So What If You've Been Reborn?

The smoke was lingering, and the ritual music sounded.

In front of the Nine Cauldrons on the Cloud Stairs of the Ancestral Temple, the royal family is solemn and solemn, and the royal family in grand gowns, and the clan officials holding sacrifices, their eyes are a little bit wandering today.

By the way, is the smoke a bit thicker?

The incense used for worshiping in Taimiao is of course the best product. The white smoke that comes out has a strong fragrance and is not choking.

Finger-thick sandalwood was inserted into the large gold-carved censer, which was filled to the brim with a row of smoke. The emperor held sacrificial rites and recited aloud through the crown made of pearls.

Just thinking about it, he also felt a little wrong.

Glancing at the dense fog, the emperor threw the sacrificial speech into the incense burner before finishing his reading, turned around and left in a hurry.

"Doctor Xuan!"

Everyone was silent like a cicada, their faces turned pale, and they also ran away.

"Kill the incense, and check everything!" Habayashi Nakaro turned his face livid.

These people who hang out at the highest places of power all day long can think of privacy in everything.When the smog increased, the common people would only look up and wonder, but the emperor immediately wondered if there was something wrong with the incense.

There was a bold royal relative who covered his mouth and nose with his skirt, and looked back a few more times, because he was far away, but found the clue.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

The emperor was extremely displeased, and frowned and glanced around.

The royal family was pointing at something excitedly.

They happened to walk to the door of the middle hall, which was more than ten zhang away from the Nine Cauldrons on the Cloud Stairs, and happened to have a panoramic view of the Nine Cauldrons, only to see a strange scene vaguely appearing in the smog.

There are indistinct trees and a stream.

The momentum was enormous, and this magnificent scene of flowing clouds almost covered the small hall in the rear.

"This, this, the ancestors have spirits! It's a sign from heaven!"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, the emperor stared at it in a daze, only an official from Yazhou moved his Adam's apple, wondering what kind of miracle this is, it looks like a mirage?

The sea near Yazhou is very remote. Standing on the mountain and looking at the sea, you can often see the strange phenomenon in the sky in the distance.Sometimes it is Qionglou Yuyu, a bustling city, and sometimes it is a mountain and river. People who live on the sea avoid it, but every year, a large number of rough men who run the rivers and lakes go to sea to find this legendary ghost town.

This is not a miracle, it must not be caused by some evildoers!

But you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately, especially here is the Taimiao, even if there are evildoers, it is a dead word to say it.This little official from the Ministry of Rituals was blushing and had a thick neck.

"Heavenly sign! Master Yuanku, come and see for me." The emperor was also a little excited.

In the ordinary world, as long as something abnormal looks good, it is called auspicious and auspicious omen.

A deer with an extra cluster of wheat ears is called Jiahe, and a deer with white skin and red eyes is called Shenlu——

The monk Yuanku who accompanied the emperor to Taimiao was a member of Dabaoguo Temple, and now his face was full of bitterness. With this mirage, you can tell who is playing tricks at a glance!

Venerable Huanjian can play, but he can't slander behind his back.

They were able to pinch for hundreds of years in the capital purely because this Demon Venerable obeyed the rules of the cultivation world—whether he entered the world or lived in seclusion, a monk in the Mahayana period could not easily make a move.If it is a big sect or a big magic cultivator, this restriction will even be extended to the stage of transforming gods.Their enemies are only monks of the same rank.

Usually pinching and pinching is the hobby of Venerable Huanjian. If the old man gets upset and directly lays his dead body on the spot, framing the Dabaoguo Temple to assassinate the national teacher to the world, they will have to deal with secular affairs.

Monk Yuan Ku was in a dilemma, and the people from the Baishan Academy next to him rushed to say: "Your Majesty, the cloud and mist form a scene, this is a good omen."

"Yeah." The emperor nodded in relief.

