After being dressed as the evil god

The blood-cold sacrifice turned into a ghost full of resentment, and rushed towards the solemnly dressed priests.

The god looked at this scene indifferently, could not tell whether it was disgust or indifference, there seemed to be something extremely cold and dark hidden in those dark eyes...

thoughts.No one had noticed this power until the gods first came into contact with mortals.

Through imagination and communication, they use "belief" to give illusory value to processed shells and create the concept of money.In the same way, they created laws and rules without substance, created business signs and divisions of families and countries... These things that only exist in people's minds and do not really exist, but they do enable them to Gather together, apply force towards the same goal, and gradually build achievements on the earth, and those tigers, wolves, elephants, and leopards that were originally much stronger than them have been expelled to other places.

This is the power of the mind, but it is still unreal. If people no longer believe in money, then the polished shell is worthless. If people no longer believe in the law, then these rules that everyone obeys It becomes a waste mark on the paper.

However, when the mind is combined with divine power, real things can be born.For example... hell.

The fingertips of the gods are entwined with thoughts, which he collected from those living beings whose karma was broken.Resentment, unwillingness, gratitude, longing... They don't have the concept of the underworld, but only have vague hopes for the gods of cause and effect.Under the guidance of the divine power, these hazy thoughts gradually turned into the foundation of the underworld.

The underworld that the gods want to build is not a certain place, a certain force, or a certain magic weapon... but a rule of operation recognized by heaven and earth. It will be so large that it will encompass the entire world, and it will be extremely small. , so small that it is everywhere, so that all causes and effects cannot exceed it, and nothing can be overlooked by it.

However, as Taiyin said, the heaven and the earth have their own rotation, how difficult is it to change it?

But the spontaneous movement of heaven and earth, must there be no omissions?If there are no omissions, why has karma and numerology been safe and sound in the past countless years, but recently it has begun to be broken and chaotic?If there are no omissions, how could he gradually build up the underworld between heaven and earth?

The god looked down at the illusory and uncertain underworld prototype in his palm, slowly gathered his fingertips, and held it in his palm.

It is too fragile now, and this little thought is far from enough to make the underworld born.He needs more, clearer and purer thoughts.

But the power of the mind is mutual, and while he is using the mind, he is also affected by this power.The expectations of the worshippers for him, along the causal lines that connect him with all living beings, came a vibration like a heartbeat.

This kind of influence is not difficult to solve. The thoughts of mortals can hardly shake the solid mind of gods that have been honed for a long time, just like a mayfly cannot shake a big tree.

But what if there are tens of thousands of mayflies, day and night?

Longing for justice, longing for judgment, longing for revenge... resentment, unwillingness, pain...

He may have been affected, so he intervened in the evil sacrifices to ripen their evil fruits in advance.

The god knocked on the body of the pen, which was as white as a bone, and the vibration like a heartbeat stopped.This pen is made of his bones, and it was born with the ability to judge cause and effect. During the sacrifice, he integrated the method of numerology bestowed on him by the sun, and it also has the ability to partially record and change numerology.

This pen is enough to bear the influence of the part of his mind that he has no time to deal with for the time being.

If you just collect your thoughts like this, building the underworld will be a very, very long process.Even if he can wait forever without reincarnation, the cause and effect in the world will only become more and more scattered during the waiting process.He should find a more efficient method...

Another memory fragment ends, and the fog rises again.

……

In the southwest of Langyue City, there is a verdant mountain, which is particularly conspicuous in the withered and yellowed land on all sides.

Zhong Yongwang stopped his horse, looked at the mountain in surprise, and asked, "What mountain is that?"

