brother and Emperor Taizong are more and more similar.

But these reasons are unspeakable, because it is his conjecture, there is no evidence, and this conjecture is really irresponsible.

He didn’t say it, but Xu Yourong knew.

She said: “Maybe you think too much.”

“Yes.” Chen Changsheng looked at her seriously and said: “But before Emperor Taizong did those things, it might not be Emperor Taizong as we know. He is the King Qi who everyone praises, and later killed his brother and brother. Maybe the prisoner is the choice he was forced to make.”

Xu Yourong said: “So?”

Chen Changsheng said: “I don’t want him to become the second Emperor Taizong, so…I want to leave.”

“If it’s just this reason, I don’t support it, because this is a completely passive excuse.”

Xu Yourong said: “Living, it should be a collection of active behavior.”

Chen Changsheng thought about it and said, “I want to leave myself.”

Xu Yourong said the two words again: “Why?”

Chen Changsheng said: “I want to know where I came from.”

From the age of ten, he lived in the shadow of death.

The night of Tianshuling’s Tianhai Sheng helped him to change his life, he finally no longer had to think about the issue of death every day, he was qualified to consider some other issues.

Apart from the issue of life and death, the three most important issues in life are those three.

who are you?

Where are you from?

where do you want to go?

To answer the third question, we must first clarify the first two questions.

The war with the Devil is not completely over, but he no longer needs to do anything.

The merchant boat and the black robe said that he was from the Holy Light Continent, and he wanted to go there to see.

“I accept this reason.”

Xu Yourong said: “But not too long.”

Chen Changsheng said with some surprise: “Are you going to go with me?”

Xu Yourong said seriously: “I was born in Kyoto.”

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Chen Changsheng returned to Xining Town. Until this time, he was still thinking about the last conversation with Yourong, and then he remembered that many years ago, in the Liziyuan Inn in Kyoto, Tang 36 commented on Yourong-that was a speechless one. Talkable woman.

This answer made Chen Changsheng a little bit relieved, but forgot that Tang Thirty-six evaluated him as well.

His Pope suddenly left, not to say irresponsible, but it really made people speechless.

In the deep winter season, the flowers and trees by the stream have become bald, there are no petals on the water, and there are no books in the old temple.

Chen Changsheng slept in the old temple for one night, woke up at five in the morning, washed his face with the stream, and walked over there. There was a deeper mist over there, and when it was the thickest, it became a cloud. There were streams, vines, frightened deer, and many beasts of unknown origin.

These were all familiar environments, and he did not allow him to stay in his footsteps until he reached the lonely peak.

A unicorn appeared, completely white, like a spirit.

Chen Changsheng looked at it quietly.

He knew that this unicorn had been waiting for himself for many years.

“You don’t have to be with anyone, you are fine.”

Chen Changsheng watched it and shook his head, smiled and said: “Go.”

The unicorn left a little bit reluctantly, and after a dozen steps, he would look back at him.

Chen Changsheng looked at it quietly, did not turn around and left, until it disappeared in the depths of the thick clouds before continuing his journey.

The Gufeng is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round. The surface is very wet, with moss everywhere, and endless running water.

But for the Sanctuary Powerhouse, these are not difficult, just like the flat ground.

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Nine days ago, the sun fell into the cloud tomb and never appeared again.

On the tenth day, Chen Changsheng came to Gufeng. (Note)

There was nothing here except Yunhai, which was particularly deserted, making him feel lonely.

He sat on the rock on the top of the peak, took out a fruit, and ate it slowly and seriously.

There were many things in the scabbard, including food, which was prepared by creak himself, and the portions were large, but he didn’t need anything and ate a fruit.

Just like he chose to climb instead of coming to the summit in other ways, this may be the sense of ritual he needs.

After eating the fruit, he looked up at the sky and found the sky in front of him.

He reached out and touched it, and found that the touch of the sky was good, not as hard as expected, very smooth, and somewhat elastic, like a face with a capacity.

He closed his eyes.

Three thousand swords roared out and flew back and forth above the sea of ​​clouds. They seemed extremely happy. Perhaps they also knew that they were going to another world.

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Chen Changsheng reached the sky, and then fell to the ground.

It’s not very painful, because the ground is grassy and soft.