The people of Baishan Academy cast a contemptuous glance at Monk Yuanku: What are you doing, you are the ones who are suitable to tell such lies and lies, we are all people who are going to pretend to be Confucians, we are Qingliu, we are scholars!The way you are going is completely different. If you talk too much, you will be impeached by the censor as a courtier who flatters the emperor!

Master Yuanku glared at him: Monks don't tell lies!

People from Baishan Academy: Come on, haven't we cheated the emperor enough?

Master Yuanku snorted coldly: When encountering facts that are hard to tell, we just lower our eyes and recite Amitabha, the words are what you and Moxiu said.

People from Baishan Academy: ...Damn bald donkey!

Not to mention the noise, worry, and joy, let's say that the Huanjian Venerable in the cauldron paused with his hand biting the hickory, his face was full of surprise, the white mist filled too fast, and they were enveloped in it in a blink of an eye, and the black The remaining scenery of the deep valley pool was covered, and a tripod appeared.

"Hey, it's too big to play!"

Venerable Huanjian threw the walnuts, picked up the mirage beads, and quickly wrapped them in the real water of the four seas.

The mirage released perseveringly is like poured water.

"Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, how deep is Junior's obsession with you?"

Venerable Huanjian frowned, and he did not forget to take advantage of his words with seriousness, "If this continues, it will not be good for him to cultivate! It is easy to become a demon, and it happens that I am short of people here. Would Daoist Shi Feng be willing to give up?"

When Shi Feng saw himself in the illusion, with a gentle and loving expression and eyes, his whole body seemed to be struck by the Nine Heavens Profound Lightning—that's right, those monks who were about to ascend after the catastrophe. It's hard to tell whether it's horror or joy, struggling to close your eyes, but also wanting to confirm, completely stunned.

Because the size and number of cataclysms are different for everyone.

——How can people who have really encountered a serious catastrophe express their feelings.

So those who have successfully crossed the catastrophe have the same expression, meaning: Is this the end?Is it over?Not dead or injured or burnt?So simple?Then I was afraid of the ball before!

This kind of mood is similar to Shi Feng's hatred of himself, but in the end he found that it was unnecessary.

"Honorable One!" Shi Feng settled his mind and asked with unfriendly eyes, "Your Highness is playing tricks on me and my senior brother, is it to form an enmity?"

"No!"

Venerable Huanjian replied with a smile: "I sensed that mirage bead when I first met Junior Brother Ling! It turned out that I was just curious, but the blood demon came to snatch my treasure, and it was for others to eat. That's all, the mirage bead There was a peculiar aura faintly exuding."

When the clam monster in the South China Sea lacks the comfort of its companions, the mirage will be affected. To its kind, it is more conspicuous than the bright moon in the dark night.

The mirage bead was swallowed by Chen He, and placed in the Zifu on the altar, wrapped in fire in the stone, driven by true energy, which made the mirage bead a part of his divine thoughts.Although it was only in the late stage of Jindan and his spiritual consciousness had not yet been achieved, for Venerable Huanjian who had lived in the South China Sea for 400 years, this anomaly caught his attention.

The junior brother of the blood demon, he likes someone so much that even the mirage pearl changes.

Isn't this interesting?

"When you came to the capital yesterday, in the Drunken Spring Building, I released a mirage as a cover - the Wannian Mirage Pearl sensed it, but unfortunately it didn't look down on this ordinary mirage, and the change was more obvious." Venerable Huanjian smiled Feixiao, "I'm also curious as to who the junior brother admires more than a senior brother who is as close as him, and the result—"

It's gratifying to like each other, isn't it?

"Shut up!" Shi Feng's face was so cold that it was about to drop ice.

No matter what Chen Ho was thinking, how could he be happy when he was exposed in front of outsiders like this?

Seeing his junior staring blankly at Shi Feng in the illusion, stretching out his hand as if to hold him, showing that familiar smile, Shi Feng became even more angry, and dragged Chen Ho away without thinking.

