After being dressed as the evil god

The full moon walks silently in the sky, gradually rising from the top of the tree to the top of the zenith.

Its shadow is reflected in the water, splashed into a handful of bright water splashes.Jin Yan was already drunk, leaning on Hou Li's body and talking nonsense, annoying Hou Li enough, stuffing him with cakes one after another; the monkeys were making a fuss; After drinking a glass of wine at the bottom, Qian Zi lay on the top of Jinliu Mountain dizzy and refused to get off.

Li Chi sat alone on the stone chair, holding his wine glass in one hand and looking up at the moon.

Regardless of whether all living beings in the world are happy or sad, awake or dreaming, the Lunar Star moves in the same way.

Li Chi raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, using some of his consciousness to probe into the nightmare of the nightmare.

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The thin crescent moon hangs in the sky, like a small crack in the dark sky.

This is not the sky in reality, but the dream of a nightmare.

This is a dream that is black and red, like blood flowing from a scorched body, but in the first layer of the dream, there is nothing.

A piece of pure darkness, without any sight, without any objects, even the perception is vague, only a voice, explaining intermittently, like a communication spell that is about to be cut off.

"They are catching us... They want to create a dream god, they want to find a certain place, they can't find it, so they want to create such a place in the dream, they..."

The voice of the nightmare-eating tapir echoed in the darkness, and Li Chi listened quietly.These fragments of information were quickly repeated, and the content became more and more fragmented, until only one sentence was left over and over again.

"...they're catching us...they're catching us...they're catching us..."

The repeated sounds form a strange and weird rhythm, constantly impacting the listener's consciousness, like a heart that is breaking apart, every beat is full of noise.If you can't bear this kind of impact, you can only exit the dream, and you won't be able to perceive the entrance of the second dream.

This is a layer of screening.Shuo Yue was aware of this, so she did not continue to enter the second dream.The nightmare-eating tapir will set up a screening in the first layer of dreams, it must be because the content of the second layer of dreams requires the entrant to have enough consciousness to withstand such an impact.And at that time, she couldn't show any flaws.

"They're catching us, they're catching us, they're catching us, they're..."

The voices of the nightmare eaters layered together, gradually forming a noisy white noise. When all the voices merged into one, a small cracking sound suddenly sounded.

The glaciers cracked and the bones shattered. After a sound, all the sounds disappeared. In the dark dream, a crack appeared, narrow and curved, like a sharp wound.

It was a crescent hook.

Li Chi stretched out his hand, and the darkness suddenly shattered.

Like ink droplets melted in water, the silent dream suddenly fainted and became noisy.

This is the second layer of dreams.

The moon hangs high, and the stars are scattered.The lights in the world gradually go out from prosperity, and the power of dreams rises in the world.

Spicy, with a bit of salty and numbing taste spreading in the mouth and consciousness... This weird and thick taste is like drinking a thick hot pot soup with spicy oil.

"...It's too spicy, too spicy! I don't like the smell of fear!" The nightmare eater complained, and even the dreamer felt the strong taste and emotion.

The previous feelings naturally emerged in the consciousness. The dream-eating tapir just swallowed a nightmare. This is the practice work of the dream-weaving spider.

Li Chi looked at this dream, and from the perspective of the nightmare, this was not just a dream created by the nightmare, it was a complete memory intercepted by him, including all the nightmares in this life. What he saw and heard, his emotional fluctuations, his thoughts... The nightmare-eating tapir didn't try to hide anything, he didn't care anymore, if someone could dig out something from this memory that he didn't find, that would be great.

It is precisely because of this that a screening is required to enter the second dream.

This memory is so deep, and its level of detail is almost equivalent to another life, so when this too rich dream comes, any practitioner who is not mentally strong may get lost in it.

When a person thinks and feels the same as a nightmare, is he himself or a nightmare?

Li Chi silently watched the dream.

He heard the dream weaving spider's voice: "I can't always weave dreams according to your taste! I'm about to vomit out of my dreams!"

