When God Is My Ex-Husband Today [Rebirth]

Standing there was a man with jet-black hair and a dark green robe.

He held a green scepter in his hand, with a slight blue light on the top of the staff. In the surrounding godswood forest that had already turned dark again, the flickering and dancing light was like hope.

"Father..." Fu Song staggered twice, walked forward slightly, but stopped still as if breaking some illusion.

There was a sound of falling to the ground behind him, and when Fu Song turned his head, he saw Zhu Ye's face was pale and he had no strength to stand up.

"It's a shame..." Zhu Ye sighed secretly, and was picked up by the elder Wu Ya who had already walked over.

Then Fu Song followed Elder Wu Ya and helped Zhu Ye to the brand new house even though no gods had lived in it for thousands of years.

The familiar scent of medicine lifted Fu Song's spirit, and only then did he really believe that Elder Wu Ya had really come back to life.

"Hmph! Overthinking one's abilities!" Elder Wu Ya snorted coldly, took out a black-painted bottle from his bosom, opened the red cap sealed on it, and took out a bright red elixir from it.

Zhu Ye swallowed it without saying a word.

Only then did Elder Wu Ya let out a breath with his nose. The scepter in his hand was neither light nor heavy on the ground, and he tapped it twice in a chaotic rhythm. Afterwards, a burst of blue light surrounded Zhu Ye's body.

After the light passed, Zhu Ye finally regained his energy as before, but in this room... well, he didn't dare to speak.

"A Song." Elder Wu Ya put away the scepter, sat on the chair, put his hands flat on both ends of the armrests, saw that Fu Song had no connection with the past, and finally sighed , said: "Thank you for your hard work..."

Fu Song's eyes were red.

Thousands of years ago, when the Wu clan was exterminated, he didn't cry.

Elder Wu Ya was in front of him, and he didn't cry when hundreds of thousands of gods cut bones and flesh.

He didn't cry when refining his soul for 500 years was as painful as going up a knife mountain or down a pan of oil.

But now, a light and fluffy word from an elder was not even a word of condolence, but he couldn't restrain himself from crying.

"I should have noticed Li Ye's identity long before you." Elder Wu Ya spread out an ancient scroll, the smell of ancient books filled his nostrils, and there was also a trace of almost imperceptible aura emanating from it.

"When I was making that formation, I already realized that there was a crucial thing missing in it." Elder Wu Ya frowned, "I don't know what it is, but after this child came, the formation has disappeared." finished."

"I died at the time, but the consonance never dissipated. I watched you jump off the Zhuxian Terrace with my own eyes." Elder Wu Ya narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhu Ye's body standing behind Fu Song, "A silver dragon came from the edge of the bitter cold cliff Flying out, no one noticed, and jumped off the Zhuxian Terrace."

"His whole body was cut into minced meat by the thousands of rages under Zhu Xiantai." Elder Wu Ya said with a flat expression, then turned his gaze and looked at Zhu Ye's eyes very calmly, "That silver dragon is Be the emperor of today, Ye."

"Now, I just want to ask you one thing." Elder Wu Ya stood up from the chair, his body was not tall because of the shadow of the candlelight behind him, it was very tall, and even covered Fu Song and Zhu Ye body, "What are you doing all this for?"

"For Ah Song." Zhu Ye showed no expression on his face, and solemnly shook Fu Song's hand in front of Elder Wu Ya, "It's all for him."

Fu Song was kicked out at last.

Very strangely, Elder Wu Ya and Zhu Ye squinted their eyes and looked at each other for a while, and at the same time told him to wait outside.

Speechless and helpless, Fu Song really opened the palace door and came out from inside.

It's just that he didn't expect it.

The people of the Wu clan who had just been revived have all come out of their rooms, kneeling in front of the elder Wu Ya and the palace where they lived for an unknown amount of time.

The conversation inside didn't last long, and Zhu Ye and Elder Wu Ya came out one after the other.