But the mirage was just an illusion, and in the blink of an eye, that "Shi Feng" appeared on the other side again, bowing his head as if to kiss Chen Ho's forehead.

At this moment, Venerable Huanjian controlled the mirage and took the white smoke away.

Chen He opened his eyes in shock, and stretched out his hands to catch the vain smoke, but Shi Feng finally couldn't stand it any longer, he pinched the back of his junior brother's neck with his true essence, and Chen He fell down without a sound.

Reaching out his hand to catch his junior, Shi Feng put on an extremely ugly face, and said word by word: "Today's gift, I will never forget it!"

"Don't!" Venerable Huanjian hurriedly threw the mirage beads back into the mustard seed magic weapon, and said seriously, "Fellow Daoist Shi Feng doesn't need to be so tense, I only watch jokes and never gossip!"

"..."

"The world calls you a blood demon, but you seem to want to gain a foothold in the way of the devil, and still taboo the ethics of the world?" Venerable Huanjian wondered.

——Shi Feng is not afraid of being judged, but he is worried about Chen Ho.

Regardless of whether the mirage just now is true or not, once it gets out, Chen He will definitely be said to be a vain disciple of the Beixuan Sect with shameless means.People's words are terrifying, even more terrifying than sky thunder.

"I don't believe you." Shi Feng said coldly.

Venerable Huanjian touched his nose.

"The mirage is your thing, and the phantom can also be driven by you! I will not trust your one-sided words." Shi Feng said decisively, but Venerable Huanjian was almost knocked in the teeth by the walnuts that were still swallowed in his mouth.

He blinked, and then suddenly realized: "The mirage is not aimed at you, it is absolutely true that it is the idea of ​​the younger brother, not yours!"

Venerable Huanjian was ready for Shi Feng's anger to strike.Unexpectedly, when he revealed this big secret, Shi Feng didn't move at all, just staring at him.

Just when Venerable Huanjian couldn't help but want to touch some raisins and eat them to get rid of the stagnant atmosphere, Shi Feng suddenly asked, "How did you know that?"

"..."

Venerable Huanjian straightened his robes, showing an expression of indifference and disdain: "It's too obvious."

After finishing speaking, he patted his sleeves and ran away, leaving only Shi Feng.

Shi Feng felt lingering fears in his heart. He had taken care of Chen He for so many years, but he didn't feel that the intimacy was suspicious.As a result, Venerable Huanjian could see that, wouldn't he almost put Chen He in danger?

The delusion in his heart smiled recklessly: why bother to pretend that he doesn't believe in mirages?Isn't this the best outcome?

Shi Feng immediately suppressed the delusion.

Junior brother is still young, even love.You may not even know what love is, so where does the desire and obsession come from?Still unable to extricate oneself?

——No, Chen He stayed in Xiaojie fragments for 40 years.Because it took too long, the mirage pearl was touched.

"If... it's true..."

Shi Feng stared fixedly at the drowsy Chen He, unable to express the bitterness in his heart.

Love is all evil.

He should have thought earlier that Chen Ho also had this fate.

If that person is me - it is a blessing in all misfortunes!

The laws of ethics, the law of cause and effect, and the horrors of people's words are all less important than Chen Ho's safety. Shi Feng is very clear about what will happen if he can't ask for it.

Before he restrained his delusions, it was for Chen He, but now he has to obey this delusions that may drag them all into the abyss?There has never been a Taoist partner of the same gender in the cultivation world, not to mention his true energy is so weird, there is no way forward in the future, only eternal doom.

Shi Feng stared at Chen Ho for a long time, he thought, he needs to make sure whether his junior is really in love.

If the mirage is real, then even if it is beyond redemption, you can only go on, feeling deeply hurt, wandering around the bridge of Naihe after death, the deeper the obsession, the more unable to leave.With such suffering, he would rather Chen He never have an afterlife.