The Book on the Pillow: The Sea and Moonlight

Thirteen days have been in the limelight recently, and everyone in Taichen Palace is in a hurry and full of energy.Without him, the emperor's family will be reunited.

At the beginning, when everyone saw Emperor Donghua who thought he had become a feather but had returned from calamity, they shed a wave of excited tears; then, they learned that Her Highness Fengjiu, the female emperor of Qingqiu, was already a legitimate empress, and she was in harmony with the emperor. The love increased, and another wave of emotional tears was shed; in the end, and the most unexpected thing, seeing His Highness Bai Gungun, who was exactly like the emperor, everyone was dumbfounded and even shed a wave of relief tears.

Taichen Palace has a queen!All the immortal attendants were even more excited than the 30-year-old father who respected the gods, and the emperor needed a good rest, so he didn't go out much, so they all performed the duties of showing off his sons on his behalf. For a while, everyone in Jiuchongtian knew In the Taichen Palace, there is an ice-snow-smart, Zhong Lingyuxiu His Royal Highness, and he will come to observe it whenever he has the opportunity.

The gate of Taichen Palace will not be opened at will.Now that the emperor's family is back, the empress personally takes care of everything in the palace, and the emperor and his elders don't care about the holy body, so the empress naturally puts the emperor's recuperation as the top priority, and all other things have to be sidelined.Even if Tianjun wanted to visit, the empress had the guts to block it, so no one else would dare to disturb her.

According to Zheyan, the best way for Donghua to fully recover is to sleep for tens of thousands of years. Of course he would not choose this method, so he can only spend more time piecemeal, heal the trauma first, and then choose another opportunity The medicine is supplemented with breath adjustment to stabilize the soul, and then a certain period of retreat is added to gradually restore the cultivation base.

Although Mo Yuan and Zheyan gave Donghua some cultivation that day, it was not their own after all. They just raised their breath and concentrated their minds. After two days, they felt a little tired.

Seeing his appearance, Feng Jiu was really anxious.After 500 years, she realized that she didn't want to see the old god with a headache, brain fever, injury or other illnesses. Whenever he frowned slightly, Feng Jiu's fox heart would be pulled hard.I went to Shili Taolin again and again to invite Zheyan to see him. As an old Phoenix who has seen the world, Zheyan would not make a fuss. He only comforted Fengjiu and said: "Jiu girl, Donghua is in a hurry. Just keep him!"

On the contrary, Donghua still quarreled with Old Fenghuang while lying down: "It's just a few words, and I don't know how to become a miracle doctor!" Old Fenghuang snorted: "If you really have the strength to jump up, I will stand still and let you You fight!" Then he threw down a bunch of medicine and a few words of explanation, and walked away.

Donghua thought it was a good day, the Taichen Palace had never been so popular before.His family's little empress is getting more and more handsome, he likes to see Xiaobai busy with him, occasionally he coughs or hums a few times to tease her, and he can get special care from Xiaobai.

And his "Xinde" son Bai Gungun, his mother sent him to accompany him when he was busy. The round little Douding sat quietly by the side of the couch, puffing out his cheeks without speaking, only quietly looking at him.Sometimes he didn't sleep well, and he could still feel his son's warm little hands touching his forehead, and the milky breath in his ears: "Father, what do you think?" Donghua remembered that he touched it in a haze. Touching Roll's head, he smiled at him.Although he and Gun Gun haven't seen each other for a long time, they are trying to get close to each other. They are the same kind of people, which Donghua knows very well.

And these, in his opinion, are more important than insignificant ailments.Their family is finally together!

Since the return of Donghua, the buddha bell flowers in the Taichen Palace have quietly sprouted new buds, and they have recovered some of their old appearances in the past century.At this time, the breeze was still good, and some buddha bell petals danced in the air, and then swirled and landed on the father and son by the small lotus pond.

In the past 100 years, Fengjiu has managed Donghua a lot.In the first 20 years, I spent a lot of time lying down, but I finally got off the ground, and when I went out, I was wrapped up three layers inside and three layers outside. Feng Jiu and Gun Gun supported each other. This posture Donghua felt that he was not recuperating from an injury, but he might be suffering from hemiplegia. .However, the empress and empress are now more and more powerful, and there is still a trick of tears, the old god can only go out of the door, except for the bedroom and the courtyard, even the study is not often, compared to the mortal boudoir. Miss is even more precious.