Also feel the emotions of the nightmare eater.Noisy, a little dissatisfied, but more accustomed to and joy in this peaceful life.

Consciousness is like water, these feelings, thoughts... and the scenes in the memory of all the nightmare eaters around are like a layer of thick dye falling into the water.Transparent clear water is the easiest to be dyed, but for Lichi, this memory is just like a drop of water falling on the deep pool, the ripples are only set off on the surface, leaving no trace, and the depth of the pool is always calm as ever.

This is his consciousness, even if he loses all the memories before he woke up in Li's residence, in a blank, it is enough to dispel the memory impact of the nightmare.

He felt that the dream-eating tapir suddenly lost consciousness when he was arguing with the dream-weaving spider, felt the fear and uneasiness they felt in the Gu formation when they woke up again, felt the brutality of fighting and devouring in the Gu formation, Feeling the trembling and despair of the dream-weaving spider before dying, and what she said to the dream-eating tapir...

"Eat me, you have to escape..."

The nightmare-eating tapir was trembling.

Li Chi sighed, and the dream suddenly stopped.

Xuan Puritanism, Xuan Puritanism.

He put down his wine glass, half-closed his eyes and fell into a dream.

Another dream was touched, it was the memory of the gods 12 years ago, that was——the real Xuan Puritanism.

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Sacrificial offerings are like a tide, and they stop after three worships.The leader prays for God to come.

This is the scene when Xuan Puritanism was founded.

Li Chi had seen this dream before, but this time, he noticed a person, the praying person standing in the front.

The feathers are dark red, like a burning fire, almost all of them are broken due to cause and effect.

That's... a mysterious bird.

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The mysterious bird of destiny descends to give birth to soup, and the house is rich in soil.

Before the spirit gods born from accumulated prayers and beliefs appeared in this world, there was another similar but different existence called totem.Spirits and gods are born from the gathering of thoughts and do not have a complete soul, but totems are different. They are a complete and independent creature.Every totem is special, they are unique existences in the world, and that is the uniqueness bestowed upon them by the group that enshrines them.

But they are not alone, because the ethnic group that enshrines them also has the closest blood relationship with them.The ethnic group creates the totem, and the totem protects the ethnic group.

Xuanniao is the totem of soup.

In ancient times, all races stood side by side, and there was a man with feathers on his shoulders and a fire in his palm, and his name was Tang.The Xuanniao landed on the land of Yin, and the people of Tang established their own kingdom on the land of Yin.

In the center of Yintu, there is a huge volcano.For other races, volcanoes are dangerous and explosive, but for Tang, volcanoes are rich soil that nourishes them.

The soil spewed from the volcano fell to the earth, and the earth became rich and warm, and it produced grain with full ears and tall and strong trees.

They will never have to worry about volcanoes destroying their homes, never have to fear that ash will cover the sky, because black birds live in volcanoes.

Xuanniao often comes out of the volcano and flies in the Yin soil.Among the Tang people, there was a good flyer, who turned into a bird with his back spread and wings, and flew under the scorching sun with the black bird.

Tang people like Xuanniao, because they build tall buildings, and whenever Xuanniao comes out, they sing and dance on the high platform.

"The mysterious bird of destiny, descended and gave birth to soup, and the house is rich in soil."

Tang people are good at brewing fine wine, and offer it to Xuanniao as a tribute. The wine is full-bodied and can light a lamp.

Xuanniao likes to be lively.

However, one year, the mysterious bird did not appear.

Then, the second year, the third year, the fourth year... the black bird never appeared.

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"The day I came out, the sun was setting, and the sunset was like fire, just like now..." Xuanniao leaned against the altar of Xuanqingjiao and murmured.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the stars move and turn. Now, it has been many years since that day.Now is the time when the last sacrifice of the Xuanqing sect has just ended.

The sun has not yet fully set, the clouds in the western sky are bright red, and the marginal moon shadow in the east is pale.

Xuanniao leaned against the altar and filled a glass of wine on the altar.

"Shangxiang."