After seeing the orderly Wu Song outside, the elder Wu Ya took a deep breath, and the ethereal voice of the primordial spirit came from all directions, "Welcome to the rebirth of Wu Song, the emperor is coming!"

"Congratulations to Wu Song's rebirth, the emperor is here!"

There is no sound that can be more shocking than the trumpet that tens of thousands of people shouted together.

Fu Song's eyes were hot, and he saw that in the crowd, there was even a little witch who couldn't speak and was babbling, being embraced by his parents, waving his little hands excitedly.

When all the hopes were concentrated on themselves, even if they were still a young child in the Wu clan according to their age, they gave their lives without hesitation.

Fu Song recalled in his mind, when Li Ye first walked into that black prison, what he saw, those pupils full of hope and determination.

In it, there is only fear and resentment.

"Ah Song." Zhu Ye stepped forward and grabbed his hand, pointing to the west, which is the place where the goddess Suxin lived in the third heaven, "When the holy light and majesty reflect the entire 33rd heaven, it is Yehe."

Fu Song stared into the distance, shook his head and said, "Yehe is the image of Jirui in ancient times. It's the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. Yehe is not far away, but it's not close either."

"That's right." Zhu Ye shrugged casually, "What I want to talk about is that little monk sitting on a lotus with nineteen petals in the sky."

Fu Song a meal.

"There are ten thousand Buddha lights lingering around him, which come from the relics in his hands." Zhu Ye said softly, took Fu Song's hand and took two steps to the west, and stopped at the altar in the godswood forest, "little monk His eyes were blinded by the Buddha's light."

Following what he said, the little monk with a little cinnabar between his brows placed his hands on his knees in the shape of a gift, and what he was holding in his hands was a relic with all kinds of brilliance, like the whole world embedded in it.

Fu Song remembered that the young monk's name was Mi Di.

At this moment, under his eyes are full of blood eggplants, and two lines of blood and tears running down his cheeks are shocking.

The Buddha's light behind him has been illuminated by the light and shadow of the relic, which is almost invisible, but he still holds the relic cautiously in his hand.

"Wusong." The nineteen-petalled lotus under Midi's seat disappeared, and he stomped on the lush grass of the Godswood Forest.

The little grass spirits scrambled to gather at his feet, trying to make him more comfortable.

"This is the relic of the ancient Buddha after he had been seated and dissolved." Midi tilted his head slightly, without a trace of expression on his face, "Midi petitioned, with my heart of a natural Buddha vessel, to open the way of reincarnation for the ancient Buddha and reincarnate in the world."

"Western Four Noble Heavens can do without the Buddha and the Buddha, but we can't do without the ancient Buddha's voice." Maidi's still immature voice floated in the air, like a broken dream that was about to dissipate in the wind, "Before the ancient Buddha passed away, use His fleshly body encircled the hundred thousand rakshasas, and the Four Noble Beasts blocked the Four Noble Gates with their fleshy bodies, and they could only block them for less than a hundred years."

"As soon as the Rakshasa came out, the world was in chaos." The figure of Emperor Midi gradually disappeared from the front of Fu Song, and gathered into a golden magic weapon from the place where his feet stood.

That is the Buddhist vessel used by the ancient Buddha Zhengyin when he was crossing the temple, Kamosuo.

Midi's voice finally rang in Fu Song's ear, but it was like a warning prophecy, "The city of carved titles in the world, go through the night, or it will reappear in the open. ..."

Midi disappeared.

Fu Song picked up two bright yellow relics, one large and one small on the ground, and held them tightly in the palm of his hand. Looking at the silent Elder Wu Ya and Zhu Ye, he was silent for a while until he felt the damp heat in his hands. Only then said softly, "Let's go underground again."

"Okay." Zhu Ye said softly, looking at the gradually brightening sky.

Tai Yi is struggling to drive the two-headed horse on the sun carriage, driving the night away from the sky bit by bit, the light will eventually illuminate the entire sky, and there will be no more darkness.