For example, today, Donghua wanted to go fishing at Fentuoli Pond, but Xiaobai wouldn’t let him; he wanted to fly a kite with Gungun, but Xiaobai wouldn’t let him; .So I could only sigh and rest on the soft bed beside the small lotus pond, closing my eyes and resting my mind while listening to memorization, thinking about how to pretend to be poor, boring and decadent later to be good.

I don't know if it was because the soft, waxy and sweet child's voice was very soothing, coupled with the sweet air in the warm sun, it was the atmosphere for a good sleep, Donghua fell asleep drowsily.

He had a dream.

In the wide and lofty hall, several luminous pearls as big as dragon eyes are shining brightly, and the cloud gauze dances lightly among the pillars and corridors. Several fairy maids stand with their hands down, and several figures in the distance are standing or sitting, discussing What.

The person in the center turned his back to the crowd, with a black crown and a black hair, and he was listening to the people behind him with his face slightly sideways.

A man with a square face in a red and purple robe bowed and played: "The world was first opened, and Yin and Yang began to divide. Among the five races, the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance are endless, especially in the mortal world. Ordinary people have few roots of wisdom and no self-cultivation, and are most likely to be invaded by the three poisons. Therefore, although the human race enters the mortal world for a short time, there is a hidden appearance of propriety, collapse and joy. We have thought about it for a long time, but there is no good way. My lord Righteousness, I am willing to use my own cultivation to create another world to preserve the three poisons. The ministers are grateful for the heart of my master, but considering the billions of mortals in the three thousand worlds, the gathering of the three poisons cannot be underestimated. One day Changing the elbow and armpit may become a serious problem."

The man in black clothes sitting on the side frowned slightly and said: "Donghua, what Haode said is true, although it is a way to create an environment to preserve the three poisons and turbid breath, it takes a lot of cultivation to create an environment, although we can do it for you." You protect the Dharma, but you can’t help you create the environment, and this environment is just like what the Father God said, only recognizes the person who created the environment. After that, any mistakes can only fall on you. The burden is not light; secondly, although you have purified The talent of the turbid breath is extraordinary, and the cultivation base is indeed unrivaled in the world, but the three poisonous turbid breaths do not happen overnight, let alone the continuous flow of the three poisonous turbid breaths in the three thousand worlds? I am afraid that it will change after a long time..."

"Mo Yuan, you are still looking forward and backward!" A cold voice sounded above, "I only ask you, but is there another way?"

Both Mo Yuan and Hao De bowed their heads in silence.

"There is no other way, and it is useless to talk too much! Tomorrow, help me create this wonderful realm of righteousness and wisdom!"

"Yes—" Everyone present bowed in salute.

"...Father...Father..."

In a daze, Donghua heard a rolling sound coming from his ears, he opened his eyes suddenly, and pressed his tight chest.

The ancient gods rarely had dreams, because the dreams of gods are not trivial. If they were not born of obsession, they must have sensed the good fortune of heaven and earth, and the profound meaning of all things.Donghua didn't know why he dreamed of the eve of the creation of the Miaoyi Huiming Realm, but he knew that things would not be so simple.

"Father, what's the matter with you? You haven't answered Gun Gun's call many times, but what's wrong with you?" Gun Gun's soft voice was full of uneasiness.

Donghua came back to his senses, raised his hand to pinch Gungun's round and smooth face, and comforted him: "It's okay, father just dozed off accidentally, it's my father's fault that he didn't finish listening to Gungun's endorsement, but let's go and have a look first What are you doing, mother!" He took Rolling's little hand and led him away.

Sure enough, after ten days, there was a follow-up to this matter.

At that time, Lian Song and Si Ming came to walk around in Taichen Palace.For more than a hundred years, Feng Jiu neither let the old god go out, nor let other people in, saying that since it is a resting place, no one should disturb it, and turned the Taichen Palace into a strong fortress hanging alone in the nine heavens I can't wait to issue a customs clearance document to everyone who enters and exits, and arrange a duty list for a single or double day.If the two of them were able to come together this time, it was the treatment they had received not long ago.