The god raised his eyes and looked at the black bird with wrinkled plumage: "I don't need wine."

"Shangshen." Xuanniao adjusted his posture. He sat up cross-legged outside the altar, holding a freshly opened jar of wine in his arms, with some dirt and moisture on his sleeves, "This is Tangren's last jar of wine."

"There is no one to drink with me anymore." He picked up the wine jar and took a big gulp, then laughed suddenly, his eyes dimmed as if drunk, "The underworld will come to an end, karma will be equalized, and there is no need for Xuanqingjiao to continue to exist. God promised me that after that, he would send me back into reincarnation."

"That's true." The god raised his hand and took the wine glass, "You can also...repent at any time."

"That's too long." Xuanniao said, and he took another sip of wine, "That's too long..."

He still has a long, long time to live.

"Xuanqingjiao, Xuanqingjiao... Since you established Xuanqingjiao, I have been in charge of it on your behalf. I have watched it grow from nothing to the present, and I have seen more and more congregants who are united in their desire to build the underworld. , but the busier it is here, the harder it is for me..."

The gods did not speak.On Xuanniao's body, there are a large number of broken causal lines, each of which is connected with Xuanniao's blood, but now they are floating in the void, with nowhere to go.

A long time ago, there was no Xuan Puritanism in the world at that time, and Tang Ren’s figure was still flying in the sun at that time. At that time, the Xuanniao stopped on the stone pillar Tang Ren built for him like every past ceremony, and looked at them. Sing and dance, and watch them serve fine wine.

They lit a flame on each jar of wine, and the aroma of different wines rose with the intensity of the flames. The black bird swallowed the wine with the strongest flame and the most mellow aroma, together with the flame on the wine.

The soup men who served the wine laughed happily, and they would jump down from the high platform, stretch out their wings from their shoulder blades, and fly like birds.

Until the sun was about to set, they would return to the high platform, bury the selected wine under the high platform, and wait for the next time the black birds appeared, they would dig them out and offer them up.

After the ceremony that day, the mysterious bird entered the volcano as usual, and then, year after year, it never appeared.

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"...If I could have found out sooner..." Xuanniao leaned on the altar, hugging the wine jar and whispering.

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That time, after he entered the volcano, the power of the volcano suddenly began to change.

That was not the kind of power he had combed and reconciled in the past, it was far greater than what this volcano could carry, and it was big enough to destroy the entire Yin Land.

The berserk power was surging all the time, and he had no choice but to stay in the volcano.If he leaves, then this raging force will destroy Yin Tu and Tang Ren in an instant.

So he stayed there for one year, two years, three years... Xuanniao has never left the volcano, and he has never seen Tangren's singing and dancing, never drank Tangren's wine, and never took them to fly under the sun , until sunset and moonrise.

But it doesn't matter.The power of the volcano will always calm down, and with the harmony of the black bird, it will bring the rich soil to the earth as before, nourishing the Tang people to pass on the Yin soil, but it will not bring burns and ashes.

Four years, five years, six years... Xuanniao didn't know how long he stayed in the volcano. The endless turbulent magma made him feel tired. He began to miss Tangren's laughter and good wine, and he missed taking them to overlook Yintu a feeling of.

His wings are stretched, receiving the heat of the sun. When he spreads his wings from the stone pillar, countless people will jump down from the high platform, and their shoulders and backs will grow wings, and they will follow him and fly together. A warm red current.

There is no second black bird in this world, but every Tangren is his clan.

He cannot leave the volcano for a while, because it will destroy his people.But the power of the volcano will calm down one day.He wanted to go out on that day to see how much they built up that high platform, and listen to them singing, dancing and laughing in the wind and sunshine.

Listen to them singing "The mysterious bird of destiny, descended and gave birth to soup..."

However, on the day when the abnormal power of the volcano finally calmed down, when Xuanniao rushed out of the volcano with the most joyous cry, he only saw a dense dense forest.

... The house is rich in soil.

This is a piece of lush land, with high towers looking up to the sky and pillars like trees.The Tang people used the black bird as a totem, because they liked tall buildings.

