Immortal Voices

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The person who prayed for heaven was a monk, and his cultivation had reached the point of ascension.

Golden Immortal Dzogchen.

Normally, it is impossible for monks at this stage to humblely ask heaven for anything. They themselves are the authority and power, and they will take whatever they want.

But this male cultivator humbled himself into the mud.

When Rong Xian arrived, she was still thinking, does this person have some unspeakable hobby?

For example, like that little fat guy like Emperor Shen Ning, he likes the way of heaven and so on.

Thinking of this, the smile on Rong Xian's face stopped, and the emotion in her eyes suddenly disappeared.

At present, she seems to be acting as an agent for Tiandao.

In other words, she might be coveted.

Before Rong Xian could think more, her eyes fell on the young monk sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

The monk is very handsome, with cold and noble eyebrows, very much like the immortal in the clouds. His temperament is cold and aloof, pure and pure.

As if he sensed someone coming, he opened his eyes.

The air around him was obviously cold, but when he opened his eyes, he seemed to see the apricot blossom branches in spring, the girl's delicate and flowery throbbing, and also seemed to see the toddlers babbling, and the wives supporting each other to watch the sea...

Rong Xian said in surprise: "You have the way of love."

The monk nodded slightly and said, "I am the Taoist Master of Sentence."

The moment Rong Xian appeared, he sensed the power of heaven in Rong Xian.

Rong Xian sat casually next to him, holding her chin with one hand and asked curiously: "What do you want?"

The monk sighed and said helplessly: "I have practiced the Tao of Sentence all my life, and even became the master of the Tao of Sentence. I have tasted love, hate, and hatred one by one, but I have never felt what it feels like to love someone."

He flicked a small sword on his wrist. The small sword was small and exquisite, exuding mysterious aura fluctuations.

The monk stared at the little sword in confusion and said: "In order to taste the feeling of loving someone and perfect the path of love, I spent fifty thousand years to open up the mortal book into three thousand small worlds and accommodate them in this magic weapon. .”

Rong Xian listened leisurely, but the monk said with an aggrieved look: "I sealed my memory and reincarnated into the small world, setting myself up as an ordinary person who got a chance after an accidental death. When traveling through the world, I can know the direction of the world in advance. I even All the girls I admired were placed next to my reincarnation."

At this point, the monk's face turned green and white: "I reincarnated into the world with my fiancée, but I disliked my fiancée's clinginess and dumped her. In the second world, there was a girl who liked me and pursued me. I thought it would be a matter of course. But I thought that the girl who was so attentive must be plotting to harm me. In the third world, there was a childhood sweetheart who grew up, and I thought she was my younger sister and married her off with my own hands. "

"In the fourth world, I am an emperor, and there is only one queen in the harem. The queen is my cousin, so it is reasonable to cultivate good relationships. Who knows that I have treated her as a subordinate for a lifetime. I became a famous king in the prosperous world, and she became First Lady Officer.”

The corner of the monk's mouth twitched: "I learned my lesson in the fifth world and found a married identity before sealing my memory. Who knew that after I went there, I devoted myself to national construction and even adopted an entire orphanage of children? My wife was the mother of the dean, and she couldn’t bear it and divorced me.”

Rong Xian's eyes gradually began to sympathize as she listened to the monks talking about the tragedies of the world.

How miserable is this? You are really single based on your strength.

After the monk finished talking about the three thousand worlds in which he had been reincarnated, he couldn't help but feel sad: "Three thousand small worlds, but I have never succeeded in falling in love."

"Later, I got angry and turned back time. I thought that after I was reincarnated and had the memories of my previous life, I would get along well with the girls I missed. Who knows..."

The monk sniffed, and the cold temperament before was completely gone: "Who knew that after reincarnation, I would devote myself wholeheartedly to national construction and abuse of scum. Occasionally, I would raise children and ruin the three thousand worlds again."

Rong Xian: This is really #smells sad and listens to tears#.

Is this person out of luck?

No, it's not due to destiny, it's because this guy did too many tricks and did it on his own.

Rong Xian waited for the monk to calm down, then coughed lightly and said, "I wonder what you call me?"