The two sat down in the study and had some gossip with Donghua.At the beginning, it was serious, what kind of Tianjun came in and became more and more ignorant, and all the rituals let Yehua come forward; what kind of demons have a new look after Yanchi Wu became the demon king, and the words and deeds of Jiuchongtian have been correct in recent days. There has been a change; the demon clan has no leader since the demise of Yaozun Miaoluo, the clan is constantly fighting, and subordinates, big and small, are divided and reunited...

Later, somehow the topic became trivial.Lien Song joked that ever since the female immortals knew the love story between the emperor and the empress, they were all fascinated and cited as a model, regretting that they did not dare to pursue the emperor boldly back then. Desolate old couples and young wives, old wives and young husbands are all very popular, a group of real kings and real emperors who are a little older seem to have their second spring, and they have received many love letters from female fairies. It is very rare to throw a face powder, and everyone discusses whether a good thing is imminent.Si Ming nodded frequently, saying that now the troublemakers in the Jiuchongtian made a list of those romantic and poetic places. If it weren't for the emperor sitting in town for thirteen days, the idlers would not dare to approach them, and they might be able to kill them by the Fentoli Pond. Go into the top ten; he also said that idlers dare not go to the top few places, for fear of startling countless mandarin ducks, and even if so-and-so enters, it is difficult to come out. Debt is difficult and so on.Si Ming talked quickly, and mentioned that even the scriptures in recent days are full of stories about chasing his wife thousands of miles away and revealing his heart. He just wanted to say two paragraphs with joy, remembering that the two people in front of him knew his identity as a place where gossip was concentrated. , it should not be difficult to guess his role in it, so he changed the subject with a smile.

Lian Song saw that Donghua was really calm today, and he didn't say anything ridiculed about Si Ming's gossip, which was very novel. He turned his head and said: "The emperor is quite kind today, and even someone can arrange the little emperor and empress. Really... ..." Before he could finish his voice, he saw Donghua supporting his chin with one hand, and he fell asleep with drooping eyebrows. His slender fingers casually rested on the white robe that coincided with the cloud pattern, and the purple sash embroidered with Buddha bells hung down leisurely. When he came down, white sandalwood was burning in the censer of Qinglian Zhuobo on the table, and the warm wind blew his long hair dangling on his chest, making him look like a fairy.He gestured to Si Ming, ready to go out quietly, and called Chong Lin to come in and serve the emperor to rest.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he heard a sound behind him. Donghua stood up abruptly, staring straight ahead with angry eyes, and suddenly swayed again, clutching his chest and vomited blood. The two hurried forward to support them, calling out "Dijun, Dijun!"

Donghua knew that Lian Song and Si Ming's visit was nothing serious, but he thought he was bored in the Taichen Palace, so he came to visit him. Lian Song's temper was jumpy, and Si Ming liked to gossip, everyone in the heavens knew this. Therefore, he only listened to what they said serious or not for entertainment.

I don't know if it's because it's been a long time since I came last time, but the two talked for a long time today.The fragrance of white sandalwood in the hall wafted up, and Donghua felt a little sleepy.Since he had noticed something strange the day before yesterday, he didn't resist, he just relaxed his body and fell asleep peacefully.

This time he was on the prehistoric battlefield, holding the Cang He sword, and was about to drive his mount to attack the opponent.The four walls are in a mess, the wind is howling, the enemy's corpses are strewn across the field in front of them, and the ground is thousands of miles away.A red-clothed figure swooped up from the enemy formation and stood in front of him, unexpectedly falling!No, it should be said that Miao Luo is much younger.At this time, she was still a delicate and beautiful girl from the monster clan, with pure eyes but cold as ice, she came up to her with a red silk and said, "Donghua, don't bully me too much! Why can't our monster clan stay here permanently?" ! In vain the world calls you upholding the public heart and upholding justice, who knows that you are partial, you only protect the Celestial Clan, but where do you leave our Monster Clan?"

He could hear himself saying: "It's not for him not to let the monster race stay here. It's because you don't do production, wantonly destroy, steal people's cultivation, and kill innocent people indiscriminately. How can you live in peace with other races like this?"

"Hmph, each race has its own way of life, and our monster race respects the strong, so whoever has the ability can take away other people's things. It's nothing to make a fuss about! Compete with the demons for the world! What's the difference! Since that's the case, why don't you all have a good fight!" Miao Luo replied with contempt and indifference.