However, at this time, the court buildings decorated with black bird patterns collapsed, and the high platform that looked up to the sky was broken, only the stone pillar carved with black birds fell across the gravel and was almost submerged by weeds.

The rich soil brought by the volcano has nourished a rich dense forest on the Yin soil, but the Tang people... disappeared.

Xuan Niao wandered round and round on the Yin soil, and there was no soup person, not a single one.He couldn't feel the warmth brought by the closeness of blood, and the world seemed to suddenly become empty.

The Xuanniao was burning with fervent flames in the air, but there were no other Tangren with warm wings behind him.

He suddenly felt cold.

Xuanniao landed on the high platform, but the stone pillars built by Tang people for him to rest had collapsed.Weeds and vines drowned it almost out of sight.He raised his claws to push away those entangled vines, and brought up a broken leaf of grass and vines, as well as a white...skull? !

The black bird crawled on the ground like crazy, using its wings and sharp claws to lift off the weeds and vines covering the ground one by one. Countless broken bones were buried under the soil, with broken wings and eyes. empty.

Under the Yin soil that he cultivated through countless years of dredging the volcano, there are human bones all over.

who is it?who is it? !who did it!

But the corpse was decayed, and no one answered.The vines wrapped around the ribs, the roots wrapped around the remnant wings, only the weeds growing from the eye sockets swayed in the wind towards the black bird.

They had been dead for a long time, long enough to be buried by the volcanic soil and the lush forests that had grown up from it.

Xuanniao could no longer feel those pulsating blood vessels, and could no longer find even a soup man.

In this world, he is the only one who is in charge of the fire and the joy of the sun soaring in the land of Yin.

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"Heaven's Destiny Xuanniao descended to produce soup..." Xuanniao raised the wine jar.There was no flame burning on the wine jar, and the wine was cold.

That day he collected all the remains of the Tang people he could find and buried them all under the high platform.

Under the high platform, he dug out the wine that the Tang people had buried year after year...

"There are no soup people in this world anymore," the black bird with dark red feathers hugged the empty wine jar and fell drunk beside the altar, "how can there be a mysterious bird of destiny..."

Xuanniao has been following the gods for a long time. From the day when Xuanqingjiao was established to the day when the underworld is about to be completed, Xuanniao has been taking care of Xuanqingjiao for thousands of years, but the gods have never renewed those things that were originally not for him. The causal line that breaks.

It's not impossible, but...

The god drank the wine in the cup.

The cause and effect that has been broken, even if it is continued again, will always be different.There are times when it's okay to renew karma, but other times... it's better not to.

Xuanniao has always been aware of this.

So what he wanted was to abandon this body and re-enter reincarnation after the establishment of the underworld...

The liquor enters the throat.

The dream suddenly shattered.

Li Chi turned his head and looked at Mu Mu.

Among the thick and dark cocoon-like causal lines on the wood body, there are countless broken causal lines hidden, and they are only left with a short stubble, but they are not willing to hold on to it.

"...I hope you will last forever..." Hou Li's voice sang in the courtyard, he tapped the wine glass with his chopsticks and sang, a long time ago, when the Li family was still alive, he heard the Li family members sing like this.

The pastry was gone, and when he sang, Jinyan shut his mouth.

The full moon has reached the zenith, and gradually slides westward.

The moon rises and sets, and the moon and stars move in the sky every night, and the circle and waning are the same movement for it.

There are 360 ​​five days and nights in a year, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is just one of the most common days and nights, but ordinary people give it a meaning.

This is a word that only mortals can write.

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In Zhang Ningcheng, the palace did not invite the ministers to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet like in previous years, but exchanged the invitations from the past for gifts and sent them to each household one by one.

Lu Hong sat in the pavilion, with only his wife and children by his side. On this day, he only wanted to stay with his family.

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Outside Zhangning City, in a thatched cottage in the suburbs.

The boy proudly showed the mooncakes in the box to the old man: "Master Zhong rewarded me, because I learned characters very quickly! Master Zhong said, I will be his book boy now, and I will be better at it in the future. He took me out together! Grandpa, try it!"