This is a grassland with hundreds of square feet.

Chen Changsheng looked back and saw that the crystal walls of the broken space were slowly closing together, and the color of the sky became lighter and weaker until it disappeared.

He saw it very clearly. The lonely peak that reached the sky on the mainland of China, but it looked like he was facing him.

It turns out that the two continents are not parallel, but vertical.

The Middle-earth Continent is like a wall here.

The grassland was really small, and just went out in a moment.

Outside the grassland, there is desert, and white gravel constitutes a world like the White Sea.

The nine sun rays are so dazzling.

Chen Changsheng randomly chose to walk in one direction.

One step is a few miles.

Soon he met the indigenous people of this continent.

More and more aborigines.

No one came to ask about his origins, and no one dared to stop him.

The aborigines looked at him in awe and separated like a tide until the altar was exposed.

The weather was really hot, but the monk in white was sitting on the altar, letting the sun shine.

At that time, Chen Changsheng had seen him in the Xining Zhenxi with the spirit of the Queen of Heaven.

“I’m going to die, my blood is exhausted, so it’s a little cold.”

The white monk explained to him.

Chen Changsheng said: “It’s really cold here.”

The monk in white said it makes sense to be cold. Why did he feel cold here?

You must know that the nine suns in the sky are true.

“Are you here to pick us up?”

The white monk asked.

Hearing this sentence, hundreds of thousands of people around the altar knelt down like a tide, praying with a cry: “Must be the home.”

Chen Changsheng looked to these people and said nothing.

The monk said, “Your master once promised me. If you disagree, I will wait for your brother to do this.”

Chen Changsheng said: “If I can come back, I will seriously consider this matter.”

The monk understood what he meant and said, “Do you want to see your way?”

Chen Changsheng said: “Yes.”

The monk said: “You should know that this is not the Holy Light Continent.”

Chen Changsheng nodded.

He had known for a long time that this is not the Holy Land.

If the Holy Light Continent is so close, the Middle-earth Continent is only afraid of being enslaved by that god.

This is the former main civilization continent, now abandoned.

Those fiery, burning, and seemingly full of energy are not real holy lights, but illusions.

The continent has lost all its energy, its vitality is constantly being lost, and it is declining over time.

“In those days, we sent the uncle’s three drops of blood to the Holy Light Continent through the altar.”

The white monk said: “Then you are there.”

The uncle he said was Chen Xuanba.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, and asked, “Can the people of the Holy Light Mainland come here through the altar?”

“This altar can only transmit non-living objects.”

The white monk shook his head and said, “The blood of the uncle is not active, and the cover of the sword is not a living thing.”

Chen Changsheng said: “But I am alive.”

The white monk said: “Don’t you understand now? When you were sent back, it was just a fruit.”

Chen Changsheng was silent again, and said, “Then how did I get born?”

The white monk said: “It’s also the same month in October.”

Chen Changsheng understood, with a glimmer of hope, said: “Is she still alive?”

The white monk looked at him with pity, just like looking at the girl twenty years ago.

“She was dead when you were born.”

Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time and said, “You are all bad guys.”

In this sentence, you are referring to the white monk, black robe, and his master Shangxing Zhou.

“Continent of Holy Light has always wanted to pass through this altar to open up space channels.”

The white monk said: “The closest thing to success was more than ten years ago. They were waiting for the merchant boat to use your punishment or use my soul as a guide.”

It was not until this time that Chen Changsheng knew why the Queen Mother was most concerned about the spirit of the monks in the riverside of Xining Township when she played against the three saints.

He looked into the eyes of the white monk and said, “So, you are the worst.”

The white monk said after a moment of silence: “I haven’t been to the Holy Light Continent, but I have felt the power of the gods, and that’s not something we can fight.”

Chen Changsheng said: “Even so, it can’t be the forerunner of the enemy.”

The white monk said: “If it wasn’t for the Holy Light Continent to add energy to it through the altar, this continent would have been completely abandoned.”

Chen Changsheng said: “If it is not the Holy Mother, the Middle-earth Continent is also abandoned.”

The monk in white said: “I always feel that Tian Hai Sheng has not died.”

Chen Changsheng remembered that in the town of Xining, the Queen Mother said to the monk that she had her own heritage.