The guide said: "My lord, you can't enter that mountain. It's a poisonous mountain. The nearby villages and those of us who have been here all year round know it. This mountain is still green, maybe it's because of the poison in the mountain. "

Zhong Yongwang sighed regretfully.The guide was called Xu Shen, an experienced businessman in the vicinity, who was hired by him to lead the way.He is Lu Guo's supervisory envoy, and he travels around on behalf of the king all the year round, checking the situation in other places outside the king's capital, and then going back to report.This time, on the one hand, it was to look at the disaster situation, and on the other hand, it was to find out what kind of forces were secretly instigating the refugees to rebel.

In order to be able to see the real situation, Zhong Yongwang usually walks secretly while hiding his identity.This time he brought two entourages pretending to be looking for relatives who had lost contact with him. Xu Shen didn't know his identity, so he probably wouldn't lie to him, but there's nothing wrong with being more cautious.

Zhong Yongwang looked up at the sky and said: "After driving for a long time today, the horse is also tired. Since there are villages nearby, let's go to repair it first."

Xu Shen only thought that he was tired from running around for several days, and after pointing to the direction of the nearest village, several people drove to the nearby village.

The village they went to was called Baotong Village. When they arrived, the sky was just beginning to get dark, but they saw a few villagers walking in joyfully at the entrance of the village, carrying baskets full of wild vegetables and fruits. , and several trapped prey.

Zhong Yongwang was curious, and went to talk to them. He was used to this way, and a few words made the villagers who were a little wary relax. When he asked about the origin of the mountain goods, he didn't hide it.

"It was picked from that poisonous mountain." The villager replied.

Zhong Yongwang asked in surprise: "Poison mountain?"

"There is an immortal in that mountain, who can help people cure the poison in the mountain." A villager said, "We only found out in the past few days."

Zhong Yongwang was very surprised, and after he settled down in the village, he asked someone to ask about it.

"At the foot of the poisonous mountain, there is a Feng family village. Their village is the closest to the mountain. A while ago, someone in their village couldn't stand the hunger. Thinking that death by poisoning was better than death by starvation, they went into the mountain to find food, and then Then I met a fairy. The fairy helped him detoxify, and told him to let him go back and tell others that they can go up the mountain to hunt in the future. As long as they are not too greedy, they can find him to detoxify.” The villagers were happy and regretful. He said, "Our village is a little far away, and I only found out about it yesterday, otherwise Fifth Uncle might be able to get through it..."

Zhong Yongwang sighed with him, and then asked: "Can I go and see tomorrow?"

The villagers hesitated.

Zhong Yongwang promised: "I don't take things from the mountains."

The villagers waved their hands and said: "It's not because of this. The gods allow everyone to take it, so we have no reason to stop it. Besides, all the things in the mountain are poisonous. Even if you get a lot of greed, the gods can't cure such a heavy poison. Take it." In vain, if you eat it, you will die."

Zhong Yongwang asked: "Is the poison very powerful? Only gods can cure it?"

The villagers said: "Of course! This thing has been passed down from generation to generation. If someone can cure this poison, everyone will know about it a long time ago? Besides, the heavy rain before was heavy, right? But this mountain is fine! What does this mean?"

"What does it mean?" Zhong Yongwang asked cooperatively.

The villagers said: "It means that the poison in this mountain is much more severe than that rain! Think about it, the vegetation and beasts in those mountains can survive such severe poison, are they still afraid of the rain in those few days? If there is no reaction after the rain, you should know how powerful the poison is! If there is no god to detoxify, whoever eats the food inside will die! Even if nothing happened at the time, it will definitely be over soon!"

"Then why..." Zhong Yongwang asked.

The villager hesitated for a moment and said, "Except that everything inside is poisonous, the mountain is no different from ordinary mountains, and there is nothing to see. If you want to see the mountain, it's okay to go in and wander around, as long as you don't stay for a long time and don't eat. There is no need to ask the gods to detoxify the things in the mountains."

"I want to meet the gods." Zhong Yongwang said bluntly, "You know, I'm here to find someone. At this moment, I haven't found someone for so long. I'm really anxious, and I want to ask the gods to help me."