The monk sighed, now like an immortal in the clouds: "Stay an immortal."

The worst thing is that it cannot be kept in the human world, and the immortal bones pave the path to immortality.

If you want to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal, you must be prepared to have a lot of bones under your feet.

Liuxian was prepared, but he didn't expect that the situation would turn over in his own hands.

He was silent for a while, and then he said, "I would like to have a taste of love and realize the path of love."

It's unclear whether he wanted to experience love because he was seeking the Tao, or whether he was obsessed with love because he couldn't get it.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Now he just wants to fulfill his heart's desires.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Rong Xian stood up and turned her palms. The traces of fate around her body formed a large net, covering all the creatures in the Zhongqian Realm.

She found the fate line corresponding to Liu Xian, observed it carefully for a while, and then said: "It is enough that you can cultivate the path of sentient being to this point. The path of love is the threshold and doom of the path of sentient being. Once If you truly understand the way of love and have perfect love, you will most likely die as a martyr."

Liuxian sat up suddenly and said with crazy obsession, "There is no room for luck or omission in the path of seeking the Tao."

This attitude is clearly demonstrated.

He looked at Rong Xian, his expression changed, and he said softly: "It doesn't matter even if I die as a martyr, everything I have is given by heaven, and when I die, I will give my strength back to heaven."

This expression and tone were like whispering in a lover's ear, extremely intimate.

Rong Xian's eyes turned cold and she was about to scold this guy for being careful when he heard Liu Xian continue: "I have no father or mother. If I really want to die, what I leave behind should be filial to heaven."

Rong Xian's expression froze. She seemed to have heard something offensive to her just now.

Filial piety? !

Rong Xian's dark phoenix eyes stared straight at Liu Xian, her eyes full of reluctance.

She didn't want such an older son.

Liu Xian said sincerely: "Sir, this is my lifelong wish, please allow me."

Rong Xian was reluctant, but still agreed.

This man is about to become obsessed with his obsession, and if he doesn't agree, something will happen.

Rong Xian said in a deep voice: "I agree with you."

She reached out and grabbed Liu Xian, and a light red silk thread fell into her hand.

"This is the thread of love. I am holding your love thread on me. What you have tasted is the most difficult thing in love, not being able to ask for it. Are you willing?" Rong Xian did not hide anything and explained the matter carefully.

Liuxian had no objection at all: "Yes."

If you can't ask for it, then don't ask for it. As long as you can experience what love feels like, the result is not important.

Furthermore, he glanced at Rong Xian secretly, thinking that if his love affair with Tiandao had consequences, he would not be able to live with it.

I always have the illusion of having **** with my old father/mother.

Rong Xian closed her hands and put away the black hair.

She said calmly: "You can go about your business. If you have resolved your regrets in this life, go and be reincarnated. After reincarnation, everything should be as you wish."

Liu Xian's face lit up, he stood up and bowed to Rong Xian: "Thank you for your mercy."

He thought for a while, handed the small sword in his hand to Rong Xian, and said with some embarrassment: "I hope you don't dislike it. This is my portable magic weapon. I gave it to you to play with."

He has achieved what he wanted, and there is no need for the three thousand worlds.

If Lord Tiandao likes it, you can go in and play.

Seeing Rong Xian taking the small sword, Liu Xian turned around and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

The cold wind blew, and Rong Xian was the only one left on this extremely high mountaintop.

She then opened her hand and stared at the love silk in her hand, chuckled, and said, "It turns out that I haven't killed him after fifteen thousand years. In addition to hatred, there are also promises that are blocking him."

He had never tasted the taste of love, so he couldn't die. The vague ambiguity she had once induced was not simply a matter of bad taste and use. There was also a hidden bond that played a role in it and guided some of her behaviors.

Fun, really fun.

She patted Xiao Jin's head gently, handed the small sword to it and said, "Take it to Huang'er. He will definitely need it if he wants to establish the Immortal Dynasty."

At least subordinates with a clean net worth have somewhere to choose.

Xiao Jin opened his mouth and swallowed the small sword, turning into a stream of light and disappearing.

After Rong Xian watched Xiao Jin disappear, she sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

After a while, heavy snow fell here, covering up all traces.