What exactly is the inheritance of the Queen of Heaven and Earth? Is it Yu Yu and Chen Changsheng, or Xu Yourong?

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Abandoned land, desert everywhere.

On the edge of the desert, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the green state where the indigenous people live, there is a sea.

There are no living creatures in this sea, just like a dead sea.

But no matter how lonely the world is, there will be some very different lives, or that is no longer a life, but a necromancer.

There was a huge wave on the sea, and the cold wind screamed.

A ghost bone dragon more than ten miles long, constantly walking in the wind and waves.

This ghost bone dragon did not want to show off his strength to the world, nor did he want to tell the gods about his despair, but was forced to be helpless.

A squirrel crouched in Bone Dragon’s eyes, like a black spot.

It looked at the splashing waves, not afraid at all, and made a cheerful cry from time to time.

It turned out that this ghost bone dragon was playing with it.

By the sea, a black sheep looked at the sky quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

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“I’m going to the Holy Light Continent.”

“I haven’t been to the Holy Light Continent, and I can’t.”

“How did Su Li pass?”

“If I didn’t guess wrong, he should have gone through the Galan Temple.”

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng was surprised.

He knew that Wang Zhice and Wu Daozi had been in the Galan Temple, and they should be trying to restore the murals of that year and renew the inheritance of Buddhism.

Everyone thought that the Galan Temple must be in a very remote mountain. Who would have thought that the Galan Temple was not in the Middle-earth mainland, but in an abandoned place.

Entering the Galan Temple, Wu Daozi was still painting on the wall.

Then he saw Wang Zhice.

Wang Zhice was full of white hair, and his flute was blowing softly, not knowing who he was missing.

Chen Changsheng didn’t apologize, but there was respect.

It turned out that in these years, Wang Zhice has been guarding the most important passage for the human race.

If Galan Temple can lead to the Holy Light Continent.

“There is a space crack here, which is very unstable and needs to be repaired at all times.”

Wang Zhice put down his flute and said to him, “This is what Mr. Wu did.”

Wu Daozi sneered at the painting on the wall and said, “In the early days in the palace, I didn’t know who beat me so badly. Now I know how important I am?”

Wang Zhice said: “I don’t have much time and energy to manage other things.”

Since knowing that Wang Zhice is still alive, there are many bad comments about him.

Ignoring the world is irresponsible.

Chen Changsheng had similar thoughts, and it was not until today that these were misunderstandings.

The Galan Temple is too important. Compared to this, the power struggles in the Middle-earth continent and the struggle between life and death are really trivial things.

“Since there are space cracks here, why doesn’t the **** break a space channel from here?”

Chen Changsheng asked.

Wang Zhice said: “Because the gods can not guarantee that this space channel is unidirectional.”

Chen Changsheng doesn’t understand what this is all about.

Wang Zhice said: “You know it when you go there.”

Chen Changsheng said: “Have you been there?”

Wang Zhice said: “I’m not ready to meet each other.”

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, “Is Su Li and I doing this a bit irresponsible?”

Wang Zhice said: “Curiosity is the best endowment we are born to be. It is worth taking the risk and even giving everything.”

Chen Changsheng said: “How do I go?”

Wang Zhice took him to the mural.

There are many scenes on the wall.

The buildings with spires naturally have a sacred meaning in the lines.

There are grass fields and white clouds, scattered cabins, a lively market, and a colosseum that looks sunny and gloomy.

In terms of architectural style, these are very similar to Xue Old Town.

There are also many intelligent lives on the mural that are different from the human race.

Some artisan-like lives are like lower demons, but they are shorter, and some are very beautiful, much like the Xiuling people who lived in Daxizhou.

Chen Changsheng looked more and more fascinated, and did not wake up until he heard the bell.

Looking around, it was a blue pasture, with white clouds floating in the blue sky, bells from the church in front, and shouts from a square building.

That language is very close to the Mozu language, and Chen Changsheng can understand it, which should be the meaning of class.

It turned out that he had come to the Holy Light Continent.

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(Note: Of course, it’s Shengxie. I hope Douzi will come back and continue to write web posts. Tomorrow is the last chapter, and there will be a postscript. The mood is slightly more complicated.)

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