The villagers couldn't refuse, so after hesitating for a while, they said, "That's fine. That's... I have to remind you in advance that he is a good fairy, but he doesn't look very good-looking and a bit scary. You must not offend the fairy. "

Zhong Yongwang nodded: "This is natural."

The villagers were still uneasy, and repeatedly urged them back and forth. On the one hand, they did not want to talk about the appearance of the gods because of the favor they received, but on the other hand, they were worried that Zhong Yongwang might offend the gods.

This tangled attitude made Zhong Yongwang even more curious.He could tell that people really loved this "immortal", but what exactly did this "immortal" look like that made them so unspeakable?

Many people don't distinguish between Shinto practitioners and Immortal practitioners, they only call them gods, and they don't know what this "ugly god" is like.But it is a good thing that he is willing to help the people around him. As Lu Guo's supervisor, he should meet with the other party no matter what. If this "immortal" can reach a cooperation with Lu Guo, that would be even better.

……

At the foot of Dushantou, this place has just entered the range of Dushantou. People have built a thatched hut here. At this moment, there are four or five people lining up to go in and out with the elderly on their backs or children in their arms.

In the thatched hut, a woman holding a child took the bitter vine juice from the wood, urged the child to drink it, and stuffed a fruit into his mouth after the child finished drinking with a wrinkled face.

With the fruit in his mouth, the child mumbled thanks to the wood: "Thank you, ugly fairy!"

The woman raised her eyebrows: "What are you talking about!"

"It doesn't matter." Mu Mu waved his hand and smiled.

The child's mind is grateful, and that's all right.He is ugly, even if people don't say it, they think so in their hearts.

The person who went into the mountain and wanted to be a full-fledged ghost before didn't plan to live. Wasn't the first reaction when seeing him was "Oh my god" and ran away?

That man was also interesting, and he stopped running after a few steps. Mu Mu asked him, and he said: "I was hungry, but if I run again, I will be even more hungry. Anyway, I am going to die. Before you kill me, can you let me have a meal?" full?"

Mu Mu saved him, and later the man came back, and built a hut for Mu Mu with other people. Mu Mu quietly extended a bitter vine to help people detoxify here.

Bitter vines grow from poison pools. Although they can detoxify, they can't be drunk casually. These ordinary people who have not practiced have a limited amount of drinking and a limited amount of poison that they can resist.In the past, some people were greedy and unbelieving, and secretly drank too much bitter vine juice from others, but they were sent to him to save their lives.Since then, there have been no greedy people.

After the bitter vine juice flows out, it can last for a limited time. Many families are far away from here, and there is no way to bring the bitter vine juice back, so they bring people here to drink it.

Although people still think his appearance is terrible and ugly, they are no longer afraid of him, and even after drinking the bitter vine juice, they will come to see him in the thatched cottage.

Wood opened his hand to the child, and a small white flower bloomed in the palm of his hand.The child's tender palm rested on his, and touched it without fear.

Wood plucked the flowers and put them in the child's hands, saying, "Okay."

The woman with the baby thanked him again, and stepped back to let the next come in.

When the sky darkened and all the people who came to detoxify left, Mu Mu opened his palm, and another small white flower slowly bloomed, the petals vibrated slightly, and a zither sound came out.

Mu Mu closed his eyes, and a smile gradually appeared on that dark and terrifying face.

This is the white flower transformed by divine magic, and it was given to him by Ding Qin when he came to visit him.The sound of the piano is like water, even if it is temporarily low and trapped, the water will not stop, and one day it will be able to break through the rocks and change the shore.The ending of the piano music is eloquent and the world is vast, which is his wish.

Mu Mu loved this qin music very much, and was listening to it quietly, when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked outside the hut.

A few more people came from outside the hut, the first one was the one who ran to the mountains to be a stuffed ghost, named Meng Er, followed by a few strangers who had never seen each other before, their behavior and clothes did not look like those nearby. The villagers were obviously taken aback when they saw the wood, but they quickly calmed down and did not show any disrespect.

