The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Except... life... and youth...

"I really want to... give it another shot."

Duan Hongye's body gradually became dry, and finally turned into debris on the ground...

When he died, he still wanted to gamble.

Still thinking about indulging in life, sensuality.

Up to now, Li Wei only has a calm expression, with a stick in his hand, without a glance.

Finally, patter, the chess piece landed on the board.

Chess game, end.

The space within the entire chessboard also began to collapse.

...

How long have you been thinking about this move?In fact, it is not as vicissitudes as Duan Hongye thought.

Ichimoku only took half a month.

It has been a hundred years since Duan Hongye hinted to himself.

Li Wei did not really experience the millennium as Duan Hongye imagined.

However, immortality is a long way to go, if you don't have the patience of a thousand years, you will not be able to achieve a positive result.

This is a must-have feature.

At this time, the space created by the chessboard also disappeared and ruptured, and the body appeared in a villa in the suburbs.

This self-built Chinese-style garden villa in Gu Gu has an antique flavor. It has been abandoned for a long time, and no one has set foot here for a long time.

The waterwheel that was supposed to flow on the small bridge has long been dilapidated and decayed, and the artificial stream that flows on it has also dried up for an unknown number of years.

Dust is all over here.

In the deepest study in the villa.

Next to it is the chessboard, and on the opposite side of the chessboard is a weathered corpse.

Not long ago, beside this chessboard, there was something that could barely be called a 'person'.

I was yelling before I died, let's do it again——

The frenzy and joy that had been throughout his life died abruptly in his decaying body and spirit.

"Longevity is not just the longevity of the body. It is impossible for the spirit, soul, and will to keep up."

This was what Li Wei said to Duan Hongye, and also to himself.

The immortality of the body will only breed into a pile of useless mud, and the only way is to decay.

Li Wei looked at the rotten mud in front of him, and looked at the chessboard in front of him.

This chessboard is made of ancient rock, and the patterns on the chessboard are very rough.

But it contains an unknown amount of ancient charm.

After losing his previous master, Duan Hongye, his aura became even more domineering.

God chooses a person, when he was previously possessed by a person whose belief in life is to eat, drink, gamble, smoke opium, and indulge in pleasure, his aura was very weak.

The fetish is self-defiled.

Now it is shining again.

At this time, Li Wei once again called out the breath of Qing Zu.

This time Qingzu's aura was much weaker, presumably the aura remaining on this feather was almost exhausted.

"It's the breath of my era."

Qingzu was in a trance, feeling the aura emanating from the chessboard.

Lian Shang showed a little nostalgic color.

The past was also an era of loneliness, but it also left a lot of memories, living memories in this world.

"This chessboard...is his..."

Li Wei sat in front of the chessboard, and the withered corpse opposite him disappeared with the wind, dust returning to dust.

Touching the chessboard, the aura on it came from thousands of years ago, pulling Li Wei's thoughts back to the past.

In the final analysis, it is an ancient thing, with its ancient atmosphere and remaining charm.

A puff of smoke drifted past.

The sun was shining on Li Wei's face, and Li Wei was in the wild.

Beside the bonfire, facing the stone chessboard, sat a man wearing a yellow crown and a black robe.

He was rubbing his chin, looking at the chessboard, but more importantly, he was looking at the man in front of him and Li Wei with interest.

"Who are you and why did you appear in front of me?"

For the man in front of him, the cloth on his body is exquisite...as if it is a heavenly garment.

Outer clothes.

Li Wei just said frankly.

"Mingche, the poor way is clear."

"Mingche, surname Ming, name withdrawal? What a weird name." The man rubbed his chin, looked at the surrounding environment, and was also surprised, so he said, "Could it be that you are a god from beyond the sky?"

Maybe this is the only way to explain the 'celestial clothes' on his body and the strange environment around him.

Perhaps, he is in the dream of the gods?

Li Wei was noncommittal.

The man said frankly.

"I am Yi Qi Fangxun."

Yi Qi Fangxun.

Is his name.

In later generations, his posthumous title.

For Yao.

Chapter 1 Eighty

People in that era didn't have much sense of mystery about gods.

Just like lions, tigers, chickens, ducks, geese, and giant pandas are the same in modern times.

The gods are also living beings who live on the same land as themselves.

It's just that they are born strong and have all kinds of supernatural powers.

Just like a tiger has sharp claws and sharp teeth.

It was an era in which man was not separated from God.

"Isn't this the game board I asked the craftsman to make?" Yao tapped the board curiously, a little curiously.

"Could it be, God, you want to play chess with me?"

"Of course."

"promise."

In the dream, a Reversi box appeared next to it.

Yao picked up the box and dropped the box.

Li Wei is also a loser.

"This is nothing more than a battle between humans and gods."

Yao dropped Baizi.

Li Wei dropped the sunspot without thinking.

There is no victory or defeat that has been thought about for thousands of years, it seems more like going back to the past, a kind of juggling technique of surrounding each other with stones in spare time.

During the settling period, Li Wei said.

"Poverty is not god."

"You are wearing heavenly clothes, and you are not in the world. How can you not be a god? If you are not a god, what are you?" Emperor Yao's eyes were like torches, with the majesty of an emperor.

It is said that Emperor Yao ruled the country with "benevolence and virtue", but when he showed the majesty of the emperor, he was still raging like a torch, accompanied by terrible weather.

Li Wei didn't answer the question, but said, "Emperor, how do you look at extraordinary people? How do you look at the difference between humans and gods?"

"The difference between man and god?"

"Of course."

Emperor Yao seemed a little surprised, then thought about it, and said.

"Gods and monsters are born with great strength, or they can summon Fengshui, fire and earth with their gestures." Emperor Yao pondered for a moment and said: "People should not be rivaled by their strength."

During Emperor Yao's time, it was not the time to completely separate man and god, but he also had this idea.

"So God is the enemy of man?"

"No." Emperor Yao said lightly again: "Whether people or gods are the creatures of this land, they depend on each other...However, the difference between humans and gods...Many people are powerless, but gods have great power."

The gods need people's tribute, incense and vows to worship.

People need the protection of gods.

However, the strength of the two sides is too unequal.

The most elite group of human beings only have bronze and iron tools, while the gods have the power of wind, fire, water and earth, and nature.

When the gap is too large, there is no so-called equality.

"The people worship the gods, and most of the gods don't know the suffering of the people."

Emperor Yao is a benevolent king. According to legend, he would ride a white horse and pull a red cart to travel around and understand the sufferings of the people.

His benevolence is like the sky, and his knowledge is like a god.

So warm hearted, like a cloud covering the ground.

The emperor's virtue is manifested, and the whole world celebrates.

It was a tribute to Emperor Yao's achievements at that time.

"So that's how it is..." Li Wei nodded, but he understood Yao's point of view, and then said, "Emperor, what do you think of poverty?"

"Although gods can have friendship with human beings, they don't know the difference between gods and people."

Emperor Yao said: "Therefore, Er is not a god."

The strength and arrogance of the innate gods made them never ask such questions to ants.

The ancient emperor knew this very well.

"So, who are you?"

Li Wei nodded firmly.

"The poor are the people."

"Extraordinary people."

Yao felt that it was not a young man in front of him, but a mountain, a big mountain.

At this time, the illusion of the chessboard was shattered, and there was no trace of this ancient connection.

...

In ancient times, in many corners of the world, even civilization was not born.