"It's not speculative, just half a sentence. Let's fight!" The self in the dream didn't want to say more, and swung his sword forward.Not long after, he was defeated and retreated steadily, his body covered with bruises.

Miaoluo was forced to a dead end several times, feeling desperate, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stared at her blood-red eyes unwillingly and shouted: "Donghua, one day... one day, I will make you regret it!"

Her voice echoed across the battlefield.That ferocious and distorted face of hatred gradually overlapped with another memory of Donghua.

The scene in the dream suddenly disappeared, and when Donghua opened his eyes again, he was already in a dark place, the sky was full of monsters and the clouds covered the sun, only a faint light was hidden within a radius of ten feet, and from time to time there were mournful howls of ghosts and wolves. Voice.

The indistinct red silk is flying around her, her originally pure face is painted with gold and red, full of seductiveness, her water snake-like body sometimes circles behind him, and sometimes holds his shoulder and whispers in his ear , using the mind-stimulating technique.

Donghua pinched the tactic with his fingertips and didn't look at her. He concentrated on driving Cang He to attack her, and within ten strokes, the banshee fell under the sword.

He was about to roll up the Buddha bell to purify the demon's breath, but that soft, dripping, charming voice sounded from all directions again: "Donghua, you can't kill me, hahaha, you can't kill me— —" The face of Miaoluo reappeared in the turbulent cloud of breath.

Donghua didn't believe this evil, he frowned, raised his sword again and stepped forward, stabbing, chopping, wiping, hanging and twisting, still breaking up Miaoluo's figure within ten strokes, but within a short while, her evil voice still emerged... …

In this way, they have fought for [-] rounds in a blink of an eye, every time Miaoluo raised the face that had been chopped off dozens of times and said to Donghua with a proud look: "You can't kill me, Don't bother, Donghua, I will make you regret it, hahaha—"

Donghua passed through the turbid breath again and again, and there were countless whispers in the darkness, intertwined with sharp screams, surrounding him, licking the corner of his robe.While dealing with Miao Luo in the dream, he pulled away from his consciousness to carefully ponder the purpose of the dream.

Sanskrit Valley... Starlight Enchantment...

He suddenly remembered that Miaoluo didn't say this sentence just once, in fact, she said similar words every time he repaired and subdued, repelled the transformation, and purified the demon's breath——she can't be killed, she said He can't kill her.

Of course Donghua knows that Miaoluo cannot be killed, because she has merged with the turbid breath of the six realms. If the three poisons and turbid breath are not eliminated, Miaoluo will not die. Peace of mind, that's why he has to constantly tame and purify.If Mo Yuan really hit the mark, it would be a huge burden.

At this time, a thought illuminated his sea of ​​consciousness like a flash of lightning—this is the Miaoyi Huiming Realm!This is the Miaoyi Huiming Realm!

On the day when the Miaoyi Huiming Realm collapsed, he opened the Starlight Barrier in the Bihai Cangling to fight against Miaoluo. However, although the Miaoyi Huiming Realm collapsed, it was not completely destroyed. The three poisonous turbid breaths could not be eradicated, and it was still absorbing the turbid breaths. , but although the turbid breath is inhaled, there is no seal to reinforce the barrier, and the turbid breath will definitely leak out over time.It's like a broken jar that can still hold some water even though it has a gap, but once the water fills the gap, it will leak out.

Donghua suddenly realized that he was actually in the Miaoyi Huiming Realm!This dream tells him that the Miaoyi Huiming Realm can't hold the turbid breath, the three poisonous turbid breaths have been leaked out, and the indistinct fall is still a serious problem!The Miaoyi Huiming Realm that has lost its seal is more likely to become a hotbed for the growth of mistletoe!

For a moment, Mo Yuan's words "I'm afraid it will change after a long time..." and Miao Luo's "You can't kill me" both exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness, which made his always firm Dao heart tremble a little .

The fight with Miaoluo in the dream didn't stop, because the sword in Donghua's hand froze, and Miaoluo took advantage of the loophole, and the three red silks hit him directly on the chest.Donghua clutched his chest and took two steps back. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Thinking of the past hundreds of years, he felt like his heart had been squeezed hard by a big palm. Just vomited out.