Mu Mu withdrew the magical spell in his palm, and asked Meng Er with a smile: "Didn't you come here this morning? Why are you here again?"

"These people are here to look for relatives. I heard that you are here, so I want to ask you for help." Meng Er pointed to the people behind him.

Zhong Yongwang introduced himself and saluted Mu Mu.

"I'm not good at spells in this area. My memory is not bad. If I've met someone before, I might be able to help. If I haven't seen someone..." Mu Mu shook his head.

"Don't dare to force it." Zhong Yong said politely.He took out a portrait, and after looking at it, he didn't have any impression.

Zhong Yongwang was not disappointed, the person in the portrait was not the relative he was looking for, but a portrait of a person who might be related to the rebels.The bigger purpose of his trip was to have a talk with the strange-looking cultivator in front of him, but Meng Er was still here.

Zhong Yongwang didn't say goodbye, and directly turned the conversation around: "My business is done, Brother Meng Er also has something to ask you for advice."

Mu Mu shifted his gaze to Meng Er.

"I want to ask you something." Meng Er didn't care about Zhong Yongwang and the others. What he wanted to ask was not something ulterior, "This morning my sister brought her child home from a neighboring village. Yes, she said that a few strangers came to the neighboring village in the past two days, and those people told them that as long as they believe in a certain religion, they will have food to eat. Do you think this is reliable?"

When Zhong Yongwang heard this, he couldn't help paying attention.He is investigating those forces that secretly instigate and organize rebels. Most of the sects that appear in natural disasters and tempt the people with food have ulterior ambitions and purposes.

Mu Mu had never experienced such a thing, he was stunned for a moment, and asked: "What else did they say? What is it taught?"

Meng Er said while recalling: "They said that their sect leader is to help the suffering beings... What's the matter, the name is too long, my sister didn't remember it. I remembered the name of their sect, they said it was called Xuan Puritanism. Immortal, do you know this sect? Are they reliable?"

Zhong Yongwang's eyes couldn't help but change. With his official position in Lu State, he can know some secrets.Before there was an accident in Taiwu County, while Shenting was investigating, Lu Guo was also busy. Among the results obtained later, there was the name "Xuanqingjiao".

After hearing the name, Mu Mu was stunned. He sat there in a daze, not noticing the change of Zhong Yongwang, and murmured repeatedly: "...Xuan Qingjiao?"

"It should be this name, do you recognize them?" Meng Er asked.

But Mu Mu didn't answer, the name gave him a strange sense of familiarity.But since he was born, he has never left this mountain, and he has never come into contact with any sect.

This sense of familiarity comes from the bones and remnants of souls in the soul breath vine.

who is he?What does it have to do with Xuan Puritanism?What sect is Xuanqingjiao?

"... Immortal? Immortal?"

Mu Mu came back to his senses, and asked eagerly: "What else did they say? What happened to Xuanqingjiao?"

"I didn't notice, if you want to know, I can help you find out?" The visitor asked tentatively.

Mu Mu nodded, then stopped suddenly, and said, "I don't know whether they are good or bad, you...be careful."

The visitor patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry!"

Zhong Yongwang noticed Mu Mu's reaction, and he suggested calmly, "I can also help."

Mu Mu hesitated for a moment, nodded his thanks and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

He gave a few more instructions, and after everyone left, Mu Mu slowly bent down and hugged his head.

Mysterious Puritanism... Mysterious Puritanism...

Something appeared in his mind, but it was blurred into mottled patches of color.Something was singing in his head, but it overlapped into an indistinguishable noise.

He never knew what he was, why he was trapped in the mountainside, and why he had to go through that kind of suffering.But he met the gods later, and the gods helped him find the bones in the rattan coffin.

He inherited the remnant soul of that corpse.

