Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Ding Mu only felt a warmth on his neck, but he didn't feel any special pain, it was just hot.

After a while, the hotness subsided slowly. At this time, he found that his body gradually became lighter, as if he was floating.

He was like a balloon filled with hydrogen, unable to control his body, he could only let it rise slowly into the air.

He floated in the air, I don't know how long it took, it was so long that he almost fell asleep, but the soles of his feet suddenly touched the ground, which made his heart move, those memories that were blocked due to the shielding effect of Yinshan, bit by bit The ground popped up and filled his brain.

Compared with those memories, the three lives he spent in the mortal world seemed insignificant.

But the things that the third generation encountered are more memorable than any days he has spent before. Before he went down to earth, he never imagined that in just a few decades, he could encounter more things than in his life something that happened.

They were all big things, and he could grope for a long time just to pick any one out.

He opened his eyes and looked at the place where he was standing. It was the same as the buildings with carved beams and painted buildings in his memory, but there seemed to be something more on it...

"Hey, I see you have been standing here for a long time. What are you doing? Do you have a pass?" Suddenly someone stopped him. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with a red armband tied on his shoulder. It says "staff", which is very similar to the modern style of the 21st century.

Ding Mu looked again at the long sleeves of the toga he was wearing, and it seemed that his clothes were not suitable.

He recalled that in one life, he seemed to see Yang Jian, and Yang Jian's attire was also different from the last time he saw the young general in white robes before he descended to earth.

The times have changed.

This made it easy for him to accept it.

After all, the gods who descended to earth now have more or less been exposed to advanced ideas and have experienced the beating of the waves of the times. Although the gods who descended to earth before have not seen the reform of Tiangong, they have a high degree of acceptance of these things.

"I'm an immortal who came down to earth some time ago, peeking at the eyes and looking at the gods, and dealing with the Haodizi Jiaxu class, and now I'm back." He explained.

"Wu Ying... tsk, let me check." The man flicked in mid-air, and a large light blue screen appeared, and he could only hear the words in his mouth: "Search in the lower realm, the old counting method, the prefix of the ground Jiaxu class, good guy, there are quite a few people, hey, here, I found it.”

Knowing that Ding Mu was not someone who entered the Heavenly Palace to make trouble, that person's complexion obviously became much better. He smiled and said: "You went down early, maybe you didn't know that Chang'e has turned against her, and she is trying to stir up the Moon Palace to become independent. , so it is very strict on this matter, I think you just don't talk or do anything here, I'm afraid you will also..."

Ding Mu smiled and said, "It's okay, just be careful."

He thought for a while, and then asked: "Sir, can you find out the list of newly promoted immortals? I have a good friend who has also been promoted. I want to go and see him."

The man frowned, thought for a while, and said, "I'm not in charge of this. I'll take you to process your documents and identity information first. Identity information like this is handled together over there. It should be possible from Find it there."

Ding Mu nodded and said, "Thank you."

He followed this person all the way through the familiar and unfamiliar neighborhoods, and for a moment, he even had the illusion that he had not returned to the heaven at all, but was still in the mortal world.

"This was originally Shuxia Palace, remember? Later, Fairy Zheyue said that this palace had no modern atmosphere and did not reflect the spirit of the Heavenly Palace of the Times, so it was changed, and now it is called 'Caiyun Cultivation, Breeding, Management and Operation Office. '." The staff member slipped his lips like a tour guide, and it seemed that he did such things a lot.

But that's okay, Ding Mu just died once, and there was a sense of depression in his heart, and he was overwhelmed by this person's blah blah, so he didn't need to talk, just walked along, tired not with him.

"This is Fusang Street. There is a Jiuyang barbecue in it. It tastes very delicious. It is really meat roasted by the sun. It is the sun that Hou Yi killed. The suns were laid off and reemployed. There is no carbon smell, and there is a burnt smell." It smells pretty good, someday you can eat it by yourself, but I will forcefully recommend lamb kidneys, add less cumin and more salt and pepper, that's a huge fragrance."

Ding Mu couldn't help but laugh when he heard these people, things, and things he was familiar with slowly turning into another thing in this person's mouth.

These "myths" are unimaginable even in the 21st century.

For example, the statue of Erlang, who has been enshrined by people in the lower world for so long, has always looked like a small boy with white robes and powder noodles. Who would have thought that this person is actually a 1.9-meter jade-faced King Kong with a small head, flowery arms, and a mouth full of Shu dialect?

Just as I was thinking, I arrived at the place.

"Look, this is it, isn't it the spirit of a modern Tiangong?"

The treasure hall is still the one he is familiar with, but on the basis of the original hall, a lot of wiring, controllers and other things have been added, which looks quite strange and beautiful. There is a sign on the door, which says "Erliqiao Office" .

Ding Mu: "..."

Too modern.

Just as he was thinking, a familiar voice suddenly made him stop in place. He followed the sound to find the source of the sound, and his eyes traveled through the crowds of people, and he recognized this person at a glance.

It's Guan Yi.

It's off.

It's his knife.

He wanted to speak, opened his mouth several times, but couldn't say anything, and a tear fell from his eye socket.

He could barely make a sound until the tear fell to the ground, and he shouted: "Brother."

This is the name they often used in their previous lives, and it is not at all abrupt to call it here, but it has a sense of fate that it should be.

Guan Yi, who was more than a dozen people away from Ding Mu, was also stunned when he heard this address. He suddenly broke away from the arms of the people around him, pushed aside the crowd, and tried to get closer to this side.

Ding Mu wanted to tell you to slow down, but before he could speak, he was hugged tightly.

Warm liquid seeped down from the shoulders, soaking the clothes in that area. He patted the man's back and said hoarsely, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Guan Yi saw him die in front of him several times in a row, how could he bear it any longer?The panic in his heart can only be subsided a little by hugging Ding Mu tightly.