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In Shuigu Town, outside Yun's house, Yunling secretly left a box of mooncakes outside the small gate.

A black dog sneaked in. He left a flower in the corner and took the box away.

In the temple of the earth, the god opened his eyes, and then closed his eyes as if he hadn't seen.

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Because people leave, they look at the full moon, and because life is short, they wish to have a long love.

If people can't get together, can't see each other, and can't hear the sound, but when they look up, they see the same full moon.

"...thousands of miles together..." Hou Li said the last sentence slowly, looking up at the moon, his eyes seemed to be full of nostalgia.

The old tortoise was slowly telling stories about the Huai River and the two sides of the river, and the wooden body was covered with goblins, staring at the old tortoise with shining eyes.

...After the catastrophe, countless alien races were exterminated, many forces collapsed, and many inheritances were cut off. Xuanqingjiao is just one of them.At the end of the catastrophe, there were still their figures on the ground, but not long after that, they completely disappeared, and finally even some of the surviving characters disappeared one by one...

The words of the Huai Shui Shenjun are still in my ears, the real Xuanqing religion has been destroyed, and it has been stolen by the thing that refines Gu with dream beasts.

Under the poisonous pool, in the vine coffin, the souls of the dead bones have dissipated, leaving only the wood soaked in the poison for thousands of years, which has inherited some of the remnants of the mysterious bird.

12 years ago, the gods of Xuan Puritanism had died out.

Who seriously injured Xuanniao, forcing him to be buried in the soul breath vine to continue his life?Who cut off the vine of soul breath, threw it into the poisonous pool, and used the strong poison in it to consume his soul for thousands of years?

Who coveted the existence of Shangxuan Puritanism 12 years ago, and now, 12 years later, peeled it off?

Li Chi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had concealed all his emotions.

"Wood," he called.

Mu Mu responded with an "hey", but the smile on that ugly face was unbelievably warm and lovely.

"You should go back." Li Chi said.

Mu Mu was startled, and his smile slowly became lost: "Ah... yes, I should go back."

He still can't leave the poisonous mountain for too long.

"Do you like to drink?" Li Chi asked suddenly.

"What?" Mu Mu was stunned.

Li Chi waved his sleeve, and a large gourd of wine crashed into Mu Mu's arms.He raised his hand to draw a passage in the air, Mu Mu held the wine gourd, and looked at the yard reluctantly.

"Thank you," he said softly, and stepped into the passage.

The light spots of the magic spell gradually dissipated in the air, and the warm little courtyard disappeared together with the full moon, and there were only bitter vines in the center of the poisonous pool and cold fireflies around.

But the wine gourd in his arms was hot.Wood opened the wine gourd and took a sip.

It was warm, like a fire soaked in sunlight.

Mu Mu touched his eyes, why did he suddenly...cry?

The author has something to say: There are two versions of Xuanniao, one is the swallow, and the other is the phoenix emperor.

Mr. Wen Yiduo verified in "Classic New Meanings: Part [-]: Li Sao Jie Gu": Gao Xin's spirit was flourishing, and it was caused by a mysterious bird. ——"Nine Chapters Thinking of the Beauty" Feng Huang has received Xi, and I am afraid that Gao Xin will precede me. ——"Li Sao" therefore believes that "the black bird is the Phoenix Emperor".

Due to the needs of the story, this article empties the history and takes the saying that the mysterious bird is the Phoenix Emperor, so it is palm fire and happy sun.

The mysterious bird of destiny, descended to give birth to Shang, and lived in Yin soil. ——"The Book of Songs Shang Song Xuan Niao" overhead history, in this article, "Shang" is changed to "Soup". The pronunciation of "汤" (shang) is the same as "商".It just so happens that Shang Tang was also the founding monarch of the Shang Dynasty, but the stories in the article have no connection with real history.

Nung, moon and new moon. —— "Water Tune Getou When Will the Bright Moon Come?"