Who is he?

Mu Mu gasped with difficulty, endured the pain, and tried to catch a sentence from the noise:... Xuanming Hell, clear cause and effect...

……

... There is a hell in the world, and the cause and effect are judged.Nine springs and nine prisons, condemned and washed.Complaints and complaints, good and evil results...

The ethereal chant sounded.

In the vast fog, the god followed the singing and fell into another memory fragment.

That was the first sacrifice when Xuanqingjiao was established.Worshipers sang simple and boundless sacrificial songs, and their pious thoughts rose slowly with the incense.

No one could see the gods, but the gods had descended on the altar, and his eyes fell on the worshiping beings under the altar.

Among them are not only mortals, but also spiritual beasts, alien beasts with supernatural powers, practitioners of different cultivation levels and different paths, and even souls that have lost their bodies and turned into ghosts.

Creatures of different races gather together because of a common mind, take faith as a guide, and teach others to teach.

With the belief in the underworld of Xuanming, and the mind of rectifying cause and effect, it is named Xuanqing.

The pure and firm thoughts of the priests fell into the hands of the gods, combined with the vast divine power, guided by the will of the gods, and turned into an illusory shape of the underworld.Thousands of years, or even longer, one day, there will be no injustice caused by the rupture of cause and effect in this world, and cause and effect will treat everything fairly in the end.

The name of Xuanqingjiao spread in the world, and because the lifespan of the gods is endless, its existence also lasts for a long time.Under the power of the gods and the minds of all living beings, the illusory hell has become more and more solid.

In the palm of the god's left hand, he held the imaginary underworld, while the fingertips of his right hand held a bone-white pen, and the body of the pen vibrated slightly.

This pen, which takes the finger bones of gods as its body and the cause and effect of all living beings as its hair, has given birth to its own soul after countless years of scouring with countless thoughts.

The god looked at the pen in his hand, whether it gave birth to spirituality or not, it didn't make any difference to the god.He could also erase the spirituality from the pen, but what was the need?

"Speaking of it... I don't seem to have given you a name." Shenming tapped the pen holder lightly with his fingertips, and the tip of the pen rubbed against his palm affectionately.

"Let's call it a life note."

……

The sun rises and the moon sets, the vicissitudes of life.When the gods are there, the Xuanqing religion is there, and the vows of all living beings are gathered into a tower, and the fortune-telling pen carries the complicated thoughts in it.After an unknown period of time, the underworld in the hands of the gods was finally completed.

There was a smile on the god's face, and then, as long as this underworld is connected to the sky and the earth, making it a part of the sky and the earth, it will be done.

He opened his left hand, which was protected in the palm of his hand, and the underworld was revealed. Under the vast will of the gods, he exuded a wonderful rhythm, and gradually merged with the heaven and the earth...

hum.

The world suddenly shook.

No, it's not heaven and earth, but this world, this small dream memory world suddenly shook.

The memory was interrupted, and the god suddenly paused.

The white mist vibrates, the world in the dream gradually shatters and collapses, the gods look around, the river freezes, the birds stagnate, the sky and the earth seem to suddenly pause into a picture scroll that starts to break from the edge, even the rhythm of the underworld in his hand and the vibration of the fortune-telling pen are still Only he is still real.

The shattered edges of the scroll revealed dangerous chaos, contending with the power of the white mist.

In order to resist the dangerous force that shatters the dream, the fog covering the entire dream gathers towards the edges, and the fog in the center of the world fades away, revealing the essence of the dream.

This place is not reality, and the bewildered mind suddenly regains consciousness.

What he experienced is just a long-term memory, an unchangeable past that has already happened.

He experienced all of this as a god, but who is the god?

He raised his hand and pressed the lower part of his left eye, where the burning pain was astonishing.

The thick and chaotic memories churned endlessly in the consciousness, giving birth to heavy pain.

Why is he here?

Who is he?